Birdie had just returned to the Party Field, congratulating her self for her role in "The Battle of the Void", and looking forward to hitting the freshly stocked buffet tables, and more importantly, the freshly stocked bar.
Suddenly a net is dropped over her head, and her hands are bound with heavy, iron chains. It's Cimmerian and his nefarious Roleplaying Press Gang or (RPG)!
"Veterans!" he cackled, "After what you've just been through for the last 5 pages, you lot will do splendid in the Freestyle RPG room."
"And as for you, Birdland. Think you can just go AWOL from A HOBBITS' TALE, do ye? Leave us in the lurch in Bree and just wonder off? We'll see about that! We've got a special 'adventure' for deserters. MuWaHAHA!"
"NOOOOO!" thinks Birdie. I just helped battle Morgoth! I can't go back to standing around ooohhhing and aaahhhing while hobbits stage a make-out party"
Morphing into full Ent Wife mode, Birdie breaks the chains binding her. Grabbing the ends of the chains, she swings Cimmerian's minions over her head and flings them across the field, where they crash into a stockpile of 1420 ale.
"That ought to keep them happy for awhile", said Birdie, then she morphed into her Corfu charater and flew off to the buffet table.
[ May 29, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
[ May 29, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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