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Chapter 7 Syria; Or how I learned to love my fragmented mind.
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And so we return to our beloved Scout Fry and my husband who's jaw is still on the ground. This young looking girl with her long perfect mane of silver hair, her tight form fitting outfits, her perfectly shaped and perky.ok wait I'm getting too descriptive. Any way, Fry was nonetheless, surprised by the fact that this girl that he had fallen head over heels for was 32.8571428571428 times his age. Talk about robbing the cradle.
Regardless, of the massive difference in age, the two of them where highly drawn to each other. So, after finally coming out of his state of shock, Sevet proceeded to kiss Fry and such which is really none of your nosy business. Unfortunately for Fry, there was a third party involved in this display of passion, and once again poor Fry found himself being slammed into a tree.again.
"Sevet, I am tired of your childish antics! We have enough trouble without your lust for a common wood elf!" spoke Syria, standing erect her purple hair blowing in the breeze haloed by a fiery red aura.
Almost immediately, the aura and the purple hair of Syria faded returning to that of Sevet's persona.
"Who asked you what you think! I have been under your heel for 444 years!!! So if I want to show some sign of life to a common runty pathetic wood elf- "
"Hey!" Cried Fry, who's feeling where being quickly being dashed.
"Oh, no Fry. I didn't mean it like that." Sevet cooed and moved beside him and kissed him on the forehead and immediately poor Fry caught in the middle was tossed into yet another tree.
"These childish loins driven antics are unraveling all our years of work! I won't be forced to stay in this cursed plane longer then necessary because you cannot keep your pants on! The second, you allow this.boy to interfere with my plans, I will destroy him on the spot!" With that the fiery persona of Syria vanished, leaving Fry emotional dashed and physically sore and Sevet distraught and somewhat hopeful by this ultimatum. At least Syria would allow her this freedom.
She smiled momentarily and then remembered that she had a lot to clue Fry in on. She walked up to the dented tree that fry was lying under and started to cradle him. He was of course apprehensive, but his concern quickly faded when she began to speak.
"I'm really sorry about all that Fry. As you have found out, I am not all that I appear to be. You see the person before you is the Sevet that you know and have fallen in love with, the one who has been slamming you around is Syria."
"Who is she?"
"To be honest, I do not completely know, she has never revealed all of that too me. What I do know, is that she is the last of a great and powerful race and that she is trapped in another plane of existence, fighting to return to Norrath, her home."
Fry thought about this for a while, then asked the inevitable question.well it wasn't really a question the way he said it, if you are going to be Teacher of Common about it.
"Four.hundred and sixty?"
"Yes.well no..I'm 460, if you think about my lifespan in the passing of the seasons. My physical age in terms of my body at the time, I was first inhabited by Syria then I am 16. One of the 'benefits' of being joined with Syria is that I will never age until she is separate from my mind and body."
"Why does she need you?"
"Protection mostly."
"Protection...riiiiiiiight"
"Hehe, silly. Sure her abilities are powerful, but she is limited to amount of energy she can exert and maintain control of my body in order to utilize it. When her stamina runs out, she is defenseless and would succumb to Norrath's resistance. She is not totally stuck in the alter plane, she can materialize here in her own form, but she would run out of energy quickly and be wiped from Norrath without a corporeal 'anchor' to-"
She stopped her explanation as Fry was giving her a blank stare.
"umm..lets just leave it at that, she needs my body in order to affect anything upon Norrath and for protection from being sent to the spirit world. Okay?"
"umm.I guess..How did you first-"
"Become blended with her?"
"Yes."
"Well..it's a long story Fry."
"Do tell, I could stay her for the rest of my life" He smiled greatly, being that his head was resting peacefully against her chest.
