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Bêthberry · 07-17-2004, 11:10 AM

Darash snorted the foul air out of her nostrils as the blinding cloud was lifted, to show the malevolent creatures dangling in front of them. Then she watched as everyone seemed to disperse, the dwarf to run madly into the midst of the beasts, to be pulled away by one of the elves. Lyshka at her side swung a blade into a creature and its black blook spewed forth. Raeis was shaking Jordo, trying to get him to move.

"Anansi si-lay-na, si-lay-na-bom," Darash spoke aloud, in defiance of the trickster god she knew from her people's tales. She looked quickly around and then called out, "Ray--iss, Lysskah, Grrash, come, see, heylph." Then, without waiting for them to reply, she acted, hoping they would understand what she was doing.

With one hand, she grabbed Grash's arm, pulling his torch closer to her. Then she opened one of the dried gourds she had taken from the orcs, showing a yellowish clumps of soft rock.

"Surverah, surverah," she said, and held her nose while pointing to the dangling creatures who were gaining on them.

Then Darash pointed to her sword and knife and to the torch and to the rocks, while pulling the cloth orc tunic she wore underneath the leather jerkin. She began to rip it into pieces, then wrapped one about her face, covering her nose and mouth. She gave strips to Lyshka, and Grash, two to Raeis.

"Fashtah, fashtah," she insisted, taking the second one from Raeis and tying it around Jordo's mouth. Lyshka began to understand what Darash wanted, and began tearing more cloths for face masks and handing them out.

Once Darash had her mask in place, she stuck a lump of the soft yellow surverah on the sword Raeis had given her. She held the rock close to Grash's torch and suddenly the rock flared, emitting a terrible stench. Then Darash walked forth into the creatures, swinging the flaming sword in their faces, twirling the smoke around them. As she did so, the creatures began to spasm, twitching, and then slowly they rocked back and forth on their strands, hanging dead. As Darsh moved forward, she held one hand over her face, turned away from the flaming sword, to warn the others that the smoke could poison them also.

Lysha and Raeis, their faces covered, understood what to do. They grabbed more of the yellow sulverah from Darash's gourd, impaled it on their weapons, and flamed them next to Grash's torch. Slowly they, too, moved out among the clicking, deadly creatures.

07-17-2004, 11:10 AM	#21
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,002	To mine a volcano Darash snorted the foul air out of her nostrils as the blinding cloud was lifted, to show the malevolent creatures dangling in front of them. Then she watched as everyone seemed to disperse, the dwarf to run madly into the midst of the beasts, to be pulled away by one of the elves. Lyshka at her side swung a blade into a creature and its black blook spewed forth. Raeis was shaking Jordo, trying to get him to move. "Anansi si-lay-na, si-lay-na-bom," Darash spoke aloud, in defiance of the trickster god she knew from her people's tales. She looked quickly around and then called out, "Ray--iss, Lysskah, Grrash, come, see, heylph." Then, without waiting for them to reply, she acted, hoping they would understand what she was doing. With one hand, she grabbed Grash's arm, pulling his torch closer to her. Then she opened one of the dried gourds she had taken from the orcs, showing a yellowish clumps of soft rock. "Surverah, surverah," she said, and held her nose while pointing to the dangling creatures who were gaining on them. Then Darash pointed to her sword and knife and to the torch and to the rocks, while pulling the cloth orc tunic she wore underneath the leather jerkin. She began to rip it into pieces, then wrapped one about her face, covering her nose and mouth. She gave strips to Lyshka, and Grash, two to Raeis. "Fashtah, fashtah," she insisted, taking the second one from Raeis and tying it around Jordo's mouth. Lyshka began to understand what Darash wanted, and began tearing more cloths for face masks and handing them out. Once Darash had her mask in place, she stuck a lump of the soft yellow surverah on the sword Raeis had given her. She held the rock close to Grash's torch and suddenly the rock flared, emitting a terrible stench. Then Darash walked forth into the creatures, swinging the flaming sword in their faces, twirling the smoke around them. As she did so, the creatures began to spasm, twitching, and then slowly they rocked back and forth on their strands, hanging dead. As Darsh moved forward, she held one hand over her face, turned away from the flaming sword, to warn the others that the smoke could poison them also. Lysha and Raeis, their faces covered, understood what to do. They grabbed more of the yellow sulverah from Darash's gourd, impaled it on their weapons, and flamed them next to Grash's torch. Slowly they, too, moved out among the clicking, deadly creatures.