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littlemanpoet · 10-06-2006, 07:16 PM

Anakron raised his Sylvestrian staff, much to the interest of Hissyfit, and said, "Konvay!" at the bliddy Dwarf who was suddenly beset by a bad but very suitable case (he was after all a Dwarf) of nepotISM.

Satisfied, Anakron turned away and watched the Minotaur and Barrow Wight, to see if they would incur his wrath.

"I say, old chap," rattled the boney Barrow Wight, "lot of rubbish about 'isms', what?"

"The dweomer does as it does," Anakron replied.

"Where's your girlfriend?" asked Skittles. "Did you hit her with fetishism? Hissyfit! Come here and leave Sylvester alone!" She watched the cat with apparent fascination. "I don't care if he keeps on lisping at you!" Anakron raised an eyebrow and consciously ignored the warmistress, distracting himself by the entertainment of the Dwarf who was apparently growing sons from his forehead.

"Oucht!" cried the Minotaur. "That hath to hurth!"

Kath · 10-07-2006, 09:24 AM

Igor watched in amusement at the interaction between Anakron and Smilog, happily twirling his newly mended eye round and round in his head and seeing what he could see, though he quickly discovered that the inside of his eye socket was not something even he wished to see.

Spinning himself around rather than his eye he took in his surroundings, able to see them with double vision for the first time ever. Although, he mused, that could simply be from the concussion the staff had left him with.

Wincing he tuned back in to the conversation, belatedly realising that he was not the only one to have been ISMed today as he noted the small figures growing out of Smilog. It seemed that Anakron was in full konveyor mode and Igor wondered what he'd do to Skittles and Hissyfit if they didn't stop arguing behind him. AbsenteeISM perhaps.

Hookbill the Goomba · 10-08-2006, 01:49 PM

"What's that?" asked Tollin, pointing at Smilog's head where the head and shoulders of another form was now protruding. The Dwarf grunted and started to walk on. "What is it?" pressed the Minotaur.

"A helmet," said Smilog flatly. The Barrow Wight came up to him and whacked the extra head with his pipe. It did not react. Smilog now noticed it. "Good grief!" he exclaimed, "how long has that been there?" Tollin glanced back at Anakron who was laughing slightly. "I know who is to blame for this," Smilog continued as an arm began to grow, "Skittles. If there ever was a worker of myschief it was her!"

Anakron stopped laughing and scowled.

The Barrow Wight took a magnifying glass from the inside of his cloak and began examining the new body that was slowly coming out of Smilog's head. There was now all but the legs out, meaning that it was so heavy that the Dwarf had to sit down. "I say," said the Wight, "this is quite the odd thing, what - what?"

Thump. The body fell out and began squirming on the floor. It soon rose itself up and said, "Good evening gents'" it spun around and then exploded in a puff of smoke. The Barrow Wight said something inaudible. Smilog stood up and shook himself from head to tow. Stomping forth he approached Skittles with a face that would turn new milk. Skittles ignored him.

All of a sudden, the dwarf tripped over and landed flat on his face. As he did so, a boot fell off his foot and flew into the air, hitting a chandelier. A candle in it wobbled and fell down, hitting passing pidgin which had hopped into Mount Zoom out of curiosity. Squawking like a maniac, the Pidgin flew around in flames. Smilog got up and tried to hit the thing with his axe, yet it was too fast for him. Eventually he swung his axe with all his might and it connected with the flaming bird which was sent straight into Anakron's chest.

"A six!" cried The Barrow Wight, "jolly good show! Have you considered playing cricket?" Anakron stood still as the flames licked up his robe. He looked upon the Dwarf who was laughing with The Barrow Wight about the prospect of a cricket career. Finlay Anakron sighed and shook his staff at the Dwarf muttering some words.

Ten minuets later Smilog awoke in the middle of a quagmire. The stench of it nearly knocked him down with his nose held. In the distance, he could see the top of Mount Zoom, smoke still pouring from the top. Swearing, he got up and plodded in the general direction of the Mountain.
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"Now that was uncalled for!" cried The Barrow Wight, "I know the little blighter can be a tad annoying and he did set you on fire and ignore you for no real reason and he did-" he considered his own words for a moment. "Well, perhaps it was called for then." Anakron nodded.