"I don't doubt it.. Let's see 444 years ago-"
----------------------------- Life has its interesting quirks; one of them is how history tends to repeat. It was dark and stormy that night, but not so much dark as it was stormy...but why nit pick. Sevet sat high upon the tower, her cloak drenched in rain. She was watching the patterns of the guards below, she was on her 'prentice trial. Her final test before she considered a Shadow of Innorouk.
She leapt of the tower, dashing from shadow to shadow. Moving in, she silenced the guard blocking the entrance with a few key strikes to pressure points. Easy as pie. The interior of Nocturne Castle was just as easy, only a few guards easily distracted or rendered unconscious.
Sevet giggled at how easy this was, maybe she had become too good. She liked this thought, soon enough she came into the throne room of the castle. It was dark and damp and smelled of mold... when some one would get the lamps and the hole in the roof fixed was any ones guess. She closed her eyes for a moment and let them readjust to the pitch-blackness of the room, when she opened the room was bright as daylight but only a little blue though. There it was dead in the center of the room on a pedestal, the royal scepter. Her mission was complete.
The pedestal seemed innocent enough, but just in case she inspected it for hidden booby traps. Only one a simple pressure switch; easily disarmed with a dagger. So done she removed the scepter.
She hurriedly stuffed it in her pouch and started to leave the castle, only to find that the floor was no longer there. One hundred feet later, she found herself in some kind of smelly pit. The pit itself shrank into a long tunnel above her, which then expand into the throne room, unfortunately the tunnel was 30 feet above her and even if she could have reached it, the tunnel was mirror smooth nothing to get a grip on to climb out, she was trapped..
"How pathetic" A voice called from above, it was her instructor and mentor. Oliv'a Cla'sof "My best student, falling for such an obvious trap...You deserve to rot." and without another word the tunnel closed, leaving Sevet in the darkness for all eternity.. ---------------------
Hi it's me!!! I bet you are thinking the this is the end of the story.poor Sevet is going to die in smelly pit...don't be silly. Hehe. We already know she is going to survive, but the question is how? She is trapped beneath Nocturne Castle, the only exit sealed, no light, no food no water, air slowly becoming thin and unbreathable. Seems hopeless doesn't it? Well if Sevet wasn't extraordinarily lucky and occasionally very ill tempered it may have been. Lucky because Nocturne Castle and in fact Neriak itself was built upon the ruins of ancient city was inhabited by the long since extinct Anxehfan. The ancestors to the various froglok and goblin clans that inhabit the Norrath.
Of course Sevet didn't know this, nor would she have really cared, not that one can blame her. This brings up Sevet's temper, she was so angry about this whole mess and how she had fallen into to such a simple trap, that she flung the useless scepter she had pilfered and it just so happened to strike a very flimsy section of wall. --------------------
The wall across from Sevet disintegrated as the scepter collided with it. As she recovered from wheezing and hocking up the dust that filled the small pit, she stumbled into the new section that lay before her. It was awe inspiring, magnificent, intricate decorations abound, it was ...really, really, really...... tiny. Barely even the size of closest, but none the less it was awe inspiring ...mainly that a person could actually fit in the room to create the decorations...well anyway... In the center of the room was a very beautiful ornate staff. It seemed so majestic, it called to Sevet , it drew her. Obviously ignoring the lesson that got her here in the first place, she grabbed hold of the staff.
Energy poured through her, images of a time long ago flashed one after another in her mind, so much and all at once it was overwhelming. There was too much for her to process right then, and even after 400 years she does not understand it all, but what was crystal clear was this. This staff was no ordinary carving; it was an item of power. The mythical Staff of the Anxehfan, and with it it brought two things to whom ever laid hands upon it. The awesome ability to bring forth the demon beast of the Anxehfan: O'ni and the curse of everlasting penance for wielding this magical beast.
It was the magic that could bring for this type of beast, that had destroyed the Anxehfan, but interestingly it was also this magic that could resurrect them. Simply by.well that isn't important. The curse that was placed upon Sevet was the punishment, to be the corporal bind for the last priestess of the Anxehfan. Syria. In time Syria could bring back, the splintered goblin and froglok tribes and restore them too there true heritage! All she had to do was take the staff and.. oh well you don't really need to know all that.
