The cannibles had an elaborate ceremony for those who had fallen..the ashes of the dead and ground up bones were passed around in a soup. That way the dead would be apart of the tribe forever...

Amother night and they placed Mariam & the young canible on a bed of flames, a form of cremation. The arrow was removed and Lorgs leg was bandadged

THere was something odd about Jerky when he came back to life. The tiny dragon had changed a strange ebon colour and his eyes began to glow a milky white...he was not alive...not completely, nor was he dead...somewhere inbetween...
"coward." Limtrot muttered about Malatan.
"I don't think so," spoke Lorg," I think there was a reason he left. He had us dead."

Limtrot placed it in his pocket as he lifted Sabasion up as Lorg cussed up a storm. I should have had him, he had some magic to help him flee. Lorg looked at the dead Jerky and with the Amulet he seemed to bring the dragon back to life.Pipen walked over saying. We best find your portal..

Safir was the medicine man and one of the few survivers of the cannible tribe. He saught peace after the slaughter Malatan and his men caused. Why they fled when they did left the survivers wondering. Malatan could have easily regrouped his men and stormed back.
Limtrot hadn't caught him, no small suprise, but he did discover that Malatan had droped this weird amulet thingy when the youth had grabbed him.

Meanwhile, Safir gazed into the haze ascending from the
groundless black they knew as End of the World.
'There cannot be any living', he said by hisself.

But there he was, sent out as last hope of his tribe.
Safir nervously touched the Ring of Ritornel and listened.
Nothing. He shook his wings as sign of embarrassment when
he realized how spurious his instinctive longing for
advice happened to be here, so far from home. His neckchains
started to pulsate in amusement, tomorrow when Zaratan had raised
to the zenith, he'll recharge his energies and meditate. In the
shadow of a second he calmed down, sank into crystalline condition,
locked to just wait for a certain key in the eternal cosmic melody.

Yet, Malatan's magic and luck held out. A horse without a rider came running through the camp, nocking Pipen off his feet and trampling the body of the young cannibal. Malatav grabbed the reins and pulled himself up with another grimace.
Amazingly Limtrot finished with the three mercenaries and charged after the horse...

Sabasion, after greeving over Mariams body grew furious to. Grabbing a timber from a burning building he ran full charge at Malatan, while Lorg lifted himself up. Now Malatav had two to contend with. Malatan kept dodging Sabasian's torch and Lorgs spear. Behind him Limtrot was taking on 3 mercenaries. With the youths last dying breath he grabed Malatav's leg and triped him.

sorry Skyking - this needed more in-put to keep my interest. I'll have another go, though now we have a few more.

Geez I wish people would get their minds on somethin' better....

*long sigh*

~ Magenta der Laute

Malatan smiled in a half-grimace and snatched the spear from the young cannibal warrior. With great strength he snapped the shaft ih half and thrusted the tip into the gut of the youth. He then used the broken end shaft to bludgen Lorg across the face. The gauntlets made Malatan almost invincible on the battlefield.
Limtrot watching in horror as the mercenary bashed the net with Jerky in it against the ground lost all self-control. The mercenary, whose arm had been set on fire by the dragon had decided Jerky was not worth the bounty.
Limtrot saw red, foamed out of his mouth and went berserk, in true form of the word. A fury of rage overtook the village idiot and with a broken sword in hand he leaped at the mercenary, hacking his flaming body to pieces. Then charged a large group of Malatan's men who had been laughing at the scene..

One of the arrows hit Lorg in the leg, barrreling towaards him was Malatan in rage. With his last breath the yound mercenary stabed Malatav with his spear, yet Malatav's armor was to strong.

The mercenary was being bit by Jerky in the net, he tried wigling out of the mercenaries hands. The mercenary tried cutting Jerky's neck yet it was to tough. Limtrot used the only thing he could use. Picking up rocks he threw them at the mercenaries. Lorg and the young mercenary ran towards Limtrot. After a while the mercenary picked up an axe and killed Jerky

The cannibles formed a defensive circle, one strong youth barking out plans to break from the mercenaries. Short spears and hide sheilds fell to steel swords, yet not without a toll. Even the women fought, for Malatan was not interested in captives at this point.
One mercenary caught Jerky in a net, no doubt thinking he would fetch a prime price for the Dragon.
Lorg saved the cannible youth from a spear thrust. The youth looked at Lorg,"partners?" he grunted.
Lorg nodded, although it looked as if the partnership would be short lived. The mercenaries were verterans, well armed and had them outnumbered and surrounded. Arrows fell like rain....