10-08-2006, 01:49 PM	#3
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	"What's that?" asked Tollin, pointing at Smilog's head where the head and shoulders of another form was now protruding. The Dwarf grunted and started to walk on. "What is it?" pressed the Minotaur. "A helmet," said Smilog flatly. The Barrow Wight came up to him and whacked the extra head with his pipe. It did not react. Smilog now noticed it. "Good grief!" he exclaimed, "how long has that been there?" Tollin glanced back at Anakron who was laughing slightly. "I know who is to blame for this," Smilog continued as an arm began to grow, "Skittles. If there ever was a worker of myschief it was her!" Anakron stopped laughing and scowled. The Barrow Wight took a magnifying glass from the inside of his cloak and began examining the new body that was slowly coming out of Smilog's head. There was now all but the legs out, meaning that it was so heavy that the Dwarf had to sit down. "I say," said the Wight, "this is quite the odd thing, what - what?" Thump. The body fell out and began squirming on the floor. It soon rose itself up and said, "Good evening gents'" it spun around and then exploded in a puff of smoke. The Barrow Wight said something inaudible. Smilog stood up and shook himself from head to tow. Stomping forth he approached Skittles with a face that would turn new milk. Skittles ignored him. All of a sudden, the dwarf tripped over and landed flat on his face. As he did so, a boot fell off his foot and flew into the air, hitting a chandelier. A candle in it wobbled and fell down, hitting passing pidgin which had hopped into Mount Zoom out of curiosity. Squawking like a maniac, the Pidgin flew around in flames. Smilog got up and tried to hit the thing with his axe, yet it was too fast for him. Eventually he swung his axe with all his might and it connected with the flaming bird which was sent straight into Anakron's chest. "A six!" cried The Barrow Wight, "jolly good show! Have you considered playing cricket?" Anakron stood still as the flames licked up his robe. He looked upon the Dwarf who was laughing with The Barrow Wight about the prospect of a cricket career. Finlay Anakron sighed and shook his staff at the Dwarf muttering some words. Ten minuets later Smilog awoke in the middle of a quagmire. The stench of it nearly knocked him down with his nose held. In the distance, he could see the top of Mount Zoom, smoke still pouring from the top. Swearing, he got up and plodded in the general direction of the Mountain. __ "Now that was uncalled for!" cried The Barrow Wight, "I know the little blighter can be a tad annoying and he did set you on fire and ignore you for no real reason and he did-" he considered his own words for a moment. "Well, perhaps it was called for then." Anakron nodded. Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 10-08-2006 at 02:06 PM.

10-06-2006, 07:16 PM	#1
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Anakron raised his Sylvestrian staff, much to the interest of Hissyfit, and said, "Konvay!" at the bliddy Dwarf who was suddenly beset by a bad but very suitable case (he was after all a Dwarf) of nepotISM. Satisfied, Anakron turned away and watched the Minotaur and Barrow Wight, to see if they would incur his wrath. "I say, old chap," rattled the boney Barrow Wight, "lot of rubbish about 'isms', what?" "The dweomer does as it does," Anakron replied. "Where's your girlfriend?" asked Skittles. "Did you hit her with fetishism? Hissyfit! Come here and leave Sylvester alone!" She watched the cat with apparent fascination. "I don't care if he keeps on lisping at you!" Anakron raised an eyebrow and consciously ignored the warmistress, distracting himself by the entertainment of the Dwarf who was apparently growing sons from his forehead. "Oucht!" cried the Minotaur. "That hath to hurth!"

10-07-2006, 09:24 AM	#2
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Igor watched in amusement at the interaction between Anakron and Smilog, happily twirling his newly mended eye round and round in his head and seeing what he could see, though he quickly discovered that the inside of his eye socket was not something even he wished to see. Spinning himself around rather than his eye he took in his surroundings, able to see them with double vision for the first time ever. Although, he mused, that could simply be from the concussion the staff had left him with. Wincing he tuned back in to the conversation, belatedly realising that he was not the only one to have been ISMed today as he noted the small figures growing out of Smilog. It seemed that Anakron was in full konveyor mode and Igor wondered what he'd do to Skittles and Hissyfit if they didn't stop arguing behind him. AbsenteeISM perhaps.