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(A)srown was woken up by a dull thump.

He sat up groggily. "What the hell was that?" He gets up out of his tent and heads towards where he thinks the sound came from.

WHOOOOSH! THUUD! A bag had suddenly appeared a few feet in front and above him. It quickly dropped to the ground.

The bright silver moonlight allowed him to see it was a fairly large leather bag, built tough enough to withstand a blow from a mace.

WHOOOOOOOSH! This time, the moonlight was blocked and (A)srown looked up. He couldn't react in time to dodge the fifteen other bags that had materialized out of nowhere. He swore loudly and was buried underneath the heavy luggage.

By now all of the gnomes were awake and they quickly rushed to the bags, fervently trying to rescue their human friend from a bag-related death. As they push aside the luggage, they hear a muffled sound coming from (A)srown. Nashode, always the optimist, cheerfully shouted, "Well at least he's still alive!"

A gnome archer was the first to reach (A)srown and with immense strength, yanked him out.

The gnome archer was a very serious gnome. He made sure that everyone got the job done and due to this fact, was nicknamed Mom. He asked (A)srown in a very serious tone," What did you say before, under all those bags?"

(A)srown answered him with a grin. "Well since you want to know so bad, I said 'Ow'." Mom scoffed and walked off.

Another gnome came up to talk to (A)srown, but was interrupted by screaming.

"HOLYJEEZHOLYJEEZHOLYJEEZ! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! TYLAS!!!! PUT ME DOWN SO I CAN KICK YOU A-"

Nashode interrupted. "You know, that island is a decent ways away, but we can hear Rolad very easily. Why? I find that kinda strange."

"There's several different reasons why we can hear our loudmouthed friend so well, but I won't go into any details. We should prepare for our guests. They should land soon.

20-Dec-2007 04:34:27 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2007 04:41:48 by One Hot Stud

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"Tylas! I'm gonna give you to the count of three! If I'm not on the ground by then, you're in a helluva lot of trouble!" yelled Turaek as they flew over the small island.

"Ha!" thought Tylas. "I'll put him down alright, but he better hope he's not gonna be on the ground!"

"ONE!" yelled Turaek as Tylas pulled out a knife. "TWO!"

Tylas dropped down a few hundred feet and placed his knife near the rope holding Turaek. The glider flew over the sea when Tylas slashed the rope.

"THREEEeeeeeeeeeeee-" Turaek's voice grew fainter and fainter as he dropped 200 feet into the warm waters below.

His face was flushed with anger. Turaek's face turned a particular shade of dark red, then beet purple. He thrashed wildly and broke free of his bindings, then swam for the surface. He broke the surface of the water, gasping for air.

Turaek looked around and saw an orange glow, probably a campfire. He swims towards it, also allowing the tide to take him towards the light.

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(A)srown poked the remains of the fire with a stick. He absentmindedly watched the sparks rise into the humid, jungle night air and thoughts of the past week's events fluttered through his head.

He worriedly stroked his long white beard as he realized what these events might lead to and what he may have to do.

For the next few weeks, possibly months, he would be doing long, tedious investigations. (A)srown couldn't stand investigations. They were never fun and he loathed how incredibly boring they were.

20-Dec-2007 04:36:59 - Last edited on 21-Dec-2007 22:32:15 by One Hot Stud

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Oh how he longed for the smell of blood, sweat, and the dirt of a battleground! He missed the feel of his sword cutting soldiers down in the heat of battle!

Despite his need for a good fight however, he didn't like his enemies to suffer a gruesome death. He preferred to give them a quick death.

It wasn't always painless, but it was better than sitting there, sometimes for hours, screaming in pain. (A)srown couldn't stand the screams of dying men after a large battle.

He heard a twig snap behind him and he swiftly turned toward the sound. He pointed his fingers towards a shape in the dark.

"AH! Gods dang* it (A)srown! That hurt!" growled the mysterious figure.

"Well what do you expect? I'm gonna entangle anyone who tries to sneak up on me!" scolded (A)srown.

The man yawned. "You're pretty lucky, 'cuz I'm too tired from my swim to be angry." And with that, Turaek dropped to the ground and fell asleep.

20-Dec-2007 04:39:51 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2007 04:40:53 by One Hot Stud

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