And so Syria and Sevet were bonded for only short period of time, once Syria's simple task was complete Sevet would be free....now we flash forward 400 years to the present, were Sevet is still possessed and Fry going home to report on events in Neriak. ------------------------
"Fry...are you sure we are going the right way?"
"Positive!"
"You know it's funny..I don't remember a desert being on the path to Freeport..."
"It's a short cut."
"Riiiiiiight..."
"It is!!"
"Suuure it is..."
"Me's like desert! especially Mama's icey pwickle bat crunchies with fwissshy scales!!!! MMMMMMMMMMM"
"Eeeew...ugh..My stomach...ugh..now I am hot, sick and lost!!!"
"Don't worry! We will in Freeport in no time!! Trust me!!!"
Three hours later..
"We're lost!! Admit it!!"
"We are not lost! I know exactly where we are"
"Where are we then?"
"In the middle of the desert....."
"ugh....I was better of buried underneath Neriak... We are probably going to be baked alive, or robbed by bandits! Why didn't you bring a map!!"
"Because I have a great since of direction! Don't worry nothing is going to happen, we are the only ones around for miles!! So no worries about bandits!!"
"I wouldn't say that elf!" an unseen squeaky voice said
"Huh?" All three said in unison looking around for the voice.
"Down here!!" The squeaky voice said angrily.
They looked down to see a tannish, yellow brownie staring up at them, brandishing a pointy but very miniscule dagger..
"Gimme all your money and maybe we will let you go!" it squeaked
"Not a chance! Beside what you going to do, poke us in the foot?" snickered Fry
"Yes!!!" the brownie replied stabbing fry in the foot with the tiny dagger.
"OWW!!! Why you little!!! Come here!!!" fry made a lunge for the Brownie, but it easily dodged and dashed a short distance away. Suddenly a mob of more brownies appeared behind it, at least 25 or more.
"One last time! Gimme your money or your going to get it or my name isn't Bob of Clan Pound Cake!!!!"
"Pound cake...hehe....haha!!" Fry giggled, Joe laughed as well also liking his lips he was hungry for some brownies....Only Sevet seemed scared.
"Um fry...remember Al'kabor's lab?"
A wave of memory raced across fry's face.... he quickly tossed them all the money he had.
"Too late! Elfie!! BROWNIE POWER!!!!!!" The clan of brownies began leaping on each other's shoulders forming a very large brownie pyramid and with a flash, there was a 30 foot tall brownie staring down at them...
Fry gazed up, blinked and screamed "RUN!!!!" not that h needed too, Joe and Sevet had already started running several sentences ago.. --------------------------
As I said before, life has its interesting quirks. As all this was transpiring, not to far away in a large camp of Dervish cutthroats, famed Ambassador from Neriak Dorn B'dynn was finalizing some plans with them about enlisting their support to help topple Freeport and Qeynos. They had just finished with all the hard cutthroat negotiating and were rounding the day off with a spot of tea and homemade biscuits.
"More sugar my good Orc?"
"Rah!" The orc responded with a nod taking a bite of biscuit.
"Bloody marvelous weather they have out here, it is so much nicer then the constant rain we are always having at home. Of course you may just see thing the exact opposite way, being out in the sun all the time."
"Va!" The Orc acceded, sipping his tea, three sugars, no cream with pinkie extended.
Dorn set his tea down and pondered how well things where going when suddenly his cupped jumped.
"My word! It is rather unseemly to be having an earthquake in this part of the world.!" The cup jumped some more and then settled down.
"Possibly just a little tremor."
"Cra!"
At that moment, there was the sound of screaming, coming towards and leaving the camp. The guards also joined the commotion and then the whole camp, and then it was deathly quiet once again, until Joe smashed through the tent Knocking over Dorn, the Orc leader and the tea table and continued on through..
