I thought Malatan dug the amulet out of the lone survivors tomb...?

Malatan did not even know that the amulet he won while beating a blacksmith at cards was powerful. How did the Blacksmith get it from the surviving Monk?

*chuckle*

little did Limrot know that the Castle was REALLY haunted and that Malatan had the only amulet that would garuntee safety from the dark powers that now inhabited the abandoned monastary. Legend had it that there had once been a mad monk who dwelled there and after practicing forbidden rites from forbidden tombs, his arcana had unleased an evil that had killed all the other monks and himself as well. Malatan had dug the amulet from the lone survior's tomb. The monk who had snatched the amulet from his crazed brother and fled while the ill-fated man was in turn devoured by his creation...

His castle was once a Monastery and the monks had laid dead monks down there. I f a Blizzard had not wiped them out theywould still be there. Legend began growing the castle was haunted, but limtrot showed
no care when he moved into it

My horse and sword. I will have the pleasure of defeating this stupid Lord. With about twenty raiders,Malatan could not penetrate the castle for lord Limtrot had no gate or windows. He had a secret passage that only he knew of..

"I am terribly vexed." Malatan stated sternly. Lorg, one of his most trusted aids sheepishly approached Malatan and spoke "I beg your pardon sire but that turn of phrase has already been used." Malatan eyes narrowed with great consternation then after a great pause he uttered "Then I am quite peeved." Lorg nodded slightly with approval. "So, Malatan continued, the Great Fool thinks he can outmaneuver me and fortify his village. Lorg, fetch me ...

But a raider had been calabanting among the bars and saw the sign and took this iformation back to the Raider leader Malatan who was in a rage after that

Lintot had gotten word from the village and knew there were only a few young males capable to fight. He aquire a messanger to go to the next village(not in his jurisdiction). To post a sign asking for men to protect his village.

the gardens and buildings

That the villagers needed more protection. Raiders had been coming in there once a week taking money from them so the Raiders wouldn't burn

The village was named after its most famous idiot who had escaped the bounds of his serfdom and become the Lord of the castle above...in his rule he had quite a few setbacks...this is his story...it was on a night like this

with a faint fog strolling in. A large castle stands on a plateau overlooking a small village called LIMTROT..

It was a dark and stormy night______

I guess

cool with me

Hmmmm, there's seems to be less activity on this board lately. Story getting a bit stale?
If so, we could start fresh again, it's up to u.

          ~ MS

Forbidden, dark, arcane knowledge...along with the secret ingredients of twinkies, Juicy Fruit Gum, and the addictive properties of Doritos.
Torg Sickfoos the Janitor was considering why he was thinking of himself as Troog again. It was an old High School nickname. It had started out as Trog for Troglidite. Maybe it was because of the old bat...screeching he vileness...he could feel her eyes searching for him, her dark presence hunting him...it was like she could smell his fear...wait a second...he thought...are there 2 of me...who is that guy leading those people with HIS...or MY...amulet?

Stickfo saw these foolish antics. And lead his small band of wards to a barracks to prepare for clases he would be training. The amulet only had so much power yet not enough to give alot of people knowledge...

huge pile of algae, presumably the biker chick's trough. He ducked down behind it, hoping to escape the notice of Mrs. Wartzog's scathing glance...

Troog looked fer someplace to hide, finally finding a...

Even now, the slight changes could be detected. The comforting words were gradually turning to carping sentiments; accolades to accusations; pleasantries to persecution....

The biker chick with green hair a nose ring and a tatto of an orchid on her right breast who was already eating algae by the handful. Little did Troog know but the change to Mrs. Wartzog was only temperary...When it wore off she would be twice as bad as before...

"Doom is upon us", Torg having had enough of Mrs Wartzog quickly touched her with the amulet, turning her into a kind and caring person, as she made her way through the crowd she could be heard saying comforting things to all...
Now Torg could turn his attention to....

when actually it was a combination of chlorine and chlorine resistant algae that Troog had never seen before in any gym locker, the goblin assured him that it was quite delishious and nurishing. The scientists on this planet were chosen for stupidity after many of their experiments went wrong and almost destroyed the planet once. Now all inhabitants believe in magic. He also warned Stickfoos that the majority of the surface land was four foot deep mud and that he would have to include stilts "or something" to his desognes. Mrs. Wartzog grabbed Troog by the ear then and threatened....

their only theory was there was algae or even planktonon the oceans floor thus feeding under water creatures.

But the scientists would need to find out why it was green, just like the sky

tank capable of training underwater research and developement since most of thw planet is water

It would have room for machines of all types, and would include a swimming

...Skilled in all forms of metal, woodworking, and architectural skills. Straight away, Stickfoos began drawing plans for.....

Stickfoos the janitor would be in charge of training his wards anyway he could..But he has never did any building himself. Soon torg touched him with the amulet and he gained the knowledge of a builder

Torg hoped he could condition the wards to be able to do chores on the planet. Mostly in constructioning builings

Only no guns

The strangest hundred people that Torg had ever seen...He was glad that at least HE was normal. He looked at the odd gathering....man. There were some dirty, some greasy, some both and others just wierd. It was like a 7-11 at three a.m. on saturday night.

Her parents. They all entered the palace. Seemed like there was 100 all coaxed into going on this trip.

... wonder who she got that from ... could it have been ...

My Gosh...was she AWAYS such a negative crank???

Mrs. Wartzog. "You accomplished a lot. Cheap Plaster and scribblings on the walls that look like a three year old did them. Never did care for brass much. Gaudy and Junky looking if you ask me..." As the cranky woman droned on and on, all Torg could think of was...

intriquet detail scrolled into the upper ceilings of brass and pilars..
the marble floors so shiney and cool.. yet bold were the walls that surrounded the open space.. walls made of plaster and tailored with silks..

Wow! exclaimed...

diamonds and rubies, this he handed to the small boy, who had shouted, who than took it to Torg....
Torg recieved the amulet, and touching the child on the shoulder, revealed him to be a strong man, who could lead the colony...
Torg then took the amulet and placed it on the wall, it fit much like a jigsaw puzzle would fit, he turned it to the left, and in a great flash of light the room turned into....

in his hand he had an amulet.. it was adorned with...

Tiny purple goblin with a gigantic nose and big smelly feet...

Suddenly, a bolt of thunder! And from behind a boulder, there came a....

Little had he relised that they were all to be converted back to ages 18-25 at the other end of the journey. Mrs. Wartzog had become a bombshell in an instant! A tiny thought popped into the hapless janitor's mind..."oh no...now I'm REALLY gonna suffer"...as he clenched his favorite greasy rag tight in fear...her face still looked like a hawk, despite the new curves she had regained.

I'll go.... , a timid voice quavered.
A hush fell upon the room. No one, in their wildest dreams, would have ever thought that they'd get such a brave response from...

and 40% mudd. A most horid place. But, because it is the closest place, it is our only hope. The eyes of the more timid volunteers grew wide with fright. Some of them slowly sunk back into their seats. Torg Shouted! "No dont sit down, we will need you all! This will be a grand adventure. better than slowly dying here." One small hand raised from the back of the room......

Torg looked around now at all of these people who had gathered to journey with him...Now they must decide where they will go, a button is pressed and out of the floor rises a huge round ball. As Torg taps on the ball pictures appear, finally a picture of the most wonderful place appears...
"My friends he shouts, we are off to.....

Yes, I know about Quantum Foam. But then, so does KIp Thorne :·)

      ~ MS

Mrs Wartsog! He couldnt believe she was still alive! much less volunteering to go help start a new colony!

his old gym teacher....