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Old 09-23-2003, 05:45 PM   #71
Mithadan
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Sting

A cloud of dust arose from That-Which-Had-Been-Goldlamé-Hall-And-Now-Is-Rubble. The dustcloud formerly known as Goldlamé chased the Itship and Its woody burden down the hill. Accompanying the cloud in its puruit was a largish mob of Sorethighhim, led by a highly annoyed Érry. Burdened by the massive Thighs, it appeared that the Gallowship would soon be caught.

The Gateskeeper, arms windmilling wildly as he ran, pulled up next to Kuruharan and panted out a suggestion. "Firewall!" he cried. The Dwarf blinked and shouted to Chrysophylax who halted, spun and let forth a blast which halted the advancing mob in its tracks. "Great!" cried the Gateskeeper. "Now have the dragon pick up both of the Thighs and carry them off as we run!" The aforesaid dragon's eyes narrowed at these words and he pointed his snout at the bespectacled man and emitted a dark puff of smoke which, of course, in dragon language means "I am not amused."

"OK," said the Gateskeeper between coughs. "Bad idea. Have the dragon keep the Sorethighhim away while we think of something else." However, after the brilliant array of diversionary tactics which had been employed before Théboleggen King, the Itship was fresh out of ideas.

Suddenly, from high above them came a strident call which sounded like a cross between a foghorn and a trombone. Grrralph straightened at the sound and let loose a long and mournful wail in answer. His screech echoed until the air seemed to shake, and as it faded away a large shape plummeted from the sky and landed in their midst.

It was, of course, a Nazgul. A rather large, reddish-tinged Nazgul, complete with razor-sharp claws, dagger-like fangs and severe halitosis. "Grrruff!" cried Grrralph as he ran forward and, to the Itship's lasting shock, embraced the beast. "Good girl! You came!"

"Cooooo," answered Gruff, as she nuzzled Grrralph affectionately.

"Grrruff, sweety, could you help us carry one of these Thighs?" asked the wraith.

"Coooo!" answered Gruff. The Nazgul preened the leathery collar around its throat for a moment, then seized a Thigh in her claws and rose into the air.

"Dragon!" cried Grrralph. "Could you carry the other?" Chrysophylax rebuilt his firewall between the mob and the Gallowship, then turned and lifted the second Thigh and headed for the city limits.

Grrruff looked at the dragon rising into the air beside her, then batted her eyes and spread her leathery collar. "Cooooo?" she exclaimed as she followed Chrysophylax away from Improvas, perhaps a bit too closely.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." grumbled Kuruharan as the Gallowship raced for the stables...
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