The Wild Geas!
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Tasslehoff
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He's on vacation 
Tasslehoff
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He just went on vacation
Tasslehoff said:He just went on vacation
8th march. was last time he posted. then goes on vacation 1st of july.... wtf was he doing in between? i demand to know!
he better be a really busy super hero or something.
unless ofc hes been working on some kind of gift for me. then i will 4give him
gifts for me yay!
Roo Stercogburn
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(Just to let you know I'm trying to get peace enough to write again, here's the start of what will become the last few sections...)
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In the marquee, Ham sat at a makeshift table and stared morosely into his beer. There was still no sign of Tight, the shadowblades had not returned and they were still no nearer to destroying Banak. On the other side of the table sat an empty tankard and Twisted, also staring into Ham's beer wondering if his son what his chances of getting his son's beer.
Ham rumbled, "Ever think we're just prawns on the great cheeseboard of the gods?"
Twisted's forehead developed its own runrig system as his brow furrowed, "Uh son, isn't it chessboard?"
Ham looked up at his father and snorted, "Prawns can't play chess. I think."
"Maybe they got special chessboards for prawns underwater."
"No, pretty sure they'd just float off."
"Could have little suckers on board to keep them on."
"Maybe it after they caught and cooked? Could get on cheeseboard then."
Twisted thought about this and nodded, "That make sense. We pretty cooked now. It look like we gonna be on someone's cheeseboard."
The musings of both trolls were interupted by a growling, threatening prescence that loomed over them.
They both nodded to Ma and resumed the close inspection of their tankards.
Ma pulled a chair up and plopped down on it, "'Ello boys."
Ham and Twisted immediately caught the tone in her voice and in unison looked sideways at her.
"We going about this all wrong." said Ma, conversationally. Conversationally for Ma meant you listened or you lost limbs.
"Dunno what we done wrong," said Twisted, "got in Hibernia good, all way to village, sniffed around pretty good and found demon."
"I mean getting demon now we here."
"Oh."
"We trying think like norse or kobby. Time to think troll." said Ma, completely unaware of the oxymoron.
"Think troll." mumbled Ham and Twisted together, trying to get their heads around this concept.
"We go to mansion and smish everything we find."
"But the villagers?"
"Only Ham unable to smish. Rest of us fine. We been thinkin' cos Ham can't, we can't."
Twisted grinned but Ham looked troubled.
Ma stood up, "Gather der boys, boys. We go now. Nuff waitin'."
Ham rumbled, "Ever think we're just prawns on the great cheeseboard of the gods?"
Twisted's forehead developed its own runrig system as his brow furrowed, "Uh son, isn't it chessboard?"
Ham looked up at his father and snorted, "Prawns can't play chess. I think."
"Maybe they got special chessboards for prawns underwater."
"No, pretty sure they'd just float off."
"Could have little suckers on board to keep them on."
"Maybe it after they caught and cooked? Could get on cheeseboard then."
Twisted thought about this and nodded, "That make sense. We pretty cooked now. It look like we gonna be on someone's cheeseboard."
The musings of both trolls were interupted by a growling, threatening prescence that loomed over them.
They both nodded to Ma and resumed the close inspection of their tankards.
Ma pulled a chair up and plopped down on it, "'Ello boys."
Ham and Twisted immediately caught the tone in her voice and in unison looked sideways at her.
"We going about this all wrong." said Ma, conversationally. Conversationally for Ma meant you listened or you lost limbs.
"Dunno what we done wrong," said Twisted, "got in Hibernia good, all way to village, sniffed around pretty good and found demon."
"I mean getting demon now we here."
"Oh."
"We trying think like norse or kobby. Time to think troll." said Ma, completely unaware of the oxymoron.
"Think troll." mumbled Ham and Twisted together, trying to get their heads around this concept.
"We go to mansion and smish everything we find."
"But the villagers?"
"Only Ham unable to smish. Rest of us fine. We been thinkin' cos Ham can't, we can't."
Twisted grinned but Ham looked troubled.
Ma stood up, "Gather der boys, boys. We go now. Nuff waitin'."
Tesla Monkor
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Yay!
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[SS]Gamblor
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Roo Stercogburn said:
/hug Roo
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Thor sat in a field behind Tir Na mBeo, his back resting against a shady tree. Hibernian trees were always shady. It was part of the job description. Rich, green, Happy, happy trees - loved and worshipped. It was all very hateful thought Thor. He was feeling very sorry for himself. Perhaps it was time to give up and go home. He no longer was even interested in the motley group of Midgardians on their foolish quest or his own efforts to entertain himself. It had been amusing for a while but no more could he work up his interest. He ruminated a while as the sun crossed the sky. Eventually he reached a decision and hauled himself to his feet. He would go home. He stood and prepared to focus his thoughts on changing his form, ready to return to the other gods.
It was then he saw at the south end of a field a woman wandering out from the trees at one side, crossing to the gate at the far side. He was immediately distracted. She was dressed as a milkmaid, yet it was many hours past time for milking. He was puzzled, intrigued and immediately attracted. She was utterly beautiful. Moments after seeing her he frowned. He recognised her.
