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The sun rose upon the fields of Cowron. The stones surrounding the caves of gayby shone in the fresh light of the new day. As shadow descended on the lower fields of the land, the caves of gayby came to life. A shadowy figure emerged from the cave.
"It shall be a fine day", he muttered.
"Doubtful." the party agreed in unison. Dresk picked a paper parchment from the floor, burned by the crisp touch of the midday sun, otherwise known as the Globe of Death and Non-Sight. He opened the parchment, slowly at first, but then quicker as he could not withstand the excitement. He read the parchment aloud in a grey, monotone voice.
"Thou shalt not move upon the townlands of Frilopharos on the day where the glow of the sun meets exactly the symbol of Triage within the sacred cavern of gayby."
"It is that day fellows. I have observed this phenomenon this morning with my own eyes", said Dresk.
The party looked at him through half open eyes. "Either," they said. "Or." Dresk waited until they had something more densely populated with words to say.
"I only know that a scorpion cannot tread where a butterfly fears to glide"
"What?" Dresk said.
"Go to to the temple of gayby" the party grumbled together.
"It shall be done", Dresk groaned with a dissatisfaction that hadn't been heard in his voice since he had married Eelia of Hithia.
The party, led by Dresk, began the journey that would take them deep into the caverns of gayby to the temple, which was located exactly 7/8ths of the way into the caverns. Dresk stopped momentarily and adjusted his sandals.
"Where our goal resides," the party began, "sandals are not required." Dresk decided to take a leap of good faith in he party, and took off his sandals. The silky leather slid off his feat like so much bitter butter. He passed them to the Party, who looked at him dissaprovingly. "We have reached our destination" The party said "Or have we reached our location." it went on.
"Now what?" Dresk questioned the party. Although it had been he who had notified them of the parchment, he was wholly unclear of what it all meant.
"Why do you question us, Dresk? Do you not wish to fulfil the goal of our journey?"
"CBA", said Dresk
"Now it is simple." The P-P-P-arty said.
"Yes?"
"DIE."
---
The old man set the book down beside him and put his pipe in his mouth.
“The rest of the story, I am afraid, is too badly burned to be readable.
To this day the mystery of gayby is yet to be solved, though many venture to the caverns in search of answers, but return, if at all, with yet more questions.”
The End.
"It shall be a fine day", he muttered.
"Doubtful." the party agreed in unison. Dresk picked a paper parchment from the floor, burned by the crisp touch of the midday sun, otherwise known as the Globe of Death and Non-Sight. He opened the parchment, slowly at first, but then quicker as he could not withstand the excitement. He read the parchment aloud in a grey, monotone voice.
"Thou shalt not move upon the townlands of Frilopharos on the day where the glow of the sun meets exactly the symbol of Triage within the sacred cavern of gayby."
"It is that day fellows. I have observed this phenomenon this morning with my own eyes", said Dresk.
The party looked at him through half open eyes. "Either," they said. "Or." Dresk waited until they had something more densely populated with words to say.
"I only know that a scorpion cannot tread where a butterfly fears to glide"
"What?" Dresk said.
"Go to to the temple of gayby" the party grumbled together.
"It shall be done", Dresk groaned with a dissatisfaction that hadn't been heard in his voice since he had married Eelia of Hithia.
The party, led by Dresk, began the journey that would take them deep into the caverns of gayby to the temple, which was located exactly 7/8ths of the way into the caverns. Dresk stopped momentarily and adjusted his sandals.
"Where our goal resides," the party began, "sandals are not required." Dresk decided to take a leap of good faith in he party, and took off his sandals. The silky leather slid off his feat like so much bitter butter. He passed them to the Party, who looked at him dissaprovingly. "We have reached our destination" The party said "Or have we reached our location." it went on.
"Now what?" Dresk questioned the party. Although it had been he who had notified them of the parchment, he was wholly unclear of what it all meant.
"Why do you question us, Dresk? Do you not wish to fulfil the goal of our journey?"
"CBA", said Dresk
"Now it is simple." The P-P-P-arty said.
"Yes?"
"DIE."
---
The old man set the book down beside him and put his pipe in his mouth.
“The rest of the story, I am afraid, is too badly burned to be readable.
To this day the mystery of gayby is yet to be solved, though many venture to the caverns in search of answers, but return, if at all, with yet more questions.”
The End.
I've seen gaybys cave.
It's not pretty.
Keep the penguin away. He's so horrible.
It's not pretty.
Keep the penguin away. He's so horrible.
