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Date Posted: 11:58:57 11/25/01 Sun
Author: Erlic, Corum & Yorik
Subject: Stranger than strange
In reply to: Barry 's message, "Awakening... again." on 20:57:55 11/23/01 Fri

Erlic still had the shurikens palmed in case Isobel tried anything to wound his friends, and therefore was quite ready when the unusual skull floated on its own as it approached the table. At first the assassin was simply going to attack it but what made the skull so unusual was the fact that it had no body, and, it could speak. The majority of zombies had no will power, mind, or soul for that matter. All they actually did was follow the instructions of the mage who had created them. This one seemed quite unique in its ability to diversify the differences in the group, as well as having the capabilities to speak.

Before Erlic decided on answering Isobel’s question, he decided to direct his answer to the skull that now seemed quite piqued in the adventurers. Erlic had to admit the terms it used were somewhat of a foreign nature, for he had never heard of the term cutters before, and wondered as to its origin.

“You are,” Erlic replied still keeping the shurikens at ready, “on what we call the Prime Material Plane, on the world of Varience in the continent of Neromba.” Erlic had learned a lot of the different planes that existed, and had only traveled to two of them; the ethereal plane, which his master had showed him, and the planes of Hades, an undertaking that Gideon, the magic user, had been invited in order to retrieve Eremis’ soul. Gideon was quite formidable in the arts of plane traveling considering he wore an amulet of plane travel, and had visited many of the planes during the course of his life.

Although the concept of plane traveling had sounded quite unique, and interesting, Erlic had no idea of what types of dangers existed in these so called mystical areas, and was not yet ready to undertake such a journey unless accompanied by one more familiar with the terrain.

So why was a skull, a speaking skull at that, floating near the table where each of them sat? It was quite a simple observation, and one that intrigued him at the moment. Although the sense of danger could be quite eminent, the assassin didn’t feel it quite necessary, at least not for the immediate moment.

“So tell us,” Erlic questioned the skull. “What brings you to this place, and above all why?”

The assassin didn’t know who to concentrate on fully, the skull or Isobel. Both of them were recent newcomers. Perhaps Ravin, who was seated next to the woman, would keep his eyes on her, while Erlic could focus his concentration on the skull, while he awaited an answer.

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Corum was busy listening to Isobel Maria, and whatever the rest of her name was when the thing started to appear in the room nearest to the table. It was a skull floating in mid air???? That was a bit on the weird side for even Yorik didn’t do that. Corum had the knowledge, although few people were aware of it considering what a fool he could be sometimes, of knowing the origins of skulls, regardless whether they were human or animal. It looked kind of human, but not really. “Hey Yorik,” Corum whispered. “You know this skull? A relative maybe?”

Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, on the foaming beach of the ocean, in the day of trouble. I shall be of more service to thee than three hundred salmon...

“What?” Corum whispered back to Yorik. “What in the world does that mean? Like do you know it, or don’t you know it?”

Chasing shadows, over my walls with myself hardly sleeping. Dwarves and giants, twenty feet tall fill the room with their creeping. Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears then they fade into nothing. Someone's laughter out in the street fills the night with their loving.

Well, Yorik wasn’t helping at all, that was for sure. It seemed that the more Yorik stayed in Neromba, the crazier he got. If only Yorik could tell him what was wrong……

“Hey wait a minute,” Corum suddenly yelled while standing up, and facing the skull. “How come you can talk, and Yorik here can’t? Skulls aren’t supposed to talk you know…..or are they? And anyway, where’s the rest of you at? How come you don’t have a staff for your body?”

Corum was going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. He thought the question sounded interesting, well, that’s what he thought anyway.

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