OOC: I don't even want to know where that's going.

"Well, I'm not a flitting shadow like ninja girl over there, so the only way you're getting me up to Exmoore is with a catapult."

"Good point," said Argriv leaning beside the dwarf. "I'm not to lithe myself."

OOC:

*lithe.

BIC:

"Oh, watch out behind you!" Alka said as a zombie approached from behind Yuniko. She stabbed it neatly in the eyes and cut its throat out before moving on to the next one. Alka casually chopped its head in half as it hit the ground and looked around.

"Shouldn't the wizard be doing something now?"

Exmoore gasped between the blows. "He....he.....he....said...." then he finally slumped dead.

***

The last of the necrontyr shrieked in their agony. Then all the flesh and bones collapsed. And became quite very stinky.


Kal coughed against the stench and said, "Hey Kishan, you alive?"

"His blood is purple. And it's all over my sword. Oh, and I got the 'Arlequin."

The frying pan was tossed down, followed by Kishan.

Kal shuddered and said, "Let's get out of here before the next heir shows up. I personally want to avoid that nightmare."

Mentally, Kal locked down various sites in his mind and tried to figure out the best plausible course. They were near the shadowed mountains....

"Grab what you need, we're going to visit the Dark Elves. And don't mind that we go through one of the accident sites."

An accident site was where the northen realms and southern realms never met. Basically, it was unformed and prone to any manner of things to come out.

Last time Kal had been there, he'd been captured and almost barbequed by a set of pink rabbits dressed in green gay (as in homo-sexual. Tight crotch and stuff, with the feather) wood elf impersanations. It wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat.


Kal looked outside, then walked onto a hill. He could already see a tiny flit. "Oh shit. How the hell does he react so damn fast? HEADS UP! MARAUDERS! GET MOVING, LEAVE WHAT YOU DON'T NEED!"

Here we go again...

Alka slung his axe up again and moved over to Kishan, pointing to the Harlequin.

"Don't lose that."

Grey came charging past them all, now running from the marauders.

Argriv didn't need to be told twice. He ran. <I seem to be doing that alot> he mused. "Kal? What are Marauders?"

"Not that damn horse again..."

"We aren't fighting. There's at least a legion out there. We don't fight, we run. We run like little scared sissies. To the Shadowed Mountains, and the Dark Elves."