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SNIPER was bored. So what if monsters had begun attacking the city again? There was nothing he could do about it. If those other stupid idiots he sometimes called his friends wanted to try to stop them, let them. He didn't want to go looking for any stupid sword.
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"So where the hell has SNIPER gone now?" asked Your Honour, turning to the other members of the party.
Grix shrugged, there were much bigger things to worry about than the whereabouts of SNIPER.
Ant however had seen SNIPER disappear, so decided to speak up "Well, he said we were a bunch of stupid morons trying to find this sword, and went off that way." Ant pointed towards a meadow.
"Well if he doesn't care about our homes being destroyed and us being enslaved then so be it. I do, and I vow to find the Sword of Nogard, and slay those foul beasts that attack our homes!" Cried Your Honour, and the three of them set off into the forest.
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SNIPER continued to wander through the meadow, it was a beautiful day, the suns were bright and the sky clear. Walking through the waist high grass amongst the butterfly was something that always helped to cheer SNIPER up. Maybe he should catch up with his friends he thought, and he too headed for the forest.
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pb marched up to FantasyMeister. "You can't keep sending our men out to die! We only have limited resources, and cannot fight them out there in the fields!"
"Then what would you suggest pb, letting those beasts inside our city walls, letting them slaughter our wives and feed on our children?" Replied FM looking down on pb.
"But we cannot hold out forever. We need help!" said pb shaking his head, as he walked away.
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SNIPER's mood had again changed for the worse. Where were those stupid idiots now? SNIPER looked round to see something catching the light in a clearing nearby. Maybe it was his friends! He ran into the clearing.
Moments later he realised that it was not his friends in the clearing, but something much more special. Stuck in the ground was a sword. The sword of Nogard! As SNIPER approached it he suddenly felt a chill in the air. The skies had clouded over, and the wind had picked up to such an extent that the trees creaked. If SNIPER could retrieve the sword, he would be a hero! No more would he be laughed at!
SNIPER grabbed the sword and pulled with all of his might. He could feel the first drops of a violent rain storm lash against his face. Still he pulled on the sword, until it gave up it's hold on the ground. SNIPER could feel great power within him as he held it.
He held it toward the skies as a sign of victory.
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Grix didn't like this change in the weather. Not one bit. Why had it changed so suddenly? He could feel something strange in the air. "That way!" He cried, pointing towards a clearing nearby as thunder crashed in his ears and lightning lit up the skies.
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"Aaaarghhhh!" Cried SNIPER as he was thrown to the ground. A lightning bolt had struck the sword and flowed through his body.
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Your Honour was the first into the clearing. "It's SNIPER" he said, "Or at least it was...." he said, looking at the charred remains of his former companion.
"It looks as if we weren't the first at the scene" Said Ant, pointing towards some footprints leading out of the clearing. Next to these was a strange track, much like that that would be left be a sword, being dragged through grass........
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"So where the hell has SNIPER gone now?" asked Your Honour, turning to the other members of the party.
Grix shrugged, there were much bigger things to worry about than the whereabouts of SNIPER.
Ant however had seen SNIPER disappear, so decided to speak up "Well, he said we were a bunch of stupid morons trying to find this sword, and went off that way." Ant pointed towards a meadow.
"Well if he doesn't care about our homes being destroyed and us being enslaved then so be it. I do, and I vow to find the Sword of Nogard, and slay those foul beasts that attack our homes!" Cried Your Honour, and the three of them set off into the forest.
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SNIPER continued to wander through the meadow, it was a beautiful day, the suns were bright and the sky clear. Walking through the waist high grass amongst the butterfly was something that always helped to cheer SNIPER up. Maybe he should catch up with his friends he thought, and he too headed for the forest.
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pb marched up to FantasyMeister. "You can't keep sending our men out to die! We only have limited resources, and cannot fight them out there in the fields!"
"Then what would you suggest pb, letting those beasts inside our city walls, letting them slaughter our wives and feed on our children?" Replied FM looking down on pb.
