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<blockquote data-quote="Orichalcum" data-source="post: 2467009" data-attributes="member: 3722">Alea Iacta IX: An Easy Descent Chp. 21: But a WhimperThanks, Shieldhaven! You clearly appreciate this much more than Heilyn did.... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />***There is a long moment of awed silence from all three Celts, before Heilyn bursts out mentally with his anguished, infuriated retort:&quot;Ohhhh - Eez that all?&nbsp; Whut Ie valew moest?&nbsp; Ie tell yew whut - Ie'm sterting to valew thiez ackursed adventurs with thayer ackursed deels ind ackursed deevine beeings priety highlee.&nbsp; Perhaps yew mieght wunt to taek them insted?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Auchk!&nbsp; $$@# this!&nbsp; @$@# thiez spearits! Ind @$$% Rome!&nbsp; If thay gut thayer @$@*ing shiening citi on a $*&amp;%ing shiening heel, than wee gut ouer chince at impyre too!&nbsp; Weell seee hooz pisses the tist of tyme!&nbsp; Iee'lll sae ta ^*#ing wurd!&nbsp; Eef it ##$*s me tan &amp;^*# tat!&nbsp; Wee seee hooz a shiening liet to &amp;*#$ing hoo!&quot;[GM Note: This is a literal transcription, edited for the likes of Eric's grandma. If you wish to fill in the blanks, please mentally remember to use an &quot;oo&quot; sound rather than an &quot;uh&quot; sound to preserve the sense of the accent.]A stunned, if slightly impressed silence falls again. Wena says, finally, &quot;Well, it's your choice, Heilyn. But we have seen that Britannia needs protection.&quot;Llyr adds, &quot;Make sure when you're thinking about the protection to protect us from those Druids and spirits up north, though. We're just worried about Britannia - not Caledonia.&quot;Heilyn simply glares at them and the wolf, and takes a deep breath, drawing in all of his innate power and his connections to the spirit and natural world. He lifts his enormous hammer high above his head with both hands and swings it up and down a few times. Finally, at the arc of the swing, he shouts &quot;WAVES&quot; out loud and brings the hammer pummeling down into the surface of the land beneath him, which trembles beneath his blow. The Celts can hear the noise of rushing water all around them, echoing in the distance, but see no visible effect initially.Heilyn looks as if he has run many miles, and his face has gone bright red from exertion. The wolf speaks gently into their minds. &quot;It is done. You should return to your companions.&quot;When the trio walks back to the small stream which had formerly divided Britannia from the mainland, they discover that it has transformed into a deep, gaping chasm, with roiling waves and jagged rocks far below. The stark white cliffs on each side add a note of forbidding beauty to the scene, and Wena thinks that perhaps she saw, for a moment, their acquaintance the sea serpent gliding northwards through the chasm. There is also no obvious way to cross. Llyr proposes an elaborate thrown rope bridge involving a complicated pulley-and-weight system. Heilyn, however, looking weary and frustrated, simply transforms himself into a giant hippogriff, and Wena and Llyr climb on his back and fly over. As they land, Heilyn the hippogriff takes one long look back at the idyllic rolling green meadows of his homeland, before resolutely turning his gaze back towards Roma. Here ends &quot;Shast the Monkey and the Black Chain Philosopher,&quot; the first scroll of the Adventures of Shast (and his intrepid companions). Look out soon for the forthcoming scroll, &quot;A Civil Campaign: Shast the Monkey's Inside Report on the Seamy World of Roman Politics.&quot; </blockquote>

[QUOTE="Orichalcum, post: 2467009, member: 3722"] [b]Alea Iacta IX: An Easy Descent Chp. 21: But a Whimper[/b] Thanks, Shieldhaven! You clearly appreciate this much more than Heilyn did.... ;) *** There is a long moment of awed silence from all three Celts, before Heilyn bursts out mentally with his anguished, infuriated retort: "Ohhhh - Eez that all? Whut Ie valew moest? Ie tell yew whut - Ie'm sterting to valew thiez ackursed adventurs with thayer ackursed deels ind ackursed deevine beeings priety highlee. Perhaps yew mieght wunt to taek them insted? Auchk! $$@# this! @$@# thiez spearits! Ind @$$% Rome! If thay gut thayer @$@*ing shiening citi on a $*&%ing shiening heel, than wee gut ouer chince at impyre too! Weell seee hooz pisses the tist of tyme! Iee'lll sae ta ^*#ing wurd! Eef it ##$*s me tan &^*# tat! Wee seee hooz a shiening liet to &*#$ing hoo!" [GM Note: This is a literal transcription, edited for the likes of Eric's grandma. If you wish to fill in the blanks, please mentally remember to use an "oo" sound rather than an "uh" sound to preserve the sense of the accent.] A stunned, if slightly impressed silence falls again. Wena says, finally, "Well, it's your choice, Heilyn. But we have seen that Britannia needs protection." Llyr adds, "Make sure when you're thinking about the protection to protect us from those Druids and spirits up north, though. We're just worried about Britannia - not Caledonia." Heilyn simply glares at them and the wolf, and takes a deep breath, drawing in all of his innate power and his connections to the spirit and natural world. He lifts his enormous hammer high above his head with both hands and swings it up and down a few times. Finally, at the arc of the swing, he shouts "WAVES" out loud and brings the hammer pummeling down into the surface of the land beneath him, which trembles beneath his blow. The Celts can hear the noise of rushing water all around them, echoing in the distance, but see no visible effect initially. Heilyn looks as if he has run many miles, and his face has gone bright red from exertion. The wolf speaks gently into their minds. "It is done. You should return to your companions." When the trio walks back to the small stream which had formerly divided Britannia from the mainland, they discover that it has transformed into a deep, gaping chasm, with roiling waves and jagged rocks far below. The stark white cliffs on each side add a note of forbidding beauty to the scene, and Wena thinks that perhaps she saw, for a moment, their acquaintance the sea serpent gliding northwards through the chasm. There is also no obvious way to cross. Llyr proposes an elaborate thrown rope bridge involving a complicated pulley-and-weight system. Heilyn, however, looking weary and frustrated, simply transforms himself into a giant hippogriff, and Wena and Llyr climb on his back and fly over. As they land, Heilyn the hippogriff takes one long look back at the idyllic rolling green meadows of his homeland, before resolutely turning his gaze back towards Roma. [I] Here ends "Shast the Monkey and the Black Chain Philosopher," the first scroll of the Adventures of Shast (and his intrepid companions). Look out soon for the forthcoming scroll, "A Civil Campaign: Shast the Monkey's Inside Report on the Seamy World of Roman Politics." [/I] [/QUOTE]

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