27.02.2003, 22:24
Once upon a time, there was real trouble in the kingdom. A group of fighters, supported by two archmages and one famous archer got circled by two trolls and even two ogres.
The Monsters, known as not to be too smart or strategic in their acting, could coordinate this meeting because they had been informed by an intruder, of time and spot, the travellers would appear near the entrance to the big cave. So the two parties stood, watching each other, none daring to do the first step. Three or four experienced fighters could always win against a single troll, but there were 2 of them! And even those ugly ogres! Where to begin the attack? How to protect the weak archer and the mages?
But as the wind whirled the sand high up into the air, one of the fighters had to sneeze. The Ogre Suflick who always had been kind of nervous called for attack and soon the battle came down on the poor human fellows. They shouted and screamed in fear and passion as they began to pick the monsters. The air was at once filled with the sound of clubs hitting heads, arrows zooming through the air, and poison could be sensed everywhere you turned.
Wanna know how the story continues? Me, too. I'll see what I can do.
The Monsters, known as not to be too smart or strategic in their acting, could coordinate this meeting because they had been informed by an intruder, of time and spot, the travellers would appear near the entrance to the big cave. So the two parties stood, watching each other, none daring to do the first step. Three or four experienced fighters could always win against a single troll, but there were 2 of them! And even those ugly ogres! Where to begin the attack? How to protect the weak archer and the mages?
But as the wind whirled the sand high up into the air, one of the fighters had to sneeze. The Ogre Suflick who always had been kind of nervous called for attack and soon the battle came down on the poor human fellows. They shouted and screamed in fear and passion as they began to pick the monsters. The air was at once filled with the sound of clubs hitting heads, arrows zooming through the air, and poison could be sensed everywhere you turned.
Wanna know how the story continues? Me, too. I'll see what I can do.