He directed a thought at her, "Shed the disguise."
She paused and turned towards him. An answering thought returned, "Shed your own, invader."
Thor shook off the guise of a burly Hibernian and returned to his own original form. The tall, proud god of thunder, trusty hammer at his side, armour gleaming.
The woman approached across the field and as she walked she began to change. The plain clothing became rich green robes and both her bearing and manner changed. She walked with regal grace. Thor placed a hand on his hammer, readyto defend himself. He was deep inside enemy territory. He cursed himself for being here.
"Aine." said Thor.
"My, what a handsome fellow you are, Thor. You're famed prowess with the Hammer precedes you though I must confess I prefer a good swordsman."
She smiled mischeviously.
Thor frowned. No longer was he floundering in unfamiliar territory. He was back to dealing with direct threats.
"It cannot be conincidence that you are here, Aine. Hoping to make the fields fertile again once my own have done your dirty work?"
"Your people invade a peaceful village. You have no business here, Midgardian."
"They quest."
"They must leave."
"They quest to save your meaningless little village."
"Events would run their course, with or without your band of thugs running around our lands. Garan Tule was destined to fight the demon."
Thor guffawed, "What, that jumped up little leader of the tutu brigade? Your own people should be more careful where they place a geas. The quest cannot be stopped."
"Your people will die."
"As will a very large number of yours. Though they are unaware, the Fisted family carry the favour of the troll fathers."
Thor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "In fact we would not even be standing here talking if you weren't worried about just how many precious Hibernians you will lose. You would simply call your allies and try to kill me where I now stand."
"Your people cannot win, Thor." persisted Aine, "Even if they defeat Banak, they will fall to the army now arriving outside Tir na mBeo. There is no escape for them."
Thor slitted his eyes and looked Aine up and down. He felt a stirring.
"If you are so confident, how about a small wager, one god to another?"
Aine raised an eyebrow, amused, "Oh?"
"I say your Hibernians shall not defeat the Midgardians. If you are so sure they will, let us wager on the outcome."
"When the Hibernians win, I claim any living survivors to be my servants."
"As opposed to any dead survivors?" grinned Thor.
Aine sneered, "And what prize would you wish?"
Thor openly looked Aine up and down, "I'll think of something."
It was then he saw at the south end of a field a woman wandering out from the trees at one side, crossing to the gate at the far side. He was immediately distracted. She was dressed as a milkmaid, yet it was many hours past time for milking. He was puzzled, intrigued and immediately attracted. She was utterly beautiful. Moments after seeing her he frowned. He recognised her.
He directed a thought at her, "Shed the disguise."
She paused and turned towards him. An answering thought returned, "Shed your own, invader."
Thor shook off the guise of a burly Hibernian and returned to his own original form. The tall, proud god of thunder, trusty hammer at his side, armour gleaming.
The woman approached across the field and as she walked she began to change. The plain clothing became rich green robes and both her bearing and manner changed. She walked with regal grace. Thor placed a hand on his hammer, readyto defend himself. He was deep inside enemy territory. He cursed himself for being here.
"Aine." said Thor.
"My, what a handsome fellow you are, Thor. You're famed prowess with the Hammer precedes you though I must confess I prefer a good swordsman."
She smiled mischeviously.
Thor frowned. No longer was he floundering in unfamiliar territory. He was back to dealing with direct threats.
"It cannot be conincidence that you are here, Aine. Hoping to make the fields fertile again once my own have done your dirty work?"
"Your people invade a peaceful village. You have no business here, Midgardian."
"They quest."
"They must leave."
"They quest to save your meaningless little village."
"Events would run their course, with or without your band of thugs running around our lands. Garan Tule was destined to fight the demon."
Thor guffawed, "What, that jumped up little leader of the tutu brigade? Your own people should be more careful where they place a geas. The quest cannot be stopped."
"Your people will die."
"As will a very large number of yours. Though they are unaware, the Fisted family carry the favour of the troll fathers."
Thor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "In fact we would not even be standing here talking if you weren't worried about just how many precious Hibernians you will lose. You would simply call your allies and try to kill me where I now stand."
"Your people cannot win, Thor." persisted Aine, "Even if they defeat Banak, they will fall to the army now arriving outside Tir na mBeo. There is no escape for them."
Thor slitted his eyes and looked Aine up and down. He felt a stirring.
"If you are so confident, how about a small wager, one god to another?"
Aine raised an eyebrow, amused, "Oh?"
"I say your Hibernians shall not defeat the Midgardians. If you are so sure they will, let us wager on the outcome."
"When the Hibernians win, I claim any living survivors to be my servants."
"As opposed to any dead survivors?" grinned Thor.
Aine sneered, "And what prize would you wish?"
Thor openly looked Aine up and down, "I'll think of something."
[SS]Gamblor
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R00 where are j00 ?
I've been off line a little over 2 months , and nothing
Giv Seal imo
I've been off line a little over 2 months , and nothing
Giv Seal imo
