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<blockquote data-quote="JharyOConnah" data-source="post: 7890749" data-attributes="member: 7016431"><p>Bradrick, still soaked, kept staring at Page, who curled, shivering at one corner of the rowboat.</p><p></p><p><strong>"I-I'm Page!"</strong> She raised her hand when Selythin asked their names. She looked like she were about to teeter back into the water.</p><p></p><p>Zenythin, Selythin's impertinent kinsman, leaned casually again the front of the boat. He sneered and smiled when he wasn't laughing.</p><p></p><p>He gave a little wave to the newcomers as well. <strong>"As my cousin said, I'm Zenythin. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."</strong></p><p></p><p>The burly bully was too overwhelmed to speak.</p><p></p><p>Page continued:</p><p></p><p><strong>"S-so sorry, gosh, about your townfolk..I hope they're okay...I didn't mean to..oh..my...and...there's the castle...I m-mean I meant...your castle, princess..." </strong></p><p></p><p>The pretty faerie lady gestured at the ruins in the distance while looking at Alan Oake.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Oh my. The forest appears to be burning."</strong> Remarked Zenythin.</p><p></p><p>Page looked really sad.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Ralph Crenshaw smashed in the door to the house. It fell off its hinges with a thud.</p><p></p><p>The little creatures immediately scattered to the corners and rafters of the home.</p><p></p><p>Orland's wife, Helene, screamed. <strong>"No! Sir Ralph! I don't think they mean us harm!"</strong></p><p></p><p>Orland tried to put himself between her and the little humanoids, but there were too many.</p><p></p><p>The Dreaming Knight stood ready to fight.</p><p></p><p>No fight came. Instead, a small but stout looking satyr hobbled forward. He spoke in a weird language and held a hand up to the other little creatures.</p><p></p><p>It wasn't a dialect Ralph recognized.</p><p></p><p>Then, in broken common, he said:</p><p></p><p><strong>"She right! Hold hu-man man..."</strong></p><p></p><p>He looked at Crenshaw's new sword and cocked his horned head in query.</p><p></p><p><strong>"We run. We look for champion... Why you hold blade of Grail?"</strong></p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>All the fae-folk surrounding Eovin kept talking at once. It was like the ill-mannered horses all over again.</p><p></p><p><strong>"We're in the forest, silly!" "Near the river!" "Why don't-choo know?" "But she looks like 'em, vizier Aov..." "Well she's played dumb!"</strong></p><p></p><p>Jim and Bo were having a sad, hushed conversation. After a moment, Bo stood and walked to Eovin. He whispered:</p><p></p><p><strong>"I dunno what's happening, but if you can help me find who's responsible I want to make them hurt..."</strong></p><p></p><p>Laynard's son seemed the furthest thing from threatening as the words echoed through the little pixie's mind.</p><p></p><p>Everyone in the small forest clearing smelled smoke.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p><strong>"Hmmph..."</strong></p><p></p><p>The man at the entrance to the ship looked at Josiah Jones and Kaylee.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Some cargo...to be unloaded at destination. We've got room for one or two more capable working men."</strong></p><p></p><p>He kept looking at Jones, trying to sort SOMETHING out with his tiny brain.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Go on up. Ask for Mr. Brown. He'll give you orders...Next!"</strong></p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="JharyOConnah, post: 7890749, member: 7016431"] Bradrick, still soaked, kept staring at Page, who curled, shivering at one corner of the rowboat. [B]"I-I'm Page!"[/B] She raised her hand when Selythin asked their names. She looked like she were about to teeter back into the water. Zenythin, Selythin's impertinent kinsman, leaned casually again the front of the boat. He sneered and smiled when he wasn't laughing. He gave a little wave to the newcomers as well. [B]"As my cousin said, I'm Zenythin. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."[/B] The burly bully was too overwhelmed to speak. Page continued: [B]"S-so sorry, gosh, about your townfolk..I hope they're okay...I didn't mean to..oh..my...and...there's the castle...I m-mean I meant...your castle, princess..." [/B] The pretty faerie lady gestured at the ruins in the distance while looking at Alan Oake. [B]"Oh my. The forest appears to be burning."[/B] Remarked Zenythin. Page looked really sad. * * * Ralph Crenshaw smashed in the door to the house. It fell off its hinges with a thud. The little creatures immediately scattered to the corners and rafters of the home. Orland's wife, Helene, screamed. [B]"No! Sir Ralph! I don't think they mean us harm!"[/B] Orland tried to put himself between her and the little humanoids, but there were too many. The Dreaming Knight stood ready to fight. No fight came. Instead, a small but stout looking satyr hobbled forward. He spoke in a weird language and held a hand up to the other little creatures. It wasn't a dialect Ralph recognized. Then, in broken common, he said: [B]"She right! Hold hu-man man..."[/B] He looked at Crenshaw's new sword and cocked his horned head in query. [B]"We run. We look for champion... Why you hold blade of Grail?"[/B] * * * All the fae-folk surrounding Eovin kept talking at once. It was like the ill-mannered horses all over again. [B]"We're in the forest, silly!" "Near the river!" "Why don't-choo know?" "But she looks like 'em, vizier Aov..." "Well she's played dumb!"[/B] Jim and Bo were having a sad, hushed conversation. After a moment, Bo stood and walked to Eovin. He whispered: [B]"I dunno what's happening, but if you can help me find who's responsible I want to make them hurt..."[/B] Laynard's son seemed the furthest thing from threatening as the words echoed through the little pixie's mind. Everyone in the small forest clearing smelled smoke. * * * [B]"Hmmph..."[/B] The man at the entrance to the ship looked at Josiah Jones and Kaylee. [B]"Some cargo...to be unloaded at destination. We've got room for one or two more capable working men."[/B] He kept looking at Jones, trying to sort SOMETHING out with his tiny brain. [B]"Go on up. Ask for Mr. Brown. He'll give you orders...Next!"[/B] * * * [/QUOTE]
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