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Hookbill the Goomba · 10-18-2004, 09:28 AM

Coming towards the camp, Taruthol heard the screams and shouts of "SPIDERS!" and swiftly he set an arrow to his bow. He and Tâlmor dashed into the camp and found the party had departed in haste. A few lay dead on the floor.

"Come, Tâlmor!" Cried Taurthol, "Let us make chase!" It did not take long for them to catch up. Looming overhead Taruthol saw an enormous spider dashing quickly thought the trees, it wa rather bloated and seemed to have some difficulty in running. Taurthol pulled his bow and shot. The Spider swiftly turned about and screeched at him. Tâlmor put an arrow to his bow and shot wildly, one arrow hit the eye of the spider. It screeched again and swung a foot at them both. Tâlmor was necked to the right, but Taruthol ducked just in time.

Drawing hsi sword Taruthol leaped upon the spider in sudden rage. He repeatedly stabbed the spider through the head. Black blood spluttered everywhere until the spider fell down and was silent. Breathing heavily Taruthol leaped off the corpse of the spider the removed its head. He picked up a near by spear and place the head upon it.

Tâlmor crawled from the nettle bushes where he had fallen. They had no time to lose. Taruthol picked up Tâlmor and dragged him to his feet.

"We must make a dash for it!" cried Taurthol, "No doubt the rest of the company is already in trouble!" With that they sprinted as fast as their legs could carry them. Tâlmor unsheathed a short sword and panted as he ran. Screams could be heard up ahead. It sounded as if the spiders were almost upon their companions. Taurthol pushed his limbs to run as hard and as fast as he had ever run. He held his sword in the air and ran with all his might.

10-18-2004, 09:28 AM	#17
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Coming towards the camp, Taruthol heard the screams and shouts of "SPIDERS!" and swiftly he set an arrow to his bow. He and Tâlmor dashed into the camp and found the party had departed in haste. A few lay dead on the floor. "Come, Tâlmor!" Cried Taurthol, "Let us make chase!" It did not take long for them to catch up. Looming overhead Taruthol saw an enormous spider dashing quickly thought the trees, it wa rather bloated and seemed to have some difficulty in running. Taurthol pulled his bow and shot. The Spider swiftly turned about and screeched at him. Tâlmor put an arrow to his bow and shot wildly, one arrow hit the eye of the spider. It screeched again and swung a foot at them both. Tâlmor was necked to the right, but Taruthol ducked just in time. Drawing hsi sword Taruthol leaped upon the spider in sudden rage. He repeatedly stabbed the spider through the head. Black blood spluttered everywhere until the spider fell down and was silent. Breathing heavily Taruthol leaped off the corpse of the spider the removed its head. He picked up a near by spear and place the head upon it. Tâlmor crawled from the nettle bushes where he had fallen. They had no time to lose. Taruthol picked up Tâlmor and dragged him to his feet. "We must make a dash for it!" cried Taurthol, "No doubt the rest of the company is already in trouble!" With that they sprinted as fast as their legs could carry them. Tâlmor unsheathed a short sword and panted as he ran. Screams could be heard up ahead. It sounded as if the spiders were almost upon their companions. Taurthol pushed his limbs to run as hard and as fast as he had ever run. He held his sword in the air and ran with all his might.