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***Mithadan*** · 05-23-2002, 04:10 PM

Mithadan listened carefully to Celeaewn as he ran from the Trolls. An errant arrow whizzed by his ear as Primrose valiantly assaulted them. "You played with the wiring? Then the Princess may only be a contruct," he panted. "For that matter you all might be constructs. Maybe only I am real. Or maybe I'm an illusion also. If a tree falls in the woods... Forget it. Either way, we still have to find the REG. Everyone! On the count of 3, split up and go in different directions. 1...2...3!"

The group abruptly split up and the Trolls, dim witted beasts that they were, ran afoul of each other with the entire troop tripping and stumbling into a writhing pile. From above, a mighty voice boomed out, "Pigpile!" Chrysophylax plummeted down to crash atop the troop of Trolls. The dragon turned a golden eye towards Mithadan and winked. Mith pulled out his dictaphone and recorded, "Note to self, thank Kuruharan for bringing the dragon."

He turned and ran back to Primrose, who had just nocked an arrow and was taking aim at Chrysophylax. He snatched the bow from her hands. "Never annoy a live dragon, dear," he said. "Now, the REG..."

05-23-2002, 04:10 PM	#409
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,394	Mithadan listened carefully to Celeaewn as he ran from the Trolls. An errant arrow whizzed by his ear as Primrose valiantly assaulted them. "You played with the wiring? Then the Princess may only be a contruct," he panted. "For that matter you all might be constructs. Maybe only I am real. Or maybe I'm an illusion also. If a tree falls in the woods... Forget it. Either way, we still have to find the REG. Everyone! On the count of 3, split up and go in different directions. 1...2...3!" The group abruptly split up and the Trolls, dim witted beasts that they were, ran afoul of each other with the entire troop tripping and stumbling into a writhing pile. From above, a mighty voice boomed out, "Pigpile!" Chrysophylax plummeted down to crash atop the troop of Trolls. The dragon turned a golden eye towards Mithadan and winked. Mith pulled out his dictaphone and recorded, "Note to self, thank Kuruharan for bringing the dragon." He turned and ran back to Primrose, who had just nocked an arrow and was taking aim at Chrysophylax. He snatched the bow from her hands. "Never annoy a live dragon, dear," he said. "Now, the REG..." __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.