"But we cannot hold out forever. We need help!" said pb shaking his head, as he walked away.
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SNIPER's mood had again changed for the worse. Where were those stupid idiots now? SNIPER looked round to see something catching the light in a clearing nearby. Maybe it was his friends! He ran into the clearing.
Moments later he realised that it was not his friends in the clearing, but something much more special. Stuck in the ground was a sword. The sword of Nogard! As SNIPER approached it he suddenly felt a chill in the air. The skies had clouded over, and the wind had picked up to such an extent that the trees creaked. If SNIPER could retrieve the sword, he would be a hero! No more would he be laughed at!
SNIPER grabbed the sword and pulled with all of his might. He could feel the first drops of a violent rain storm lash against his face. Still he pulled on the sword, until it gave up it's hold on the ground. SNIPER could feel great power within him as he held it.
He held it toward the skies as a sign of victory.
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Grix didn't like this change in the weather. Not one bit. Why had it changed so suddenly? He could feel something strange in the air. "That way!" He cried, pointing towards a clearing nearby as thunder crashed in his ears and lightning lit up the skies.
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"Aaaarghhhh!" Cried SNIPER as he was thrown to the ground. A lightning bolt had struck the sword and flowed through his body.
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Your Honour was the first into the clearing. "It's SNIPER" he said, "Or at least it was...." he said, looking at the charred remains of his former companion.
"It looks as if we weren't the first at the scene" Said Ant, pointing towards some footprints leading out of the clearing. Next to these was a strange track, much like that that would be left be a sword, being dragged through grass........
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Pb, FM and Sheepy had walked miles on the strength of a couple of locals directions.
"I'm not convinced this is the right place you know." said Sheepy, looking around at the small village with no sign of any cave in sight, let alone a time cave.
"Well, there's only one thing for it." said FM as they headed towards a tavern. "We need a drink, and considering this tavern is the first one we've come across in ages, I put forward the suggestion that we book ourselves a room in here for the night and get absolutely plastered."
"Hm. Good idea. Can't find any fault with that plan. Much safer than any time cave anyway." said pb.
They walked through the front door, underneath the slowly swinging sign with the golden raven on. No one had actually noticed that the tavern was called the Golden Raven and to be honest, they wouldn't have really cared anyway.
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Inside the tavern Pb ordered the drinks.
"I'll have three meads and a snack of some kind, please." he said to the barman.
"Ha, mead!" laughed the barman, "What do you take us for, vikings? We've got Ale or this new stuff, made from the cola plant brought back from overseas recently. It's quite expensive because the people who make it often choke on the fumes."
"What's it called?" pb asked.
"Choker-Cola" said the barman. "We've also got some dry-roasted beetles."
Pb walked back to the table with the ales and sat down next to the other two. They looked at the map of the village, which they'd bought from the local map shop. It clearly showed a nice rural community, with the tavern in the centre, but no caves or any sign of underground passages at all.
After a while, and 10 or 20 ales later, they decided to head of to their rooms. Unfortunately, being slightly lightheaded from the alchohol, they entered the wrong door and ended up falling down a steep set of stairs.
"s'okay." said pb. "I've landed on somethin' soft."
"I know." said sheepy. "it's me."
They got up and brushed themselves down. Normally they'd be warey of dark passageways leading off into nowhere, but with the drink doing it's best to pickle their brains, they followed the cold, stone walls until they came to an opening in the tunnel.
The sound of dripping water could be heard echoing off into the distance and their footsteps echoed too with every step they took. Sheepy started giggling and then singing, making the most of the echo...
"Nobody knows the trouble I'm in (ininininin) Nobody..."
"Cut that out!" said FM as they walked past a stream of water and into another cave.
They followed the stream until it lead to a small waterfall up in the top of the cave.
"Hey. That waterfall doesn't look right." said Sheepy, still too loud for FM's liking.
Pb looked at it. "What, you mean the way the water travels upwards instead of down?"
