Path: usenet.ee.pdx.edu!cs.uoregon.edu!reuter.cse.ogi.edu!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!pipex!uunet!not-for-mail From: guido@rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de (Guido Roessling) Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives Subject: STORY: Qelrik (part 55) Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc Date: 6 Dec 1994 09:00:33 -0500 Organization: UUNET Technologies Inc, Falls Church, VA, USA Lines: 113 Sender: smm@uunet.uu.net Approved: smm@uunet.uu.net Message-ID: <3c1qq1$amj@rodan.UU.NET> NNTP-Posting-Host: rodan.uu.net =========================================================================== Kyle's Pain =========================================================================== Kyle had had enough. He was tired. He was sore. He was confused. Now this bully of an Orc named Grunalf was trying to torment him. Kyle did not know whether Grunalf's threats were real, or whether he was just feeding on Kyle's fear for his own pleasure. Of a sudden, Kyle didn't care anymore. A subtle defiance began to rebuild in him. Grunalf may have had Kyle's hands confined, but the boys legs were free. Mustering all his courage and strength, Kyle brought his knee up swiftly and solidly into the groin of the smelly Orc. Grunalf howled in pain as Kyle's knee connected. He clutched the boy's chin, hard, as if this somehow reduced the pain he felt. Kyle could feel his jaw crack under the Orc's grip. Rage filled Grunalf. How dare this human whelp cause his favorite organ so much pain? He raised his right hand, and brought it down hard against the boy's face with a loud *crack*. "ARRGGUUH! FIS KAL U MEL!" he screamed at Kyle, who slumped to the floor. Kyle never heard the scream. He briefly felt his jaw crumble under Grunalf's harsh blow, followed by a sharp pain that shot from his neck and ran all the way down his spine. Blessfully, things became blurry fast, and before he hit the ground, he was surrounded in darkness. "Get Up! Get UP!" Grunalf screamed at Kyle's limp body, as he repeatedly kicked him, heedless of the crunching sounds coming from the boy's breaking ribs or of his brother's trying to pull him away. Kyle smiled as Finn appeared out of the darkness and took his hand. The darkness melted away revealing the woods he frequented as a boy, and together they followed a little known path that led to Kyle's favorite place. A cave upon a hill where they could look out upon the woods through the waterfall which partly covered the entrance... "Grunalf! Stop! You Kill him!" The guard shoved the brothers and Grunalf hard, so that Grunalf lost his balance and fell against the wall. He grabbed Grunalf by the cuff of his neck and hoisted him off of Kyle and out of the cell. Grunalf's brothers were quick to follow. He bent over to verify that Kyle was indeed alive. The high sun filled the woods which radiate with life. The stream itself sparkled, as if it shared the laughter in his heart. "This is my favorite place," Kyle told Finn, beaming a smile in her direction. He was so glad to have the chance of sharing the beauty of the woods he loved with her. "Grunalf lucky," the guard said, "Ygroth very angry if boy dies." Finn smiled sadly at Kyle. Then she turned away and walked further into the cave until she was hidden in the blackness, leaving Kyle alone at the entrance. Leaving the broken and bleeding boy on the floor of his prison cell, the guard locked to door. "Finn? Where are you Finn?" Kyle cried out, but could not follow. The cave ended abruptly and would not allow him to penetrate the darkness which had engulfed the girl. He sat forlornly at the entrance, watching the water fall as the sun disappeared behind clouds. "Grunalf leave now," he said, and returned to his post of watching the cell. He did not look at Grunalf or his brothers as they grudgingly trudged back down the corridor. *************************************************************************** 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 - dida@pu.informatik.th-darmstadt.de Dahlarin - Brent Hughes - bhughes@student.business.uwo.ca Kyle - J.E. Mason - ** no current mail address ** 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 If you have WWW access, you can also read the chapters there. The site is http://adele.pu.informatik.th-darmstadt.de/dida/qelrik.html ************************************************************************** ************************************************************************** Legal stuff about Qelrik All characters contained in this story are the sole and exclusive property of their authors. They are the copyrighted property of the authors, and may not be used for any reason without the express written permission of the authors. Qelrik is (c) 1993, 1994 Guido Resszling, Brent G. Hughes, John E. Mason, Barbara C. French, Jennifer Immel, and Bret Ryan Rudnick. Gernodt T'Slorung -- Guido Roessling Dahlarin -- Brent G. Hughes Growler --