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Post by BALLS OF STEEL on Mar 16, 2013 9:51:20 GMT -5
if the next bit is about garack stepping on rakes I dont want to read on
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Post by Taric on Mar 16, 2013 20:38:38 GMT -5
((Is that Literal or Metaphorical?
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Post by Taric on Mar 16, 2013 21:00:31 GMT -5
"Urgroush wants fight! Urgroush wants smell blood!"
"Sorry buddy, I'm not going to look for a fight when i'm in control" Garak responded to the Orc
"Me want see fear in enemies! Me want fight! URGROUSH FIGHT!"
"Sorry, But there's nothing to fight even, Unless you think that chair over there is intimidating. Ooh! Real scary!"
"If Urgroush had hands you have no arms and legs left to move yourself"
"But, You don't. Try fighting with the kobold or somthing" When Garak focused on the Kobold, He heard this.
*Snore noise*"Yip!Yap!"*Snore noise*"mmm... Ugyip would like the fried adventurer... extra crispy"
"He must be dreaming of kobold dinnertime" Garak said"
"Human boring! Urgroush want see somthing different! Look outside puny human!"
"OK, Fine. I wanted to look outside anyway." Garak approached the window, floorboards creaking underneath with every step.When he got fairly close to the window, the paladin spoke up.
"This doesn't feel right. I sense a presence of evil. Try to stay hidden when looking outside, you do not want to let whatever's out there know you are here."
"Thanks, That's the first smart thing someone here has said." Garak was sure that the others, save the "Thingamahwhat" were glaring at him. He slowly approached the window and looked outside. Urgroush chuckled to himself.
"These I can fight"
"Well, Not unless you can get a body of your own." Garak was looking at zombies. But these weren't like zombies he had faced before. These seemed stronger, faster, and more evil. And like he was right on cue Taric spoke. "These are /not/ normal zombies. Do not go outside unless you have to."
"I can promise you, You don't have to worry about me going outside. Ugyip yelled in his sleep, Startling Garak a bit. Urgroush chuckled at this, and Garak hit his head on the window. A zombie turned and looked towards the window."Cyric's Blood..." Garak quickly dashed away from the window. Let's hope it doesn't get in here. Garak heard no scratching at the window, and quickly checked to find out that the zombie had went away."Well I guess I haven't lost all of my luck." Garak walked into the living room, sat on the big chair by the fire and stoked it. Closing the doors to the room, and feeling a bit safe since there are no windows in the room, and tired enough, he fell into a state of sleep, getting up every couple of hours to stoke the fire. The others had fallen asleep, and Garak had guessed that they were in a projection of the house in his mind to make things easier on all of them. Garak put a big load of wood on the fire for the final time that night and fell asleep, ever fearing the zombies that lurked in the shadows and rain outside.
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Post by Taric on Mar 16, 2013 21:02:24 GMT -5
((Hmm. I wonder if I should move the story to the fireside.
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