NOTE: You may or may not have noticed that I axed the first chapter and
have made some minor readjustments. If you didn't that is perfectly fine.
Disclaimer: I hate these things. Just refer to the beginning of the story for one, okay?
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"He isn't going to fit, Arch Chancellor."
"Sure he will." Mustrum picked up the still unconscious Drumknott and crammed him into the Luggage. He sank away and vanished."
"Okay," said Mustrum brightly, "Who wants to go in next?"
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The sun was going down in Turnwise Pseudoagatea. Rincewind walked with his hands on top of his head in front of Ptroleus.
"So where are we going?"
"Back to the Ephebian army base. There's a really good natural wonder up ahead."
"Hmm. What do you do for entertainment?"
"Animo!" said Antimony from the line with enthusiasm.
"Quiet, Private," said Ptroleus.
"What's Animo?" asked Rincewind.
"Remember Moving Pictures from a few years back?"
"You mean those things that basically funneled in creatures from the Dungeon Dimensions?"
"Well, that's a harsh way of putting it, but yes. But the Pseudoagateans couldn't afford the painting imps, so they came up with a special kind of moving picture. The secret is, the Dungeon creatures can only get in if the characters in the Moving Pictures look like people. So we have hand animated Moving Pictures that DON"T look quite so much like people, and the Dungeon creatures just can't seem to get through. We call it Animo, which is short for Animated Moving Pictures. They're pretty interesting."
"Fascinating, really. What was that natural wonder you talked about?"
"Oh. It's right through this last clump of jungle. You're going to love this."
Ptroleus proudly shoved aside a Banyan tree. Out in front was a field. And Rincewind couldn't believe what was in it.
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"Get in, Ponder. Look, it doesn't hurt at all." Ridcully climber into the Luggage.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea-"
Ridcully grabbed his hand and yanked him into the Luggage. Esk shrugged and jumped in after them.
The lid snapped shut.
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"How on earth did this get here?"
"Amazing, isn't it. They're's thousands of em. Most people actually took some of the smaller ones. I can't say I know much more, but it is food for thought.
Rincewind just stood there. He had never seen so many pots in one place.
The Plain of the Pots was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen in a lifetime that had included the Beginning of the Universe and Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler's sausage inna bun. There were big jar, little jars, and jars so big you could live in them. They were all built on the same design; a round one ended tube with a fat overhanging rim, and all made of some sort of green stone, possibly solidified clay. Thousands of green jars, all lying in a twenty-acre field in which nothing would grow but a sort of dead tan grass. Rincewind shuddered.
"I never saw anything like that before," he said after a while.
"Yeah. I wonder what kind of mason made pots like that."
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Disclaimer: I hate these things. Just refer to the beginning of the story for one, okay?
* * *
"He isn't going to fit, Arch Chancellor."
"Sure he will." Mustrum picked up the still unconscious Drumknott and crammed him into the Luggage. He sank away and vanished."
"Okay," said Mustrum brightly, "Who wants to go in next?"
* * *
The sun was going down in Turnwise Pseudoagatea. Rincewind walked with his hands on top of his head in front of Ptroleus.
"So where are we going?"
"Back to the Ephebian army base. There's a really good natural wonder up ahead."
"Hmm. What do you do for entertainment?"
"Animo!" said Antimony from the line with enthusiasm.
"Quiet, Private," said Ptroleus.
"What's Animo?" asked Rincewind.
"Remember Moving Pictures from a few years back?"
"You mean those things that basically funneled in creatures from the Dungeon Dimensions?"
"Well, that's a harsh way of putting it, but yes. But the Pseudoagateans couldn't afford the painting imps, so they came up with a special kind of moving picture. The secret is, the Dungeon creatures can only get in if the characters in the Moving Pictures look like people. So we have hand animated Moving Pictures that DON"T look quite so much like people, and the Dungeon creatures just can't seem to get through. We call it Animo, which is short for Animated Moving Pictures. They're pretty interesting."
"Fascinating, really. What was that natural wonder you talked about?"
"Oh. It's right through this last clump of jungle. You're going to love this."
Ptroleus proudly shoved aside a Banyan tree. Out in front was a field. And Rincewind couldn't believe what was in it.
* * *
"Get in, Ponder. Look, it doesn't hurt at all." Ridcully climber into the Luggage.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea-"
Ridcully grabbed his hand and yanked him into the Luggage. Esk shrugged and jumped in after them.
The lid snapped shut.
* * *
"How on earth did this get here?"
"Amazing, isn't it. They're's thousands of em. Most people actually took some of the smaller ones. I can't say I know much more, but it is food for thought.
Rincewind just stood there. He had never seen so many pots in one place.
The Plain of the Pots was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen in a lifetime that had included the Beginning of the Universe and Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler's sausage inna bun. There were big jar, little jars, and jars so big you could live in them. They were all built on the same design; a round one ended tube with a fat overhanging rim, and all made of some sort of green stone, possibly solidified clay. Thousands of green jars, all lying in a twenty-acre field in which nothing would grow but a sort of dead tan grass. Rincewind shuddered.
"I never saw anything like that before," he said after a while.
"Yeah. I wonder what kind of mason made pots like that."
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