Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [TW] Brushing the Bushes, Rushing to ... Message-ID: From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) Date: 26 Nov 92 10:06:46 GMT As Chik-cha heard the sudden crashing sound behind her, she jumped insinctively to the ground. She landed right in front of Moria, almost stepping on her food, and so startled Moria. Veery badly... "What!!!??", came a yelp from the Runecaster. Amachiak wasn't as lucky as Chik-cha. He couldn't take such fast actions, and as he wasn't prepared for such an feat, he fell from the saddle. Right into Morias food... "WHAT!?!", came a luod shout from the Runecaster. But then came a lot louder sound right behind the tree, from which the squirrelrider and his mount had just landed. "GROOAAAUWWLLL! WRUAAOLLLGG! WRAAAOUULLRGH!" Moria jumped up, Ixy put his pipe into his pocket so fast, that no-one could see the motion. Something Was coming. And it didn't sound very pleasant. The bushes beagan rustling and swaying, and all the time that strange growling was getting louder. Then suddenly a large creature bursted out of the bushes. It was about 8 feet long, almost orange in colour with quite big fangs portruding from its jaw and it was coming towards the party. It held a great club in its left hand, while with the right one it held its cheek. The left hand began to rose... "Oh no, it's going to swat me like a fly! It's Grammulg, from the Mysty Mountains, Oh no, we'll never gonna make it", came babbling from Amachiaks mouth as he stumbled hurriedly away from the monster towards Moria, who was too stunned to react in any way... Amachiak, the leader of the Squiichar ADMIN: Well guys, it's up to you, what will happen. You are the orchestra, I' m the conductor! And I love it!!! Indigo, this may be your chance. And then, maybe not... Ixy, time to show, what you are made of. Or then, maybe not... Kotaro, are you as fast as you say. Or not... And others will is in my hand...! ;-) JPESONEN@viikki.helsinki.fi /// /// "Is all that we see or seem, There are realities /// But a Dream within a Dream?" Within realities, but /// Edgar Allan Poe THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES