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Roderik
After fleeing the scene the party had run for about an hour before stopping, finding shelter, and resting up for a few hours, not enough for a true camp, but just enough to refresh the minds and bodies if the intrepid adventurers, Roderik stayed awake, telling tales of mighty Wyrms in battle, rending the flesh from would be heroes, leaving little but gnawed upon bones, or piles of ash when they were through, and a story of one ancient Wyrm that had been brought to a terrible fate by Larry's servants, between the fearsome creature called a bonespawn, and an odd level of Larry's tower it had transformed the ancient Red into a rabbit as it sought to breach the tower in a quest for revenge against a vile thief. It's final fate was unknown, and none had returned to claim it's treasures, whether that was due to the wards in it's cavern, the creatures return, or perhaps it's volcano errupting, and burying the horde, no one could really say... but the temptation of more gold than anyone could spend in a dozen lifetimes still lured adventurers out to it's abode, even now. (ooc the events in the tale are recounted in full, in the first LoF game, as well as a spin-off game - the Search for the Stone of H'r Rrkackm Yh'ead (or something similar))
To lighten the mood Rodie then told a tale, of the far south, where white dragons ruled the ice floes and few men dared to live. "A penguin, mighty king of the frozen south, brave and true learned the ancient arts of Peng-Fu from a human travelor, a northland monk skilled in the arts of combat. With his training certificate in hand, the penguin assembled his waddling countrybirds into a force of great power, and made war upon the scattered chaotic dragons. The squawking might of a thousand penguins made war upon the great white Frostedwheat, known for his sleek white back, and browned belly (tales speak of his love of lying on his back watching the sun, and it is because or this that he was both near-sighted, and suntanned).
So surprised was Frostedwheat by a swarming mass of penguins that he was still laughing when they had pecked through his soft underbelly, and couldn't pull himself away from the angry biting hordes of black and white waterfowl. Armed with confidenc, experience, and a good amount of ill gotten treasure, the penguins decided that they had gotten lucky, and sailed north on an iceberg, so that if there were any mini Frostedwheats they would be far away should the descendants decide to come after them. Peng-Fu is still known as one of the most effective yet absurd looking martial arts styles known to men or birds."
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[ 05-06-2004, 11:54 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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