From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Roger] Attacked !
Date: 14 Jun 1993 21:08:25 GMT
Message-ID: <1vipc9$5si@senator-bedfellow.MIT.EDU>

Roger trotted on down the trail through the rocky hills, leaving the
giant's corpse for the scavengers.  It was now late morning, and the
sun was climbing high into the sky.  The trail wound beween the peaks
of the hills, hiding his view of the surrounding area.  After several
sharp turns, Roger decided to climb one of the higher hills and figure
out where he actually was.  After a quick climb, he was at the peak,
looking down at the trail.  Roger cursed as he looked down the other
side of the hill, and saw the corpse of the giant. He had wound up nearly
where he had started.  As he turned and scanned the rest of the area,
though, he saw a pocket of woods among the hills, about a mile and a half
to the north.  He also saw that the trail wasn't a waste of time, it led
to the glade.  Satisfied, Roger started to climb back down.

He climbed nearly to the bottom, and decide to jump the rest of the way.
A moment after he jumped, a pair of arrows imbedded themselves into the cliff
where he had been moments before.  As he landed, he dropped to the ground
and rolled back to the other side of the trail.  He stopped as he came up
against the opposite hill, facing up at the it's summit.  Pebbles
skittered down the steep hillside as a shadow moved away from the edge.

Roger guessed that his enemy knew the area better than he did and 
decided that speed was better than stealth.  He scrambled to his feet, and
sprinted down the trail, heading for the grove of trees, the oasis among
the foothills.  Roger just hoped the oasis wasn't a mirage, or another
trap.

Roger moved down the trail, hugging its sides in an effort to keep under
cover.  He alternated his pace, trying to be unpredictable.  He was just
starting to think he had lost them when another arrow whizzed just in front
of him as he slowed his pace.  He reacted quickly, and ran as fast as he
could, hoping to reach the clear before his adversary could react.  Another
arrow barely missed him, he actually felt it brush across his back, and
then he was around a bend and in the clear.  At least, he hoped so.

He was starting to get winded when he turned a corner in the trail and
saw the entrance to the glade.  Roger ran several yards into the glade before
finding a large oak tree suitable to hide in.  He quickly climbed the tree,
finally finding a place with enough foliage to conceal himself.  He was about
twenty feet above the ground, lying upon a thick branch and watching the
ground visible below him.  Roger patiently waited for the coming encounter.

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The Jolly Roger
aka Brian Shea
aka taz@athena.mit.edu

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