From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KN] I Shall be Released
Message-ID: <4186@cvbnetPrime.COM>
Date: 29 Oct 92 16:09:42 GMT


	[ADMIN:  Sorry this is late.  I've been ill these last few
	days.  If I say anything which contradicts anything previously
	posted, change what I write to fit.]

		The dark elf shook awake.  How long had he been out
	this time?  He felt weak, but he struggled to a sitting 
	position, as much as the ropes would let him.  It was still
	too dark for him to see.

		Okay, he had to think of a way out.  His knife was gone,
	or at least he couldn't feel it on him.  And the ropes were too
	strong for him to break.  That left magic.  He concentrated on
	the rope.  All he had to do was make the knot unravel.  C'mon...

		No good, he couldn't think clearly enough.  Maybe if he
	could see, just a little light, a match or something-

		A match?

		An idea struck him, but it was dangerous.  If he lost
	control, well, exit one crisp elf.  But he couldn't come up
	with a better plan.

		He started rubbing his finger along the knots, all the
	while thinking the rope to get warmer, to smoke.  Minutes went
	by.  His finger went faster and faster, back and forth, the tip
	getting warmer from the friction.

		Wait, did he smell smoke?  The elf strained with thought,
	trying to get the rope to catch-

		Fire!  "Urrmf!"  he screamed through his gag.  As he feared,
	he'd lost control.  The rope was on fire, but was spreading to the
	rest of him.  Quickly, he pulled and flexed, until the bonds,
	consumed by the flames, broke.  The elf then rolled on the floor
	until his fires were out.

		He tenderly checked his skin.  It didn't feel too bad.
	He removed the gag.  "I'm free," he began, but the dizziness hit
	him, and he slumped to the floor again.

	Michael, the Chaotic