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Larry looked out the window as Neb left the room. There was a cool, moist breeze that told the story of a rain just ending only minutes ago. He breathed it in, and enjoyed how it brought back memories of a different life, long ago. Catching himself daydreaming, Larry regained his composure and spoke into the winds, knowing that it was Cyril's spy.
"Come for me, now...you that makes arrows to slay me. You who hides in the mists while I have your two messengers hostage. They will not leave the dungeon alive, and it will be upon your brow...for you sent them to me alone. Face me, Wind-maker. face me and your death, that this may be settled. Nobody opposes me in my forum."
Larry stepped back from the window and began to weather-proof his tower. All windows were magically sealed as stone grew through them to close them up. Only one passageway into the tower existed. The front gate. Larry then went down to the second floor and awoke the Bone Spawn. Then, going to the third floor, he began setting up a few things there as well. Finally returning to his throne room and feeling hardly any pain in his shoulder now...he waited for the fireworks to begin.
Thinking about it for a minute and realizing he was bored, Larry walked over to the cage where he held his prisoner and spat at him.
"Hey??? Ain't you dead, yet? What's a guy gotta do to get the point across? Hehehehe"
[ 05-03-2002, 12:06 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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