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<blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7166485" data-attributes="member: 6777052"><p><span style="color: blue">Archie took to the sky and reconnoitered the area. "Tharrr's a wee toon up yonderrr," he reported, so having tucked their various familiars cosily way in their own demiplanes, the party set off in that direction.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The town was built around a crossroads and, as they entered from the south, they passed a dozen or so unremarkable thatched houses before a terrible smell assailed their <s>ears</s> noses. "Don't look at me," said Albert, "It's coming from that tannery over there," and indeed it was.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Inside the tannery they met the proprietor who was boiling up some unidentifiable hides in vats of noxious liquid. He introduced himself as Rouhl and offered to sell them some pieces of cured leather, or if they had any noxious liquids about them, he might be interested?</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Ikidunot picked out one of his many books and opened it. "Is this the town of Red Larch?" he asked hopefully, with his finger on page 28.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Nope. Never heard of it," was Rouhl's almost-too-quick reply. "There are no larches around here, red or otherwise. Trust me, I would know. Can I interest you in some leather bookmarks? Thruppence each or half-a-crown a dozen?"</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Meanwhile, Archie had settled in an unoccupied field a little to the east of the tannery. A small child watched him thoughfully. "You're Archie, aren't you?" she said, holding up a toy dragon for him to see. "He's mine," she added firmly.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Aye, Arrrchie's ma neem. Tha's a bonnie wee thing ye ha' therrrr."</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Why are you talking all funny?"</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"It's how ma mammy taught me. See ma tarrrtan breeks? Ma mammy knitted tha'."</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"My granny does knitting. She's going to show me when I'm older. She says needles are sharp. Are your teeth sharp?"</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Oh, aye. Sharrrper tha' knattin' needles," said Archie with a big toothy grin. He was enjoying this conversation.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Why?"</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">This question baffled Archie, as it does all adults, and he was still pondering how to answer it when his friends arrived, having finished their conversation with the tanner. Tippy immediately fell over, stood up, fell over again, and one of his greaves fell off because the straps had broken. The little girl squealed and fled. Within minutes, rumours had circulated throughout every corner of the town; rumours of an invasion of aliens with detachable legs. Doors were slammed, washing was taken in half-dry, fires were damped down and there was a run on beer at the tavern. Old men told tales of how in their youth they had fought demons with detachable <em>heads</em> and youngsters of today had it easy.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Apparently this town is called <em>Don't Ask</em>," reported <s>Albert</s> <span style="color: green">Ikidunot</span>. "But it's not in <s>Ikidunot's</s> <span style="color: green">my</span> books so we don't know much about it."</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Tasha thoughtfully tossed her halberd from one hand to the other, feeling the weight. It felt good. "We could chop off a few heads?" she offered.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BoldItalic, post: 7166485, member: 6777052"] [COLOR=blue]Archie took to the sky and reconnoitered the area. "Tharrr's a wee toon up yonderrr," he reported, so having tucked their various familiars cosily way in their own demiplanes, the party set off in that direction. The town was built around a crossroads and, as they entered from the south, they passed a dozen or so unremarkable thatched houses before a terrible smell assailed their [s]ears[/s] noses. "Don't look at me," said Albert, "It's coming from that tannery over there," and indeed it was. Inside the tannery they met the proprietor who was boiling up some unidentifiable hides in vats of noxious liquid. He introduced himself as Rouhl and offered to sell them some pieces of cured leather, or if they had any noxious liquids about them, he might be interested? Ikidunot picked out one of his many books and opened it. "Is this the town of Red Larch?" he asked hopefully, with his finger on page 28. "Nope. Never heard of it," was Rouhl's almost-too-quick reply. "There are no larches around here, red or otherwise. Trust me, I would know. Can I interest you in some leather bookmarks? Thruppence each or half-a-crown a dozen?" Meanwhile, Archie had settled in an unoccupied field a little to the east of the tannery. A small child watched him thoughfully. "You're Archie, aren't you?" she said, holding up a toy dragon for him to see. "He's mine," she added firmly. "Aye, Arrrchie's ma neem. Tha's a bonnie wee thing ye ha' therrrr." "Why are you talking all funny?" "It's how ma mammy taught me. See ma tarrrtan breeks? Ma mammy knitted tha'." "My granny does knitting. She's going to show me when I'm older. She says needles are sharp. Are your teeth sharp?" "Oh, aye. Sharrrper tha' knattin' needles," said Archie with a big toothy grin. He was enjoying this conversation. "Why?" This question baffled Archie, as it does all adults, and he was still pondering how to answer it when his friends arrived, having finished their conversation with the tanner. Tippy immediately fell over, stood up, fell over again, and one of his greaves fell off because the straps had broken. The little girl squealed and fled. Within minutes, rumours had circulated throughout every corner of the town; rumours of an invasion of aliens with detachable legs. Doors were slammed, washing was taken in half-dry, fires were damped down and there was a run on beer at the tavern. Old men told tales of how in their youth they had fought demons with detachable [I]heads[/I] and youngsters of today had it easy. "Apparently this town is called [I]Don't Ask[/I]," reported [s]Albert[/s] [color=green]Ikidunot[/color]. "But it's not in [s]Ikidunot's[/s] [color=green]my[/color] books so we don't know much about it." Tasha thoughtfully tossed her halberd from one hand to the other, feeling the weight. It felt good. "We could chop off a few heads?" she offered. [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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