Path: usenet.ee.pdx.edu!cs.uoregon.edu!reuter.cse.ogi.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!news.clark.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!not-for-mail From: guido@rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de (Guido Roessling) Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives Subject: STORY: Qelrik part 22 Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc Date: 16 Mar 1994 18:35:35 -0500 Organization: UUNET Technologies, Inc. Lines: 101 Sender: smm@uunet.uu.net Approved: smm@uunet.uu.net Message-ID: <2m8547$9nv@rodan.UU.NET> NNTP-Posting-Host: rodan.uu.net *************************************************************************** This story is a collaboration of seven people: one German, two Canadians and four Americans. Comments about particular characters should be forwarded to their character's "owners": Finn Ambrose - Sheryl Ann Galchutt* - fi48@sol.acs.unt.edu Gernodt - Guido Roessling - guido@rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de Dahlarin - Brent Hughes - bhughes@student.business.uwo.ca Kyle - J.E. Mason - jempci@borg.cis.rit.edu Fox - Barbara French - bcfrench@mailbox.syr.edu Will appear in future chapters: Gladrial - Jennifer Immel - bhughes@julian.uwo.ca Sir Percy - Bret Rudnick - rudnick@cfatrw.harvard.edu For missing chapters etc., send a mail to guido@rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de *************************************************************************** ==================================================================== Requests, anyone? ==================================================================== Myrlight smiled to herself as Tsyon and Gervaise left. Didn't that Tsyon know how obvious he was being? And Fox was leading him on and all. When Myrlight mentioned it to Fox she didn't seem to mind though. "The roads are lonely" was all she said. Myrlight could understand that. She herself had been on this road for more than a year and a half now, and loneliness was almost as bad as being bored. The kender sat back and continued playing her harp to herself, daydreaming a little, perhaps about a certain kender, blond, with such beautiful eyes...she was brought out of her daydreams by something she remembered from the night before. "Nocticula," she mumbled, and then looked up at Fox. "Hey, that's right, you DO know something about last night...you talked about it when the healer was patching you up." Fox glared at her quickly, but Myrlight pretended not to see it. "Who's Nocticula? You said that over and over, once right before you clonked me once," she touched the tender bruise on her cheek, shrugged, and then went on. "So, is he the one who knifed you? Go on, tell me." Fox put her pliers down with a clunk and repeated her belief that the kender asked far to many questions, and that some things she was better off not knowing. Myrlight looked slightly hurt, and Fox sighed to herself, and then stood up from the table, gathering her repair tools. "I'm going to my room," she told the kender. "Please do me the favor of not following." She then gave the kender a quick pat on the shoulder to take some of the sting out of her words, and then left. Myrlight put her harp down then and leaned on the table, chin in hands. "Well," she thought to herself. "She did TOO say Nocticula. Sounds like a vampire name to me. Did the vampire stab her? Hmmm, nah, vampires bite, don't they? Maybe he did bite her and she's turning to a vampire right now! I might get to see a vampire after all!" She entertained the thought for a kenderminute (roughly four seconds) and then figured that if Fox was a vampire the ring would've kept her away, so it couldn't have been that. "Wonder what the brand on Fox's hand is," Myrlight mused. "Pretty weird looking. Maybe I'll ask about that later." She then sighed, and picking up her harp she walked up to the front of the room to see about earning a little travel money. Before she started she smoothed down her chestnut hair, making sure the beads and ribbons woven into her many braids were still straight. Then, after twitching her leather vest in place over her ruffled blouse, she plucked a few happy notes from the harp. "Greetings, gentlepeople," she called to the various beings eating their breakfast. "Please allow me the pleasure of entertaining you this fine morning. Any requests?" There were a few calls from the men present to sing something bawdy, and then the various females protested and shouted for something bawdy that the women would like for once. Myrlight laughed and began a cheerful song, with the chorus: "So put him in your pocket, girls Until the day is through Cause a man who's in your pocket, girls Is worth a lot to you Likes your ribbons, fights your fights Keeps you warm on lonely nights Love him lots, what ere you do And make sure he is good to you. There were several more verses (each quite a bit bawdier than that) and at the end there was scattered applause and laughs from the women, and Myrlight managed to collect a decent hatfull of coins. ***************************************************************************** Next Time: Reunion... *****************************************************************************