Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Tome of Mortals 13:4

Von-Harris sprang from behind the crumbling stone wall, his golden hair shining in the waining sun light.  In a flash he slew 10 goblins and sent a dozen more fleeing back to their hold.

"Von-Harris You have returned, ad just in time!" remarked Von-Ryan.

"My quest was perilous.  I had to travel far in to the uncharted lands of the west.  There I fought creatures made of wood who wished to tear me limb to limb with daggers made of icicles.  I rode acrose the black sea on the back of a giant beast.  I climbed atop the emense towers of an ancient fortress said to be made by giants in age before men.  But finally I found a hair salon where I obtained the perm and conditioning treatment I sought.  I then rushed to rejoin you and young Recalsatrikx before my hair list volume."

"And just in the nick of time!" said Recalsatrix.

Von-Ryan embraced his friend.  "I feared I would never see you again, kin of my name."

"Fear not for I have reutrned. I learned much on my quest, now I agree we must rid the land of this Federal Dictatorship that would destroy every hair salon in the reach.  And I shall have the scalp of Carpathia once and for all."

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