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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4156616" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cut Throat's Gold - Part 2e: Landfall</strong></p><p></p><p>Dril struggled to stay awake. The marsh was warm and the repeated trilling of the tree frogs and other creatures created a strange rhythm that lulled him to sleep.</p><p></p><p>Something highly offensive assaulted his nostrils. Dril straightened up, rifle in hand. He wasn’t sure what explosive marsh gas smelled like, but he knew it had to smell different than the rest of the awful odors that offended him throughout the day.</p><p></p><p>He looked around. Dril knew that marsh gas could kill. If it were really marsh gas, there would be dead animals nearby.</p><p></p><p>Then he saw something that made him forget about the gas.</p><p></p><p>A massive dark olive-brown serpent coiled itself around Cal, who continued his blissful sleep unabated. It had large oval black spots arranged in two alternating rows along its back, with smaller white-eyed spots along the sides. Its belly was whitish, spotted with black spots.</p><p></p><p>Dril lowered his rifle and took aim. It wasn’t moving very quickly. He could take one shot and end the thing’s life. There was a grim satisfaction in putting his reptile-killing skills to good use…</p><p></p><p>But the smell! What if it was sulfur gas? He’d blow the whole camp to smithereens.</p><p></p><p>Dril cursed. “Wake up!” he shouted. “We’re under attack!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad and Beldin hopped to their feet. They had taken to wearing their armor to sleep, an uncomfortable but necessary tactic, made all the easier by the fact that Vlad had finally sold his full plate in exchange for studded leather armor. They grabbed their weapons and charged the beast.</p><p></p><p>What had been a roiling, slow-moving mass of serpent muscle turned into a coiled spring. It spiraled up around Cal and hissed at its attackers. </p><p></p><p>Beldin was slapped sideways by a blur of its tail. The massive fangs snapped at Vlad, sinking into his wooden shield that ironically had a snake on it. He was forced backwards into the muck.</p><p></p><p>Cal’s eyes snapped open. “Kri’kla!” </p><p></p><p>Kham woke up next. Two pistols were out in a flash.</p><p></p><p>“No!” said Dril. “The gas!”</p><p></p><p>Kham looked at him sideways. “Are you sure?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” said Dril. “Are you?”</p><p></p><p>Kham cursed and holstered his pistols. </p><p></p><p>“No need…to panic.” Cal gasped for breath as the giant anaconda squeezed. “I’ve got it…under control.” </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė fired two arrows into the pebbly flesh of the serpent. “I don’t know why I’m bothering.” She threw down the bow in the shape of two serpents and drew her elven thinblade.</p><p></p><p>Kham pulled out an amulet from the folds of his shirt. It displayed a coiled snake. “It’s a good thing Thuron let me borrow this.” He rapped on it with one hand as he drew Fleshripper with the other. </p><p></p><p>“You wear a symbol of Yig?” said Dril, incredulous. “Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Because Yig saved Freeport,” said Kham. He gripped Fleshripper with two hands. “Come on, you scaly bastard!”</p><p></p><p>“Not…funny,” gasped Cal.</p><p></p><p>The snake’s head swiveled towards Kham. </p><p></p><p>“Oh crap,” he said. </p><p></p><p>Kham dove to the side as the head collided into the muck where he had been standing. The snake shook its head and hissed at him.</p><p></p><p>“That’s right, get angry!” Kham dove and tumbled to the side, completely unhindered by the marsh foliage. “Vlad! Beldin! Get ready!”</p><p></p><p>Beldin roared a challenge at the anaconda, but he had to be content with its rear end. Vlad circled around it, splashing all the way.</p><p></p><p>The snake dove again towards Kham, right past Vlad. Kham hopped backwards just as the great, arrow-shaped head lunged for him. </p><p></p><p>It stopped, pinned through the head by Vlad’s blade, Grungronazharr.</p><p></p><p>The coils loosened and Cal fell out from between them, gasping for air.</p><p></p><p>“We ss’ressen deal with things like this…all the time,” he said. Then he fell down into the muck face first.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4156616, member: 3285"] [b]Cut Throat's Gold - Part 2e: Landfall[/b] Dril struggled to stay awake. The marsh was warm and the repeated trilling of the tree frogs and other creatures created a strange rhythm that lulled him to sleep. Something highly offensive assaulted his nostrils. Dril straightened up, rifle in hand. He wasn’t sure what explosive marsh gas smelled like, but he knew it had to smell different than the rest of the awful odors that offended him throughout the day. He looked around. Dril knew that marsh gas could kill. If it were really marsh gas, there would be dead animals nearby. Then he saw something that made him forget about the gas. A massive dark olive-brown serpent coiled itself around Cal, who continued his blissful sleep unabated. It had large oval black spots arranged in two alternating rows along its back, with smaller white-eyed spots along the sides. Its belly was whitish, spotted with black spots. Dril lowered his rifle and took aim. It wasn’t moving very quickly. He could take one shot and end the thing’s life. There was a grim satisfaction in putting his reptile-killing skills to good use… But the smell! What if it was sulfur gas? He’d blow the whole camp to smithereens. Dril cursed. “Wake up!” he shouted. “We’re under attack!” Vlad and Beldin hopped to their feet. They had taken to wearing their armor to sleep, an uncomfortable but necessary tactic, made all the easier by the fact that Vlad had finally sold his full plate in exchange for studded leather armor. They grabbed their weapons and charged the beast. What had been a roiling, slow-moving mass of serpent muscle turned into a coiled spring. It spiraled up around Cal and hissed at its attackers. Beldin was slapped sideways by a blur of its tail. The massive fangs snapped at Vlad, sinking into his wooden shield that ironically had a snake on it. He was forced backwards into the muck. Cal’s eyes snapped open. “Kri’kla!” Kham woke up next. Two pistols were out in a flash. “No!” said Dril. “The gas!” Kham looked at him sideways. “Are you sure?” “No,” said Dril. “Are you?” Kham cursed and holstered his pistols. “No need…to panic.” Cal gasped for breath as the giant anaconda squeezed. “I’ve got it…under control.” Ilmarė fired two arrows into the pebbly flesh of the serpent. “I don’t know why I’m bothering.” She threw down the bow in the shape of two serpents and drew her elven thinblade. Kham pulled out an amulet from the folds of his shirt. It displayed a coiled snake. “It’s a good thing Thuron let me borrow this.” He rapped on it with one hand as he drew Fleshripper with the other. “You wear a symbol of Yig?” said Dril, incredulous. “Why?” “Because Yig saved Freeport,” said Kham. He gripped Fleshripper with two hands. “Come on, you scaly bastard!” “Not…funny,” gasped Cal. The snake’s head swiveled towards Kham. “Oh crap,” he said. Kham dove to the side as the head collided into the muck where he had been standing. The snake shook its head and hissed at him. “That’s right, get angry!” Kham dove and tumbled to the side, completely unhindered by the marsh foliage. “Vlad! Beldin! Get ready!” Beldin roared a challenge at the anaconda, but he had to be content with its rear end. Vlad circled around it, splashing all the way. The snake dove again towards Kham, right past Vlad. Kham hopped backwards just as the great, arrow-shaped head lunged for him. It stopped, pinned through the head by Vlad’s blade, Grungronazharr. The coils loosened and Cal fell out from between them, gasping for air. “We ss’ressen deal with things like this…all the time,” he said. Then he fell down into the muck face first. [/QUOTE]
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