"By the gods! I wonder what that chap was in such a fuss about?" the ground resumed shaking. As Dorn got up and cleaned himself off, he happened to see a very large figure arising from the dune in front of him. The giant brownie crashed and stomped up and then down the dune heading straight toward the camp.
"Oh dear." Dorn said taking a last bit of tea from his cup, which amazingly even after being bowled over by Joe, had not spilled.
Sadly, this was the last time Ambassador Dorn was ever seen, discounting a very thin squishy blue pancake in the middle of the desert of Ro. Luckily for Freeport and Qeynos, this also meant that the planned invasion never came to pass. Quirks are what make life interesting. No?
But life wasn't done with Fry and his friends yet, also during all this Ping and Pong Fuzzlecutter. yes the same brothers that made the fireworks that princess Tyia stole from young Fry... were testing there newest invention.
centerThe Super Deluxe Omega Supreme Mail Cannon Mark 3!!!!!/center
Tthough there was never a Mark 1 or a Mark 2...3,just made it sound cooler.
Seeking to some how make ends meet after their fireworks business went sour, they had turned to various business prospects, but it wasn't until the Bardic mail carriers of Norrath lost Pong's mail order bride, that they decide to find a faster and more efficient system of mail delivery. Using their vast expertise with explosives, they devised a remarkable cannon that could fire large shells across vast distances. Utilizing a specially designed shell, they could literally shoot the mail across the world, and hopefully if all worked well. Pong could finally get his wife from BridesbyMail. "Dolling out marital bliss all Norrath 'round!!"
Of course there was one small problem, in their excitement to test the cannon, they had neglected to bring something e to be fired across the ocean to their sister site in Butcherblock.
"I'm not getting in that contraption!!"
"why not!! it's safe!"
"Hah!! Brother nothing is safe when you have laid your hands on it!"
"Of all the nerve!!!"
Fate certainly does smile upon Fry and the Fuzzlecutter brothers. At that moment, Fry, Sevet and Joe were running past the cannon, taking note that a cannon could very well be a useful tool against a 30 foot brownie. Fry stopped to ask the brothers if they could use the cannon to destroy the incoming brownie.
"Use our work as a weapon!!! Young elf, I do believe you have been hit on the head a few times!!! Use it as a weapon...honestly...This marvelous piece of work is the Fuzzlecutter Brothers
centerSuper Deluxe Omega Supreme Mail Cannon Mark 3!!!!/center
In a few short moments, we will be testing it and a new era will be ushered into Norrath!! Faster more reliable mail travel! Why with a little work, this lovely cannon could even replace sailing boats as a means of transportation!!!"
"Wow! really?"
"Yes really! With a just a few flip of the levers we can send anything as far away as Faydwer!!! All the way across the ocean!"
Fry thought about this for a few seconds. "Could it send three passengers now?"
"With a little calibration yes."
"Could it send us.Now?"
"Well maybe, but I would need some time and we really don't have it. So many preparations, it could take days! Not to mention that it hasn't even tested yet."
Fry getting very antsy about the fact that the giant brownie would be coming over the dune at any moment, whispered a special payment deal into Ping's ear in order to use the cannon to send them to Faydwer. Now."
"It's a deal!!! My young elven friend!"
Fry then whispered something into Sevet's ear. "IM NOT KISSING HIM!!"
"It's either that or get squished!!"
Fuming Sevet bent down and kissed Ping on the nose, making him blush brightly and in a short few moments Fry, Sevet and Joe were happily screaming on their way to Faydwer. Proud Pioneers of the new
centerSuper Deluxe Omega Supreme Mail Cannon Mark 3!!!!/center
"It worked!!" cheered Pong
"Yeah, I'm the man!!" cheered Ping more happy over the kiss, then the success of the cannon.
"Just wait till I tell Mildred...."
