Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Subject: [KQ] Captain [Warehouse] OUCH!
Message-ID: <1992Aug27.210647.11693@sequent.com>
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 92 21:06:47 GMT

Characters: Kron Questors

ZIP!  The crossbow bolt gracefully sailed through the air and despite Azzar's
well meant kick to the shins Captain caught it on the chest beside his 
shoulder.  While Azzar and Colin were busy knocking bolts out of the air like
human Ginsu (tm) knives, Captain slumped to floor.  He knew he was hit, but
it didn't really hurt (surprisingly) and there really wasn't any blood.  He
tried to push himself up from the floor to resume the fray.  On his knees,
Captain's arm gave out and only his strength and balance kept him from 
returning to the floor.

Now, it began to hurt.  It was really more warm then anything else and Captain
could hear his heart beating in his ears.  His breathing seemed to come in
gasps, but that was probably more related to the heavy sword work he had
recently been doing then anything else.  The fingers of Captain's left hand
took an unfamiliar grip on the sword hilt and he raised the sword shakily in
front of him.  This effort was not lost on one of the young guardsmen, still
clothed in only cloth padding and bearing the hilt of a shattered wooden
sword.  His face curled into an ugly grin as he watched a patch of red 
grow around Captain's shoulder.

Ouch!  This being hit by a crossbow bolt was no fun!  Captain started to see
spots in front of his eyes and his sword began to lag towards the ground.  
Before Captain knew it, the boy had reached out and grabbed hold of the pommel
of Captain's long sword.  It was probably Captain's sudden desire to hold onto
that sword for all he was worth that saved his life.  Before the youth could
draw the sword from Captains's grasp, the whole group of guards were throwing
down their weapons and were soon tied together.

OUCH!  Someone yanked the bolt out of Captain's pain racked body opening up a
slippery, bloody hole.  Almost as quickly, a strip of cloth was pushed into the
hole and Captain was told to hold onto it while another strip was wound about
his chest.  Sweat was beading on Captain's brow as he was quickly ministered to
and then helped up.  Though a little unsteady on his feet, Captain felt the
adrenaline rise in his body as he realized that the fight was still on and
he would have to continue.  Grasping his sword firmly in his right hand,
Captain did his best to push the pain out of his mind and joined the rest of
the group as they went down the stairs toward the sounds of more fighting.

There was a brief moment of comic relief as the puppy flopped down the first
two stairs and then tumbled into a ball rolling to a stop in Captain's arms.
The pup licked Captain's face clean and the stub of a tail whipped back and
forth with such frenzy that it was all Captain could do to stuff the rolling,
licking, chubby little puppy once more into his shirt.  Even Kron laughted
before the haunted, serious look returned to his face.

[ADMIN:  Here come the cavalry!!!]

-- Captain