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Date Posted: 10:07:46 11/01/01 Thu
Author: Marz
Subject: Yummy dinner!
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Eat...eat the monkey...I need food...." on 00:53:31 11/01/01 Thu

Mordan would have liked to dump all the sleeping powder into the big pot of stew that simmered on the stove, but there were too many real zombies in the way. The smelly, grotesque things disgusted him. The shamans concluded that all the undead that now roamed Siwas would disintegrate once the Necromancers that controlled them ceased to exist. The Jangali Royani warrior turned his back to the horrid creatures and sprinkled the powder over a variety of the dishes that would be served to the humans.

When the mindless slaves rushed to carry the foodstuff into the adjoining dining room, Mordan got the opportunity to spike two pots of freshly brewed java. In small doses, the powder would only make one tired, but if enough of it was consumed it might actually make the humans pass out from fatigue. Slicing their throats and taking control of the Palace would then be an easy task.

Mordan carried the pots into the dining hall, setting them on the table along with the rest of the items. The absence of the King and Queen was disappointing since they were the main targets. Hopefully, they would arrive soon to partake of the wonderful food the Jangali Royani had a hand in preparing. He smiled when he envisioned the head of the Necromancers set upon poles for all his people to jeer at.

The serpent warrior faded into the background with the other undead and waited. Once his companions finished scouring out the Palace and learning of its defenses, they were to gather near the eating room. If the humans became too weary to concentrate they would assassinate them while they sat around the table, otherwise they would have to be patient and wait to kill them one by one after they retired to their beds. Sadly, patience was not one of the Jangali Royani strong points.



Jeremy made a face at Tristan when he suggested he drink the juice. There was no way in hell he was going to suck down stupid juice when he was allowed to drink alcohol on this world, despite the fact that he was under age!

He accepted the glass of wine from Justin then smiled at Marz when he handed him a slice of jam-covered bread. Since he already ate a couple bags of chips and a candy bar, he didn't have much of an appetite. He set the bread down, content to sit next to Marz, who he eyed with hero worship. "After dinner can you teach me more about sex?" he asked, leaning close to whisper in the ex-gang leader's ear. "We can go up to my room and do some experimentation cause I'm all up for that, dude!"

Marz swallowed a piece of bread then slowly turned to face the spiky haired youth, who smiled at him. A month ago, he might have given some serious thought to thrilling the kid with his expertise in bed, but now he wasn't excited about such an idea. Maybe if Jeremy were a blonde, voluptuous woman, he'd feel a bit more eager about a quick, toss in the sack. Then again maybe not, since such a liaison would only piss Tristan off if he found out about it!

He glanced at the dragon, who was busy attacking a steak then threw his arm around Jeremy, his hand moving to gently caress the youth's neck. Gods, how he loved teasing the shit out of this kid! "I was thinking of getting everyone together for an orgy in the bathing hall later on tonight," he said, in a deep sensuous voice. "Imagine all those naked, wet bodies crawling over each other, and the hot tongues licking away beads of water from your chest and stomach before slowly moving down to your….."

Jeremy jumped up from his chair, his face flushed from the sudden heat he felt ripping through his body. "I gotta use the privy!" he said, before bolting out of the room.

Marz laughed so hard that tears began streaming down his face. After wiping them away he finished the juice in his glass then refilled it before sliding into the seat next to Tristan. "That steak looks kind of tough," he said, "but Justin doesn't seem to be having a problem with it." The merc was in the process of consuming his second piece of meat, along with a mountain of mashed potatoes that covered his plate.

Marz stared at the gluttonous mercenary then yawned. "Soaking in a hot pool of water always tires me out," he whispered to Tristan. "I feel really relaxed tonight for a change." He yawned again before helping himself to a steak and a small bowl of stew. After the first bite, he decided that the steak wasn't so bad, even though it was overcooked. He shoved another piece into his mouth, washing it down with more of the tainted juice.

"I think we should get ourselves another room for tonight, Tris." He paused when another yawn overtook him then rubbed his suddenly tired eyes before continuing. "Because everyone seems to enjoy congregating in the room we have now!"

He swallowed a spoonful of stew before popping another piece of steak into his mouth. "This meat is awfully dry tonight!" he quipped, after gulping down the rest of this juice. When he leaned over to retrieve the pitcher his vision blurred for a second. Marz frowned. "Damn, I'm tired. Time to switch to java cause that shit always perks me up!"

His hand bypassed the juice pitcher, reaching for the java pot instead. After filling the small cup provided, he downed the warm, highly tainted liquid. Since it tasted a bit more bitter than usual, he added a little goat's milk to the next cup he poured. "Want some java, Tris?" he asked, trying to stifle yet another yawn.

Mordan peered into the dining room from the kitchen and smiled while fingering one of the throwing knives beneath his cloak. So far, everything was working out exactly as planned. Soon, the blood of the humans would be spilled and the Jangali Royani would reclaim their land!

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