FM looked at it now. He saw what the others were talking about. The water rose out of the pool at the bottom and appeared to travel upwards into the roof.
"Gentlemen, I think we've found the cave of time." said FM, just as an impromtu rock slide started off under their feet and dragged them kicking and screaming into the depths beneath.
"Ok." said pb. "Is everyone alright?"
"Yep, fine, apart from falling quite far into an unknown cave and bruising most of my body." said Sheepy, still clutching his arm.
"This appears to be a mine." said FM looking around. "Perhaps the wize man got it wrong, I wouldn't be suprised if he confused mine with mime, he was, after all, old."
Just then, the sound of a pebble rolling made them turn around. In front of them stood a menacing white faced character wearing a striped jumper and white gloves.
"Maybe not." said pb as the backed away.
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"He's waving at us!" exclaimed sheepy. "Why is he waving at us?"
"He's not waving, that's miming." replied Pb, trying to understand the mime. "...it's a bee."
FM studied the mime artist. "...what's he doing now...ah...it's a frightened face..and now another bee...now...er...a very frightened face..."
"Ah!" said Pb, piecing it together, "Be afraid. Be very afraid."
Sheepy backed even further away.
"I'm not convinced this is the right place you know." said Sheepy, looking around at the small village with no sign of any cave in sight, let alone a time cave.
"Well, there's only one thing for it." said FM as they headed towards a tavern. "We need a drink, and considering this tavern is the first one we've come across in ages, I put forward the suggestion that we book ourselves a room in here for the night and get absolutely plastered."
"Hm. Good idea. Can't find any fault with that plan. Much safer than any time cave anyway." said pb.
They walked through the front door, underneath the slowly swinging sign with the golden raven on. No one had actually noticed that the tavern was called the Golden Raven and to be honest, they wouldn't have really cared anyway.
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Inside the tavern Pb ordered the drinks.
"I'll have three meads and a snack of some kind, please." he said to the barman.
"Ha, mead!" laughed the barman, "What do you take us for, vikings? We've got Ale or this new stuff, made from the cola plant brought back from overseas recently. It's quite expensive because the people who make it often choke on the fumes."
"What's it called?" pb asked.
"Choker-Cola" said the barman. "We've also got some dry-roasted beetles."
Pb walked back to the table with the ales and sat down next to the other two. They looked at the map of the village, which they'd bought from the local map shop. It clearly showed a nice rural community, with the tavern in the centre, but no caves or any sign of underground passages at all.
After a while, and 10 or 20 ales later, they decided to head of to their rooms. Unfortunately, being slightly lightheaded from the alchohol, they entered the wrong door and ended up falling down a steep set of stairs.
"s'okay." said pb. "I've landed on somethin' soft."
"I know." said sheepy. "it's me."
They got up and brushed themselves down. Normally they'd be warey of dark passageways leading off into nowhere, but with the drink doing it's best to pickle their brains, they followed the cold, stone walls until they came to an opening in the tunnel.
The sound of dripping water could be heard echoing off into the distance and their footsteps echoed too with every step they took. Sheepy started giggling and then singing, making the most of the echo...
"Nobody knows the trouble I'm in (ininininin) Nobody..."
"Cut that out!" said FM as they walked past a stream of water and into another cave.
They followed the stream until it lead to a small waterfall up in the top of the cave.
"Hey. That waterfall doesn't look right." said Sheepy, still too loud for FM's liking.
Pb looked at it. "What, you mean the way the water travels upwards instead of down?"
FM looked at it now. He saw what the others were talking about. The water rose out of the pool at the bottom and appeared to travel upwards into the roof.
"Gentlemen, I think we've found the cave of time." said FM, just as an impromtu rock slide started off under their feet and dragged them kicking and screaming into the depths beneath.
"Ok." said pb. "Is everyone alright?"
"Yep, fine, apart from falling quite far into an unknown cave and bruising most of my body." said Sheepy, still clutching his arm.
