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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:26 pm
Chamo came back with differnt darts and a vial of clear purple posion. "Chaemo got posion! Chameo usd his own posion, Chameo have posion in teeth to stop food from moving! You want see?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:29 pm
"Sssss.... Nah I think that will work though... paralyzing him for a bit may do us some good..",Ryn said, standing back up, glancing at the girl on the ground, as well as the person hiding around the corner. "Lets head over to wherever Tom's room is ok?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:37 pm
Getting up with a stir "Bloomin piss dat 'urt....w'ere da 'ell am i" looking around spotting the boy "W'o are you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:41 pm
"Chameo know where it is! follow Chameo!" Chameo crawled on the ceiling towards Tom's room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:42 pm
(since my profile is not on for a bit, just be patient with me. )
Baltazaar, son of Grendel, the Trollslayer, carefully put the last stone to his resting place. The headmaster or however this thing was called had been very shocked to know that he was skilled in the ancient dwarven art of room decorating.... It had not been that bad....
He stood back, and watched his work. The brew-machine, connected to the air condition hardly blocked the window, and the two big barrels of Strongest dwarven ale made up for the missing parts. He had installed Torch-holders in the walls, and had exchanged the inhumanely thin blankets with a good thick fur of a grizzly bear and a blanket woven of the scalphair of the enemys of his grandfather, a prized family heirloom. The last touches to his lair of love had been the fireplace with the automatic pig-roast, for which he had to remove a part of the floor, and had to put a hole in the wall for the smoke to disappear, and finally posters of Hiltrud, the granddwarfen pornqueen, showing an amazing mass of soft fluffy beard, and pink sandals with mithril spikes. Her ankles were allmost visibe.
Baltazaar stood back, watched his work, and was contempt. Even Brian Bloodaxe, brother of Tordek of Gotrek, whose amazing performance with the hammer of mithril and an unfortunate Goblin had caused a hail of Lead platemail underwear in the sacred halls of Mortheim, would have agreed that this room was a fitting lair for a dwarfen teenager of slim 200 years. He checked his figure in the mirror once again. 180 pounds of pure musculoid Dwarven manmeat... check. Amazing T-shirt woven of mithril, polished to the point of sparklyness.... check. Parts of leatheramour, supposed to be of elven skin, but instead the slightly cheaper version of Halfelven skin, placed so that his upper body appeared good enough... check. He fastened his mithril keg of ale at his broad belt, grabbed the broadaxe of his grandfather, and happily kicked the door to the hallways open. He had not been surprized that the headmaster of this hall of study had allowed him to decorate the room, and install the brewery, as he had placed a ruby the size of his ... big toe on the desk of the office. But he had been surprized that they would not allow him to have his favourite dog of war with him. Well, fluffy would have to wait....
He breathed in, stretched himself to full 4 feet 7 height, carefully checked the style of his beard that reached down to his navel, and burped loud enough for anyone to notice that he, Baltazaar, Son of Grendel the Trollslayer, had left his room. It took a minute for his eyes to accustom to the bright light, so he fished out some sunglasses, and placed them on his big and sexy nose.
As he could see again, he noticed and smelled several people. He nodded in their direction.
"S'up?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:55 pm
Ryn grinned again, starting to follow Chaemo only to hear a large belch nearby, and turned glancing behind him. What he saw made him start to laugh. There was a short, and rather wide, human looking being behind him, covered in what looked like a rather long pony tail coming down his from. "SsSsSssssss... What the.. what the heck are you?", Ryn said, more hissing laughter sliding between each word.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:59 pm
Chameo ignored this and opened Tom's room by using one of his darts like a pick lock. "Hurry! Get in!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:02 pm
Balatazaar checked the .... being a long time.....
"I do not know how they have it with things like politeness where you crawled out, but I am Baltazaar, Son of Grendel the Trollslayer, at your service. I am pleased to meet you, and to answer your question, I am a dwarf of birth and raising. What can I assume is your ancestry?"
He had done good drinking the little keg of strong ale before he had left the room, because it made it easier for him to just let that dishonouring of his whole ancestry pass. Overgrown newt, he thought to himself, but was too polite to even flinch a muscle in his face to indicate his discontempt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:05 pm
"Sssss.... The name is Ryn, of the Draconians.... but I have stuff to do, so I'll leave you to your belching....",Ryn replied turning, and sprinting up the hall, following Chaemo into Tom's room. "Lets hurry, we don't want him to find us... now that way is the kitchen, so lets start there."
Ryn carefully opened the door to the kitchen, and stepped through, checking to make sure Tom was nowhere around.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:06 pm
"Chameo no trust him, he don't like Chameo."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:15 pm
Wandering down the hall following the noise spotting people in the hall staring at the person in the middle of the hallway "Oi!" she yelled down the hall "OI! w'o are you? You 'ave any idea w'ere we are?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:21 pm
"Chameo have no clue where we are, but they be lots of shiny things."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:23 pm
Ryn leaned back out of Toms room, glancing down the hall, shouting,"Hey Chaemo? I thought you wanted to mess with Tom's water? And I already went over it with you, we don't know where we are, or why...."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:24 pm
Baltazaar raised one of his bushy eyebrows, while he watched the lizzards run along. Draconians.... he knew his share of them. Good, honest people. The short and slightly curly one must have been some kind of ******** in the eyes of the usual draconic population, so Baltazaar felt some kind of shame, as he had seen the short one do the dirty work. He sighed, and hummed a few ancient dwarfen drinking-songs, before he walked on in the corridor.
Surely, he thought, the draconian knew nothing of dwarfen culture.... and the short one had kind of a bad eyesight. He shrugged, and then, it hit him..... They were doing a panty-raid! A sacred dwarfen occupation, as told in runes of mythril, reaching back as long as in the time when Mortheim was just a little cave. Very manly, he thought, and walked back to his room. Of course, it was his holy dwarfen duty to support his allies in their conquest of pantys on his own. So, he walked back in his room, reached under his bed, and pulled out his holy musical anvil and his bessed Mithril hammer. He thought of a proper incantation for this most glorious of events, a song that would surely pull all attention on him and away from the noble draconian and his ugly friend.
As the hammer came down on the mighty anvil, the sang in traditional dwarven custom as loud as he could, to shoo any hiding goblins away:
"ICH GEH MIT MEIJNER LATERNE; UND MEINE LATERNE MIT MIR! DORT OBEN LEUCHTEN DIE STERNE; DORT UNTEN LOICHTEN WIR: DAS BIER GEHT AUS; ICH GEH NACH HAUS; RAM BI_HMEL; RAHM BAH'MEL RAMBUM!!!"
As his strong and beautiful dwarven voice roared in his room, and out of the door into the hallway, he let his hammer slam again and again against the anvil, resonating under his mighty bashes with sounds that let his dwarfen heart beat faster. He knew now that his comrades had nothing more to fear.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 5:29 pm
"Chameo coming! Come your wings Ryn!" Chameo took a quick glance at the short thing and crawled on the deiling to Tom's room.
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