Jerky's balckend shell had exploded like a caccoon....out of this shell Jerky had changed...a catharsis had made jerky almost pure light...a brilliant smoke-like light had emerged...it was this light that drew the creatures attention...the brillance of it hurt the goblinkin's eyes...and the stony creature had entered an unthinking rage..chasing the creature..apparently immune to the aura of tranquility that exuded from the ghostly form Jerky had become..

2nd "light" in paragraph should have been "form"

Jerky had become a creature of light, beutiful and etheral...

The invisibility cloak was made of a soft, velvet like material....totally transparent, so he was always misplacing it. He also hoped the Gark would not see through its magic.

The Gark roared with rage. Unable to get Jerky it turned its atention to Lomtrot once again. Raising an enormous stoney fist he brought it down hard on Limtrot's head. Pipin stared in horror as Limtrot collapsed unconscious. The protective force field had been useless against this monster. Pipin could not see LORG, and hoped the Gark couldnt either.

Jerky flew up into the Gark's face, blinding in the near darkness. In a rage the Gark swiped at jerky...the creature's limb passing right through the smokelike form of the dragon. The the Gark panicked and began running into walls. Almost trampling the still form of limtrot. Jerky had saved Pipen from Limtrot's fate.

As the Gark ran Jerky continued to hiss with rage and fly around the huge rocky head. Arms flapping to try to protect itself, the Gark didn't realise that Jerky was driving it towards the fast flowing water. Too late it saw the water at the last second as it stumbled and fell into the icy cold water. 'Argggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' it screamed as it began thrashing about in the water, desparately trying to regain its footing. Slipping and stumbling against the fast flowing water, it was gradully sinking as it was swept towards a mysteriously dark area. As he follwed cautiously so he could see what happened, Pipin noticed the flow of water speeding up and the noise of the water became deafening. Suddenly Pipin realised that there was a waterfall just ahead. With a scream the Gark fell once more in the water and was swept away down the rushing water fall. Pipin heved a huge sigh of relief. 'Whew' he said to Jerky as the diaphanous form hovered just above him, protectively.

WHen Pipin returned to the others he found Lorg bent over the still form of limtrot...well, not completely still, Limtrot's breathing was SHallow and there were several deep gashes on his head.
Jerky began to sparkle...

But Pipin looked at the barely conscious Limtrot and said ' Would be best for him I think - this is a good spot, water, fish and wood for a fire. He is in no fit state to travel'
Commons sense prevailed and they set about making camp for the night.

The following morning, although his head ached, Limtrot was anxious to be moving on, so they all headed off away from the waterfall, following what seemed to be a pathway created by the line of the castle wall.

Malatan had set a trap for the companions. He knew that they had the amulet and that he must get it back. HE vowed once more that he would flay that trechorous Lorg.

Through the laughter comes the glinty lessons
Kashay, kashay, kashoo

Exclaims, offers an anti-sorethroat
candy and rides into the dawn of montana.

I heard Frank's Hot Sauce and Fred's Bank are thinking of Merging to become Fred & Frank's Hot Bank

So everyone is giving up on the story?

Dem ol' DBs they ain't what they used to be
ain't what they used to be
ain't what they used to be
Dem ol' DBs they ain't what they used to be
and 'Julius' is all to blame

heh. Malatan was setting up the trap when his gaunlets made him fall into it himself. He died clumbisly and stupidly. Lorg picked up the charred gauntlets and was transported into another dimension. His story will be told in the future, the long non-drawn out future. Pipen and sebasian went home through a demensional rift when Malatan's body, sacrificed in a large explosion, created a small vortex in space and time due to proximity to the warding spells under the castle. Limtrot used the amulet to seal the book, banish the monsters and free the castle/monastary. he then fed-exed the book to an undisclosed place and invited both Yaroslave and Herecula to take it. Long story short they killed each other, They fought so hard against each other that they were powerless when the book sucked them into its pages after the fools broke its seal AGAAIN. This time though the book fell into a magic portable brazier of Yaroslavs after foolishly sucking the mage into it. THe magic brazier was so powerful (originally belonging to some forgotten diety) that the book was burned to a crisp taking Yaroslav, an ice demon, Herecula, and all the rest to an unknown plane where bad stories go. Limtrot took over the castle with Jerky and began to tax everyone who had called him a fool. Quite a lot of people. He lived fairly happily ever after, until he got married. But that is another tale. Suffice it to say his marrige to a poor, water sodden Gark may not have been the best idea he ever had, but anytime anyone said how ugly his wife was....well...they got devoured....not pretty mind you, but this reminded Limtrot to remain faithful to his wife...and honorable to their marrige...their children....welllll.... that too is another story. The end. Finae. that's it. That's all. finished at last.....oooohhh...the trap that Malatan set? It was a giant perfume bomb that emptied into a small pond in which he hoped to drown the heros...what a nimrod huh? SOmehow it caught fire....well...it coulda happened...the end....really.

