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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Enk&amp;D'Shai" data-source="post: 2237033" data-attributes="member: 7569">Pimp My Story Hour. What, did you think we were joking?This week on Pimp My Story Hour, me and my man D'Shai...Yo!... got a special treat for y'all.That's right Enk-xit. We got one of our longtime SB readers - Spider_Jeruselam - to unknowningly "volunteer" part of his <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=130292" target="_blank">story hour, Ice Luck and Honor</a> for us to Pimp.Let's show what we got, D. Here's the before:What did you think when you saw that, D?man, I thought that needed some pimpin'! So that's what we did:[code]                 [color=white]Thalin scrabbled backwards               as           the               man        advanced,           his               hands [/color][color=blue]desperately clutching at the ground behind him. His ha[size=3]n[/size][size=4]ds[/size] [size=5][b]found[/b][/size][/color][color=yellow]the[/color] [color=white]clothed shaft of [i]Erifeci[/i]. With a quick roll sideways, [/color][color=red]Thalin[/color][color=yellow]shook[/color] [color=white]the bandages away from the staff and with a shout of [/color][color=red]rage [/color][color=white]swung the staff towards his opponent. Thalin screamed the command [/color]  [size=1][color=dimgrey]word “Ice”[/color][/size]                                [color=dimgrey][size=3]as the staff carved[/size][/color]   [color=dimgrey][size=1]through[/size]                                        [size=3]the air.[/size][/color][/code]Tell us about this one, D.OKAY Enk what you see here is a classic, 50's style pimp. I personally like the blue racing stripe and phat tires for the rear.I'm partial to the tinies on the front and the yellow glazed headlamps. And with the way the stripe sweeps up into the the fins in the back, this paragraph is definitaly stylin'. And, that about wraps up this edition of Pimp My Story Hour. This is Enk and D'Shai giving you the Tip of the Day:If your ever have to miss a gaming session, make sure its not the one where you divy up the magic items.*****Don’t look back! Don't look back!The stairs blurred beneath the halfling’s bare feet as his tiny legs pumped as fast as they could. Blood oozed from numerous bites and scratches over the bard's body, but he hardly noticed anymore as his weight finally hit the ground floor of the ramshackle store front and the halfling ran for the small crack that had allowed him access to the singed, two story building.Soot and ash kicked up by the halfling’s flight hung in the air and – as if shoveled there by tiny gremlins – settled in Pack’s eye, nearly blinding him. This was a bad idea. Why don't I ever listen? I hope it’s not following me! Where is that hole? Ander will know what to do. But he told me not to go in the first place! Oh he is going to be mad. Here it is!With a desperate leap, the bard hurled himself through the jagged opening, coming down painfully on his shoulder as he tumbled into open air. Pack stood, pausing out of habit to brush himself clean and failing miserably, and then rushed through the burnt timbers of what used to be the Golden Gander to find Ander. It didn't take long, even if Ander hadn’t been alone in the wreckage, the backwoods warrior stood out against the impoverished patrons of Old City.At least he has his cloak up so it’s harder to see his face, the halfling thought as he ducked below a fallen beam."Ander! Ander!" the bard said. As usual, he did so louder than he intended. "Aurora isn't in the building next door, but something awful is!""Blood and Bones, Pack! What happened to you?" Pack could hear the concern in the woodsman’s voice, and saw it in his eyes when the woodsman threw off his hood. The bard suddenly realized that he probably looked worse than he felt."Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he said, though Ander crouched and began wrapping some of the nastier scrapes with linen. “But you’ll never guess what just happened! I went into the burnt out store next to the inn to see if Aurora was maybe hiding inside there cause you never know and I know you said not to and to wait for Theo but I found this crack and it was small enough for me to fit through and I thought that maybe when you said ‘don’t go in there’ you meant ‘don't go in through the front door’ so I went in to check it out and guess what?"“What?” Ander said as he continued to bind the halfling's wounds."Aurora isn't in there. Ow!”"You already said that. Now what was in there," he said with a tug on a bandage that nearly pulled the halfling over. “Whoa!” Pack was sure that the woodsman was being rough on purpose. And I probably deserve it too, but I still got some good information!"Oh yeah! It was big and mean and nasty... and… and it bit me." "I can see that Pack... but what was it?" The woodsman continued to jostle the young bard as he cleaned and bandaged the bites and scrapes."Ummm... I don't know, but I think we should go get it before it hurts somebody else." The woodsman stopped his bandaging. "Pack, we need to wait ‘til the others show up before we do anything." Pack used his pouty eyes. Then he used them again; and then a third time. When he started on his fourth, Ander surrendered."Alright! I'll take a look, but you stay here.” He stood and ruffled Pack’s hair before hiking his hood back up over his face. “And this better not be like the “monsters” in my wine celler back home.""Those were big rats..." Pack mumbled as Ander strode toward the shell of a building, "to me at least."*****Next Time: "Old Arguments," or "Father-in-Law Knows Best!"</blockquote>

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