From: "Aaron Smith" <spiffykun@hotmail.com>
  Subject: RPG: Escape!
  Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 22:28:35 PDT

  Okee, I usually let my stories write themselcves, which is a sort of
  problem, here.  You see, Finn's the type of character that, when alone,
  will either have nothing happen to him or have lotsa bad stuff happn to
  him.  If anyone reads this post and sees a way to give him a hand,
  PLEASE do so.  Finn needs a buddy, and soon.

  Note: because he needs to team up with someone - anyone, I haven't
  specified anything as to which direction he's headed in or where he's
  going.  The only thing that's fixed is that he's somewhere in the woods.
  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

  Finn was having problems.

  As expected, a blind man can't run too far in the woods- especially when
  there's a good number of angry bandits who CAN see running after him.
  He was still alive, at least, but he was beginning to wonder if that was
  such a good thing, after all.

  At first, the bandits decided to just beat him to death for the fun of
  it.  One of them had the good fortune to rip his tunic and notice the
  tatoo of shackles on the back of his right shoulder.  Somehow, the brute
  understood what that ment.

  Y'see, slaves that are used for manual labor and stuff like that simply
  have the shackles branded in - it's quick, easy, and cheap.  Slaves that
  have been bred for a specific purpose - like household service, in
  Finn's case - have the job done a little more elaborately, since they're
  worth more money.

  ...and the reward for capturing one is more.

  So now, bruized, battered, but still very much alive, Finn was tied up,
  sitting in the corner of some old ruin of a stone building that passed
  for a bandit hideout.

  Since he now had some free time until morning (It was apparently dark,
  from what conversation he could overhear...), he alternated between
  groaning in pain and trying to think of a way out.  It sounded like the
  bandits were becoming pleasently sedated in one of the few rooms that
  was not some way exposed to the environments, so now was as good a time
  as any to try and make a break for it.

  One of the benifits of being held prisoner in an old ruin is there are
  plenty of sharp rocks to cut yourself free with. ^_^  Once he was loose,
  he felt along the wall for a door that DIDN'T lead to a room full of
  bandits.  He found a 3 ft. hole in the wall, which was just as good -
  until he climbed through and found that this particular ruin was built
  on the edge of a rather steep hill...

  *THUD* "OOF!" *THUD* "Ack!" *THUD* "Ech!" *THUD* "...owiee..."

  ...that was also bext to a moderately sized stream...

  *SPLASH* "burble!"

  -------------Intermission-----------
  Chibi-Finn materialized on top of Spiffy's computer and bashed him over
  the head with a super-dimentional mallet.

  "If you're quite finished beating me up, GET ON WITH IT!!!!"

  "...owie..."
  ------------End Intermission---------

  AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, the stream was actually a blessing in
  disguize, as it's cool waters were somewhat soothing on his bruizes, and
  it's current was a big help in taking Finn further away from the bandits
  - all he had to do was stay afloat and push off every time he ran
  ashore.

  Once he guessed he was far enough away, he let himself wash ashore and
  drug himself up onto dry land, where he quickly passed out.

  -------------

  The next morning, he awoke to two things - the first was the warm and
  gentle sunlight filtering through to the forest floor.

  The seccond was a low growl.

  -------------LONG LIVE THE MACINTOSH!-------------
  Aaron "Spiffy" Smith
  Job 7:11, GNV //  Rev. 2:13a NIV
  "Tir gan ealain, tir gan anam."
  A country without art, a country without soul.
  http://members.tripod.com/~Spiffykun/
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