I liked that one.
the horrible penguin returns
HORRIBLE.
Not nasty.
Not nasty.
I still preferred the 'Then the penguin killed him. What a nasty pengiun'
Brilliant.
Fendom!
Random!
The sun rose upon the fields of Cowron. The stones surrounding the caves of gayby shone in the fresh light of the new day. As shadow descended on the lower fields of the land, the caves of gayby came to life. A shadowy figure emerged from the cave.
"It shall be a fine day", he muttered.
"Doubtful." the party agreed in unison. Dresk picked a paper parchment from the floor, burned by the crisp touch of the midday sun, otherwise known as the Globe of Death and Non-Sight. He opened the parchment, slowly at first, but then quicker as he could not withstand the excitement. He read the parchment aloud in a grey, monotone voice.
"Thou shalt not move upon the townlands of Frilopharos on the day where the glow of the sun meets exactly the symbol of Triage within the sacred cavern of gayby."
"It is that day fellows. I have observed this phenomenon this morning with my own eyes", said Dresk.
The party looked at him through half open eyes. "Either," they said. "Or." Dresk waited until they had something more densely populated with words to say.
"I only know that a scorpion cannot tread where a butterfly fears to glide"
"What?" Dresk said.
"Go to to the temple of gayby" the party grumbled together.
"It shall be done", Dresk groaned with a dissatisfaction that hadn't been heard in his voice since he had married Eelia of Hithia.
The party, led by Dresk, began the journey that would take them deep into the caverns of gayby to the temple, which was located exactly 7/8ths of the way into the caverns. Dresk stopped momentarily and adjusted his sandals.
"Where our goal resides," the party began, "sandals are not required." Dresk decided to take a leap of good faith in he party, and took off his sandals. The silky leather slid off his feat like so much bitter butter. He passed them to the Party, who looked at him dissaprovingly. "We have reached our destination" The party said "Or have we reached our location." it went on.
"Now what?" Dresk questioned the party. Although it had been he who had notified them of the parchment, he was wholly unclear of what it all meant.
"Why do you question us, Dresk? Do you not wish to fulfil the goal of our journey?"
"CBA", said Dresk
"Now it is simple." The P-P-P-arty said.
"Yes?"
"DIE."
---
The old man set the book down beside him and put his pipe in his mouth.
“The rest of the story, I am afraid, is too badly burned to be readable.
To this day the mystery of gayby is yet to be solved, though many venture to the caverns in search of answers, but return, if at all, with yet more questions.”
The End.
"It shall be a fine day", he muttered.
"Doubtful." the party agreed in unison. Dresk picked a paper parchment from the floor, burned by the crisp touch of the midday sun, otherwise known as the Globe of Death and Non-Sight. He opened the parchment, slowly at first, but then quicker as he could not withstand the excitement. He read the parchment aloud in a grey, monotone voice.
"Thou shalt not move upon the townlands of Frilopharos on the day where the glow of the sun meets exactly the symbol of Triage within the sacred cavern of gayby."
"It is that day fellows. I have observed this phenomenon this morning with my own eyes", said Dresk.
The party looked at him through half open eyes. "Either," they said. "Or." Dresk waited until they had something more densely populated with words to say.
"I only know that a scorpion cannot tread where a butterfly fears to glide"
"What?" Dresk said.
"Go to to the temple of gayby" the party grumbled together.
"It shall be done", Dresk groaned with a dissatisfaction that hadn't been heard in his voice since he had married Eelia of Hithia.
The party, led by Dresk, began the journey that would take them deep into the caverns of gayby to the temple, which was located exactly 7/8ths of the way into the caverns. Dresk stopped momentarily and adjusted his sandals.
"Where our goal resides," the party began, "sandals are not required." Dresk decided to take a leap of good faith in he party, and took off his sandals. The silky leather slid off his feat like so much bitter butter. He passed them to the Party, who looked at him dissaprovingly. "We have reached our destination" The party said "Or have we reached our location." it went on.
"Now what?" Dresk questioned the party. Although it had been he who had notified them of the parchment, he was wholly unclear of what it all meant.
"Why do you question us, Dresk? Do you not wish to fulfil the goal of our journey?"
"CBA", said Dresk
"Now it is simple." The P-P-P-arty said.
"Yes?"
"DIE."
---
The old man set the book down beside him and put his pipe in his mouth.
“The rest of the story, I am afraid, is too badly burned to be readable.
To this day the mystery of gayby is yet to be solved, though many venture to the caverns in search of answers, but return, if at all, with yet more questions.”
The End.