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Date Posted: 19:19:05 03/07/02 Thu
Author: Corum & Yorik
Subject: Visiting the deli
In reply to: Marz 's message, "You need rest, not entertainment" on 09:42:15 03/07/02 Thu

The skull staff wielder tried to help Marz as best as possible with Tristan. It was quite evident that the dragon had been severely hurt, and Corum had to agree with Marz that what Tristan needed at the moment, along with the rest of the adventurers, was a good deal of rest.

Once they were outside, he realized, as had Marz, that the food being prepared, or available to them was not of the highest caliber. Perhaps it would be best for them to find other sources of food, and the only place that Corum could think of was the tower, where the original food still existed. So how bad could that really be? They’d just have to walk back to where they started, go to the tower, retrieve the food, and possibly find some other goodies, and return back here. Piece of cake. Something that wouldn’t take long at all. Easy.

How come you're always such a fussy young man? Don't want no Cap'n Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran. Well don't you know that other kids are starvin' in Japan, so eat it, just eat it.

“Yeah,” Corum agreed. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Marz looked at his friend, and wondered if he was becoming delusional again. “We go to the tower for the food, dude!” Corum exclaimed. Marz’s eyes popped wide open, and he looked at his friend. “So whatta ya waitin for turdface? Let’s go!”

With that, they made their way toward the entrance they had come in from, and were walking until the stopped. Both youths looked at each other wondering which way to go. “When we hit the place with the dead spiders,” Corum explained, “we take a right. That should take us up to the temple.”

Sure enough, for once Corum was correct in his presumptions. The two youths made it to the temple, skittered around some falling debris, and made it outside.

“Piece of cake,” Corum told his friend. “What’d I tell ya?”

Marz simply rolled his eyes as they continued onward. The actually made it to the tower without any attack. Once they were inside, Marz quickly found the foodstuffs, and was about to leave when he spotted Corum eating some bread. “Hey dude,” Marz yelled. “We’re supposed to like be getting out of here.”

Corum mumbled something unintelligible since he had food in his mouth, and quickly stuffed it with some cheese before heading out with his friend. He was simply starving, and now that they were actually near edible stuff, Corum couldn’t leave some of it behind, so he had to take some of it…right then and there; after all, he was a growing boy.

The dynamic duo finally made it outside, and would have returned somewhat safely had it not been for Corum spotting something glittering off to the side of some rocks. He alerted his friend, and the two made their way to the sparkling stuff. That’s when it happened. You knew it was going to happen, didn’t you? Of course you did. You couldn’t have expected anything less from these two, now could you? I didn’t think so.

Marz stooped down, and exhaled loudly. “Hey Corum, check this out. It’s gotta be worth a fortune.” The gem was quite large, and would probably bring in a good chunk of change, but Corum wasn’t responding. “Hey turdface, will you look at this?”

“Uh….Marz?” Corum stated quite calmly.

“WHAT?!!!” Marz answered slightly disgusted that Corum wasn’t following his lead like he was supposed to do.

“I think we’ve got company,” Corum replied. Marz wasn’t to thrilled with the way Corum was acting until he stood up, and was about to lay into Corum when his vision spotted something from his side. He turned slowly, and came face to face with two of the hairy beasts. “You moron,” Marz rebuked. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Right!” Corum exclaimed. “IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME!!!!!!” and quickly went into action. Marz simply shook his head as he pulled out his sword.

Corum had fought these ugly things before, so it shouldn’t be any problem, or so he thought. He rammed the skull into the creature’s gut, and got no response from the hairy beast. “Whoops,” stated to no one in particular. “I guess that ain’t gonna work with you is it?”

Corum quickly ducked as the creature swung its massive paw toward him trying to swipe off his head. “Hey, I need that!” Corum yelled as he finally got to his feet. “Ok, ok,” he kept saying to himself. “Everything has to have a weak spot, right? Right!”

Corum continued to try and attack the creature, hitting everything but the hairy creature’s gut, and found some satisfaction in the leg area. He had managed, however, to get the creature in the groin but only once, and that one time afforded him a very loud roar accompanied by a very smelly breath from the creature. Corum continued to swing, trying to pelt the creature with as many blows as possible.

He was just getting ready for another attack when the creature swung, and this time connected, flinging Corum through the air, heading straight for a brick wall. Suddenly, something on his arm flared up, and he stop just inches from the wall, and was suspended in mid air.

Marz had happened to spot him just at that time. “Will you quit playing around, and get your arse back down here?” Marz yelled out. “What did you expect me to do, handle both of these guys?”

Corum would have like to get down but for some reason, he remained afloat. Of course he had no idea that somehow, and in someway, had triggered the tattoo that Rowan had etched into his arm. Corum tried to walk, even though he was in the air, and wound up flipping around in circles. This was getting him absolutely nowhere. “I sure as hell wish I could get down,” the youth stated, and quickly plunged to the ground where he landed in a crash. “Sure, now you tell me,” Corum stated. “And what, you couldn’t let me down easily?” He asked to no one in particular.

The sound of battle brought him back to his senses. Right. Like Corum had sense to begin with. He ran over, and started to pummel the creature left, and right, back, and forth, over, and over again, until he managed to connect with a good swing, sending the creature toppling over.

Timber!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He quickly checked to see how Marz was doing with his own hairy object of desire.

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