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Ehhehe... Paul snickers as he departs from the group and approaches the elderly man. I uh... I wanna play. And I'll win, so... where do I start? this is gonna be easy, as long as Avignon doesn't sneak up on me and siphon my luck away with some o' his tricks. Backing away from the old man and fading into the crowd while the children are counting, Paul shifts into a rat once behind some booths or in some other hiding place.
GAHHHHH! shrieks Paul as he suddenly looses his luck. never wanted to do this anyway Paul immediately drops the rope and falls on his bottom. Huhhhhh... Paul sighs, then a sly grin crosses his face. Paul, in the middle of the commotion, dives behind Moth and Avignon, while doing so transforming into a rat.
Paul sneezes, then looks at Moth, You want me to what? I mean.... Yes! Paul will defeat you all.... the rodent says rather condescendingly and unenthusiasticlly. Paul approaches the rope, preparetodie...yeah... Uh... HA!!! Paul shouts swiftly as a surprise as he yanks the rope with one hand.
Tilting his head to the side, Paul blinks once. Looking at a scene of terror that is Moth attacking Avignon. Geh! Whatintheworldareyoutwodoing!!! Paul spews out extremely fast and angrily, his face almost violently scowling. Ehh? I'm sorry, i got too frustrated... eh... ugh... eheh... Paul takes five step backward as his head shrinks between his shoulders and he starts walking down the rode toward Sandpoint. Turning on his heel about fifteen feet down the rode, he says to Moth, So... do you that "waste o' bark", Mr. Tricky, and melon-head wanna go get food or what? Cocking his head back as he says this, he snickers as all of his companions fight among'st themselves.
My "friends" where hangin' out lookin into a magic mirror over a few feet to the left, but... there was a lonely little lizard sitting a rock right in front o' me. Squatting down to the lizard's height, I began my monologue . no one else wants to talk to me anyway. At the gates of paradise... Sandy... sandly... Sandpoint! Yes that's the name of this piece of dirt with people liven' on it. Ah where do I start? Moth... He's a dreamer I'll give him that. You see, when I was a young man, I was a dreamer too, but that all ended once I discovered my ability... I can turn into a rat, of all the blessings under heaven, I get to "mystically transfigure myself", into a rodent?!? You know, I used to know a guy who could fly. I mean why in Rovagug's Blazin' cage does he get to do that? Ohh I'm a pretty little eagle... Im soo special But that's not even the worst of it! After Ma and Pa found out about my blessings they disowned me! Their only son! Then after six months o' that "gazoon" we found an illiterate elf hiding with goblins... nasty little creatures they are. She's alright, as long as she doesnt try and say anythin' with that underdeveloped mouth o' hers!
No ones listening are they... A... uhh... nuh merh... *cough cough*. And thats how the story goes... OK!! still no one listening
So... who wants to go and take advantage of the locals and get some free food? Eh? |