"This appears to be a mine." said FM looking around. "Perhaps the wize man got it wrong, I wouldn't be suprised if he confused mine with mime, he was, after all, old."
Just then, the sound of a pebble rolling made them turn around. In front of them stood a menacing white faced character wearing a striped jumper and white gloves.
"Maybe not." said pb as the backed away.
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"He's waving at us!" exclaimed sheepy. "Why is he waving at us?"
"He's not waving, that's miming." replied Pb, trying to understand the mime. "...it's a bee."
FM studied the mime artist. "...what's he doing now...ah...it's a frightened face..and now another bee...now...er...a very frightened face..."
"Ah!" said Pb, piecing it together, "Be afraid. Be very afraid."
Sheepy backed even further away.
"Look, I'm not a great driver. Can you just put my mind at rest, so I at least might be able to concentrate on not getting us both killed?"
Grix looked over at Sniper, clutching the crossbow tightly...
Grix was going to say that even if we did crash, only he would die, but he didn't want to give Sniper any ideas.
As far as Grix could tell, Sniper had flipped. He really didn't know why, but it probably had something to do with him dying all the time.
"All you need to do, is drive."
Sniper seemed to have a plan. Grix was part of it... but why? What possible use could he have?... If only he could work it out...
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"Field of dreams." Meka said to himself... "Where the hell is the field of dreams?"
The others looked blankly at each other.
Meka drew in the mud... "Oh no... it can't mean..."
Meka got up. "We've got to find Grix. He's in great danger."
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"What do you mean, stolen again?"
"I went to find the car, exactly where you told me it was, and someone stole it right in front of my eyes!"
The lady on the other end of the phone sighed.
"Ok sir, we'll keep a look out for it."
Grix looked over at Sniper, clutching the crossbow tightly...
Grix was going to say that even if we did crash, only he would die, but he didn't want to give Sniper any ideas.
As far as Grix could tell, Sniper had flipped. He really didn't know why, but it probably had something to do with him dying all the time.
"All you need to do, is drive."
Sniper seemed to have a plan. Grix was part of it... but why? What possible use could he have?... If only he could work it out...
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"Field of dreams." Meka said to himself... "Where the hell is the field of dreams?"
The others looked blankly at each other.
Meka drew in the mud... "Oh no... it can't mean..."
Meka got up. "We've got to find Grix. He's in great danger."
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"What do you mean, stolen again?"
"I went to find the car, exactly where you told me it was, and someone stole it right in front of my eyes!"
The lady on the other end of the phone sighed.
"Ok sir, we'll keep a look out for it."
"I thought we HAD a pack of playing cards, Ant?" Venombyte asked..
Ant shuffled the cards in his hand. "Yeah, but you threw them over the edge of the cliff after losing at poker?"
Venombyte stared at Ant with a blank face.
"Remember? We all threatened to not let you come with us, and you got a knife and threatened to kill Meka unless we let you?"
Venombyte began to walk slowly away from Ant...
Ant laid down all the cards, and began to play solitaire.
"You know, I though cards haven't been invented yet?" Meka said, watching Ant play. "Dip plastic coating certainly hasn't, either."
Meka looked away from Ant, and sat down next to every one else, on a rock.
"Ok, here's the situation. Grix is missing. It doesn't look like he's coming back. We have no idea where the sword is, and the only clue we have is the triangle of trees, which is useless, considering we have no idea where they are..."
Meka sighed.
"What's worrying is, we may have already PASSED the trees, and we wouldn't have realised. No one was looking for them..."
"So what can we do now?" Dan asked...
"Nothing. We go home. The story is finished."
The three others were shocked at Meka's defeatism. He seemed the strong one!
"Meka! We can't give up now! We're finally beginning to get somewhere!"
"Yeah... but we've reached a dead end. There are no clues. We have no way of finding it. We might as well just admit defeat, go home, and try to defend the villagers with our own weapons."
Ant looked at the cards. "Daaaaaaaaaan!" He shouted. "I'm stuuckkkkkk!