:)

Many lives have been lost
But all battles will be won at all cost
Flares in what was a blue and white sky
Now means a good man may die
All our commanders leading
And the infantry bleeding
Through the mud,we went
All covered with mud of an awful scent
Shoving our weapons into a trench
The dirty Bastards,we'd lench
The old tight boot,I wear on my foot,
Has gathered that mud and rock in pursuit
We all yelled,with our evil roars
'We'll kill those little hoars!'
Blood and carlage are everywhere
A smokey cloud fills the air
Growing sick and ghostly pale
I'd fight and must not fail
Scars and sweat lay on my face
The defeated rats,I'd chase
My gun on left,a grenade on right
I was ready for some more fight
The battle,however,rolled on and on
But the enemy just can't lay us down
I cry all day for the conforts of home
This dirty,bloody war is very dumb
To kill another human being
Who's gun I should be fleeing
Should I be the military deserter
Or the liscenced murderer?
I'm weary so I close my eyes
Clasping my hands to the sky
'Dear LORD,why am I here?
This evil war has brought me tear.'
If GOD be with this rugged bunch,
His battle has just begun
We'll go home to our motherland
For a homecoming marching band
Drink wine and dance with our loves
And drop our pistols and guns                                                   By RAYMOND FRENCH            

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So which bunny are you Chi?

LOL! Nice try :P

Any1 remember a 1967 film called Quatermass and The Pit? That was a good story and had some brilliant acting as well!

Who wants to play Scramble.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.?

[-First word-]

C E P A

Get it right, win 10 points. Then contribute YOUR Scramble word! Best of luck!

This is a timed game, you don't have more than 5 mins to answer and then the next word will appear!

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time's up! the answer was: P A C E

Stay tuned for the next word!

Try this one. T I R L C I A C

C R I T I C A L ?

Good one. Your turn.

Two friends are walking along the road one day when they come across a dead rabbit. One fellow pulls out a spray can and sprays the rabbit, and they walk on. A few feet later they stop and turn around and to their disbelief, the rabbit is standing up and waving at them. They take a few more steps and turn around again and the rabbit is still waving at them. One friend says, I can't believe it, Let me see that can of spray. His friend gives it to him and he reads it....Hair Spray....( brings dead hair back to life and leaves a permanent wave)

L O R T A G I L A

GO!

ALLIGATOR

WTG LJ! Yur turn now.

element?

ok good hint P~~~~~~~~~

M A G N E S I U M

Am I right?

       O C S C M I R M O

Try that one for size :·P

yup you were right

Sorry Chim this board is for short stories or story tags

Your scrabbles aloud too

posted this one myself months ago on General Chat board.

was

m i c r o c o s m

good one, huh? ;·)

If Mark had read his horiscope in the daily newspaper. maybe none of this would happen.He hardly believed in horiscopes but this morning.....

He read the day before it would rain on his parade - the band he was playing with was due to play that afternoon and it was pouring with rain.

He had also read that he could expect something unusual around breakfast time.
As he ate the toast he had prepared for himself he became aware that the butter appeared to be moving...

and the butterknife was bending itself

As he watched in disbelief he saw a small buttery figure walk along the blade and jump on to the table. Standing upright on 2 legs, the figure waved an arm at Mark. 'Good Morning' it said.

Then the lights flickered off then on.

Picking up one of Mark's pieces of toast, the buttery figure sat down on the table cloth and began to eat it.
'Raining, I see' it said.

'Umm. Good er morning' said Mark, cautiously.
'Yes, its raining again - we could use some dry weather.'
he thought about his evening before - he was sure he hadn't had THAT much to drink - just a couple. Perhaps he shouldn't have mixed his beer with brandy!