"doh!!!......Hey what is that thudding sound?"
----------------- End of Chapter 6!! ------------------
Chapter 7 Syria; Or how I learned to love my fragmented mind.
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And so we return to our beloved Scout Fry and my husband who's jaw is still on the ground. This young looking girl with her long perfect mane of silver hair, her tight form fitting outfits, her perfectly shaped and perky.ok wait I'm getting too descriptive. Any way, Fry was nonetheless, surprised by the fact that this girl that he had fallen head over heels for was 32.8571428571428 times his age. Talk about robbing the cradle.
Regardless, of the massive difference in age, the two of them where highly drawn to each other. So, after finally coming out of his state of shock, Sevet proceeded to kiss Fry and such which is really none of your nosy business. Unfortunately for Fry, there was a third party involved in this display of passion, and once again poor Fry found himself being slammed into a tree.again.
"Sevet, I am tired of your childish antics! We have enough trouble without your lust for a common wood elf!" spoke Syria, standing erect her purple hair blowing in the breeze haloed by a fiery red aura.
Almost immediately, the aura and the purple hair of Syria faded returning to that of Sevet's persona.
"Who asked you what you think! I have been under your heel for 444 years!!! So if I want to show some sign of life to a common runty pathetic wood elf- "
"Hey!" Cried Fry, who's feeling where being quickly being dashed.
"Oh, no Fry. I didn't mean it like that." Sevet cooed and moved beside him and kissed him on the forehead and immediately poor Fry caught in the middle was tossed into yet another tree.
"These childish loins driven antics are unraveling all our years of work! I won't be forced to stay in this cursed plane longer then necessary because you cannot keep your pants on! The second, you allow this.boy to interfere with my plans, I will destroy him on the spot!" With that the fiery persona of Syria vanished, leaving Fry emotional dashed and physically sore and Sevet distraught and somewhat hopeful by this ultimatum. At least Syria would allow her this freedom.
She smiled momentarily and then remembered that she had a lot to clue Fry in on. She walked up to the dented tree that fry was lying under and started to cradle him. He was of course apprehensive, but his concern quickly faded when she began to speak.
"I'm really sorry about all that Fry. As you have found out, I am not all that I appear to be. You see the person before you is the Sevet that you know and have fallen in love with, the one who has been slamming you around is Syria."
"Who is she?"
"To be honest, I do not completely know, she has never revealed all of that too me. What I do know, is that she is the last of a great and powerful race and that she is trapped in another plane of existence, fighting to return to Norrath, her home."
Fry thought about this for a while, then asked the inevitable question.well it wasn't really a question the way he said it, if you are going to be Teacher of Common about it.
"Four.hundred and sixty?"
"Yes.well no..I'm 460, if you think about my lifespan in the passing of the seasons. My physical age in terms of my body at the time, I was first inhabited by Syria then I am 16. One of the 'benefits' of being joined with Syria is that I will never age until she is separate from my mind and body."
"Why does she need you?"
"Protection mostly."
"Protection...riiiiiiiight"
"Hehe, silly. Sure her abilities are powerful, but she is limited to amount of energy she can exert and maintain control of my body in order to utilize it. When her stamina runs out, she is defenseless and would succumb to Norrath's resistance. She is not totally stuck in the alter plane, she can materialize here in her own form, but she would run out of energy quickly and be wiped from Norrath without a corporeal 'anchor' to-"
She stopped her explanation as Fry was giving her a blank stare.
"umm..lets just leave it at that, she needs my body in order to affect anything upon Norrath and for protection from being sent to the spirit world. Okay?"
"umm.I guess..How did you first-"
"Become blended with her?"
"Yes."
"Well..it's a long story Fry."
"Do tell, I could stay her for the rest of my life" He smiled greatly, being that his head was resting peacefully against her chest.
