Loe & Karmak
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As Stol Knorr the halfling, introduces himself, Loe gives
him a low growl from underneath his hood.
The serving wench approaches the table. She brings with her
a large serving tray with the leg of some farm animal that has
been recently slaughtered. It has been skinned and the blood is
still fresh. She sets it in fron the the hooded Loe.
On the tray there is also a bowl full of grubs and chunks of
fresh fruit which she sets right in front of Karmak; the birdman
licks his beak in anticipation.
Loe then removes the hood, reaveling a feline head: small round
ears, thick black mane, a muzzle showing 2-inch fangs, eyes the
color of amber. He grabs the chunk of meat with his clawed hand
and begins to tear the flesh away from the bone. Blood drips
down his furry chin.
The serving wench winces at the sight, but manages to place
a large decanter full of a black liquid on the table.
Karmak looks at it...
"Is Black Rose wine the best drink you have in this
tavern ?"
The wench nods.
"Oh well, Black Rose wine it is !" <says Karmak as he takes
a handful of grubs and drops them in his beak>
"Byn the vay <crunch> Wen're excrshpecting <crunch> a crshfricrshend
<gulp> to join us soon. He only drinks Red Lotus juice, would
you see if you have any in your cellar, and if not just go and
get it from the trading store."
Meanwhile, Loe has been listening to the story that the Northerner
by the fireplace has been telling about the splitting of the Great
Hall of R.G.FRP.
As the northerner finishes, Loe growls in a voice that makes the
very walls of the inn shake...
"YOU THINK THAT'S SOMETHING !! LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
THAT'LL CURDLE YOUR BLOOD !!"
Karmak reaches over and taps in on the shoulder...
"Hey Loe, keep it down a bit, you are almost yelling."
Loe frowns, but lowers his voice...
"We just came from waging a bloody battle with an evil
and despicable tyrant, who tried to create his own
universe by using the life-force of those that he beguiled
with his witchcraft. But he could not beguile me or my
friends; so we went among the people and expose him for
what he was. I was called a Crusader by some and a Black
Knight by others. The battle was fierce. There were times
when I was up to my waist in blood. Some of it was my own, but
most of it was my enemy's."
Loe grins viciously and continues...
"In the end we won the battle and the people knew the tyrant
for what he was. And more moderate forces took control of the
land and hopefully 6 months from now, after everyone has
recovered from the battle, these moderate forces will have a
chance to create a better world."
"As far as this split of the Great Hall that you mention, we
are aware of it and although we see much chance for good
coming out of it, we also see the potential for great evil.
For it has been brought to our attention that the sorcerer
Misc the Amoral has used his powers to corrupt the mind of the
champion who defends the split. And once again, Misc the Amoral
attempts to gain another foothold in the Usenetverse."
Loe sits back and takes another bite from his chunk of meat.
At that point Ratsel approaches the table.
Karmak seems a bit startled by Ratsel's inquiry about his missing
shoe. Karmak replies...
"I'm sorry friend, but I was busy eating and listening to
the conversation. I'm afraid I did not notice the arrival of
your missing shoe."
Then shifting his attention to the dancing wenches, the birdman
laughs and then addressing his small winged lizard...
"Thrasha, why don't you show them how it's *really* done."
Turning to face the minstrels/bards Karmak says...
"Please, play a lively tune."
Thrasha flies from Karmak's shoulder and lands in the middle of the
dancing floor and as the music begins, so does Thrasha's transformation
begins.
Within seconds where there was a small winged lizard, there now stands a
5'2" green-skinned female. Her face is a vision of loveliness; her waist-
long black hair shines with the luster of ebony. Her stark-naked body
rivals the most exquisite of scultures; and her glowing red eyes emit a magic
which entrances all those that look at them.
As the music plays, Thrasha dances with wild abandon, her long hair flowing
like the countless waves of the ocean, her sultry figure undulating in the
same manner that snake's body sways as it prepares to strike.
And all those of the male persuation can't help but find themselves totally
enraptured by Thrasha.
When the music ends, Thrasha's body reforms itself into the lizard shape
and flies back to Karmak's shoulder, leaving a bunch of guys wiping the
drool off their chins.
--Out of the Darkness, two came out alive !--
Long live the Fellowship of the Pentagram ! Long live Nimhrad !
Ketil Malde
Meanwhile, Loe has been listening to the story that the Northerner
by the fireplace has been telling about the splitting of the Great
Hall of R.G.FRP.
"YOU THINK THAT'S SOMETHING !! LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
THAT'LL CURDLE YOUR BLOOD !!"
The grizzled northerner smiles briefly, but listens carefully to Loe's
tale, nodding knowingly as the tale unfolds.
He then speaks: "I have little knowledge of this Misc of whom you
speak, and little knowledge of the Tyrant and his universe. Is this
Misc perchance a being to compete for the power to rule the Halls with
Rec the Ancient?" His face seems to emanate horror by the very
thought. "That must never be allowed to happen! Misc is not a part of
*my* universe, and shall never gain foothold here, thanks to the
omnipotent Lords of the System and the Kernel Knights! Brothers: if
this is the case, as I fear it is, we must make ourselves ready for
the battle!"
Raising his voice now, filling the room with the sound of his words:
"Who will join me in the struggle for peace and freedom?" His clear
blue eyes is moving from face to face in the room, awaiting an
answer..
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