From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Jun 1 08:40:06 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8476 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.moneng.mei.com!uwm.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!jussieu.fr!oleane!pipex!warwick!news.coventry.ac.uk!rowan!ajf5 From: ALAN JOHN FISHER Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Grey Wanderer :pt3 Date: Wed, 31 May 1995 16:55:25 +0100 Organization: Coventry University Lines: 35 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: ajf5@rowan-fddi.coventry.ac.uk Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII X-Sender: ajf5@rowan He had awoken in a room,bare and of dark stone. A peculiar smell,like old death,filled his nostrils. He tried to rise and a stabbing pain lanced through his torso and he screamed. "Oh whatever can be wrong?" the voice,once Connain recognised,was filled with obvious sarcasm. "Let me go elf!" he yelled,or at least tried to,sounding more like a croak. "All in good time my wolfling , all in good time." suddenly he felt a hand on his brow. "What do you want from me,I was told elves were goodly folk. This is not a sign of the goodly." he said. "I am not an elf , " the voice dripped vemon and the mage entered his field of view. "I am drow!" The illusion of her features fell away like a curtain and Connain fought to quell a growing panic , the drow,stuff of nightmare. "Gods! What do YOU want of me , I am but a simple man." "Far from it Connain,you have exactly what I want." he fell into darkness again. When he woke again it was morning and golden light filtered in from a tiny window far up the wall,illuminating a silky spider's-web which hung ragged on the wall. Agony swept through him as he once more attempted to rise and leather bit into his skin. He looked aroung him to see that he lay,almost naked,upon a wide stone slab to which leather straps were secured by bolts of iron. A curious musty smell,like that of something buried for centuries,filled the room. Of the drow Lorrukand, there was no sign. Straining, he tested the limits of the leather binding him. It creaked ever so slightly as he moved but did not give, not yet anyway, he thought. He lay there for what seemed like an hour before he heard a noise outside, the sound of voices talking in a strange tongue, briefly the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he was sure that someone was watching him. Then the sensation faded. Drawing a deep breath, he fought back the pain and strained against the straps once more, feeling it stretch. Almost.