"I don't doubt it.. Let's see 444 years ago-"
----------------------------- Life has its interesting quirks; one of them is how history tends to repeat. It was dark and stormy that night, but not so much dark as it was stormy...but why nit pick. Sevet sat high upon the tower, her cloak drenched in rain. She was watching the patterns of the guards below, she was on her 'prentice trial. Her final test before she considered a Shadow of Innorouk.
She leapt of the tower, dashing from shadow to shadow. Moving in, she silenced the guard blocking the entrance with a few key strikes to pressure points. Easy as pie. The interior of Nocturne Castle was just as easy, only a few guards easily distracted or rendered unconscious.
Sevet giggled at how easy this was, maybe she had become too good. She liked this thought, soon enough she came into the throne room of the castle. It was dark and damp and smelled of mold... when some one would get the lamps and the hole in the roof fixed was any ones guess. She closed her eyes for a moment and let them readjust to the pitch-blackness of the room, when she opened the room was bright as daylight but only a little blue though. There it was dead in the center of the room on a pedestal, the royal scepter. Her mission was complete.
The pedestal seemed innocent enough, but just in case she inspected it for hidden booby traps. Only one a simple pressure switch; easily disarmed with a dagger. So done she removed the scepter.
She hurriedly stuffed it in her pouch and started to leave the castle, only to find that the floor was no longer there. One hundred feet later, she found herself in some kind of smelly pit. The pit itself shrank into a long tunnel above her, which then expand into the throne room, unfortunately the tunnel was 30 feet above her and even if she could have reached it, the tunnel was mirror smooth nothing to get a grip on to climb out, she was trapped..
"How pathetic" A voice called from above, it was her instructor and mentor. Oliv'a Cla'sof "My best student, falling for such an obvious trap...You deserve to rot." and without another word the tunnel closed, leaving Sevet in the darkness for all eternity.. ---------------------
Hi it's me!!! I bet you are thinking the this is the end of the story.poor Sevet is going to die in smelly pit...don't be silly. Hehe. We already know she is going to survive, but the question is how? She is trapped beneath Nocturne Castle, the only exit sealed, no light, no food no water, air slowly becoming thin and unbreathable. Seems hopeless doesn't it? Well if Sevet wasn't extraordinarily lucky and occasionally very ill tempered it may have been. Lucky because Nocturne Castle and in fact Neriak itself was built upon the ruins of ancient city was inhabited by the long since extinct Anxehfan. The ancestors to the various froglok and goblin clans that inhabit the Norrath.
Of course Sevet didn't know this, nor would she have really cared, not that one can blame her. This brings up Sevet's temper, she was so angry about this whole mess and how she had fallen into to such a simple trap, that she flung the useless scepter she had pilfered and it just so happened to strike a very flimsy section of wall. --------------------
The wall across from Sevet disintegrated as the scepter collided with it. As she recovered from wheezing and hocking up the dust that filled the small pit, she stumbled into the new section that lay before her. It was awe inspiring, magnificent, intricate decorations abound, it was ...really, really, really...... tiny. Barely even the size of closest, but none the less it was awe inspiring ...mainly that a person could actually fit in the room to create the decorations...well anyway... In the center of the room was a very beautiful ornate staff. It seemed so majestic, it called to Sevet , it drew her. Obviously ignoring the lesson that got her here in the first place, she grabbed hold of the staff.
Energy poured through her, images of a time long ago flashed one after another in her mind, so much and all at once it was overwhelming. There was too much for her to process right then, and even after 400 years she does not understand it all, but what was crystal clear was this. This staff was no ordinary carving; it was an item of power. The mythical Staff of the Anxehfan, and with it it brought two things to whom ever laid hands upon it. The awesome ability to bring forth the demon beast of the Anxehfan: O'ni and the curse of everlasting penance for wielding this magical beast.
