(Squeaky Squeak...Clubdud Da Ogre 9/13/00) GRIFFIN!!MEAT!!!!Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud....thud.....thud..........thud..............thud....................thud.................thud (da ogre stops chasing yon griffin and begins massaging his scalp with a gnarled finger) WAIT, ME NO WANT EAT....ME WANT TO SQUEAKY SQUEAK!!Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud....(back to the shrub with our gangly hero) WHEW! pant, pant ME AT SHRUB! SHRUB, MEET CLUBDUB!!!!HAR! HAR! HAR! WHAT? WAT DIS? AAAHHH, FAE FOLK!! TWO OF DEM! SQUEAKY SQUEAK FOR HAND ONE......AND HAND TWO!! HAR! HAR! HAR! SSSSSHHHHHH! CLUBDUB BE QUIET NOW! (at this point, passive reader of sorts, imagine a 10 foot man-beast wearing nuthin' but a skin of a long dead animal attempting to quietly ahem get down on all fours, as it were, and begin "sneaking" through the crowded undergrowth of the forest floor towards two all-so-suspecting fae folk) HAR! HAR! HAR! THIS GOIN BE GOOD! SQUEAKY SQUEAK! SQUEAK SQUEAK! HAR! HA-SHHHH! THERE BE THEY! (as the ever-so-lovely Vina and Tember stand about discussing acorns and the fertility of trees, the leering juggernaut is suddenly upon them!) HAND ONE SQUEAKY SQUEAK YOU! AND HAND TWO SQUEAKY SQUEAK OTHER YOU! (as this decree assaults the delicate fae ears, two gargantuan hands reveal the cracks of their palms in remarkably crisp detail as they descend in rapid velocity towards the rapt, upturned gazes of perhaps-not-so-soon-to-be-oh-so-lovely Vina and Tember)
(Sounds--From Beyond... The Sable One 9/13/00) Amidst the festivities within the Boubliwae, The Sable Summoner hears sounds which begin to crawl under his skin and make their way to his dryed-up peach pit he mistakes for a brain. Actually, he first detects a noticeably unpleasant odor with his rather large probiscus (that's 'nose' by the way - just to clear up any unintended misunderstandings) Ahem. "Hey Groon, did you fart?", ponders The Sable One with an 'air' of solemnity that, given the nature of the query, seems largely misplaced. There came not a response. "Groon, I said did yo- - Groon?" Groon, it seems, has buggered off without The Sable One's peach pit being notified. "Yrrgghh..." quoth the The Sable One. "Supposin' me should be about findin' the small and ignoble lil' bloke. Now, if me were a Groon, where would me be a-puttin me sorry self?" Such were the thoughts of The Sable One as he began to look.... Now then, getting back to the beginning of ye olde story, THIS is where the 'sounds from beyond' begin to take hold of The Sable One's interest. Now he is torn. (That sounds painful...) Should he investigate the 'sounds from beyond' or continue his search for a postule of a faerie by the name of Groon? Stay tuned for the The Sable One's weighty decision and the consequences of Groon's inconspicuous absence....
(Continuing Saga II, Vina 9/14/00) Not all faeries live to be old souls. Some meet with untimely demise. Others bite. This is what vina chose to do when she found herself in such a predicament. Breathless, and rapidly ascending towards the heavens in the clutches of a massive ogre, she bit down hard with her sharp teeth. This surprised Clubdub, as she had actually managed to draw blood and even removed a hair or three. In this moment of confusion he shook his stinging hand violently, releasing vina who was thrust to the ground. Tember was also hurled downward as the giant beast, forgetting the squeaky squeak began to clean his wound. Clubdub was, of course, more surprised and angry than hurt, and began stamping the ground and making a dreadful noise !!THUD!THUD!THUD!HORRID FAERIES! ME SQUEAK ALL! THUD!THUD! WHA? WHERE FAERIES?THUD! Poor Clubdub. Very massive and powerful he was, but quick of mind body he was not. And what of vina and Tember? They had narrowly escaped, hadn't they?.....
(Continuing Saga II Tember 9/14/00) Dark it was in the hollow twisted old tree that our two tiny winged friends managed to scamper into, quite invisibly to the still raging ClubDub. A tingling sensation began to commence in their tiny wings. Finally, the spell from the trust invoking wing pat was being lifted. "Nice teeth, Vina!" Tember panted, still barely able to breath from their near demise. "Been chewing on some whirlie bark haven't ye?""Ay - after every meal - keeps them strong and brite", replied Vina punctuating with a robust "chomp chomp". "So - afore we were so rudely interrupted you were about to school me in the magical workings of my new prized acorn." Tember hestitates. "The time is of limit. I shall teach ye lessons anon. We cannot wile away the hours in wait of the vile beast to give up his search. Ogres have a good nose for their sup." Hmmm....a cunning plan for the wee Tember or a stall to keep her glamour secrets to herself? Dear reader, only time will reveal just how generous a faerie Tember truly is. "My wings are feeling anew. Swiftly dart past the beast. I do believe we can try." Vina smoothes her dress to prepare for a lovely exit - much more elegant than their entrance. Vina spies Tember on hands and knees scratching at the floor of the tree and looking all the more frustrated for her search. "Child of the most blessed fae - there is no time to hunt for morsels to satisfy a rubbling tummy!" Without looking up Tember retorts, "Vina - that is not my tummy your delicate ears have detected! I do appraise that it is the beastly breath of our simple-minded scavenger. He draws nearer to our enclosure." Tember still searches the floor with stalwart determination. "Silly fae - your attention would be greatly appreciated at such a crucial moment as this." Vina is losing patience with the preoccupied Tember. "Ah hah! Sticks and stones have I found to hurl out in the distance to act as a decoy and aid our escape." "Why not just use an acorn?" "Because HE is not worth IT!!" Tember raises up a stone too large for her feeble body to master and hurles it right.....over........ClubDub's...............he-.......Oops!! BONK AAAARRRRGH WHAT TINY PEBBLE HA HA HA SNIFF SNIFF ARRRRRRRR IT CAME FROM.........THERE