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Rich G.
Jul 26, 1999, 3:00:00 AM7/26/99
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As he passed through the blue energy his skin tingled briefly before he
tumbled into a grassy clearing with houses just ahead. He could hear a
stream off to his left and the sound and smells of some animals behind him.
He took all this in during the time it took him to roll to a crouch and look
for the man he was after, the evil Rich G. The blue doorway he had jumped
through winked out behind him and he heard what sounded like the thieving
dog laughing on the other side of it. He didn't smell the oiled armor at all
and no tracks let from the spot he was at now.
Slowly he rose and looked down at himself. He hadn't really had much time to
think about what he looked like since the encounter with the Spider-bear and
the surprisingly nicely curved BKDaemoness. His breechcloth was dirty and
his whole body was matted with grass, sticks, leaves and twigs that had
stuck to the sap he had rubbed his body with to mask his scent. He had small
scratches on his arms and the scar that ran along his right forearm stood
out stark white against his tanned skin. That was from a boar hunt years
ago, and when it stormed he could feel the scar tighten up before the storm
hit. Rubbing the scar absent mindedly as it throbbed in time with his
heartbeat he headed for the stream to clean up before going to see the
village elders and find out where he was and what to do about the thieving,
murdering DoW.
He smelled smoke from green wood wafting over the stream towards him from a
cottage separate from the rest of them as he cleaned up. Using the
breechcloth to scrub the sticky sap off his body he was soon cleaner and
presentable. He pulled a branch off a bush near the water's edge and frayed
the end of it as best he could to use on his teeth.
He felt a cleaner but hungry as he climbed out of the stream on the side
with the lone cottage and began wringing the water from his single piece of
clothing when he heard someone behind him. Whirling and yanking the spear
from where he had stuck it in the soft ground he had his arm pulled back and
the spear aimed at a woman with a single gray lock of hair. She stood
watching him and lighting a pipe from a flame that danced on her thumb.
"Well this is a fine way to greet the morning don't ya think?" Her smile
never made it to her eyes. But if her eyes never made it up as high as his
eyes either.
The young man quickly made the sign to ward off the evil eye with his left
hand while backing slowly away from the witch. "I didn't know this was
yours. I'm sorry ma'am. I'll be on my way."
"You'll be wanting your clothes and a bit more I should think or Gillian
will be eating you alive if you go into town that way. Now that I think
about it, Cain might give her a run for her money." The woman chuckled wryly
and pointed at the wet breech where he had dropped it. "I'll not hurt you,
come around to the front and have something to eat and I'll see if I can't
find you something a bit more. suitable. to wear. And don't bother with the
evil eye stuff, I'm not as bad as people would have you believe."
The young man followed her around the cabin, stepping over his clothes,
unwilling to take his eyes off her for even the time it would take to
retrieve it. His mind raced. To eat with a witch was to become her slave for
dozens of years. To refuse was even worse.
A large pot sat outside the door of the house and something inside boiled
quietly and without smoke or steam. When he looked into the pot it looked to
be full of clothes much like she was wearing.
"Don't mind that. You caught me on laundry day. Here's something my man used
to wear before he passed on. You look to be about his size. well, his height
anyway." She laughed again mysteriously. "So, what's your name?"
He stared at her, of course she didn't know. She wasn't of his tribe. "My
naming day is next week. Until then I am simply called boy, or if there are
two of the un-named together, then I am called Hirule's boy, after my
father."
"You're hardly a boy. I think you'll need to move up your naming day a bit
or the towns-people are going to get terribly confused."
The young man recoiled at the idea of moving his naming day and stumbled
backward against the pot of boiling clothes. The hiss as it burned his skin
sent a wave of stench assaulting his nostrils. He jerked forward away from
the heat and his feet tangled around the pants he was trying to put on.
Toppling forward straight into the witches arms he saw that nestled between
her breasts was a stylized piece of wood on a thin metal chain. "Ok." She
said as she helped him to his feet and pulled his pants up, "You put that
away yourself and then fasten the buttons yourself too. Just a sort of
townsfolk name, but not a real name which won't come until next week. how
'bout we call you Mamuth?" Finally, exasperated she fastened the buttons on
his pants and pulled the white cotton shirt over his head. "OK, now you're
presentable. What are you doing here, so far from your village?"
Mamuth told the story of BKDaemoness and the foul Rich G. who had murdered
her. The witch listened intently occasionally asking a question or two. She
managed to elicit the fact that BKDaemoness had indeed worn a couple of red
bottles on her belt. "So, you're going to find the DoW for your curvy-swervy
friend BKDaemoness and wipe up the floor with them while looking for Rich
G.?"
Mamuth looked up from the ground "Yes, I will kill them all for taking her
from me. I saw the way she looked at me, she was wife material."
"Were you dressed at the time? That might have had something to do with the
look. Never mind. If you're going to go into battle you'll need better than
that for armor. Come inside, I'll see what I've got for you to wear in your
campaign against the vile DoW."
As the two of them entered the cabin and the door closed behind them a small
figure crept from the shadows of the cabin back towards the stream. He knelt
and picked up the breechcloth before slipping into the water where the fish
darted around his wooden leg.
tumbled into a grassy clearing with houses just ahead. He could hear a
stream off to his left and the sound and smells of some animals behind him.
He took all this in during the time it took him to roll to a crouch and look
for the man he was after, the evil Rich G. The blue doorway he had jumped
through winked out behind him and he heard what sounded like the thieving
dog laughing on the other side of it. He didn't smell the oiled armor at all
and no tracks let from the spot he was at now.