Meka winced. "Go help him Dan."
Dan walked over to Ant, and looked at the cards.
"I need a black six, and I can't find one..."
Dan stared at the cards... "MEKA! VENOMBYTE! GET OVER HERE!"
Meka and Venombyte joined Dan, and stared at the cards... Meka got to his knees, and gathered up all the cards.
He found the ace of hearts, and then the two of hearts...
He layed out all the cards, from hearts, to spades, to diamonds, to clubs...
"Ant! Why didn't you tell us there were letters on the cards!"
"...I just thought they were doodles."
Theswordliesbenath theearthfromunder thefieldofdreams
"Are the spaces really there, or is it because of SR's filter system?"
"Filter."
Meka looked at the cards... "The sword lies beneath the earth, from under the field of dreams."
Venombyte looked closed at the cards... "There's a card missing."
Ant set off, back into the house, to try to find it.
"Don't bother Ant," Meka said. "You won't find the six of spades..." Meka smiled to himself... "We don't need it anyway."
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Tony walked over the hill, to where the police had told him where is car was. Why couldn't they have got it for him? Lazy sods.
And there it was... the yellow paint ripped and the frame work dented. But at least it was in one piece.
Tony walked up to the car... oh, they must have changed the tyre. Good, at least he didn't have to...
Tony jumped out of the way as he noticed that there was a man in his car. The car sped away, and left him lying in the grass.
The driver put his foot to the floor... and a man got up from the passenger seat, after hiding. He kept his crossbow aimed at the driver...
"Keep going."
"But WHERE are we going?"
"For now, just drive."
The yellow car, with the tyre newly changed, crashed onto the road, and headed east.
Ant shuffled the cards in his hand. "Yeah, but you threw them over the edge of the cliff after losing at poker?"
Venombyte stared at Ant with a blank face.
"Remember? We all threatened to not let you come with us, and you got a knife and threatened to kill Meka unless we let you?"
Venombyte began to walk slowly away from Ant...
Ant laid down all the cards, and began to play solitaire.
"You know, I though cards haven't been invented yet?" Meka said, watching Ant play. "Dip plastic coating certainly hasn't, either."
Meka looked away from Ant, and sat down next to every one else, on a rock.
"Ok, here's the situation. Grix is missing. It doesn't look like he's coming back. We have no idea where the sword is, and the only clue we have is the triangle of trees, which is useless, considering we have no idea where they are..."
Meka sighed.
"What's worrying is, we may have already PASSED the trees, and we wouldn't have realised. No one was looking for them..."
"So what can we do now?" Dan asked...
"Nothing. We go home. The story is finished."
The three others were shocked at Meka's defeatism. He seemed the strong one!
"Meka! We can't give up now! We're finally beginning to get somewhere!"
"Yeah... but we've reached a dead end. There are no clues. We have no way of finding it. We might as well just admit defeat, go home, and try to defend the villagers with our own weapons."
Ant looked at the cards. "Daaaaaaaaaan!" He shouted. "I'm stuuckkkkkk!
Meka winced. "Go help him Dan."
Dan walked over to Ant, and looked at the cards.
"I need a black six, and I can't find one..."
Dan stared at the cards... "MEKA! VENOMBYTE! GET OVER HERE!"
Meka and Venombyte joined Dan, and stared at the cards... Meka got to his knees, and gathered up all the cards.
He found the ace of hearts, and then the two of hearts...
He layed out all the cards, from hearts, to spades, to diamonds, to clubs...
"Ant! Why didn't you tell us there were letters on the cards!"
"...I just thought they were doodles."
Theswordliesbenath theearthfromunder thefieldofdreams
"Are the spaces really there, or is it because of SR's filter system?"
"Filter."
Meka looked at the cards... "The sword lies beneath the earth, from under the field of dreams."
Venombyte looked closed at the cards... "There's a card missing."
Ant set off, back into the house, to try to find it.
