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A Smashing Bad Time
Posted: 23 Jul 2004 02:43 PM |
The day was cold, and the lands were scarce of any citizens. At the Midor gates, a small rogue stands off in the distance, watching, noting, sizing up the idea. He slides down the wall, slowly, methodically, always moving towards the opening. Both guards stand clueless to his attendance. Sliding through the gate, Molo quickly sneaks into the town of Midor. Once inside, he is in horror to find so many guards walking the streets at night. "dis is gonne be bads" he says as he slowly moves towards the smiths house. Once his business is done, and feeling a good bit lighter on his toes, Molo moves into the temple district to test himself. "de guys be happies to find out I can get thrus eres easy". Once near the temple, he realizes that he could move around real good at night without ever being noticed. "gettin guds at dis" he says, as he moves right past a group of guards and back out of the front gates. He whispers, "see ye boys" as he goes into the outskirts un-noticed. "Neds ta hunts for little goldies some mos, but wheres?"
Once he reaches the plains, and comes out of the shadows, he takes some time to rest by the fire, and see if anyone might come around. "hmm.....wonder wut de guys ar ups to? dis borin, lets gets sum little goldies. *looks to pouch* Ims getting a guds little bankin ere. So......Mineats....hmmm nah. Bares??..... nah. Gobbies?.....*smiles* neh. hmmmm..........*thinks hard then notices an entrance past the haunted keep* wuts dat ways?" Molo stands after his rest and heads toward the forest entrance. Searching for clues, he finds some large footprints just past the entrance, so he cloaks up and disappears to the shadows. As as he passes a boar, he notices a large creature, with a large club. It looks like a man, but after a closer inspection, he sees that it is an Ettin. Once closer, he notices his favorite thing, containers inside a destroyed home. "hmmm....wuts in dose" he says as he slips past the ettin and into the home. Carefully he begins to search the room, as he stays near the shadows of night. *looking back towards the entrance and the Ettin* "maybs I shulds lay a traps. He doesn't looks so toughs. nahs" Molo begins to rummage through the open containers when, out of the shadow to his right, he feels a presence. As he looks up he notices the little head on the shoulder, then the larger eyes looking into his own, as if they were having a moment. Then he knew it was true as, "SMASH YOU" rang in his ears. Due to his little spell of unreadiness, Molo took a good shot from the ettins club but, managed to pull himself together and deliver back a good blow with his knives before, *glancing towards the doorway* noticing that the other ettin was now on his way in to the fight. With a quick move, Molo sends the open container at the ettin and manages to escape the fight towards the doorway and out into the forest again, but proves that it was all for haste when he notices the small gathering of ettins and dire boars in the immediate vicinity. *looking around and trying to heal open wounds* "dis bads" he says as he turns to run towards the plains and....*WHACK*. Molo hits the ground dropping everything, while bleeding profusely from the head. "GOTS YA" says the ettin......."ME SMASH" |
So a cleric, a ranger, and a thief walk into a bar, which one am I?
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