Slowly he rose and looked down at himself. He hadn't really had much time to
think about what he looked like since the encounter with the Spider-bear and
the surprisingly nicely curved BKDaemoness. His breechcloth was dirty and
his whole body was matted with grass, sticks, leaves and twigs that had
stuck to the sap he had rubbed his body with to mask his scent. He had small
scratches on his arms and the scar that ran along his right forearm stood
out stark white against his tanned skin. That was from a boar hunt years
ago, and when it stormed he could feel the scar tighten up before the storm
hit. Rubbing the scar absent mindedly as it throbbed in time with his
heartbeat he headed for the stream to clean up before going to see the
village elders and find out where he was and what to do about the thieving,
murdering DoW.
He smelled smoke from green wood wafting over the stream towards him from a
cottage separate from the rest of them as he cleaned up. Using the
breechcloth to scrub the sticky sap off his body he was soon cleaner and
presentable. He pulled a branch off a bush near the water's edge and frayed
the end of it as best he could to use on his teeth.
He felt a cleaner but hungry as he climbed out of the stream on the side
with the lone cottage and began wringing the water from his single piece of
clothing when he heard someone behind him. Whirling and yanking the spear
from where he had stuck it in the soft ground he had his arm pulled back and
the spear aimed at a woman with a single gray lock of hair. She stood
watching him and lighting a pipe from a flame that danced on her thumb.
"Well this is a fine way to greet the morning don't ya think?" Her smile
never made it to her eyes. But if her eyes never made it up as high as his
eyes either.
The young man quickly made the sign to ward off the evil eye with his left
hand while backing slowly away from the witch. "I didn't know this was
yours. I'm sorry ma'am. I'll be on my way."
"You'll be wanting your clothes and a bit more I should think or Gillian
will be eating you alive if you go into town that way. Now that I think
about it, Cain might give her a run for her money." The woman chuckled wryly
and pointed at the wet breech where he had dropped it. "I'll not hurt you,
come around to the front and have something to eat and I'll see if I can't
find you something a bit more. suitable. to wear. And don't bother with the
evil eye stuff, I'm not as bad as people would have you believe."
The young man followed her around the cabin, stepping over his clothes,
unwilling to take his eyes off her for even the time it would take to
retrieve it. His mind raced. To eat with a witch was to become her slave for
dozens of years. To refuse was even worse.
A large pot sat outside the door of the house and something inside boiled
quietly and without smoke or steam. When he looked into the pot it looked to
be full of clothes much like she was wearing.
"Don't mind that. You caught me on laundry day. Here's something my man used
to wear before he passed on. You look to be about his size. well, his height
anyway." She laughed again mysteriously. "So, what's your name?"
He stared at her, of course she didn't know. She wasn't of his tribe. "My
naming day is next week. Until then I am simply called boy, or if there are
two of the un-named together, then I am called Hirule's boy, after my
father."
"You're hardly a boy. I think you'll need to move up your naming day a bit
or the towns-people are going to get terribly confused."
The young man recoiled at the idea of moving his naming day and stumbled
backward against the pot of boiling clothes. The hiss as it burned his skin
sent a wave of stench assaulting his nostrils. He jerked forward away from
the heat and his feet tangled around the pants he was trying to put on.
Toppling forward straight into the witches arms he saw that nestled between
her breasts was a stylized piece of wood on a thin metal chain. "Ok." She
said as she helped him to his feet and pulled his pants up, "You put that
away yourself and then fasten the buttons yourself too. Just a sort of
townsfolk name, but not a real name which won't come until next week. how
'bout we call you Mamuth?" Finally, exasperated she fastened the buttons on
his pants and pulled the white cotton shirt over his head. "OK, now you're
presentable. What are you doing here, so far from your village?"
Mamuth told the story of BKDaemoness and the foul Rich G. who had murdered
her. The witch listened intently occasionally asking a question or two. She
managed to elicit the fact that BKDaemoness had indeed worn a couple of red
bottles on her belt. "So, you're going to find the DoW for your curvy-swervy
friend BKDaemoness and wipe up the floor with them while looking for Rich
G.?"
Mamuth looked up from the ground "Yes, I will kill them all for taking her
from me. I saw the way she looked at me, she was wife material."
"Were you dressed at the time? That might have had something to do with the
look. Never mind. If you're going to go into battle you'll need better than
that for armor. Come inside, I'll see what I've got for you to wear in your
campaign against the vile DoW."
As the two of them entered the cabin and the door closed behind them a small
figure crept from the shadows of the cabin back towards the stream. He knelt
and picked up the breechcloth before slipping into the water where the fish
darted around his wooden leg.
--
Rich G.
http://www.cyberjunkie.com/richg
ald
Jul 27, 1999, 3:00:00 AM7/27/99
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On Mon, 26 Jul 1999 21:37:26 -0500, "Rich G."
<jere...@teeth.dodgenet.com> wrote:
<jere...@teeth.dodgenet.com> wrote:
>As he passed through the blue energy his skin tingled briefly before he
>tumbled into a grassy clearing with houses just ahead. He could hear a
>stream off to his left and the sound and smells of some animals behind him.
>He took all this in during the time it took him to roll to a crouch and look
>for the man he was after, the evil Rich G. The blue doorway he had jumped
>through winked out behind him and he heard what sounded like the thieving
>dog laughing on the other side of it. He didn't smell the oiled armor at all
>and no tracks let from the spot he was at now.
<snippety-do-dah>
>As the two of them entered the cabin and the door closed behind them a small
>figure crept from the shadows of the cabin back towards the stream. He knelt
>and picked up the breechcloth before slipping into the water where the fish
>darted around his wooden leg.
>
>
>--
>Rich G.
Ah, so *that's* where Wirtless gets his rags of the ages from, huh?
Lol, looking real good so far, Rich, I can't wait for the next one.
SBPP, or more, please.
ald
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