"Don't bother Ant," Meka said. "You won't find the six of spades..." Meka smiled to himself... "We don't need it anyway."
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Tony walked over the hill, to where the police had told him where is car was. Why couldn't they have got it for him? Lazy sods.
And there it was... the yellow paint ripped and the frame work dented. But at least it was in one piece.
Tony walked up to the car... oh, they must have changed the tyre. Good, at least he didn't have to...
Tony jumped out of the way as he noticed that there was a man in his car. The car sped away, and left him lying in the grass.
The driver put his foot to the floor... and a man got up from the passenger seat, after hiding. He kept his crossbow aimed at the driver...
"Keep going."
"But WHERE are we going?"
"For now, just drive."
The yellow car, with the tyre newly changed, crashed onto the road, and headed east.
"So, you have passed the trial" the old man said.
"Now, what was it you were after?"
"Aren't you already supposed to know that?" asked Sheepy. The old man glared at him.
"This is the part you get in a stroy or film, - I'm not sure what it's called - where the plot is exaplined - unneccesarily, from the point of view of the characters, but essential to the understanding of the audience."
"Shouldn't you also know what's it's called?" asked Sheepy.
"Look, do you want my help or not?"
"yes" Sheepy mumbled.
"We're lookin for the sacred sword" FM added
"Ah..." The old man sighed. He paused in thought for a moment, and began talking
"If the sacred sword ye seek,
find the bird with the golden beak,
Below it's nest is the cave of time,
enter ye there and beware of the mime."
"Mine?" FM said, slightly confused. "What harm can a mime do?"
"You'll see." the old man said.
"Now, what was it you were after?"
"Aren't you already supposed to know that?" asked Sheepy. The old man glared at him.
"This is the part you get in a stroy or film, - I'm not sure what it's called - where the plot is exaplined - unneccesarily, from the point of view of the characters, but essential to the understanding of the audience."
"Shouldn't you also know what's it's called?" asked Sheepy.
"Look, do you want my help or not?"
"yes" Sheepy mumbled.
"We're lookin for the sacred sword" FM added
"Ah..." The old man sighed. He paused in thought for a moment, and began talking
"If the sacred sword ye seek,
find the bird with the golden beak,
Below it's nest is the cave of time,
enter ye there and beware of the mime."
"Mine?" FM said, slightly confused. "What harm can a mime do?"
"You'll see." the old man said.
"Hello? Is that Mr. Rainbird?"
"I'll get him now, time shall be halfed, he won't be long, he's in the bath."
Fate hands the phone over to Tony.
"Yes, who is this?" Tony asks.
"This is the police, we've found your car."
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"He allows the world to have more oxygen by dying everynow and again...?"
The old man thought to himself...
"Yeah, that will do. I was having trouble with that one myself anyway."
Sheepy smiled, the plot could continue.
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Ant looked down the end of the tunnel... it was blocked up. A wall was at the end... but he could have sworn...
"ANT! IS THERE ANYTHING DOWN THERE?"
Ant felt a little annoyed that no-one else wanted to go down with him...
Ant aimed his lit flask at the floor...
"Err... guys...!?"
Your Honour looked down on the floor...
"What are they?"
Ant picked up one of the many things scattered over the floor. It was the jack of spades. "Playing cards."
Ant began to collect them all up, perhaps they could provide entertainment, if not a clue.
"I'll get him now, time shall be halfed, he won't be long, he's in the bath."
Fate hands the phone over to Tony.
"Yes, who is this?" Tony asks.
"This is the police, we've found your car."
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"He allows the world to have more oxygen by dying everynow and again...?"
The old man thought to himself...
"Yeah, that will do. I was having trouble with that one myself anyway."
Sheepy smiled, the plot could continue.
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Ant looked down the end of the tunnel... it was blocked up. A wall was at the end... but he could have sworn...
"ANT! IS THERE ANYTHING DOWN THERE?"
Ant felt a little annoyed that no-one else wanted to go down with him...
