The Great Golden Hoard Game Thread

[Sleepy Ranger]

Ransley wondered what way Thin-Gloomy had gone. He had enjoyed the dwarf's company. "Ah! Pay attention to where you're moving." He scolded himslef as he walked on lightheartedly. "Oh damn...!" he exclaimed all of a sudden as he looked down to notice he had just stepped on an ant hill and red ants were beginning to swarm over his legs. "This is lovely." He though as he raised his fingers to his mouth and then stopped. "They're insects..."

He stood still, watching the ants move about. They wouldn't do anything till they sensed movement so he probably could buy some time to figure a way out. The river was a good ten feet away so washing them off probably wasn't a smart move since it would be too much of a task to get there. "Well lets see. Ah, soil..." Ransley knew that in certain places the soil could be a good way to eliminate insects. There were apparently tiny, invisble fairies (in reality; certain protozoa and fungi) that lived in the soil that killed the pests.

He would have to bend, which would be a risk especially since he did not if this soil would be of any help. He turned his head a bit and noticed a few flies in the distance. He strained his eyes and scanned his memory... yes! These were the type of flies that drove these ants crazy. He would need to lure them closer though. He turned his bag around so it hung on his chest and shuffled through it, keeping his legs still. "Yes, this would do." He thought as he pulled out some bread and a bit of sugar. He sprinkled the sugar on the bread and raised it high, whistling a soft tune which he hoped would help attract the flies.

Luckily for Ransley it worked and the flies started approaching him. "Now for the fun." He smiled as he let the piece of bread drop to the ground, the flies darting down to get it. The ants immediatly sensed the flies and began to scurry away in panic. It took a while till they were all off Ransley but they were gone eventually. Ransley began to walk towards the river, watching the flies buzzing down onto the ants. "Losers... just like that pathetic elf... Eoln." He thought as he walked into the river shallows. Keeping his feet just immersed in the water, no sense bumping into another set of ants.