It was the magic that could bring for this type of beast, that had destroyed the Anxehfan, but interestingly it was also this magic that could resurrect them. Simply by.well that isn't important. The curse that was placed upon Sevet was the punishment, to be the corporal bind for the last priestess of the Anxehfan. Syria. In time Syria could bring back, the splintered goblin and froglok tribes and restore them too there true heritage! All she had to do was take the staff and.. oh well you don't really need to know all that.
And so Syria and Sevet were bonded for only short period of time, once Syria's simple task was complete Sevet would be free....now we flash forward 400 years to the present, were Sevet is still possessed and Fry going home to report on events in Neriak. ------------------------
"Fry...are you sure we are going the right way?"
"Positive!"
"You know it's funny..I don't remember a desert being on the path to Freeport..."
"It's a short cut."
"Riiiiiiight..."
"It is!!"
"Suuure it is..."
"Me's like desert! especially Mama's icey pwickle bat crunchies with fwissshy scales!!!! MMMMMMMMMMM"
"Eeeew...ugh..My stomach...ugh..now I am hot, sick and lost!!!"
"Don't worry! We will in Freeport in no time!! Trust me!!!"
Three hours later..
"We're lost!! Admit it!!"
"We are not lost! I know exactly where we are"
"Where are we then?"
"In the middle of the desert....."
"ugh....I was better of buried underneath Neriak... We are probably going to be baked alive, or robbed by bandits! Why didn't you bring a map!!"
"Because I have a great since of direction! Don't worry nothing is going to happen, we are the only ones around for miles!! So no worries about bandits!!"
"I wouldn't say that elf!" an unseen squeaky voice said
"Huh?" All three said in unison looking around for the voice.
"Down here!!" The squeaky voice said angrily.
They looked down to see a tannish, yellow brownie staring up at them, brandishing a pointy but very miniscule dagger..
"Gimme all your money and maybe we will let you go!" it squeaked
"Not a chance! Beside what you going to do, poke us in the foot?" snickered Fry
"Yes!!!" the brownie replied stabbing fry in the foot with the tiny dagger.
"OWW!!! Why you little!!! Come here!!!" fry made a lunge for the Brownie, but it easily dodged and dashed a short distance away. Suddenly a mob of more brownies appeared behind it, at least 25 or more.
"One last time! Gimme your money or your going to get it or my name isn't Bob of Clan Pound Cake!!!!"
"Pound cake...hehe....haha!!" Fry giggled, Joe laughed as well also liking his lips he was hungry for some brownies....Only Sevet seemed scared.
"Um fry...remember Al'kabor's lab?"
A wave of memory raced across fry's face.... he quickly tossed them all the money he had.
"Too late! Elfie!! BROWNIE POWER!!!!!!" The clan of brownies began leaping on each other's shoulders forming a very large brownie pyramid and with a flash, there was a 30 foot tall brownie staring down at them...
Fry gazed up, blinked and screamed "RUN!!!!" not that h needed too, Joe and Sevet had already started running several sentences ago.. --------------------------
As I said before, life has its interesting quirks. As all this was transpiring, not to far away in a large camp of Dervish cutthroats, famed Ambassador from Neriak Dorn B'dynn was finalizing some plans with them about enlisting their support to help topple Freeport and Qeynos. They had just finished with all the hard cutthroat negotiating and were rounding the day off with a spot of tea and homemade biscuits.
"More sugar my good Orc?"
"Rah!" The orc responded with a nod taking a bite of biscuit.
"Bloody marvelous weather they have out here, it is so much nicer then the constant rain we are always having at home. Of course you may just see thing the exact opposite way, being out in the sun all the time."
"Va!" The Orc acceded, sipping his tea, three sugars, no cream with pinkie extended.
Dorn set his tea down and pondered how well things where going when suddenly his cupped jumped.
"My word! It is rather unseemly to be having an earthquake in this part of the world.!" The cup jumped some more and then settled down.
"Possibly just a little tremor."
"Cra!"
