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"What was that all about?" Mirhandrax asked Purrzhon.
"The scawn thinks if it is killed by a Sleeth, it reincarnates as a Sleeth," Purrzhon said.
"I know that," Mirhandrax said impatiently. "I meant about that tentacled scawn. Why were you asking after her?"
"We go to the strongroom now," Purrzhon said.
"I noticed you were very interested in what other monsters were here when you were interrogating the bandit," Mirhandrax continued from his perch on Trust's shoulder. "I'd assumed you were looking for other potential threats. Does this scawn pose a threat somehow?"
Purrzhon stalked down the corridor, the lone green stripe in his fur vivid against the black. We all hurried after him.
"Then how is she important?" Mirhandrax asked.
Purrzhon pawed open a door and poured down the stairwell beyond without answering.
Mirhandrax's feathers all ruffled up and he jumped from Trust's shoulder to mine because Trust was falling behind Nightbloom and I. Trust was keeping pace with Faefen. Outcast was a little ahead of them. Outcast and Faefen were coming along with us because they didn't have anywhere else to be (other than Outcast maybe jumping off the branch after his lost love I guess) and we didn't have any place else to put them.
"Purrzhon," Mirhandrax clucked, "if there's something significant about this monster, you need to tell -- "
Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by Purrzhon whipping around on the word 'need'. The Sleeth reared up on two legs and planted his big black paws against my shoulder, leaning forward to shove his muzzle in Mirhandrax's face. "No," he snarled ferociously. "I am the Sleeth who hires all of you! You work for me! I am not the one needing to do anything! When you are the pocker who hires me, maybe then I do what you tell me! But right now you are the tasty tasty snack treat and you are not liking what I do if you keep ordering me as if I am the omega Cani!"
Mirhandrax did not look the least bit intimidated as he glared back at Purrzhon. For a moment I was worried he was going to peck Purrzhon's eye out or something.
"Please don't fight <\3," Trust whimpered from behind Outcast. "I don't have that much cley left."
Mirhandrax made a little warble that might've been a pocker sigh. Or a growl. Purrzhon snorted and dropped to all fours to pad down the stairs.
Re-Supply
Before we went all the way down to the strongroom, we stopped back at the kitchen to get some of Mirhandrax's stuff. Most of it except for the bound spells and the metal had turned into a pocker with Mirhandrax. No one else could use his armor but Mirhandrax wanted his bound spells back and Outcast wanted to borrow the Gormorror's great axe.
"You can use it?" Mirhandrax warbled.
"You can lift it?" I asked.
Outcast hefted it in both hands. He braced it on his shoulder for a moment to open the kitchen's preserving cabinet, then swung the axe experimentally down on a side of guntry hanging inside it. A slab of sliced meat fell to the floor. "Yes."
"Then you may borrow it," Mirhandrax said as Outcast cleaned the blade with a kitchen rag. The Orren borrowed Mirhandrax's shield and his not-so-great axe too, in case there wasn't room enough to use the great axe effectively.
Then finally we descended to finish off the bandits. Or try to at least! Except Faefen's father, that is. She came with us to point him out to us or ask him to surrender or warn him or something. She was just a little Cani so she wasn't going to be fighting.
Right. Onwards!
"What was that all about?" Mirhandrax asked Purrzhon.
"The scawn thinks if it is killed by a Sleeth, it reincarnates as a Sleeth," Purrzhon said.
"I know that," Mirhandrax said impatiently. "I meant about that tentacled scawn. Why were you asking after her?"
"We go to the strongroom now," Purrzhon said.
"I noticed you were very interested in what other monsters were here when you were interrogating the bandit," Mirhandrax continued from his perch on Trust's shoulder. "I'd assumed you were looking for other potential threats. Does this scawn pose a threat somehow?"
Purrzhon stalked down the corridor, the lone green stripe in his fur vivid against the black. We all hurried after him.
"Then how is she important?" Mirhandrax asked.
Purrzhon pawed open a door and poured down the stairwell beyond without answering.
Mirhandrax's feathers all ruffled up and he jumped from Trust's shoulder to mine because Trust was falling behind Nightbloom and I. Trust was keeping pace with Faefen. Outcast was a little ahead of them. Outcast and Faefen were coming along with us because they didn't have anywhere else to be (other than Outcast maybe jumping off the branch after his lost love I guess) and we didn't have any place else to put them.
"Purrzhon," Mirhandrax clucked, "if there's something significant about this monster, you need to tell -- "
Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by Purrzhon whipping around on the word 'need'. The Sleeth reared up on two legs and planted his big black paws against my shoulder, leaning forward to shove his muzzle in Mirhandrax's face. "No," he snarled ferociously. "I am the Sleeth who hires all of you! You work for me! I am not the one needing to do anything! When you are the pocker who hires me, maybe then I do what you tell me! But right now you are the tasty tasty snack treat and you are not liking what I do if you keep ordering me as if I am the omega Cani!"
Mirhandrax did not look the least bit intimidated as he glared back at Purrzhon. For a moment I was worried he was going to peck Purrzhon's eye out or something.
"Please don't fight <\3," Trust whimpered from behind Outcast. "I don't have that much cley left."
Mirhandrax made a little warble that might've been a pocker sigh. Or a growl. Purrzhon snorted and dropped to all fours to pad down the stairs.
Re-Supply
Before we went all the way down to the strongroom, we stopped back at the kitchen to get some of Mirhandrax's stuff. Most of it except for the bound spells and the metal had turned into a pocker with Mirhandrax. No one else could use his armor but Mirhandrax wanted his bound spells back and Outcast wanted to borrow the Gormorror's great axe.
"You can use it?" Mirhandrax warbled.
"You can lift it?" I asked.
Outcast hefted it in both hands. He braced it on his shoulder for a moment to open the kitchen's preserving cabinet, then swung the axe experimentally down on a side of guntry hanging inside it. A slab of sliced meat fell to the floor. "Yes."
"Then you may borrow it," Mirhandrax said as Outcast cleaned the blade with a kitchen rag. The Orren borrowed Mirhandrax's shield and his not-so-great axe too, in case there wasn't room enough to use the great axe effectively.
Then finally we descended to finish off the bandits. Or try to at least! Except Faefen's father, that is. She came with us to point him out to us or ask him to surrender or warn him or something. She was just a little Cani so she wasn't going to be fighting.
Right. Onwards!
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:52 pm (UTC)"You said we were hunting a Gornazzit."
"I said we were *searching for* a Gornazzit. I was going to ask it a question!"
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But heehee at 'not-so-great axe'. };)
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