The Heroes of Icemist (SmallBeginnings 2)- Interlude update 2/21/2008!
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Originally Posted Jan 24, 2006 - Hooray for Google cache!
Well?
Well what?
Aren’t you going to say something?
About what?
About why we are late in posting.
Why? The doctor said the shampoo would take care of it.
Not that! By the way, it looks like it's working. The other thing.
Oh the other thing. No I don’t wanna talk about.
Why not? It’s awesome. Why won’t you talk about it?
I’m shy.
Your interpretive dance the other night at the theater says otherwise.
What? The film broke and the mob was getting angry. My starbursts were in jeopardy.
Look, just tell them.
Why don’t you? You worked on it just as much as I did.
Maybe, but it was your idea.
No way I’m taking credit for that idea.
What? It’s a good idea.
Then you claim it.
No. You spawned it, you should get the credit.
I can’t; its overhyped now and that always leads to failure.
It is not overhyped. Just tell them.
I can’t. I’m scared. Look at them, like a pack of hungry dogs. Let’s just give them a post and be done with it.
That’s the thing - I don’t think a post is enough right now. I think you need to tell them.
I can’t. Its time for my shampoo.
At least give them a Tip of the Day.
Go Steelers!
Just push the button...
*****
Pack stumbled in the nearly waist high muck, grimacing as the dim light from one of Theo’s prayers showed yet another hand span of his fine silk cloak succumb to the filth. “This must be the worst adventure ever,” he grumbled to no one in particular. “We come to the greatest city in the world, find out one our best friends is in trouble, almost get killed, and end up hip deep in…”
“What’s that Pack?” echoed Theo’s voice from ahead.
“Nothing,” said the bard.
“Some say thunder in the distance is nothing, too,” said the priest as he slowed his step. “Doesn’t stop them from getting wet. Want to talk about it?”
“No,” the bard said reflexively as he came even with the cleric. Pack looked ahead a few dozen paces, to where Worm and Ander walked together in the torch-like glow of another of Theo’s light stones. The two hadn’t spoken since… it… happened. Pack could almost see the tension between them.
“Do you think Grogger will be alright?” the halfling said after a while.
Theo sighed, “I don’t know, Pack. I’m afraid he’s been caught in the same storm we all have. Weathering may prove tricky.”
The two walked in silence for a while longer. Pack watched their shadows pace menacingly along the slime covered walls. “If I could just find some dry ground, I think I can clean us all up. Hey Theo did I tell you I’ve been working on a new…” The bard let the question die on his lips as he glanced up at the priest. The cleric’s eyes were hard, yet sad. “This is our fault, isn’t it?” he said.
It took a moment for Theo to answer. “No, Pack,” he said softly, staring ahead at the two younger men, “but that doesn’t make it any less of a problem.” He paused for a moment, and then looked down at the halfling, “Hopefully we won’t have to wait much longer for news about him. I think we’re here.”
Pack peered ahead to see Ander looking up at a metal ladder set into the wall and Worm trudging back toward the stragglers. “The runt says this is the place,” said the half-orc, his gravely voice echoing throughout the tunnel. “Shouldn’t be long now. Then we can get topside and put an end to it.”
Pack looked at his big-little brother and wrinkled his brow, “What do you mean put an end to it?”
“We’ll meet Grogger, crack some skulls, and get out of town.”
“But what if Grogger’s really in trouble? What if they’re… doing things to him to get him to talk?” Pack tried to bite back the words, but his tongue was too quick.
“Even if what that rabbit said is true, do you really think that a few guardsmen would give that great old beast any problems? Ha! He’d show them his fangs and they’d have to go change their codpieces!”
“But that man said that it was the Wolves, Worm,” said Pack, “and that means that it’s the Iron Wolves.”
“The who?”
“The Iron Wolves. Don’t you remember what Sir Thaddeus said about them?” Pack straightened his back without realizing it, taking on the posture of the Icemist’s old storyteller. “The Iron Wolves began as a cadre of skirmishers during the demon wars, and were thrice decorated by the king for bravery and victory in the face of certain defeat; after the war they were elevated to royal duty. They are credited with over…”
“‘Royal duty,’” the half-orc guffawed as he started back toward the ladder with the stragglers in tow, “sounds like step-n’-fetch to me.”
“Not quite, lad” said Theo, “though I think we’d prefer it if it was. They’ve got writ to track and capture enemies of the crown; it looks like we’ve made their list.”