Out of the sky flew in Jerky who flamed alot of the mercenarie's while the rest dispersed. Sibasion cried over the death of Mariam as pipen draged him out of danger. Lorg and limtrot scattered to.

I'll say, poor Skyking was cutting and pasting my posts fer me:)
Hey the more nasty plotlines the more interestin it gets right?:D Besides with out the occasional limb writin gets a little bland does it not:)

Well not too many people had the opportune, this board's been de-voiced pawn style for a LONG time. Turned peeps off. Of course.

But I'm one of those mods who'll let you get away with all kindsa 'controversial' writing material a'cuz I think we need to keep that good ol' 'merican Freedom of Speech! (?) Last couple of posts were just fulla 'nasty' 'plotlines' -- but that's just my dinky opinion, I'm just a mod.
Lessen there be a fight or trouble of some kind, I'm off in the shadowz :·D

Have fun 'a'll

~ Magenta der Laute

Ohhh, but I don't seem to see those delete or edit buttons anywheres. Guess the gothics have ruined it for all us more honest mods :·/

How interesting -- welcome. btw Horseman. I wonder why only the Stories board is writable..........

No matter, it's nice to have a place for a voice again. ty nb!

Lurking in the shadows, beyond the sight of the party, stood Malatan with a wicked grin across his face. Pure vindictive hatred showed upon his vistage as he glared at Lorg. A raging hatred at this betrayal by his closest confidant. Malatan was not alone, nor was he anything but the shallowest of allies with the cannibal cheif.
At a signal from Malatan, one of the mercenaries he'd hired in this world nocked and arrow and drew back his bow. In an instant the unsuspecting Mariam was almost decapitated by the arrow that found her throat. Regretably for the cannibal chief, the arrow also took him in his eye...being slightly shorter than the woman he had held captive.
Malatan thought the loss of the chieftain to be akin to losing a nail clipping. THe chieftain had failed to dispose of Limtrot who had become a bigger threat than Malatan had expected. Malatan's hundred or so mercenaries could dispose of all those involved. Starting with that traitor Lorg....
Little did any suspect that Malatan was more than he appeared. On Limtrot's world he was but a bandit, on this one he was a powerful Lord, and on yet another one...he ruled with an iron fist.

"thanks to your friends my mistress now looks worse than my wife because of burns, the huts can easily be rebuilt, but I am afraid none of you will live to see that" said the chief as his medicine man sat in a nearbye corner rubbing his pot belly. "I will hang your skins like tapestries after they have been flailed off your hides!!"
At that several dozen men appeared from seemingly nowhere with short bows and strangly angled swords. The cheif began to calmly explain how captives were buried up to their necks and the swords were used to open their skulls...

Pipen pulled out a map of Queen Hercala's world. "This map shows where most of the portals are in that witches land. The portal I came is on it and I know where I came through, but the two humans Mariam and Sebasian will have to remember your portals. Can you two(Limtrot and lorg) show us where the portal was to this world? Lorg didn't want to help them but Kindhearted Limtrot went back to the burned to the ground canibal village. Yet as they passed by the church still in tact out jumped the head Canible. being in anger and grabed the woman Mariam,and ready to cut her throat

Limtrot was really angry with Lorg yet greeted the 3 strangers's. I am Sabasion, this is mariam. We are from London, England" introducement from the male human. "I am Pipen, The Short,once King of the great country of Gaul , we were inprisoned in that ring by Queen Hercala. Thank you for freeing us. But we must run and hide from her wickedness. Limtrot explained "Pipen, do not worry, she is another world I think she will not
harm you. That night all 5 told their stories. Seems the Human came from earth's 1940 during a War called WW2, The Dwarf came from the same world but a different time. Limtrot told of How he met the Dragon and Lorg

The glow got brighter and th Diamond literally chattered. Soon poof there were two humans and a dwarf. FREEDOM! cried one of the human's. The shattering of the Diamond woke Limtrot as Jerky roared instead of churped.Jerky was the size of a human now. One woman, one man and a dwarf all stared around and did not reognize they're surroundings. Limtrot yelled at Lorg. What the Hell's goin on. Lorg explained about the Diamond Bracelet.

the glowing braclet began to throb and felt warm in Limtrot's hand. As he looked closer at it he could see tiny figures trapped within it...they looked like they were in agony...how did they get trapped in there he wondered...considering getting a rock to break them out and deciding against it...it might suck him in as well...

