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Date Posted: 19:33:16 03/27/02 Wed
Author: Corum & Yorik
Subject: Wham, Bam.......huh????
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "The source of our troubles" on 18:03:57 03/27/02 Wed

Corum, for the moment was quite content to be holding Tia in his arms. He listened in part to Barry as the skull exclaimed how he was nearly poking his eye out, and Corum could only hold still. Eventually Barry managed to escape his grasp, and Corum could feel the dense..something penetrating the air, making him feel even more afraid.

Barry started to exclaim about bagging Tia, and then shifted the discussion to how bad the place actually was, and that they were all in a lot of trouble. Big time. No doubt about it. Real trouble. Absotively posilutely. Real nasty stuff, dreamt only in nightmares, or seen on cheap “B” rated movies. Bad. Nasty. Maybe dangerous, even.

Barry continued to warn him to run, run, run, and get the hell out of the room. For once Corum had to agree with him. Hell, Barry was even arguing with Yorik, and Yorik was usually quite calm about matters in general. There had to be something bad going on.

All the words that I want to hear, are distorted by your weaknesses and fear, and your lies that I push away. I might accept them on your good self-pity day. All of your sadness is crowded in my head. All of your madness is crowded in my head.

Corum for once had to agree with Yorik. This place wasn’t too pleasant, and he was about to move away, that is until something most unusual happened to him. Tia. That’s right. Tia. You know, the blond, petite elf. Tia. Yep, her. The petite, little blond elf, suddenly ran her fingers through Corum’s hair, and then kissed him fiercely. She then pushed him to the floor, squirming her way on top of him, as she continued to search his mouth with intense, and passionate kisses, followed by the words to make love to her on the altar.

OK, let’s pause here for a moment, considering who Tia is on top of. No, it’s not Marz, or Rowan, or anyone else, for that matter, but Corum, yeah, Corum. You know, the ditz that’s always talking to either his skull, or the monkey, or the rat? Yep, him. Now could you possibly picture Corum, I mean we are talking about Corum here right? Right! Well, if you were Corum just how would you act? Never mind, don’t even bother to answer that. The guy really needs some serious help here. Where was I? Oh yeah.

The fear that had engulfed Corum was suddenly replaced with something else, as soon as he laid his eyes on Tia. The look that she gave him was so intense he got completely lost within her, and could only let her do what she was doing. The fear gave way to passion, and he started to enjoy, no, thrill in the sensation that was coursing through his body. When she asked to make love to her on the altar, he simply pushed her back down on the ground, this time his body on top of hers, kissing her passionately as her arms encircled his back.

Those fingers in my hair. That sly come hither stare, that strips my conscience bare. It's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it. What good would common sense for it do.

With that Corum again had to agree as his hands started to roam across her body, continuing their kiss, while at the same time Tia’s hands started to roam farther, and farther down his back, and slowly coming to his side. He had no conception of what was transpiring, only that it was needed, important, and had to be done, regardless of the cost. Both Tia, and Corum were engaged in their own world, as if everyone had disappeared, leaving them to their bliss.

OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, there's the windup, and there it is, a line shot up the middle, look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out! No, wait; safe-safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Corum suddenly broke the kiss as if something had dredged through his mind, and he quickly wondered where he was. The feel of a pair of hands, other than his own, and a soft body beneath him suddenly made him realize that Tia was now slowly pulling him toward her. He looked into her eyes, and suddenly realized they were glazed over. He quickly shook her. “Tia, Tia,” Corum yelled.

The elf suddenly shook her head, and once again she was back to normal as she took in her surroundings, and probably wondering why Corum was on top of her. He quickly stood up, and extended his hand to help her up, as he noticed the others retreating through one of the passageways. “Let’s get outta here now!” Corum emphasized as he dragged Tia along with him, holding onto her hand. “C’mon Barry, let’s move it!”

Eventually they caught up with the others, and came to that wonderful chasm. Now one has to understand that there’s a story about chasm, which could very well be inserted at this point. But I think it’s not necessary. To hell with it. It seems there once was a discussion as to how it should be pronounced. With a “ch” as in church, or with a “k” as in key. It was finally resolved that the “k” would be used making it sound quite uniformly. Only for you music buffs, of course.

Tia, and Corum finally made it across, and in some manner finally caught up with Tristan, when they heard this massive, not to mention quite ugly roar of evil, terror, and ugliness. Let’s not forget ugliness. Anyway, Corum tried to keep his feet underneath him as the place reverberated from the foul sounding, and ugly sounds. Before he had a chance to think…now there’s a first, a large, ugly, despicable, and quite large demon suddenly reared it’s ugly head, and body of course, into the cavern. Now, Corum didn’t need any introductions since he, and Marz, had managed to face a couple of these wonderful creatures when they went to Hades to save Eremis’ soul. At that time they were quite strong, and almost invincible, and he was sure they hadn’t changed since then.

“IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME!!!!!” he yelled out, as he made his way toward the large, and quite ugly creature, swinging his staff anywhere he could. Well, it was quite obvious this “thing” didn’t appreciate what Corum was doing as he tried to swat Corum. The youth dove for the floor as something whisked past his body, until it tore out some of the rocks in the wall. Lovely, simply lovely. Corum quickly got up. “YO UGLY!!!! OVER HERE!!!!”

Well if the creature wasn’t upset by now, he definitely was certainly getting toward that point, especially with Corum’s help. Corum knew, I mean he knew, it wouldn’t work, but he had to try it. He simply had to. After all it was his signature move, and it usually worked all the time. He couldn’t help himself. He simply smiled, and patted Yorik on the head. “Do your stuff big guy,” he stated as he took a running start toward the demon, aiming the head of the staff at his groin. Now amazingly enough, Corum connected, struck quite hard, and actually caused the demon some pain. So much pain that he got swatted for his efforts as he went flying through the chamber, crashing against the rocks.

“Whoa!” Corum stated with a smile as he tried to shake his head back to normalcy, if that was even possible. Slowly he got to his feet, and feeling a bit better, took a running start again, trying to get another good shot at the thing.

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