| Subject: Neat! You like it? I guess your the first! Part 3 in here! |
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Date Posted: 18:26:52 01/04/04 Sun
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Sekin Brightfall
's message, "Wow, that's really good. Write more!" on 20:25:03 01/03/04 Sat
"Yickos an' Elglazes! They've captured us!" Furtill whined.
"Reeeeallly?" Argathall asked sarcasticly.
"Stupid 'eads! Eat this!" Rosha yelled. She pulled out her bow and arrow and shot at the Yickos and Elgazes like mad. "If you dare harm my gramma, NO!" Rosha burst into tears and shot at a figure of a Yicko who had run her grandmother through. She cept shooting at every single evil thing that even got close to her village people.
"Rosha! Left! They're gangin up on Vareo!" Argathall screeched horasly. Rosha zipped an arrow through a Yicko that was in midair, a spear held forth tward the heart.
"Yickee, yicko, gurge urgle! Tutup fwools! Yo leeded us hewere! You da stupit heeds!" A thin reedy voice insulted. "An we gonna slay an' slay an' sugh." An arrow pierced his neck before he could finish his sentence.
Rosha rapped harshly, "Arrows through th' heart, neck, or 'ead is th' style fer Yickos an' Elglazes."
Argathall was weeping uncontrollably.
"Wot's th' matter Argathall?" Thorin asked.
"They, they, ahaaahaaaaa, speared, ahaaaaaaaa, Deifa Baw! Th-Th, Thorin, how are we, bawhaaaaaa, gunna git outta 'ere an' 'elp?" Argathall sobbed.
"Well," Rosha admitted as she used her last arrow,"I'm outta arows. I'm sorry. But, er, I think I c'n get us ou-" Rosha was cut short by that same raspy voice that had said, 'Charge'.
"All ov dem is slayed! Us go to O Rogga now! Us leven prisnors! Day hargaweter."
"If you call us stupid weight again I'll throw a sabre and kill you! An' if you call a metal mesh net fair, your th' stupid fool!" Thorin shouted.
"Les go!" He called.
There were great multitudes of clawy legs and feet, and legs with slimy tails trailing behind them rushing past the net. Rosha couldn't resist. She pulled out a sabre and held it out of the net. Several legs went right through it and fell, theese unlucky few got deranged heads. After the Yickos and Elglazes had left, only a few slain bodies lay around the net.
"Ok, I'll cut through this." Rosha stated.
"Go ahead, we don't got th' weapons anymore." Furtill smiled.
"Argathall's gone into shock!" Thorin yelped.
"Argathall?! Shock?! Crud!" Rosha muttered.
"Whew! False alarm! She's ok." Thorin sighed.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SSSSSNNNNNNTTTWWWAANNNNG! TTWWWAAAIIINNNG!
The net fell apart like a tipped over blocks tower.
Argathall raced to the village, and found bodies littering the ground like dead ants in a poisoned anthill. She raced tward a torn down hut and found what she was looking for.
Diefa Baw.
"Nooooooooooo!" She wailed. Rosha dashed over and caught Argathall in mid drop. She laid her down on some rocks and stooped over a wrinckled form. Diefa Baw had a pierced stomoch, the cause of death. Rosha carefully laid her down in an undamaged bed, and uttered a few words.
"Though you are dead,
your spirit will live on,
like the heart in me." She turned away sadly, and went to another torn down hut. She looked at the remaints of a stove, chairs, a table, two beds, and a broken plate with some food on it.
"Horters fer snacks. I thought she would." A tear found its way down her cheek. She brushed it away roughly and hugged a still form. Her grandmother. Her cause of death was a sword slash from shoulder to heart to stomoch.
"Well, we aint gunna leave th' place like this gramma. No. No. We'll give every one a good berien an' go after th' scum who did this.
Rosha and her friends did just that. After that, the four friends packed lots of food in four haversacks and got about eight canteens each. All this fit in the haversacks.
"Lets go." Rosha said horasly.
The four friends set out seeking revenge for their fallen friends.
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