Adam wrote:"Alright, I get the hint," Benn says before hustling across the room and through the indicated door.
The green vapors part, and Benn finds himself standing in small white washed room with a low ceiling. To his left, the full moon and bright stars shine through a frosted window. To his right, against the wall, stands a low , short bed.
The guide flies in a circle over the bed.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
tarlyn wrote:Juergin thinks a minute. "Can you get the little one and myself back for coins? I have some coins on me and can get you more if you keep the door open so I can come back with friends and then buy back my fat human friend back. Do we have a deal?"
tarlyn wrote:Juergin thinks a minute. "Can you get the little one and myself back for coins? I have some coins on me and can get you more if you keep the door open so I can come back with friends and then buy back my fat human friend back. Do we have a deal?"
The wheezy voice says, "We let you go and the Master will hurt us. No deal. "
Another voice speaks, this one from someplace to Juergin's right side. "But boy got treasure! Want that!"
"You already took my bag of coins. Listen to me... Gruz was nice enough to bring me to you. I am in appreciation and wonder if you can be nice too? Can you arrange it so the boy and I can be with the fat one? Jonas, the little boy, needs his father. He won't do anyone any good in his current state. I have coins on me. I'll gladly give them to you if you help me. Let me see if you are a person of honor."
tarlyn wrote:Juergin thinks a minute. "Can you get the little one and myself back for coins? I have some coins on me and can get you more if you keep the door open so I can come back with friends and then buy back my fat human friend back. Do we have a deal?"
tarlyn wrote:Juergin thinks a minute. "Can you get the little one and myself back for coins? I have some coins on me and can get you more if you keep the door open so I can come back with friends and then buy back my fat human friend back. Do we have a deal?"
The wheezy voice says, "We let you go and the Master will hurt us. No deal. "
Another voice speaks, this one from someplace to Juergin's right side. "But boy got treasure! Want that!"
"You already took my bag of coins. Listen to me... Gruz was nice enough to bring me to you. I am in appreciation and wonder if you can be nice too? Can you arrange it so the boy and I can be with the fat one? Jonas, the little boy, needs his father. He won't do anyone any good in his current state. I have coins on me. I'll gladly give them to you if you help me. Let me see if you are a person of honor."
Juergin hears excited whisperings all around him. ''Coins, treasures!"
The wheezy voice replies, ''We ask the chief. He decide."
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Adam wrote:"Alright, I get the hint," Benn says before hustling across the room and through the indicated door.
The green vapors part, and Benn finds himself standing in small white washed room with a low ceiling. To his left, the full moon and bright stars shine through a frosted window. To his right, against the wall, stands a low , short bed.
The guide flies in a circle over the bed.
Benn walks over to the bed, already guessing what the creature wants. He looks up at the moth as he sits in the edge of the bed. "I need to sleep, correct?"
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Juergin hears excited whisperings all around him. ''Coins, treasures!"
The wheezy voice replies, ''We ask the chief. He decide."
"Fair enough," replies Juergin. "Would it be possible for a little light? Torch perhaps?"
Nervous chattering runs in a circle around Juergin, and after a moment, sparks fly to his left side.
A candle flickers to life. The taper wobbles on the floor, as if someone had just set it down and then moved away in a hurry. The boy sees that he stands in the center of a low-ceilinged room, like a basement. All about him, child-sized figures lurk at the edges of the candle light. He hears bells tinkle.
Gruz looks up at Juergin. The short monster's face is at once hideous and comical; one huge green eye in the center of the face over a button nose and wide, blubbery mouth. The monster smiles, displaying candy corn teeth. It waggles hands as big as adults’ hands, attached to the ends of short spindly arms. The ragged clothes that hand from its body look more appropriate for a beggar-king's fool than a ferocious slaver.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Adam wrote:"Alright, I get the hint," Benn says before hustling across the room and through the indicated door.
