Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: [BH] stumbling along
Message-ID: <1992Oct16.010542.1905@ultb.isc.rit.edu>
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 01:05:42 GMT




     Miscrir stumbled for at least the fortieth time.  The blood loss
was becoming to much to endure.  Allready he was beginning to see
delusions.  

     Coming up to lighted street corner,  Miscrir paused.  Shedding his
cloak and revealing his light leather armor, he felt better.  The cold 
air stinging into his wounds brought a clear presence of mind, if only 
for a moment.  Bringing his good hand to his head he fell to his knees and 
shouted "What Was that SPELL!".  

     All the while knowing that time was running out.  Where could he go
the streets were seemingly empty.  Nothing was familiar.  Maybe he had
made his last big mistake.  Chuckling on that last thought brought new
waves of pain from his midsection.  He was going somewhere though, Fate
demanded it.  Amberle would know if only she was looking to see...

     Stumbling back to his feet he continues on.  Each footstep leaving
a little red mark marking his passage in blood.  His cloak is left on
the ground completely forgotten.

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     Skire shouldered his crossbow.  It wouldn't look to good running
down the street with a loaded weapon.  Anyways beserkers are supposed
to be completely spent when they came down, so what was he afraid of?
Pausing occasionaly he looked at the trail and examined the tracks.
     
     The blood was beginning to slow in the stranger but still there was
a lot of blood running to leave a trail this wide.  Shaking his head
Skire looks up and behind him.

     "Gnosh you had better hurry, the guy will be dead soon."  Still 
there is no one there.  Skire was confident in his own trail.  It was
one that Gnosh and he used when hunting, Gnosh wouldn't miss it.  So what
was keeping him?

     Turning the corner Skire stops and picks up Miscrir's cloak.

     Talking to the man he is tracking Skire say's "You have made a 
mistake my friend.  Without your cloak your inner temperature will
cool off too fast and you will die sooner.  Wouldn't want you to die
before Gnosh gets here now would we."

     Skire begins to jog again.  All the while thinking that the man
he was tracking must have a very strong will to not have given out
by now.  

     "This is a man I could have learned to respect under different
circumstances, maybe even liked" he muttered as he ran on.


ADMIN:  Sorry to leave the thread so long with Miscrir bleading
        on the street, But as it was I was in bed hacking up a lung.
        Coincidence? hmmmmmmm