They soon went up a mountain that was barren of trees. That night the made camp and saw the forest burning below them. The bracelet in lorg vest called to him while he was asleep. Lorg pulled out the Diamond bracelet to admire it and it began to glow.

Meanwhile, the head cannible, was beside himself...you see his mistress was with his wife when their hut caught on fire....As the fires ingulfed the village jerky flew bck and limtrot got Jerky to bote his ropes, Limtrot then untied Lorg.. as they left the burning village the flames ate the forest. A major forest fire. What else could go wrong?

It was hard to believe that such a tiny flame could cause such fires....then again most of the huts were dried straw.
Lorg knew that they were in REAL trouble now. The Natives obviously hunted in this area and knew the terrain much more intimately than Lorg or Limtrot ever would. The tattoos and filed teeth still filled Lorg with shivers as he tried to ignore Limtrot's plees to just stay and have some soup.
"But I'm hungry..." whined Limtrot as they ran...

Jerky was perched in a tree just watching his masters draged to a pit. The canible warriors were chanting and dancing to a mystical god. In an instant Jerky flew down and bit one of the warriors holding lorg on the face as Limtrot kicked the other warrior in the (UHUM). Both Limtrot and lorg ran for whe swamp. Jerky was stil indanger backat the village. Limtrot could see that Jerky's wrath had gone full circle and was burning all the huts and buildingsdown with his Fire breathing. Limtrot aproved what his pet was doing yet He thought he had created a monster

The villagers were obviously cannibles, and from the collections of shrunken heads, Lorg immediately knew he was in trouble....in fact, while limtrot kept asking what kind of soup they were making Lorg could not help but notice the human bones they were grinding up....

Ahead of them walked two warriors, each carrying a spear, the tips of which were blood-stained and were dressed in what looked like animal skins. Around their wastes hung huge knives, also blood-stained. Tall, each warrior had long black hair and bare feet. Behind Lorg and Limtrot were 2 more.

Suddenly - 'STOP - go no further!' a voice boomed .
Lorg looked around and saw no-one.
'I said STOP go no further!' boomed the voice.
Limtrot glanced around, but saw no-one.
Cautiously Lorg and Limtrot crept forward. Jerky hissed a warning, but too late to stop them tripping over an invisble line stretched across the pathway. As he struggled to his feet, Lorg felt something sharp in hs back, his arms were forced back and something tied his hnds so he could not move them. As he struggled against his captor he saw Limtrot similarly engaged. The dragon's jaws spat flames at the warriors who tried unsuccessfully to catch it. Then it vanished.
'walk' said one of the warriors, shoving him forwards.
Both men walked forwards towards the village.

As Lorg leaped through the portal he muttered what a stupid idea this was....and wondered what dragonmeat tasted like.
The impact of leaping through a portal into a stonewall was a painful one. Half dazed, Lorg realised he was sliding downwards. It seemed the floor was nowhere in sight.... It felt a long time before he landed right next to limtrot. They were now in a swamp covered in fog. They could here everything...Frogs crocking, birds chirping. walking aways they saw Danger signs that read "Beware, go no further" and Keep out. Limtrot steered the group away from those areas. A graveyard and church appeared and beyond followed a village, Sign read Calastang. Limtrot did not kow this village.

Lorg didn't know what to do. Then an echo came from the othere side "Hurry lorg, this portals closing up. Lorg thought it might be Limtrots voice so he ran in saying GERONIMO!!!!

Before limtrot knew it, Jerky flew into the portal. Without looking at Lorg, Limtrot ran through the portal

After miles of walking they came to a ripple in the air. It was a portal to another place. "Should we go thuoght? Limtot asked lorg. "Oh no, we don't know what's in there. Litrot dared putting his hand into it and felt a soothing vibration...

