A portal opened, bringing a tear to the eye of many an old costumer, as well as causing a tear in the fabric of reality. After spitting out a single person, it swiftly collapses upon itself and dissapears before anyone can say "Hey look, it's an elf".
It was an elf.
One of those elves who thought they should be taller than most men and wear only greens and browns, and just a little bit of silver because it could shine so pretty.
After his latest wild ride and the solid floor which ended it, the elf decided it was time for some high-energy nuts, some wine and maybe even a wedgie or two. He rose to his feet and took a few wobbly steps in the barkeep's general direction.
So far so good, he managed to think.
He wasn't even halfway there before he collapsed into a heap again, hitting his nose on the floor.
"Ouch!"
One thing was certain; it was a hard floor.
[ 06-11-2002, 11:30 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
|