From: Nightman 
Subject: [OW!98] The Big Chill
Date: 20 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Lost, somewhere in the wilderness below Route 23 and Wal-mart, Nightman
shivered in the cold snow-covered field, buried up to the waist in
frozen-over snow. The stillness was broken only by the sound of
chattering teeth.

"Brrrrrr," he finally said through numbed cheeks. "I think it's time to
quit waiting and do something. I gotta get unburied first. I kinda suck
at fire magic but maybe I can just do something sloppy..."

"Dissolve into a fiery world of chaos! MELT!" 

A scorched and smoking Nightman stood on a circle of bare ground fused
into glass. The snow for 10' around had been vaporized. "Ok, remember
not to use that one except in emergencies," he muttered. "But at least
I'm free again. Now on to the main event. TELEPORT!" he vanished in a
flash of silver and darkness, only to reappear on the Field of the First
Battle.

Whereupon a snowball nailed him right in the face. "All right, who threw
that???"

TBC?