The silence was eery as they walked on. The path seemed endless, but they could hear the distant sound of water.

As the queen rode off Limtrot notice her and the unicorn changed. Lorg looked at Limtrot and asked "why did you kiss that thing's paw?" As he watched the strange and disgusting lizard creature ride off...little did he know the illusion it had cast on Limtrot..."did ya see the fangs in that thing's maw? I thought it was goin ta devour ya...whatever that gurgling noise it was making as it drooled...kinda like a lizard centaur thing like that just gives me the creeps...hope that thing doesn't have any friends around here...."He looked around fearfully...and a little at Jerky hungerily....after all...it would be centuries before that thing would be bigger than a chicken...Limtrot was so glad he turned down that things invite. After breaking up camp both human's walked down the only path they saw. Still not a sound was heard.

Lintrot was still asleep but he was dreaming about Malatov destoying his castle when a vision of a woman in white gown riding what looked to be a unicorn. He had awakened and thought the woman and unicorn was in his dream, but no she was riding right up to their camp. She had a glow around her. In her right hand was a staff that was also white and glowing with a green stone on it's tip. Lorg moved in astonishment towards Limtrot, who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Jerky was cherping and staying near the stump. "Welcome strangers. I'm Queen Hercala." All of a sudden Lorg remembered the stumps ingravings. One name was herc? Could this be the queens initials? All of a sudden the Diamond Bracelet was making lorg feel guilty for taking it. "Hi mylady" Bowed Limtrot "We are limtrot, lorg and that noisy Dragon over there is our pet Jerky." The Queen smiled."We are sort of lost."Explained lorg." You are in my domain of Triad and I rule here." The queen said hoping off the unicorn." We are from the providence of Uricar".Limtrot moved forward to Bow and kiss the Queen's left hand. Lorg wasn't of noble linkage so he stood there. "I have not heard of that place? I hope you gentleman will come to my Castle to rest and get your bearings straight? I would love to hear of your place."" No mylady we are trying to get back home. My land is being taken as I speak." With disappointment She says "Then it must be, Godspeed my friends" The queen rode off." Lorg breathed a sigh of relief

Both Limtrot and lorg were not familiar with the area. There were no birds singing that was odd, but they could here the river flowing. Jerky flew over to a stump. Lorg noticed the letters Fig & herc carved in it. Inside the stump lorg found a diamong bracelet which he hid from Limtrot. Lorg was still as greedy as he ever was.

Reaching the end of the tunnel, they stepped out into the light, blinking in the bright sunlight. Ahead of them was the well, its steep wals damp with moss clinging to the huge grey stones. 'well, well' said Limtrot. ' Perhaps we should try climbing up this.'
'well' echoed Lorg ' well, lets go then.' and to the troll ' 'climb'
The troll squealed in terror, 'no - no - you can't make me - Ive never been to the surface.' He boke frree from lorg's grasp and ran in the direction of another tunnel.
'Let 'im go' said Limtrot, ' he will only hold us up'
Slowly he began to climb upwards towards the top of the steep well. Lorg began to follow. Jerky flew up ahead, chirping happily. The tow men climbed steadily for some time.
'this well is higher than I remember it' said Lorg.
'are you sure its the same one? they all look the same to me!' Lmtrot asked.
Lorg had got confused at a turning in the tunnel buthe didnt like to say so. As they climbed further up the air got colder. The moss on the well wall made it slippery and hard to cling on to, but they persevered. Up and up they went. Up and up.
As they went upwards they came to a ledge. Thanful for a rest, they sat down for a few minutes. Jerky's eyes whirled red again. Limtrot fed it, sharing his jerk with the tiny creature. Lorg ate his own. After a while, they began to climb again, upwards towards the surface. IOt was some time before they reached it.
Exhausted, they climbed out. Ahead was a fast-flowing stream. 'Rest' said Lorg. 'Rest' said Limtrot. gathering bitsof wood, Lorg built a fire, whilst Limtrot began tickling for fish at the edgeof the stream. When he had caught 5 large trout, he joined Lorg at the fireplace. An hour later, Lorg Lintrot and Jerky were all fast asleep by the fire, worn out.

