From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Wed Oct 29 2003 - 02:20:00 GMT
"I would remind everyone that it was only due to Temorya's quick wits,
and the magic of the staff, that we found this entrance. I would
further remind people that our trackers have found no other traces.
Lastly, we do not know how long it will take to get this door open, and
I, for one, do not wish to camp outside it for the night. Do you?"
Lenora sighs loudly. "Oh Pean, my ultimate ray of sunshine and laughter, can
you please get with the happy here? I'm trying to be positive. Encouraging
even. Pleasant in the very least. For all we know, we could have to dance a naked
jig on the back of a hairy thundra beast to get in! Not that we will, but
that doesn't mean that it won't take that. Squeeze open that massive frontal lobe
of yours and let it get a little air. Stuffy works for men in black, but only
over the age of 50."
<<You see no end to the creatures and soon the top of the ravines swarm in
their numbers. They move swiftly too, making distance quickly. In only a few
seconds of seeing the first you count the number on either side at around 20
and you can see more entering the ravine.......>>
"What in all that is sacred are those things? They're- They're jumpy-hoppy
dogs? Dogalopes? Eh?" Lenora stops to scratch her head a minute looking at the
things pouring down the slope in a seemingly endless supply. "Well I'll be
damned. We're being overran by the Badland's equivalent of roaches.."
<<"That settles it" Pean says, calmly. "We must get into shelter NOW. Garrot,
Mearath, please assist me in opening these doors. I will setup a temporary
protection around us, but it will not last long against such a horde.">>
"I'm with you there Pean. I'm thinking camping out is a no right about now.
I've pintons and rope should we need to pry the door some. They're a bit
thicker metal then most else that we have."
<<"You want to fight them?" Pean says, incredulously. "We don't know how
many there are! I count forty at least - thats five each, and more yet
come. Might warriors you may be, but against so many, we stand little
chance, and I, for one, do not wish to die a hero's death, when it may
avoided..">>
"Oh come on. You'd not be popular for their chow anyhow. A little lean on the
bones you know. A chew toy perhaps. Maybe even a cuddle rag for those cool
crisp nights. But don't you worry-" Lenora says, moving to be part of the circle
around the casters and our windling buddy," -We'll save you for a better
fate. I'm sure there's a fair maiden out there that adores acenine wit and those
'blister and damn your pathetic soul' little pouts."
"You know I've realized something. I do tend to get a little mouthy when I'm
nervous, don't I Rose? Sorry about that Pean. You've been my favorite sparring
victim lately."
<<"I have a sling, that someone is free to use" replies Pean, tossing it
to whoever may need it>>
Lenora looks at the sling for a moment, then looks back at Pean with a very
flat expression. "We'd do better off throwing our clothes at them, deary. One
look at Garrott's loin cloth should have them bolting for the hills. Distance
is a good idea though. If one of them is felled at a distance the others might
turn to it for food before us."
((OOC: I go in for surgery tomorrow. Sorry for being so quiet. Had a lot of
preop and preperation for the big day. Wish me luck! Hopefully I won't be down
that long.))
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