At that moment, there was the sound of screaming, coming towards and leaving the camp. The guards also joined the commotion and then the whole camp, and then it was deathly quiet once again, until Joe smashed through the tent Knocking over Dorn, the Orc leader and the tea table and continued on through..
"By the gods! I wonder what that chap was in such a fuss about?" the ground resumed shaking. As Dorn got up and cleaned himself off, he happened to see a very large figure arising from the dune in front of him. The giant brownie crashed and stomped up and then down the dune heading straight toward the camp.
"Oh dear." Dorn said taking a last bit of tea from his cup, which amazingly even after being bowled over by Joe, had not spilled.
Sadly, this was the last time Ambassador Dorn was ever seen, discounting a very thin squishy blue pancake in the middle of the desert of Ro. Luckily for Freeport and Qeynos, this also meant that the planned invasion never came to pass. Quirks are what make life interesting. No?
But life wasn't done with Fry and his friends yet, also during all this Ping and Pong Fuzzlecutter. yes the same brothers that made the fireworks that princess Tyia stole from young Fry... were testing there newest invention.
centerThe Super Deluxe Omega Supreme Mail Cannon Mark 3!!!!!/center
Tthough there was never a Mark 1 or a Mark 2...3,just made it sound cooler.
Seeking to some how make ends meet after their fireworks business went sour, they had turned to various business prospects, but it wasn't until the Bardic mail carriers of Norrath lost Pong's mail order bride, that they decide to find a faster and more efficient system of mail delivery. Using their vast expertise with explosives, they devised a remarkable cannon that could fire large shells across vast distances. Utilizing a specially designed shell, they could literally shoot the mail across the world, and hopefully if all worked well. Pong could finally get his wife from BridesbyMail. "Dolling out marital bliss all Norrath 'round!!"
Of course there was one small problem, in their excitement to test the cannon, they had neglected to bring something e to be fired across the ocean to their sister site in Butcherblock.
"I'm not getting in that contraption!!"
"why not!! it's safe!"
"Hah!! Brother nothing is safe when you have laid your hands on it!"
"Of all the nerve!!!"
Fate certainly does smile upon Fry and the Fuzzlecutter brothers. At that moment, Fry, Sevet and Joe were running past the cannon, taking note that a cannon could very well be a useful tool against a 30 foot brownie. Fry stopped to ask the brothers if they could use the cannon to destroy the incoming brownie.
"Use our work as a weapon!!! Young elf, I do believe you have been hit on the head a few times!!! Use it as a weapon...honestly...This marvelous piece of work is the Fuzzlecutter Brothers
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In a few short moments, we will be testing it and a new era will be ushered into Norrath!! Faster more reliable mail travel! Why with a little work, this lovely cannon could even replace sailing boats as a means of transportation!!!"
"Wow! really?"
"Yes really! With a just a few flip of the levers we can send anything as far away as Faydwer!!! All the way across the ocean!"
Fry thought about this for a few seconds. "Could it send three passengers now?"
"With a little calibration yes."
"Could it send us.Now?"
"Well maybe, but I would need some time and we really don't have it. So many preparations, it could take days! Not to mention that it hasn't even tested yet."
Fry getting very antsy about the fact that the giant brownie would be coming over the dune at any moment, whispered a special payment deal into Ping's ear in order to use the cannon to send them to Faydwer. Now."
"It's a deal!!! My young elven friend!"
Fry then whispered something into Sevet's ear. "IM NOT KISSING HIM!!"
"It's either that or get squished!!"
Fuming Sevet bent down and kissed Ping on the nose, making him blush brightly and in a short few moments Fry, Sevet and Joe were happily screaming on their way to Faydwer. Proud Pioneers of the new
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"It worked!!" cheered Pong
"Yeah, I'm the man!!" cheered Ping more happy over the kiss, then the success of the cannon.
"Just wait till I tell Mildred...."
"doh!!!......Hey what is that thudding sound?"
----------------- End of Chapter 6!! ------------------