Ritual of the Mahjarbrats
No one saw it coming.
A secret kept hidden from all but a few. Some would say it explained Zamorak's less than tactical approach these days, instead of what he was renowned for in the past. I have no idea what a god needs in place of sleep, but whatever it is he needed more of it. A lot more.
A good front had been kept up and nothing unusual had been seen to have happened. Zamorak did whatever it is he does, Moia did her generalling and everyone else was up to their nefarious deeds. Yet if you looked carefully over time one of them would always be missing, Zamorak more than most and Moia would be in a waspish mood for seemingly no reason at times. And this has been going on for a number of years now.
It was on such a day that Moia found Bilrach goofing off from his assigned task and she decided to help him back to his post in the next room by the most direct route. It probably would have helped if she'd opened the door first, then again the door was off to the side of her aim anyway. And a Mahjarrat can make a formidable projectile.
Bilrach shook off the dust and rubble, turning on her in anger. But it quickly died as power slammed him into the opposite wall and pinned him there like a bug. Moia stalked towards him in an incandescent rage, a blast of power punctuating each word. "WHERE. ARE. THEY!"
Bilrach looked about the room wide eyed. "Damn. I only took my eyes off of them for a minuet!"
Some where in Misthalin the pitter patter of adventurous feet was searching for the legendary Easter Bunny, who seemd to have trouble with keeping thier chocolaty goodness safe.
Every. Single. Year.
And to add insult to injury, not once had the Bunny visited them. So this year they decided to fix the problem themselves. But it required a few items to make it work first The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
No one saw it coming.
A secret kept hidden from all but a few. Some would say it explained Zamorak's less than tactical approach these days, instead of what he was renowned for in the past. I have no idea what a god needs in place of sleep, but whatever it is he needed more of it. A lot more.
A good front had been kept up and nothing unusual had been seen to have happened. Zamorak did whatever it is he does, Moia did her generalling and everyone else was up to their nefarious deeds. Yet if you looked carefully over time one of them would always be missing, Zamorak more than most and Moia would be in a waspish mood for seemingly no reason at times. And this has been going on for a number of years now.
It was on such a day that Moia found Bilrach goofing off from his assigned task and she decided to help him back to his post in the next room by the most direct route. It probably would have helped if she'd opened the door first, then again the door was off to the side of her aim anyway. And a Mahjarrat can make a formidable projectile.
Bilrach shook off the dust and rubble, turning on her in anger. But it quickly died as power slammed him into the opposite wall and pinned him there like a bug. Moia stalked towards him in an incandescent rage, a blast of power punctuating each word. "WHERE. ARE. THEY!"
Bilrach looked about the room wide eyed. "Damn. I only took my eyes off of them for a minuet!"
Some where in Misthalin the pitter patter of adventurous feet was searching for the legendary Easter Bunny, who seemd to have trouble with keeping thier chocolaty goodness safe.
Every. Single. Year.
And to add insult to injury, not once had the Bunny visited them. So this year they decided to fix the problem themselves. But it required a few items to make it work first The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
10-Oct-2016 21:34:51 - Last edited on 16-Oct-2016 07:47:19 by Solanumtinkr