“What do you mean ‘we,’ old man?” asked Worm, just loud enough for Pack to know Ander could hear it. “We all know who’s fault this is.” Ahead, the bard saw Ander’s head sag and shake.
Ashrem’s voice echoed from above as he slid down the ladder, “You should know better than to lay blame, Worm.” He punctuated the remark with a splash as he hit the muck. “Attempting to hang the burden of our predicament on one pair of shoulders is approximately as sensible as saying that the sky is dark under the noon day sun. You knew there might be risks when you decided to accompany us, and I… suggest,” Pack thought he heard the hint of a growl in the scout’s voice, “that you choose your words more carefully in the future.”
Worm chuckled. Pack gulped at the sound of it. It was the same chuckle his adopted brother would laugh right before throwing someone through the door of the Shimmering Sword. “Ander, better tell your housecat to back down before I toss him like old dishwater.”
The woodsman stepped between them, facing Worm and giving him a glare. “Enough! Both of you!” He turned to Ashrem, and Pack imagined him saying “and that goes for you too!” Instead, the ranger paused and let silence settle. “Now,” he finally continued, “what did you find out, Ash?”
“There are indeed guardsmen at the manor of our half-ogre host. Most are openly armed and wear red and gold livery, a wolf’s head over an anvil.”
“That’s the Iron Wolves for sure,” whispered Pack.
Ander interrupted, “You said most. What about the others?”
“I believe that the liveried soldiers were simply a show of force. I spied seven less obvious agents dressed in more mundane clothing, and have the suspicion that more skulked in the alleyways. To a man, they looked competent, and their movements seemed practiced. If forced to guess, I would say that their scouts are easily my match. It will not take long for them to follow our trail to the shack.”
“What about Grogger?” asked Pack.
“I did not see him, and from the look of it they did not lay hands on him either: I did not see any injuries or property damage that would have resulted had they attempted to take him by force. We must assume that he is safe, for the time being.”
“Were you followed?” said Worm.
Ashrem gave the half-orc a look that Pack thought would melt wax. “No. I doubled back twice before slipping down to our rendezvous.”
“Then we need to move. Now.” Ander’s voice was flat and hollow; Pack found it disconcerting. “Theo, you’re the one who knows the city. Any ideas on where we can hole up?”
Theo frowned, as if reluctant to speak. “We can head for the Temple. There’s a set of tunnels that connect to the Temple cistern to the sewer. From there we can…”
“Can what?” scoffed Worm, “Clear Ander’s name?”
“No,” answered the woodsman, “Get you out of Tor.”
“Lad…”
“No arguments, Theo. Please. Not now. Just get us going in the right direction.”
“If you insist, lad. If you insist.”
Well?
Well what?
Aren’t you going to say something?
About what?
About why we are late in posting.
Why? The doctor said the shampoo would take care of it.
Not that! By the way, it looks like it's working. The other thing.
Oh the other thing. No I don’t wanna talk about.
Why not? It’s awesome. Why won’t you talk about it?
I’m shy.
Your interpretive dance the other night at the theater says otherwise.
What? The film broke and the mob was getting angry. My starbursts were in jeopardy.
Look, just tell them.
Why don’t you? You worked on it just as much as I did.
Maybe, but it was your idea.
No way I’m taking credit for that idea.
What? It’s a good idea.
Then you claim it.
No. You spawned it, you should get the credit.
I can’t; its overhyped now and that always leads to failure.
It is not overhyped. Just tell them.
I can’t. I’m scared. Look at them, like a pack of hungry dogs. Let’s just give them a post and be done with it.
That’s the thing - I don’t think a post is enough right now. I think you need to tell them.
I can’t. Its time for my shampoo.
At least give them a Tip of the Day.
Go Steelers!
Just push the button...
*****
Pack stumbled in the nearly waist high muck, grimacing as the dim light from one of Theo’s prayers showed yet another hand span of his fine silk cloak succumb to the filth. “This must be the worst adventure ever,” he grumbled to no one in particular. “We come to the greatest city in the world, find out one our best friends is in trouble, almost get killed, and end up hip deep in…”
“What’s that Pack?” echoed Theo’s voice from ahead.
“Nothing,” said the bard.
“Some say thunder in the distance is nothing, too,” said the priest as he slowed his step. “Doesn’t stop them from getting wet. Want to talk about it?”
