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Date Posted: 10:03:36 11/26/01 Mon
Author: Marz, Ravin, etc.
Subject: Gettin' jiggy with it
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "No more word games" on 01:06:00 11/26/01 Mon

Marz shrugged when Isobel stated that the branches must be difficult to get to and highly guarded since Kazabet was paying so much money for their retrieval. Personally, he never gave any thought to how much danger he might be walking into. After all, he was a gang-leader from Bizmar! That should be enough to explain why he wasn't frightened of anything. He hadn’t even flinched when he encountered demons on the plane of Hell. His only thought was to destroy the raking, ugly bastards before they did too much damage to him, or his friends.

Blind rage got him through most battles with ease, and since he had no fear of death he often fought on without any regard to his own well-being. Hell, everyone had to die sometime so why get all bent out of shape about the inevitable? He could still remember all the times he was tied to the rafters in the dark cellar when he was a boy. While rats nipped at his battered body he prayed for death, yet the raking gods never answered his plea. Obviously, they got their kicks out of seeing him suffer instead! It took a long time, but Marz finally succeeded in turning the tables on the bastards by learning how to embrace pain. Now, he welcomed anything the sick, pathetic deities tossed at him, and death was simply another thing to wait for with eager anticipation.

"I would be happy to lend my talents to your quest," Isobel said, her dark eyes meeting his over the rim of her glass.

Marz was about to say that he looked forward to seeing her in action, (on the battlefield of course) but fell silent when he saw the floating skull enter the room. Like many of his companions, he reached for his sword with the intention of chopping the thing in half.

"Hey, ya Cutters! What's the chant in this place? And….uh…where in the Planes am I?"

Marz blinked. The raking skull actually talked! Yeah, I'm a cutter all right! he thought while staring at the thing. Make one wrong move and I'll CUT you into tiny pieces! He relaxed a little when Erlic decided to have a conversation with the floating chunk of bone. Once he realized that Tristan had moved his chair further away from him, Marz frowned. The damn dragon certainly needed an awful lot of room to stretch his legs!

His frown deepened when Corum jumped up to ply the skull with some pretty deep questions. Why could it talk when Yorik was always silent, and where in hades was its body? The skull rattled on its answers, mentioning curses, clerics, and itches that couldn't be scratched. Marz's eyes widened in surprise at Tristan, who suddenly jumped up from his chair and growled before verbally attacking the skull. Maybe the dragon was finally getting comfortable speaking his mind in front of a crowd. Marz nodded in agreement when the dragon announced that they had killed a mess of clerics the day before. "And, one really big rat," he muttered, glancing at Corum who seemed to attract rodents lately.

Once Tristan quieted down, Marz stared up at the skull. "Yeah, why the hell did you end up here to pester us instead of someone else, huh? And, do you happen to have a name or do we just call you bonehead?"

*******


After encountering so much weird shit in this Tolkien-like world, nothing shocked Jeremy very much anymore. In fact, he thought the floating skull was pretty cool, and he really dug its lingo. "Word dude!" he mumbled while tossing his fisted hand high into the air. He grinned then shrugged when he saw Ravin and Tia staring at him. "It's just a saying on my world, kinda like whussup or let's book. "

"Sure, kid, we knew that," Ravin said with a laugh before turning his attention back to the skull. Every now and then he found himself glancing at Isobel. The women didn’t seem too fazed by the talking mass of flying bone. Perhaps she had encountered a lot of oddities in her life and that prepared her for just about anything. Having another member on their team who could react calmly under pressure would be a plus since both Marz and Justin were hotheads who often rushed into things without thinking.

When he met Isobel's eyes he gave her a warm smile. "Welcome aboard," he whispered. "It might be a good idea to eat some breakfast because we'll be leaving to hunt down those branches soon. Who knows when we'll see another elaborate banquet like this again."

Thinking it wise to listen to his own advice, Ravin refilled his java mug then grabbed a muffin to munch on. Although he road on one of the undead Rocs with Erlic yesterday, he certainly didn't look forward to riding one of the things on his own. How the hell was he supposed to maneuver a dead, flying mount when he didn't even know how to ride a horse very well?

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