The green vapors part, and Benn finds himself standing in small white washed room with a low ceiling. To his left, the full moon and bright stars shine through a frosted window. To his right, against the wall, stands a low , short bed.
The guide flies in a circle over the bed.
Benn walks over to the bed, already guessing what the creature wants. He looks up at the moth as he sits in the edge of the bed. "I need to sleep, correct?"
A long black arm whips out from under the bed and pulls Benn to the floor.
''YOU NEED TO DIE!"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Bennedict lets out a yelp and frantically kicks his feet against the ground, pressing himself on the seat of his pants away from the bed. He barks out the words to a spell, manifesting an iron hammer hovering in the air above the space he previously occupied.
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
A child's mellow voice calls to Benn from the thick darkness beneath the bedframe."Come under the bed and I will show you something special. A secret. You like secrets, don't you?"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Nervous chattering runs in a circle around Juergin, and after a moment, sparks fly to his left side.
A candle flickers to life. The taper wobbles on the floor, as if someone had just set it down and then moved away in a hurry. The boy sees that he stands in the center of a low-ceilinged room, like a basement. All about him, child-sized figures lurk at the edges of the candle light. He hears bells tinkle.
Gruz looks up at Juergin. The short monster's face is at once hideous and comical; one huge green eye in the center of the face over a button nose and wide, blubbery mouth. The monster smiles, displaying candy corn teeth. It waggles hands as big as adults’ hands, attached to the ends of short spindly arms. The ragged clothes that hand from its body look more appropriate for a beggar-king's fool than a ferocious slaver.
Juergin frowns and then swallows. He smiles and nods at Gruz. "Thanks." he walks over and grabs the candle. "Well this is the first time I am the biggest person in a room. Shall we go meet the chief?"
Nervous chattering runs in a circle around Juergin, and after a moment, sparks fly to his left side.
A candle flickers to life. The taper wobbles on the floor, as if someone had just set it down and then moved away in a hurry. The boy sees that he stands in the center of a low-ceilinged room, like a basement. All about him, child-sized figures lurk at the edges of the candle light. He hears bells tinkle.
Gruz looks up at Juergin. The short monster's face is at once hideous and comical; one huge green eye in the center of the face over a button nose and wide, blubbery mouth. The monster smiles, displaying candy corn teeth. It waggles hands as big as adults’ hands, attached to the ends of short spindly arms. The ragged clothes that hand from its body look more appropriate for a beggar-king's fool than a ferocious slaver.
Juergin frowns and then swallows. He smiles and nods at Gruz. "Thanks." he walks over and grabs the candle. "Well this is the first time I am the biggest person in a room. Shall we go meet the chief?"
Gruz says,
"'Yeah, chief real smart. He know what to do."
Juergin's stunted guide leads him to the far wall, where a deep alcove holds a rickety wooden chair. Something shifts in the shadows in the rear of the nook, and then a one-eyed face pops up into the light from behind the back of the carved chair. The monster wears a cheap tin crown, like a child's toy.
The Chief smiles at Juergin and licks its fat lips.
"You have brought me treasure, man-child? You come to make a trade?"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
ewancummins wrote:A child's mellow voice calls to Benn from the thick darkness beneath the bedframe."Come under the bed and I will show you something special. A secret. You like secrets, don't you?"
Benn presses his back to the wall, using it to get back to his feet while still facing the bed. He mutters another spell, enchanting his clothing with magical energy, before muttering to the voice "Come out and face me, or stop wasting my time with idle chatter." He directs the hammer to smash towards the source of the voice.
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Juergin smiles and bows to the one eyed thing. "Yes, I do have treasure. What can you do for me, because it really depends on what you can do for me if you wish to have treasure, Chief."
tarlyn wrote:Juergin smiles and bows to the one eyed thing. "Yes, I do have treasure. What can you do for me, because it really depends on what you can do for me if you wish to have treasure, Chief."
"I let you go to where your friend be now? You give treasure and Smezel open door.Good trade?"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
