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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Randy

“Bot bot botta!” Can you breathe in there? the man whispered to his hump. His eyes obscured by a floppy hat and a bristly mustache covering up most of his features . The man hobbled forward figgiting with his kain.
“Are you sure this is safe?” the hump retorted “what better way to bluff information out of a town then to be totally over conspicuous. Besides if the Jericans. Suspect me of something odd were most likely to have a rather obscure encounter.”
“But its hot!”
“Well you got to ware that armor the last thing I need is to have you get backstabbed while your watching my back.”
The hump shuffled in agreeance. Besides with that display we did in that hollow of a town, little kids for miles will remember the name of Carnigin the magnificent!”
The hump sat and stated nothing. “Oh, some on you now you liked the show… don’t make me tickle you.”
Lost in thought Tamitha was a little perplexed that instead of dealing with the deadly of the dead they put on a little puppet show about jerican, R.: “Now kids this play is about jerican Who knows about jerican, you there with the yellow jaket. What do you know about the jerican?”
Tamitha began to scream stop it as the monstrous tickles attacked from below, but saw some on comers and muffled a “howdydado” the adult waving passingly as the little boy stared mesmerized by the display of the old man and his talking hump. “Come on Henry we need to go to market.” The mother jided unaware of the experience.
“so wait were not staying in town?”
“Not one lick my dear.”
“hmmm” then passing a sign saying west port. “wait Westport is that way!”
“well my dear, were looking for jericans.”
“Aren’t they in Westport?”
“oh yes a whole slew. Mighty deadly from what I gather.”
“then why?”
“well if the mighty Bartholomew has spies in every city. Even the tiniest of tine’s ”
“yes”
“well then there should be less jerican in a really tiny thrope. Meaning less effort to get more information and less people to interigate.”
Now done with the little town and ready to head off to an even littler town for a bigger adventure our heroes walk off into the reseeding sunset.
“… Randy.”
“Yah”
“ I’m hungry.”
“Gack! I just fed you this morning!”

3 comments:

  1. LOL with my shirt off, doing a belly dance. I do love your bright writing style Luke... or Leto. I try to go for touching and it ends up in a blood bath. I try for humor and it turns out to be darker and wierder then a Tim Burton movie. My hair goes off to you my boy.

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  2. He can't help it, it comes naturally and sometimes can be annoying, but this isn't bad.

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  3. yes, he is very good with words, if only he could spell them...lol. jk, we still love you.

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