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RUHSBAH, THE SORKIAN, INTRODUCES HIMSELF

The stranger sat quietly on a bench far from the fire, pulling slowly
at the cool brown ale.

In the flames he saw images of his home in the #mSorkian highlands#m --
rough huts in stony pastures, frozen breath on the thin air, the yearly
trek to market. He drank and lost himself in his thoughts.

On the other side of the room, the #moutlander#m growled at the
innkeeper and demanded more #male#m. This was, he vowed, the last time he
would visit this forsaken cattle town. Months of herding #mmarsh buffalo#m
had made him restless and belligerent. He needed excitement, not the
stultifying air of this backwater hamlet.

With a glance around the room, he spotted the solitary figure on the
far wall.
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When #mSorkians#m reach the age of maturity, their hair turns steel
gray, making it difficult to tell the age of any Sorkian beyond childhood.
Perhaps the outlander didn't know this.

Looking at the short figure in the traveling cloak, the outlander
decided the stranger must be an old peddler who could be the object of some
sport. Then the outlander saw the pipes sticking from under the peddler's
cloak.

He rose to his feet. "Old man, play for us!"

He walked over and poked the peddler with a bronzed arm. "Play your
pipes, old man!" He started to pull the pipes from under the cloak, but the
Sorkian's hand firmly stopped him.
/end

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"I said play!" the outlander bellowed and slipped the fighting axe off
his belt.

"Friend, you're drunk," the Sorkian said softly, and the outlander
swung his axe.

In the twinkling of a blade in the firelight, the outlander found
himself pinned to the inn wall with a Sorkian short sword driven through
the hem of his tunic between his legs. Standing on his toes, he gazed at
his axe now in the stranger's hands. "Who are you?" he gasped, choking with
fear.
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"Ruhsbah the Sorkian," the stranger replied. Placing his foot on the
outlander's chest, he freed his sword and then broke the handle of the
fighting axe over his knee. Ruhsbah tossed the pieces of the axe into the
fire. "Perhaps this will teach you to be kinder to your elders," Ruhsbah
said quietly as he settled back down to his ale.

Before Ruhsbah turned fully back to the fire, the outlander had fled
into the street.

#mto be continued#m

Copyright (C) 1987 by #mJ. Elliott#m

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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/Sorkians

Sorkians are rarely over five and a half feet tall, but the
mountain life imbues their squat bodies with incredible
strength and endurance.

Besides their mountain homes, Sorkians love music, art,
and being left alone.
/end

/Sorkian highlands

Sorkian highlands are the rugged mountainous areas
comprising #mPendron#m's northwest territories. Here the
#mSorkians#m herd sheep and goats, raising them for their meat
and wool. The highlands are difficult to reach and forbidding
to enter.

Much like the Great Drylands of the southern plains, the
highlands are hospitable only to those who are willing to
understand the ecology of the area and live accordingly.
/end

/ale

Newcomers to #mPendron#m find the ale both tasty and
apparently uninebriating.

The latter is not true, and has been the undoing of many a
wayfarer.
/end

/Pendron

Pendron is the fourth, and greatest kingdom of the world
Nemesis.

See "The Chronicles of Pendron" by #mJ. Elliott#m.
/end

/marsh buffalo

Marsh buffalo are as large and stupid as they are ill-
tempered. The calves weigh nearly a thousandweight within days
of birth, and they quadruple in size before maturity.

An adolescent bull has been seen butting down a large tree
in an attempt to kill an annoying insect resting on its
forehead. This apparently had no ill effect on the bullock.
/end

/outlander

Outlanders are folk from the more temperature climates of
#mPendron#m. Overfed and unused to adversity, they frequently
become soreheaded and poor of judgment when subjected to
anything which they feel is not their just desserts in life.
There are, according to the seer #mKronin#m, outlanders on every
inhabited planet.
/end

/Kronin

The story of Ruhsbah is #mto be continued#m.
Then you will learn more of Kronin.
/end

/to be continued

If you would like to know more about Ruhsbah the Sorkian,
let us know!

Contact #mJ. Elliott#m, 120 Defreest Drive, Troy, NY 12180.
/end

/J. Elliott

A teller of tales.
/end



  3 Responses to “Category : Word Processors
Archive   : KNOWPRO3.ZIP
Filename : RUHSBAH.HYP

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