Re: Under Siege
Sep 01, 2002 14:03 PDT
Looking up at IceWolf in the tree, Miasna pailed a
little. "You want me to climb up there?"
She knew that there was a problem here. An elf who
didn't like trees, but she was afraid to even try.
What if she fell and broke her leg?
Quickly changing her mind, she scrambled up behind
--- Lanse <LtLaemail@example.com> wrote:
"I don't know about you ... " stated IceWolf as
he clambered up a tree in a relatively untouched
section of the forest. "But I've had about as much
excitement as I can take."
The short elf paused- glancing back to Miasna.
Quite possibly the only elf he's met that's shorter
than him, save for children. IceWolf was many
things, but a soldier was not one of them. He'd
learned that a long time ago. It was his simple
duty to ... well. Protect Miasna now, from all the
effects of battle that were now raging off in the
distance from the pair.
"Stupid Lich. Stupid demons. Stupid Conclave
... " Deanna paused and crossed her arms against her
chest, orange/red eyes flaring faintly.
"STUPID VAMPIRE WHO'S FOLLOWING ME!"
The elven firewitch sat down on the edge of her
bed and glowered. She wasn't sure what to make of
anything anymore, but she knew she was beginning to
get fairly irritated.
-IceWolf Morganne/Deanna Jonesie
"And God said: 'Let there be Lamers!', and suddenly
Grammar died, and The Plot was trampled underfoot by
-Verse 1, "The Gospel of Lame"
--- Matthew Evets <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
continued as the
| ||The scrambling to get everyone back inside the Inn
Mattwolf stood by the
| ||skeletal beasts loomed closer. Kmelion and the
guardsman, barely past
| ||door, herding people through. By them, a young
wobbling as he quaked in
| ||boyhood raised his crossbow, the bolt point
growled, one clawed hand
"Watch where yer aimin' boy!", The Mattwolf
"Them gas bags're under
| ||clamping on the bottom of the crossbow's haft.
whole field gets
| ||pressure, see? Ya rupture one o' them an this
Eyeing the field, the Mattwolf tilted the crossbow.
smash into a
| ||The guardsman oblidged, and the bolt sailed out to
that had lagged behind
| ||skullbat that had been swooping towards a healer
| ||with a wounded soldier.|
"Nice shot!", Kmelion called over the din. "MY
of white-hot energy
| ||Drawing her power around her, she fired off a beam
that had been reaching
| ||that smashed into a line of slithering tentacles
blazed into crisps.
| ||for a downed pallet. The writihing, slimy things
much energy after so
| ||"Whew!" She sagged a bit, not used to using so
it in, but at last
It was close, and more than one person didn't make
slamming home to lock
| ||the Inn door slammed shut, the thick wooden bar
set up a command
| ||the door.|
Still technically in charge of the group, Arvanna
the second floor
| ||center in the common room near the bar. Scouts on
just beyond bow range
| ||reported that Darylia's undead had retreated to
| ||and were settling in. "Looks like were besieged,
| ||purred from atop her shoulder.|
"Yes, and it doesn't make any sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Why set up a siege here? Not is this one of the
Semberholme has been
| ||defended and well stocked places on the map, but
cavalry and spell support
| ||alerted to our situation! By morning armored
besiege a place for a
| ||will be here. So why mobilize so much force to
her drag a giant
| ||single day?"|
Azreal had no answer for that.
Meanwhile, Zena had bullied a servant into helping
where Eagleman and the
| ||mead keg up from behind the bar to the fireplace
trying to stare at
| ||Sage were stretched out on a table.|
Little Sasha had been looking around frantically,
stories of this place and
| ||everything at once. All her life she'd herd
of Hyrathos. She
| ||now here she finally was, surrounded by the heroes
| ||slid out of her seat near the hearth as Zena
top off the keg and
| ||"What are you going to do with that, miss Zena?"|
Zena replied by drawing her sword and slicing the
doing Miss Zena? He'll
| ||dunking her unconscious husband's head in it!|
Sasha gasped and rushed forward. "What are you
husband's heavy weight.
Zena gritted her teeth, straining to hold her
through his whole body.
| ||"If I spoon it into him it'll..uhn...circulate
| ||This way it...urgh...goes right to his messed up,
| ||Despite the strain she was under, she amnaged a wry
| ||drowning in mead...would be the way...ugh...he'd
bit much for a mere
| ||Sasha sat down heavily. Frankly, this was all a
| ||farmgirl, and she was feeling a little bit
" You're like a coat hanger with meat hanging off
| ||---Triple H, to Conan O'Brien|
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