“No,” the bard said reflexively as he came even with the cleric. Pack looked ahead a few dozen paces, to where Worm and Ander walked together in the torch-like glow of another of Theo’s light stones. The two hadn’t spoken since… it… happened. Pack could almost see the tension between them.
“Do you think Grogger will be alright?” the halfling said after a while.
Theo sighed, “I don’t know, Pack. I’m afraid he’s been caught in the same storm we all have. Weathering may prove tricky.”
The two walked in silence for a while longer. Pack watched their shadows pace menacingly along the slime covered walls. “If I could just find some dry ground, I think I can clean us all up. Hey Theo did I tell you I’ve been working on a new…” The bard let the question die on his lips as he glanced up at the priest. The cleric’s eyes were hard, yet sad. “This is our fault, isn’t it?” he said.
It took a moment for Theo to answer. “No, Pack,” he said softly, staring ahead at the two younger men, “but that doesn’t make it any less of a problem.” He paused for a moment, and then looked down at the halfling, “Hopefully we won’t have to wait much longer for news about him. I think we’re here.”
Pack peered ahead to see Ander looking up at a metal ladder set into the wall and Worm trudging back toward the stragglers. “The runt says this is the place,” said the half-orc, his gravely voice echoing throughout the tunnel. “Shouldn’t be long now. Then we can get topside and put an end to it.”
Pack looked at his big-little brother and wrinkled his brow, “What do you mean put an end to it?”
“We’ll meet Grogger, crack some skulls, and get out of town.”
“But what if Grogger’s really in trouble? What if they’re… doing things to him to get him to talk?” Pack tried to bite back the words, but his tongue was too quick.
“Even if what that rabbit said is true, do you really think that a few guardsmen would give that great old beast any problems? Ha! He’d show them his fangs and they’d have to go change their codpieces!”
“But that man said that it was the Wolves, Worm,” said Pack, “and that means that it’s the Iron Wolves.”
“The who?”
“The Iron Wolves. Don’t you remember what Sir Thaddeus said about them?” Pack straightened his back without realizing it, taking on the posture of the Icemist’s old storyteller. “The Iron Wolves began as a cadre of skirmishers during the demon wars, and were thrice decorated by the king for bravery and victory in the face of certain defeat; after the war they were elevated to royal duty. They are credited with over…”
“‘Royal duty,’” the half-orc guffawed as he started back toward the ladder with the stragglers in tow, “sounds like step-n’-fetch to me.”
“Not quite, lad” said Theo, “though I think we’d prefer it if it was. They’ve got writ to track and capture enemies of the crown; it looks like we’ve made their list.”
“What do you mean ‘we,’ old man?” asked Worm, just loud enough for Pack to know Ander could hear it. “We all know who’s fault this is.” Ahead, the bard saw Ander’s head sag and shake.
Ashrem’s voice echoed from above as he slid down the ladder, “You should know better than to lay blame, Worm.” He punctuated the remark with a splash as he hit the muck. “Attempting to hang the burden of our predicament on one pair of shoulders is approximately as sensible as saying that the sky is dark under the noon day sun. You knew there might be risks when you decided to accompany us, and I… suggest,” Pack thought he heard the hint of a growl in the scout’s voice, “that you choose your words more carefully in the future.”
Worm chuckled. Pack gulped at the sound of it. It was the same chuckle his adopted brother would laugh right before throwing someone through the door of the Shimmering Sword. “Ander, better tell your housecat to back down before I toss him like old dishwater.”
The woodsman stepped between them, facing Worm and giving him a glare. “Enough! Both of you!” He turned to Ashrem, and Pack imagined him saying “and that goes for you too!” Instead, the ranger paused and let silence settle. “Now,” he finally continued, “what did you find out, Ash?”
“There are indeed guardsmen at the manor of our half-ogre host. Most are openly armed and wear red and gold livery, a wolf’s head over an anvil.”
“That’s the Iron Wolves for sure,” whispered Pack.
Ander interrupted, “You said most. What about the others?”
“I believe that the liveried soldiers were simply a show of force. I spied seven less obvious agents dressed in more mundane clothing, and have the suspicion that more skulked in the alleyways. To a man, they looked competent, and their movements seemed practiced. If forced to guess, I would say that their scouts are easily my match. It will not take long for them to follow our trail to the shack.”
“What about Grogger?” asked Pack.
“I did not see him, and from the look of it they did not lay hands on him either: I did not see any injuries or property damage that would have resulted had they attempted to take him by force. We must assume that he is safe, for the time being.”
