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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tharen the Damned" data-source="post: 3822179" data-attributes="member: 17091">Ok, give it a try:Pulling down his breaches, Drizzt squatted down. Dozens of years with only trail rations, half cooked game and barely ripe fruits have left the Drow with a delicate stomach. And of late he felt that he wasn't 100 any more. Slowly the white skin of his face turned into a beautifl shade of crimson, perfectly matching the colour of his almond eyes. With a low moan he finished his business. His right arm reached for the low hanging branch of an old oak to rip of some leaves.Suddenly the Tree became alive. Big saucer shaped green flecked eyes opened in the trunk of the oak. A gaping mouth opened:"You dare? You really dare to use the leaves of my hand for your...buramburumbum? I will teach you to treat me and all trees with respect!"Almost to fast to see, one of the biggest branches of the tree swipes at the Dark Elf.But Drizzt was faster. Gracefully he dived under the the attacking branch and came up in a warriors' crouch, reaching for his two scimitars.Or tried to.He had forgotten that his breaches still were down at his feet and that his swords were hanging at a nearby branch.Instead of being armed in a defensive stance he half kneeled half lies ungracefully just before the enraged Tree.Only one thing to do now. Drizzt reached for his belt, taking out the onyx statuette: "Guen...". But his summoning is cut short, as another branch tries to punch him.His cat like and magically enhanced reflexes saved him again. With a lightning fast backwards flip, he jumps out of reach from the branch and came up in a warriors' crouch.Or tried to.A second time he had forgotten his breaches.Stumbling backwards he put both of his hands behind him, to keep him from falling.No good, he had also forgotten he still had the onyx statuette in his right hand.Suddenly Drizzt felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen. It was as if red hot pokers were stabbed into his bowels. Balckness danced before his eyes.With his last concscious thought he called out for the only freind who could save him now:"Guenhwyvar, come now!".Some hours later the Catty Bree found the Drow. Or rather that what remained of Drizzt. And hiding in bushes a very embarressed looking black panther.</blockquote>

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