Ant aimed his lit flask at the floor...
"Err... guys...!?"
Your Honour looked down on the floor...
"What are they?"
Ant picked up one of the many things scattered over the floor. It was the jack of spades. "Playing cards."
Ant began to collect them all up, perhaps they could provide entertainment, if not a clue.
VenomByte cursed his failing short term memory. He briefly considered doing something nasty to YH to spite his pointing out of his woefully embarrasing oversight, but thought better of it.
He opened the door, took a shallow breath (a deep breath would just have been a bit of a cliche, wouldn't it?) and stepped inside. His feet cought on something below, and he fell face first onto the wooden floor, landing quite painfully.
"Damn tripwires" he said
"Actually, it's just a doorstop." YH said.
VenomByte said nothing, and reached held his hands to his stinging face. Nothing bleeding luckily. He'd always wondered why he never got nosebleeds. It seemed quite strange to him. Then again, he had a terrible sense of smell too, so somthing wasn't right there. He rose to his feet as the others started talking.
"Well, it looks empty enough." Ant said.
"Well now what?" said YH, leaning back onto the fireplace for support. Something went *click* and there was the sound of hidden machinery wokring away behind the walls. Ant looked around. There was a creaking beneath his feet, and he looks down in time to see a trapdoor open up.
"Oh shiiaaaaaarghh...." Ants voice trailed off as he fell down the newly opened passageway.
YH and the rest of the group crowded around the trapdoor to look for a sign that Ant was okay.
He opened the door, took a shallow breath (a deep breath would just have been a bit of a cliche, wouldn't it?) and stepped inside. His feet cought on something below, and he fell face first onto the wooden floor, landing quite painfully.
"Damn tripwires" he said
"Actually, it's just a doorstop." YH said.
VenomByte said nothing, and reached held his hands to his stinging face. Nothing bleeding luckily. He'd always wondered why he never got nosebleeds. It seemed quite strange to him. Then again, he had a terrible sense of smell too, so somthing wasn't right there. He rose to his feet as the others started talking.
"Well, it looks empty enough." Ant said.
"Well now what?" said YH, leaning back onto the fireplace for support. Something went *click* and there was the sound of hidden machinery wokring away behind the walls. Ant looked around. There was a creaking beneath his feet, and he looks down in time to see a trapdoor open up.
"Oh shiiaaaaaarghh...." Ants voice trailed off as he fell down the newly opened passageway.
YH and the rest of the group crowded around the trapdoor to look for a sign that Ant was okay.
YH wondered which stroy VenomByte was in. He (YH) had thought Grix had disappeared, leaving the rest of the group to sort themselves out for a change.
Allegedly, ie according to Ant, the hut was empty. Emboldened by this news they strolled towards it, reached the door and ......... stopped.
"After you" Said VenomByte.
"No no, really its ok. I'll let you go first" replied Ant.
"Age before beauty" agreed YH.
"You're not scared are you?" continued Ant.
"What? Me? Scared? No. Course not. Me first. Ok. No problem. Right. Yes" VenomByte stuttered.
His hand reached towards the door handle.
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The Orc King, G'nuk, always remembered. Always would. He didn;t want to, but how could you forget something like that?
He hadn't always been the Orc King. He had only been made king after the arrival of Safety Concious Neville who had dispatched of the previous one for not agreeing. That was all it was. He hadn't agreed. Who could blame him? No-one has 197 sugars in their tea.
He could remember it as if it was yesturday. SC Neville had spun on the then king, and hissed at him "So, you don't agree with me? If you can't agree with me on this, how can i trust you in the future?"
And that was it, no warning, no nothing. He had begun his spell with a quick wave of his hands and a mutter under his breath.
G'nuk had seen it all happen. Most of the others hadn't, they'd just looked away. No-one knew what the spell was to start off with.
At the beginning the previous king had just grunted. Then they could see.