“Were you followed?” said Worm.
Ashrem gave the half-orc a look that Pack thought would melt wax. “No. I doubled back twice before slipping down to our rendezvous.”
“Then we need to move. Now.” Ander’s voice was flat and hollow; Pack found it disconcerting. “Theo, you’re the one who knows the city. Any ideas on where we can hole up?”
Theo frowned, as if reluctant to speak. “We can head for the Temple. There’s a set of tunnels that connect to the Temple cistern to the sewer. From there we can…”
“Can what?” scoffed Worm, “Clear Ander’s name?”
“No,” answered the woodsman, “Get you out of Tor.”
“Lad…”
“No arguments, Theo. Please. Not now. Just get us going in the right direction.”
“If you insist, lad. If you insist.”
Serenity
First Post
De-Lurking
WOW! I just read both Small Beginnings threads and ...WOW. Seriously guys, these are some great stories. I really enjoyed them and I can't wait for the next update. Now that I have found this thread, the only thing to do is keep hitting refresh until the next contest starts!
WOW! I just read both Small Beginnings threads and ...WOW. Seriously guys, these are some great stories. I really enjoyed them and I can't wait for the next update. Now that I have found this thread, the only thing to do is keep hitting refresh until the next contest starts!
Bubbalicious
First Post
Well, Serenity, I've got good news and bad news.
Godd news is that, yes, we try to have a lot of fun with this story hour.
Also, being one of the players in the group on whose gaming sessions this
story hour is based, I can tell you the story is about to get even better!
(A LOT better!!!)
For the bad news... well, I'll just say you should look at the dates of the
story posts and look at all the begging for new installments, and you can
see that the waits tend more to the long and frustrating.
But I absolutely don't want to scare you off! Just letting you know we'll
test levels of patience you didn't know you had. Welcome! Join the fun!
We always enjoy new members to our online family. (More targets means
easier target practice) And who knows, if Enkhidu stops trying to prove
that he actually has sex by knocking up the old lady, we might get the
good stuff to you much more frequently. (Enk still doesn't realize that the
babies are only proof that his WIFE is having sex! But sssssh, don't tell him!)
Godd news is that, yes, we try to have a lot of fun with this story hour.
Also, being one of the players in the group on whose gaming sessions this
story hour is based, I can tell you the story is about to get even better!
(A LOT better!!!)
For the bad news... well, I'll just say you should look at the dates of the
story posts and look at all the begging for new installments, and you can
see that the waits tend more to the long and frustrating.
But I absolutely don't want to scare you off! Just letting you know we'll
test levels of patience you didn't know you had. Welcome! Join the fun!
We always enjoy new members to our online family. (More targets means
easier target practice) And who knows, if Enkhidu stops trying to prove
that he actually has sex by knocking up the old lady, we might get the
good stuff to you much more frequently. (Enk still doesn't realize that the
babies are only proof that his WIFE is having sex! But sssssh, don't tell him!)
Serenity
First Post
Well Bubba,
No worries. After a tour in the Marine Corps, I don't scare off too easily. As for the long wait time... again with the no worries. I don't have anything better to do when I am supposed to be working <refresh>. So I'll just keep <refresh> checking in and looking <refresh> for more updates. <refresh>
<refresh>
<refresh>
Aarrrgh! Gosh darn computer must be broken, it's not refreshing and showing me the new update that I know must be out there. Doh!
Also, thanks for the added stress Bubba. My wife is 10 weeks pregnant with our second child and until your post, I was sure it was mine... Enk hasn't been in central florida recently has he... say about 10 weeks ago? Aarrrgh!?!??
No worries. After a tour in the Marine Corps, I don't scare off too easily. As for the long wait time... again with the no worries. I don't have anything better to do when I am supposed to be working <refresh>. So I'll just keep <refresh> checking in and looking <refresh> for more updates. <refresh>
<refresh>
<refresh>
Aarrrgh! Gosh darn computer must be broken, it's not refreshing and showing me the new update that I know must be out there. Doh!
Also, thanks for the added stress Bubba. My wife is 10 weeks pregnant with our second child and until your post, I was sure it was mine... Enk hasn't been in central florida recently has he... say about 10 weeks ago? Aarrrgh!?!??
Serenity said:
Not that youuuuuuu knoooooooow!
So here's a repost of an update that got lost in the shuffle a few weeks back. It was originally posted on March somethingorother, and it had no (gasp!) intro.
