[Child of the 7th Age]

Ned crouched down behind the shadow of the oak, keeping a close eye on the dwarf who was perched on the tree stump. He searched his brain in vain, looking for some idea that would enable him to isolate the dwarf and muzzle him so he could not send out a warning to his sleeping companions.

But Ned's brain was rather slow, and at the end of an hour, he had no more idea of what he wanted to do than at the beginning. Sitting there, he found himself becoming more and more frustrated, until he began talking quietly to himself, cursing and rueing the day that the great dragon had put him in this predicament. His oaths and string of curses became successively louder, until the Dwarf sitting on the stump looked up sharply and began running towards the tree where Ned sat crouched and hiding.

From there, it was only a minute. What Ned lacked in brains, he made up for in strength and determination. He hit the dwarf over the head with a middle-sized stone and quickly popped the sturdy little fellow into his bag for collecting game. In just a minute, he sidled over to the edge of the encampment and selected two more victims who would do just fine as an appetizer and desert. He tucked one Dwarf under each arm, stuffing some leaves into their mouths so their cries would be muffled. Then he sprinted out of the camp, heading back to his cave and dreaming of the lovely dinner that awaited him as soon as he arrived home.

[ May 31, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]