His head began to bulge. G'nuk could see it all in his minds eye, in slow motion. The old kings eyes started to go red, they swelled in their sockets. His fingers had engorged, so had his torso. Swelling, growing, with shapes writhing under the skin. The old king had been screaming, but no-one had done anything, they all stared, transfixed.
He had continued to grow. Not upwards, but he had swelled up, like a balloon being blown up. Like a balloon, something had to go pop. It did, with a sickening squelch that turned G'nuk's stomach, even now, the old kings eye had popped out, dangling down his face by the strand of nerves. SC Neville hadn't stopped their though. He had kept increasing the spell, making the orc bigger and bigger. Suddenyl there was a tearing noise, blood splattered everywhere. G'nuk had to vomit even at the memory.
It didn't stop him remembering though, even while being sick. He could still remember the smell of the still warm blood as it splashed all over the floor, entails follwing suit. The body, what was left of it, slumping to the ground in a red heap.
G'nuk retched again.
Allegedly, ie according to Ant, the hut was empty. Emboldened by this news they strolled towards it, reached the door and ......... stopped.
"After you" Said VenomByte.
"No no, really its ok. I'll let you go first" replied Ant.
"Age before beauty" agreed YH.
"You're not scared are you?" continued Ant.
"What? Me? Scared? No. Course not. Me first. Ok. No problem. Right. Yes" VenomByte stuttered.
His hand reached towards the door handle.
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The Orc King, G'nuk, always remembered. Always would. He didn;t want to, but how could you forget something like that?
He hadn't always been the Orc King. He had only been made king after the arrival of Safety Concious Neville who had dispatched of the previous one for not agreeing. That was all it was. He hadn't agreed. Who could blame him? No-one has 197 sugars in their tea.
He could remember it as if it was yesturday. SC Neville had spun on the then king, and hissed at him "So, you don't agree with me? If you can't agree with me on this, how can i trust you in the future?"
And that was it, no warning, no nothing. He had begun his spell with a quick wave of his hands and a mutter under his breath.
G'nuk had seen it all happen. Most of the others hadn't, they'd just looked away. No-one knew what the spell was to start off with.
At the beginning the previous king had just grunted. Then they could see.
His head began to bulge. G'nuk could see it all in his minds eye, in slow motion. The old kings eyes started to go red, they swelled in their sockets. His fingers had engorged, so had his torso. Swelling, growing, with shapes writhing under the skin. The old king had been screaming, but no-one had done anything, they all stared, transfixed.
He had continued to grow. Not upwards, but he had swelled up, like a balloon being blown up. Like a balloon, something had to go pop. It did, with a sickening squelch that turned G'nuk's stomach, even now, the old kings eye had popped out, dangling down his face by the strand of nerves. SC Neville hadn't stopped their though. He had kept increasing the spell, making the orc bigger and bigger. Suddenyl there was a tearing noise, blood splattered everywhere. G'nuk had to vomit even at the memory.
It didn't stop him remembering though, even while being sick. He could still remember the smell of the still warm blood as it splashed all over the floor, entails follwing suit. The body, what was left of it, slumping to the ground in a red heap.
G'nuk retched again.
Ant, Grix, VenomByte, SonicRav, YH and maybe a few other, tentatively advanced towards the hut.
Questions were swirling around Grix's head. Why had Ant asked for them to take a look inside if the hut was empty? Something wasn't right, and the sooner someone advanced the plotline, the better.
Questions were swirling around Grix's head. Why had Ant asked for them to take a look inside if the hut was empty? Something wasn't right, and the sooner someone advanced the plotline, the better.
Ant looked up into the bright sky...
A note dropped.
"Hmmm? What's this?"
He read it.
*READ THE STORY YOURSELF YOU LAZY SOD*
"Oh. How wude."
A note dropped.
"Hmmm? What's this?"
He read it.
*READ THE STORY YOURSELF YOU LAZY SOD*
"Oh. How wude."
Ant, who had been away for a couple of days, was wondering what had happened in the story.
He needed a quick explanation.
He needed a quick explanation.
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