*****
Clean booted halfling feet bounced against half-orc pectorals as Worm hoisted Pack onto his shoulders. “Thanks, Worm,” said the bard, “You want me to clean you up too?”
“Nah, Pack, I’ll probably just get dirty again. But that’s a handy little trick you got there, little-big brother. Probably would have come in handy when Ma was on one of her cleaning fits.”
“That’s what I thought!” said Pack as he made brushing motions in the dimly lit air, sending mud and muck away from his adopted brother anyway. Soon Theo’s light stone, now wound in a bit of string and dangling from the halfling’s neck, showed span after span of clean half-orc. “When we get home we’ll never have to worry about chores again!”
“Well, when you find one that can hoist an ale barrel and toss a drunk…”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that, Worm. I tell you what, when we get back I’ll start working on it right away.”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean maybe? I said I’d get right on it. Don’t you believe me?”
“That’s not what I meant, Pack.”
“Well, what did you mean?”
The half-orc slowed his step, “I don’t know if I’m going home, Pack.”
“What?” Pack yelled, nearly falling form his perch.
“Something going on back here?” rumbled Theo from up ahead as he sloshed toward the brothers. “You two need any help?”
Pack hesitated for a moment. “No. I thought I saw something.” Under his breath, just loud enough for his steed to hear, he added “We’re not done talking about this, Worm.”
“Ah,” said Theo as he joined the pair. “I guess that will happen down here.”
“I can see that,” replied Pack quickly. “This place is spooky. How did you ever find out about these tunnels, anyway, Theo? And just why would a temple of Zuras have a sneaky back way into the sewers, anyway? That just seems strange, And icky. Sticky! That what it seems, sti…”
“It’s not that strange Pack,” said Worm. “Probably a way to get things in and out without having to pay taxes.”
Theo frowned in the pale light. “No, Worm. It’s not so the Temple can avoid paying taxes. And while we’re on the subject, it wasn’t built for smuggling people, either.”
“That’s what we’re using it for,” snickered the half-orc. Pack stifled a giggle of his own.
“Yes, that’s what we’re using it for,” grumbled Theo. Suddenly, Pack was struck with the thought that the priest looked very tired. The halfling gave his brother a gentle nudge to the jaw with his knee that stopped the warrior’s laughter.
“Theo?” said the bard, “If the tunnels aren’t for that, what are they for?”
The priest sighed, “That’s a bit of a tale, Pack,” he said. “And this isn’t the time to tell it, lad.”
“But, Theo…”
“The short version is that it was built a long time ago in order to break a siege, but almost ended up destroying Tor in the Wars.”
“I don’t understand,” said Pack.
“The demons found it. I don’t know how, but they did.” Pack could see the old cleric shudder in the light. “The fighting down here was terrible. But in the end they were driven back and out, and their entryway was sealed with both mortar and magic. Wasn’t long afterward that they started filling the tunnels in and barring them off. The ones they couldn’t collapse they trapped. A few nobles even suggested putting monstrous beasts down here to hunt down demons that might have gotten away.”
“That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard,” scoffed Worm.
“Everyone else thought so too, lad. But when you’re wealthy enough, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad as a wolf on the full moon, people will listen to you anyway. Luckily other, richer, voices prevailed, and instead of letting a pack of monsters loose in the sewers, they just decided to flood them instead.”
“Flood them? How?”
“All these old tunnels are cut below the riverbed. The sappers found that out the hard way after the Demon Wars, when they were trying to collapse a section. Caused a big stink at the time: literally. The sewers overflowed for a week straight. So the city capped the breach with a seal; one that would keep the river in its bed, but let them flood the tunnels if they needed to. They even built two more, just in case the first one didn’t work.”
Pack let out a low whistle. “If we have time, do you think we could see them?”
“We’re not headed in that direction, lad. If things were different…” The old priest let his voice trail away.
“But then why is this one open?” asked Pack from atop his perch.
“What?”
“You said that they blocked up all the tunnels, or trapped them, or set them to flood. So why is this one still clear?
“Because the city didn’t find it, and the Bishop decided that it would be best to keep at least one of the old ways open, for emergencies.”
“I guess this counts as an emergency,” said the bard. “I mean, us being in trouble and all. Will your father-in-law be upset about us using it?”
