Wanted:

Crestberon CampTroopleader

Location: Crestberon Camp (see Flagra Firabern for details)

Description: We need a Troopleader for Troop Eaglets. Troop Eaglets consist of mostly the children of Paladins,mostly Drwarven, Elfin, or Human,but a few hobgoblin children Beserkers. All under the age of 12, in their individual race years.

Requirements: Must have a sense of humor, preferably one that can tolerate high levels of gruesome things from the hobgoblins. Bring your own fire-proof suit and pair of razor, acid-resistant tongs.

WARNING! We are NOT responsible for any damages to body, memory, or sanity, nor are we liable for any revenge plots and curse-spells.

BRING A CREATURE!

"Okay, Gegnar, we have a job for you."

Gegnar scowled. "What?"

"You'll need a creature... Hmm... Cats?"

"Naw! I haete cats!"

"Then..." Smedley's eyes fell on Mako...

Gegnar tugged hard on the leash. "C'mon Mako, we're never gonna get there in time!"

Mako whined. CookieCookieFlyingCookie had been left with Tree-Tree and Fatty-Cookie and Slippy-Cookie. That was fine, but then who would go with her on her cookie exploits? Mako whined again but submissively followed the dwarf forward.

Gegnar scowled. "C'mon yer lil' beastie! I hate this as much as you do," he told her. "Come on, I bet they have cookie at whatever."

Crestberon Camp was situated in the midst of a large, pristine forest that was probably inhabited by goblins, cutthroats, thieves, bandits, haughty elves, annoying fairies, giant awful monsters that jump out at you from little holes, talking rocks, flesh-eating squirrels, and all that. It was a wonderful sight to behold! ...Other than the fact that they were hiking up a the side of an extremely rocky and uphill terrain also known as "big rocky mountain."

Finally, with the minimal interruption of goblins, cutthroats, thieves, bandits, haughty elves, annoying fairies, giant awful monsters that jump out at you from little holes, talking rocks, flesh-eating squirrels, and all that, they reached

Crestberon Camp.

A lady Paladin eyed them as they approached. "Who ye be, friend or foe?"

Gegnar mustered up a reply. "Troop leader."

Her delicate brows furrowed. "Ye speak that, yet you may lie-"

Mako provided a better and truthful response. "I'M MAKO-COOKIE!"

Gegnar sighed. "Sorry 'mam, she's a tad bit nutty, my, er... Creature..." He happened to glance at once at groups of children standing at the windows of the cabins.

"By the Goddess's light," someone said, "They suck!"

Thank you for all the reviews!Reviews mean a lot to me- they are my gasoline...

Well, the Cookie-Cookie dance is something to emphathise Mako's insane playfulness and sense of insanity. As a side note, Mako will be sprouting up all sorts of random stuff which is implied what it really is, like take this sentence for an example: CookieCookieFlyingCookie had been left with Tree-Tree and Fatty-Cookie and Slippy-Cookie. CookieCookieFlyingCookie can fly, so the only creature so far that is important to Mako and can fly is her eagle, and Tree-Tree, well, probably is the enviromentalist Druid, Fatty-Cookie is fat, so he must be Smedley, and Slippy-Cookie it then the rogue.

Thanks so much!

-MakoStreak