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by waysoftheearth » Wed May 26, 2010 9:06 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
The hole is so low that Flewellen has to quickly strip off his pack and shove it in ahead of his feet, and then wriggle in after it.
Not a moment after he has got himself fully under the shadow of the great mossy stone, Flewellen hears the rhythmic thump and jingle of approaching feet and armour.
The feet seem to draw up beyond the boulder, then there is a thump and a clatter as someone (or something) leaps atop the rock. Flewellen hold his breath, though surely there is no chance the ugly troops could hear him hidden away as he is...
"Karn't see 'im," scowls a coarse voice from directly above.
"Well look 'arderrr," snaps another, harder voice, "Fat merrrchants don't vanish inta thin airrrah!"
"Nor bolt like feral kats," mutters the another voice from nearer, accompanied by footfalls crunching yet closer through the heath.
"Curse tha White Eye," swears the first voice, still above, "I kan't hardly see tha ground under my feet, less a rotten squab in tha brush!"
"Quit yer whining and leg it!" orders the snarly voice, sharply, "'E must 'ave gone this way!"
With that there is a clatter of jingling armour and feet, which patter away toward the forest, and then are lost altogether...
edit : spelling
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]