“Probably. The Bishop doesn’t much care for those not of the faithful,” he answered, adding, “Not that he cares for the faithful all that much either,” under his breath. Pack didn’t think the comment was meant for anyone else’s ears. “But once we explain things to him, I think he’ll do what’s right. He’s an honorable enough man, in his own way.”
Pack wiggled in his seat atop his brother’s shoulders, trying to work the muscles in his leg that he suddenly realized had fallen asleep. “Why do you do that, Theo?”
“Do what?”
“Call your father-in-law the Bishop. Isn’t that a little formal? Or is that one of those priest rules or something?”
“I’d rather not talk about it, Pack…”
“It just seems like you wouldn’t want to call someone you’re related to by a title, is all. Don’t you think so, Worm?”
“Pack,” grumbled Worm, “just let it drop. He said he didn’t want to talk about it.”
“I better get back to the other two,” said Theo, abruptly. “We’ll be coming to a crossway soon, and I need to go give more directions to Ashrem and Ander.” With that, the cleric trudged ahead quickly, shaking his head and muttering indistinctly.
“But I thought that they already knew the way,” said Pack to no one in particular. He continued in a quieter voice. “What’s wrong with him? Did I say something wrong?”
“Yes.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again.”
“I should go apologize.”
“You want me to put you down?”
“No. It’s comfy up here. It’d probably just make him mad anyway.”
“Nah. I don’t think he’s mad at you. Sounds like he just doesn’t like the Bishop, is all.”
“Oh.” Pack fidgeted atop his brother’s shoulders some more. His leg had fallen asleep again. “Worm, what did you mean when you weren’t coming home?”
Worm let out a long breath. “I don’t know, Pack,” he started quietly. “I like Icemist, but Tor? Tor is… Tor is like all those stories you used to make me listen to over and over when we were growing up. Except Tor is real. I think I’d have already tried to figure out how to live here if it hadn’t been for that stupid Ionian.” Pack sat silently, unwilling to defend the woodsman, while Worm continued to stew. “He’s a stupid, stupid coward. He kills a man and then runs off, and then prances around like he’s some big hero! And then he whines about finding his stupid sweetheart who’s probably not really in trouble at all, and drags you off on some stupid chase across the kingdom…”
“Stop it, Worm!” said the halfling, his voice echoing throughout the tunnel. He lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. “Aurora is my friend, and I was as worried about her as anyone else. I decided to come on this chase. No one talked me into it. So don’t start trying to blame anyone else for my being here.”
“Pack, if you keep following him he’s going to get you hurt, or maybe even killed.”
“Hells, Worm! Last fall I thought I was going to die. You can’t always try and protect me, big-little brother. Believe it or not, sometimes I can actually protect myself.” Pack let the words hang in the air as they moved. The half-orc stepped up the pace, as his heavy feet slapped the wet stone of the tunnel floor. A glance ahead showed the others move straight across an intersection of tunnels; the crossing tunnel was thinner, and looked to be partially collapsed. “That must be the crossway Theo was talking about. You think we’ll be there soon?”
Worm didn’t answer. The bard tried again. “Do you think we’ll be there soon?” Again, his answer was silence.
So that’s the way it’s going to be. “Maybe you better put me down, Worm.”
The half-orc roughly lifted the halfling off his shoulders and let him slip to the ground. Then without a word, he trudged off after the feloine, the priest, and the Ionian, leaving Pack jogging to catch up. He’s going to be mad for days, the way he’s going on about it. It’s serve him right if he fell flat on his big, fat…
Out of the corner of his eye, Pack saw a hint of reddish glow from on of the side tunnels. “Worm?” he said, as the light grew brighter. His brother grunted a not reply. As if in answer, the tunnel spat out a ball of feathery fur that tackled the half-orc.
“WORM!”
*****
Bubbalicious
First Post
Enk's a GIRL!!!
Hey Enk, you writing anything new or are you just stalling with a "Greatest Hits album"?
Hey Enk, you writing anything new or are you just stalling with a "Greatest Hits album"?
This is not the post you were looking for. 
Actually we are still working on the current installment. Things have just not gone our way lately. Enk is working two jobs but only getting paid for one - not to mention two kids and I am just lazy. We hope to have something up soon. Till then Bubbalicious will entertain you with songs of lore.
Actually we are still working on the current installment. Things have just not gone our way lately. Enk is working two jobs but only getting paid for one - not to mention two kids and I am just lazy. We hope to have something up soon. Till then Bubbalicious will entertain you with songs of lore.
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