Huffy
05-17-2006, 12:41 PM
The Dwarf eased over the little hill and wormed his way through the dense weeds, halting ever so often to glance over toward Splinter Tree. The twine he had uncoiled behind him ran back and up the tree, then out across the limb to the small box centered over the road. He worried constantly that he would tug it just a bit too hard and set off the explosive charge.
“Stupid Gnome contraption,” he chuckled to himself.
Giddy with excitement the nearly naked dwarf slid down the embankment and hobbled along the road, letting out the line as he went. He settled down in a thicket on the edge of the road and slowly pulled the line tight.
A slow time passed as he swatted flies and slapped at gnats. Finally he heard the heavy stamp of a kodo coming up the road. There soon loomed a mighty Orc, perched atop his sweating beast. His colorful hauberk gleamed in the afternoon sun and upon his head sat a helm fit for kings. His great axe slung across his back shimmered red as he swung to and fro in the saddle.
Suddenly to his front there leaped an unusual sight, a Dwarf with but a loincloth to shield his nakedness! He leaped into the road and with a flick of his hand threw off the modest cover. The great Orc reined his mount to a halt and glanced around, fully expecting an ambush. But there was no clanging of armor or the yell of a charge. Just this hairy dwarf dancing in the mud and slapping the cheeks of this butt.
“Woot….woot…, hah,” giggled the bearded one as he pointed at his butt.
Bewildered but not amused the stern Orc took his axe in hand and prepared to advance on this dancing abomination. But the dwarf stopped and held up his hand and smiled. He then pointed up…, up just above the Orc’s head….
The Orc felt that knot forming in his stomach, he turned his eyes upward and then slowly tilted his head back, and his eyes fell upon that little box….., and then the dwarf gave the line a quick jerk.
“Pop….. Splat!”
A great spew of chunky liquid dropped upon the wincing Orc. Running down his armor and tabard, in great brown streaks, the stench of dung befouled his nostrils and the urge to retch was flung upon him.
The white shiny rear of the dwarf was already nearly out of sight down the road. Still babbling “Woot.., woot,” as he ran.
“Stupid Gnome contraption,” he chuckled to himself.
Giddy with excitement the nearly naked dwarf slid down the embankment and hobbled along the road, letting out the line as he went. He settled down in a thicket on the edge of the road and slowly pulled the line tight.
A slow time passed as he swatted flies and slapped at gnats. Finally he heard the heavy stamp of a kodo coming up the road. There soon loomed a mighty Orc, perched atop his sweating beast. His colorful hauberk gleamed in the afternoon sun and upon his head sat a helm fit for kings. His great axe slung across his back shimmered red as he swung to and fro in the saddle.
Suddenly to his front there leaped an unusual sight, a Dwarf with but a loincloth to shield his nakedness! He leaped into the road and with a flick of his hand threw off the modest cover. The great Orc reined his mount to a halt and glanced around, fully expecting an ambush. But there was no clanging of armor or the yell of a charge. Just this hairy dwarf dancing in the mud and slapping the cheeks of this butt.
“Woot….woot…, hah,” giggled the bearded one as he pointed at his butt.
Bewildered but not amused the stern Orc took his axe in hand and prepared to advance on this dancing abomination. But the dwarf stopped and held up his hand and smiled. He then pointed up…, up just above the Orc’s head….
The Orc felt that knot forming in his stomach, he turned his eyes upward and then slowly tilted his head back, and his eyes fell upon that little box….., and then the dwarf gave the line a quick jerk.
“Pop….. Splat!”
A great spew of chunky liquid dropped upon the wincing Orc. Running down his armor and tabard, in great brown streaks, the stench of dung befouled his nostrils and the urge to retch was flung upon him.
The white shiny rear of the dwarf was already nearly out of sight down the road. Still babbling “Woot.., woot,” as he ran.