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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4018494" data-attributes="member: 16069">Turn 8.2: Bush Wackers 4 Real“It did. It did- I saw it move.” Dartamor points at the unmoving bush.Grand Alf adopts a combat crouch and closes in on the thing, a three foot high scraggly plant, which was- prior to Dartamor’s interjections, minding its own business.The great combat Sorcerer circles the plant.“Watch out for its tendrils.” Aleso offers.“Which bit are the tendrils?” Saradomin enquires, watching on.Aleso looks stumped, finally confesses, “don’t know, read it in a book…” He mumbles.Grand Alf has completed a full circle of the offending plant, it’s not moved at all.“Wily bugger, I’ll give it that.” The Sorcerer comments.“What’s stopping you- get in there man.” Daratamor points at the plant again and takes a step back, makes a few practice swishes with his rapier.Grand Alf straightens, looks hard at the Rogue, “be my guest- if you want to do it.”Dartamor shakes his head, takes another step back.“Let’s ambush it.” Aleso states.Which makes everyone think for a while.“How exactly?” Saradomin breaks the silence.“Well we’ll hide behind the wall and then lure it to us.” The Paladin finishes.The thinking is resumed.“How, I mean how do we- lure it to us, exactly?” Saradomin tries again.“Bread crumbs.” Grand Alf offers and mooches back to the pack, leaving the plant on its own again.“Plants don’t eat bread crumbs.” Saradomin states, almost certain.“Are you sure?” Grand Alf looks quizzical.“Yes. Almost certainly.”“What does eat bread crumbs then?” Grand Alf enquires confused.“I do.” Aleso grins.Which brings the debate to a halt.Behind the Lost Boys the plant uproots itself and wanders off into the undergrowth, alas the Twig Blight possess only the rudimentary workings of a mind, not capable of complex thoughts, it heads off in search of friends in order to re-evaluate the situation.Back to the Lost Boys.“Do you even have any bread?” Saradomin shouts, things are getting fractious.There follows a rifling of backpacks, Grand Alf whoops with joy and produces a curly Magic Smash sandwich, it’s a bit floppy- having forgotten the reason for his search he proceeds to eat his find.The others watch on.“There that’s better, now what were we looking for?” Grand Alf wipes the last of the crumbs from his fake beard, actually he tears the thing off and bangs it against the wall and then, quick-as-a-flash, reapplies it.“Bread crumbs for the…”Dartamor points, the others follow his gaze.“There’s nothing there.” Aleso breaks the deadlock.“Exactly.” Dartamor states.The plant is gone.“No, hang on.” Dartamor points, “it’s over there.”And sure enough over there is a plant, it looks exactly like the other one, in fact it could be the other one, in fact… I’ll leave the end of the sentence for you to make a leap of logic.“No, it’s over there.” Saradomin points, and sure enough there’s another plant just like the other one.“And there.” Aleso points.“And there.” Grand Alf points.“That means…” Saradomin starts.“And there.” Grand Alf adds and points some more.“I said, that means…” Saradomin begins again.“There, and there, no that’s the first one again, no, no, no that’s a new one, the first one is back there.” Grand Alf revolves and points.“And yet”, Saradomin’s voice rises, “my point is still valid- that means…” he pronounces every word as if talking to a gaggle of four year olds.“And there.” Aleso adds, followed by, “Oooo”, he’s spotted something. The Paladin lurches forward, bends quickly and picks something up from the floor, he examines it in his hands, the others can’t see, he’s obscuring their view.“What is it?” Grand Alf asks.“Bread crumbs, there’s a trail of theng.” The last word is lost as the Paladin stuffs the bread in his mouth, “ni-shhh”, he splutters and grins.“Interesting, a trail of bread crumbs, what could it mean?” Grand Alf scratches his chin.“Could be a lure.” Dartamor states.“A what, a law?” Saradomin’s forgotten his previous point, if he ever had one.“No, a lure, to lure you in.” “To lure me in?”“No, I mean, well, yes, maybe- to lure something in.”“Ahhh.” Saradomin makes a noise like he understands, he doesn’t, he just makes the noise like he does, it often has the desired effect- stops the other person from talking.“So what would be lured in by a trail of bread crumbs, that’s the question?” Dartamor states.Which sets them thinking.“Plants.” Grand Alf yells and jumps a little, like he’s just solved an extremely complex equation.“How about Paladins?” Saradomin states and nods forward.Grand Alf and Dartamor turn to stare.Aleso has wandered a little down the track into the Twilight Grove, stopping to munch on the scattered bread crumbs along the way.“Hey Grand Alf, got any Magic Smash lef…”It’s at this point that the Twig Blights attack.Look away it gets no better.Next Turn: Not so smart now are you Twiggy?</blockquote>

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