For a long time they just walked, pushing the troll ahead of them. Jerky held up things by constantly asking for food, but was rapidly growing stronger, and so able to fly close to Limtrot.

Lorg thought of a really stupid name Jerky. Behind the two men the troll tried spitting and cussing at them. Lorg grabed the troll's collar and Barked. Your going to show us the way outta here. "Why should I? Grumbled the troll. I've lved down here all my lfe, I wouldn't know where to look. Lorg draged the troll back to the water and dunked his head under it . The troll wasn't persuaded to help. They couldn't swim through to the river Limtrot fell in for the dragon couldn't swim and Limtrot almost drowning. The walked blindly through the tunnel Lorg came by, Maybe they canturn up at the well.

'What do I feed it with?' Limtrot was gazing in wonder at this amazing creature. Lorg cut off a piece of jerky. ' Here - give it this!'
Limtrot took the jerky and held it out to the dragon. The hungry creature snatched the food out of his hand, gulped it down then cried piteously. It was starving! Lorg gave Limtrot the rest of the jerky, which was subsequently cut up and fed to the famished animal. When it had finished it sat looking at Limtrot, eyes green now instead of the fiery red that was previously there. Limtrot cautiously stretched out a hand and touched it. He was surprised at the reaction: the dragon leaned against his hand making a chirping noise.
Lorg watched, fascinated. ' You have a friend for Life now,' he said. 'Some of the trolls have them, they train them to run errands apparently. '
Limtrot picked up the little dragon and cradled it in the crook of his arm. Sated by the jerky, it curled up and appeared to sleep.
Limtrot couldn't believe his luck. This tiny creature was his, now.
'I must think of a name,' he said. 'Any suggestions?'

The golden key still hung on the troll's belt. Now perhaps Limtrot could find out what was in the Black Box. He had been lead to believe these boxes were treasure boxes of some sort. Lorg grabbed the key. As the two of them struggled to open the Box, each was wondering what was in it. The Box glowed more as they turned the key. As the lid was raised, there was a flash of light and smoke. Startled, Limtrot dropped the box. As the smoke cleared a small white dragon appeared,no bigger than a squirrel, eyes swirling in its head, fire spouting from its jaws. Wings flapping and long tail lashing, it glared at Limtrot. Limtrot and Lord stared at the creature. 'Quick' said Lorg. 'Feed it! I've heard of these creatures, feed it and it is yours for Life!"

Limtrot shook the uncinscience troll as Lorg pulled ot some jerky that he had been surviving on. The troll awokeand the Black Box produced itself. The troll ran yet lorg triped the troll. "So that's how the box had vanished" thought Litrot"If the troll is asleep or unconscience, that box is tied to it. The troll had a secure system ten. If he was killed, sleeping or unconscience, no more box. Lorg grabed the box out of the troll's arms and threw it to Limtrot. "I guess we are partners then?' Limtrot told Lorg. I gues we are" Lorg agreed with a smile

After the voices quieted, to Limtrots amzement, came a human from one of the tunnels. Low and behold it was Lorg who had been walking many days after finding the fakeamulet Malatav droped. Malatov never helped him get out of the well so he had been wandering all this time. Limtrot staired at him. Who the hell are you. With a timmid answer, "I am Lorg.Once I served Maatav, but since he has abandoned me down here to die, I would like to help you kill him. I do not wish to Kill anyone Explained Limtrot not even Malatov. I just want to help my People to be rid of the Raiders. Limtrot went to the troll and tried waking him for answers to te Key he no possessed.

with its handle ingraved with a wolf. Limtrot gasped in outright anquish and horror as the box disappeared. It had been an illusion...somewhere in the darkness something chuckled a deep evil sound of malignant mirth...he could hear a whispery voice in his ear "follow my words and you will be safe"...as from all around the deep baritone of evil boomed"Foolish mortal, I will play tortuously with your soul for eons before devouring it!!" Limtrot began to think he'd better listen to the whispery voice...

The hero sprang from his purch near the cave wall and grabbed the box. It begain to glow softly as he held it in his hand. What was the meaning he wondered as he glanced around the dimly lit area. On the trolls belt, he noticed a gold key

All of a sudden the troll slid on theicy foor of the cave right into a stalagtite. The troll was knocked out cold.