Path: usenet.ee.pdx.edu!cs.uoregon.edu!news.uoregon.edu!gatech!news.sprintlink.net!in1.uu.net!not-for-mail From: Guido Roessling Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives Subject: STORY: Qelrik part 81 Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc Date: 20 Aug 1995 12:58:24 -0400 Organization: TU Darmstadt Lines: 91 Sender: smm@uunet.uu.net Approved: smm@uunet.uu.net Distribution: world Message-ID: <417pjg$qka@rodan.UU.NET> NNTP-Posting-Host: rodan.uu.net This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------------------10162809747287674072139442108 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii *** Check out the QELRIK WWW Page at http://www.pu.informatik.th-darmstadt.de/dida/qelrik.html *** ---------------------------------10162809747287674072139442108 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain ================================================================= Percy's Camp ================================================================= Sir Percy led them through a maze of twisty passages that, at some point, changed from rough-hewn rock to dressed stone. Eventually, they emerged into a surprisingly spacious chamber; Fox noted that numerous petroglyphs lined the walls. In the middle of the cavernous hall was a tidy camp where a small fire glowed in a firepit. The fire heated a pot of something which smelled agonizingly good. Fox's stomach rumbled loudly. A bedroll lay nearby -- Percy's, most likely, judging from the haphazard pile of notebooks, broken and intact quills and scraps of paper next to it. Another bedroll had been stretched out on a short ledge; Percy motioned Gernodt to lay Kyle on it. Dahlarin moved to help Gernodt shift Kyle from his arms to the bedroll. "Crikey!" Percy remarked, as the panther padded into the room and sniffed. "Is that Felis Concolour a member of your crew?" "Apparently," Dahlarin said, as Gernodt sat down very stiffly next to Kyle. The mage covered the boy with a nearby blanket, a wine-colored woolen blanket with wide yellow stripes. The panther paced near Dahlarin, stretching out its magnificent length nearby. Fox, unabashed, knelt next to the stewpot, lifted the cover with a nearby stick and sniffed. "Hate to tell you this," Fox said, "but there's not going to be enough. I'll get a little of it, and while I'm out getting my horse, I'll see if I can't shoot a rabbit." "You're not going back out there!" Dahlarin exclaimed. "Have to. Everything I own is on that horse. Longer he stays out there, more chance the orcs will find him, and then what will I do? But I'm not going anywhere without something to eat first." "Not enough?" Percy asked suspiciously. "It was only meant to be a knife-and-fork tea, but I daresay, there's enough to feed the Fifth Legion!" Fox smiled grimly. "The Fifth Legion doesn't have people with morigraan blood in them. There's a saying on the island of Lhynn. Three things will drain your gold: courting an elven woman, gambling with a sidhe corsair, or feeding a young morigraan. This muscle takes a lot of food to maintain. If I eat my fill, Sir Percy, I'll leave less than half a pot for the rest of you." She did not say that this was not entirely due to her morigraan blood, although it was true that a young morigraan was almost legendary for the ability to pack away truly massive amounts of food. As her body succumbed to the appetites of Nocticula, she needed even more food to keep herself going. Someday it would be blood. She wondered briefly if her morigraan blood would play into the account then as well. "I see," Percy said simply. "Well by all means, take as much as you like. The larder's simply bursting with goodies, and I'll just whip up another batch, what? And I can show you a much quicker route topside than the one we came by." He looked over to Gernodt and Dahlarin, who both seemed to be tending to Kyle. "Need any help, chaps?" "Not at the moment," Gernodt muttered. "We'll handle him. Look at her face, will you?" "And a dashed lovely face it is, too!" Percy said effusively, turning to Fox and ignoring her when she rolled her eyes to the stone ceiling. "Excepting that nasty cut, what? We don't want to add to that maze you're already growing on that skin of yours, do we, my girl?" ---------------------------------10162809747287674072139442108--