Steaming Dwarves!

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Steaming Dwarves!

Postby crankhandle » Wed Jul 09, 2003 4:14 pm

Zzilexx stood steadfastly in the corner of the only Tavern in
Viperstongue. The twilight outside threw shadows through the
cloudy windows offering the Illithid a small measure of protection
from prying eyes. All things were clear to Zzilexx.

"The Slavemaster will appear.", thought Zzilexx.

In clear measured thought Zzilexx chanted the mantra of survival.
"Age brings great Wisdom, We are the wise."
"Intelligence is the province of the Great, We are the Great."
"The open mind of slaves, is the key to their defeat and defilement."

Momentarily Zzilexx sensed danger. Scanning the minds of the
free slaves in the room Zzilexx, moved closer to the wall - as
a scrawny human slave reared back and threw its container of
liquid at a huge northern lands human. Screaming ensued, followed
by raw emotion that broke Zzilexx's scanning of the room. The
scene was unwarranted. Both slaves must die as punishment. "These
are not my slaves. These are the slaves of another master."

In clear measured thought Zzilexx chanted the mantra of survival.
"Age brings great Wisdom, We are the wise."
"Intelligence is the province of the Great, We are the Great."
"The open mind of slaves, is the key to their defeat and defilement."

"The Slavemaster will appear.", thought Zzilexx.

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Bimble loved walking with dwarves. When dwarves got mad and they
were always mad about something it seemed, they got all quiet and
steamed. When they Steamed all up they seemed to be listening, and
that gave Bimble a chance to talk! With a vibrant smile on his face
Bimble could hardly contain his glee as his travelling partner turned
red and began to huff, refusing to look Bimbles way.

"You see Stamm!? do you see?.", tittered Bimble. "Thats the whole
reason they did it." "Not because they had to, or wanted to but because
they couldnt help wanting to or maybe they juss couldnt wait, or maybe
they had to hurry cause they fergot what it was that they had to do
and they rushed into the thing without proper maps or stuff!"

Bimble paused for a moment, waiting for the importance of the
situation to sink in.

"ummm Stamm. What were talking about?"

"Hey Mr. Goldminer, thats Viperstongue up ahead!", Bimble dropped
to his knees, quickly dug through a travelling pack and pulled out
a map. It took several seconds to un-wad the wadded up map and
spread it out over the rocks of the rock and grass trail.

"Aha!" yelled Bimble. "It is Viperstongue, its right beside the
desert and this hole in the map!"

Bimble quickly wadded up the map into a tight ball and crushed
it into his travelling pack. Stamm was many yards ahead now.

"Stamm, wait!" paniced Bimble, and flew ahead to catch his friend.

"Stamm Goldminer! I warn ya Viperstongue is marked in RED on my
map, that means someone that likes me wrote down that its a bad bad
place!"

For the first time in 5 hours of travel Stamm uttered some words,
"Gotta get a drink, got a headache."

Bimble beemed at Stamm! Stamm spoke! Conversation was soOoOOo good,
thought the Halfling!

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The Tavern of Viperstongue has quieted down once again. Many
dangerous characters in the same room left everyone feeling on
edge and not to ready to come to blows. The danger was palpable.

In clear measured thought Zzilexx chanted the mantra of survival.
"Age brings great Wisdom, We are the wise."
"Intelligence is the province of the Great, We are the Great."

The wooden door to the tavern burst open, as a little figure
entered the single meeting room. The swaggering thing did not even
measure up to slave standards as it bounded into the room, babbling
vapidly - unaware of its surroundings.

In clear measured thought Zzilexx finished the mantra of survival.
"The open mind of slaves, is the key to their defeat and defilement."

Zziliexx dismissed the halfling thing immediately, but its partner.
Its partner was a Mountain Dwarf. Wisdon told Zziliexx that these
Mountain Dwarfs were excellent slaves, hard working miners with strong
bones and backs. Very valuable. The potential slave was covered in
armor and weapons. The thick dust on it cloak hinted at the skills and
temperment for long travel. Skills of survival and battle.

Zzilexx began to open his mind and scan the thought in the taverns
dark meeting room.

And met pain and bewilderment!

Zzilexx was not met with the mind of the patrons or the dwarf but
with the mind of a non-rational being! It flooded into his own well
measured and ordered thought - confusion, pain, error.

"So are snakes tongues poisonous or is juss thier teef?"
"The name Mead is taken from the word Meet, where folks go to meet!
like the tavern or bar - get it? Mead ya at the tavern!"
"Laughter, ogres have big butts!" "The thing about that is its neither
that or the other thing." "Why doesnt meat have icing?" "Dwarf's natural
temperature is prolly higher than anyone elses." "Are there coins
on the floor?" "Hahaha that snake thing has lots of tails fer its
old nose!"

Zzilexx attempted to break contact, and failed.

"Woah, nice robe." "The nose thing's robe has sooOooOoo many pockets!"
"See the break as it flows over the stinky blue pink things body?"
"Pockets!!!" "That one pocket has a thing, no... a pastry, no shiny
things.. no ... a DAGGER,in it!"

Zzilexx felt the vile creatures need to stick its little paws in
Zzilexx's pockets.

Zzilexx moved a long fingered hand over its robe, absent mindedly
trying to block the view of his tormentor.

Zzilexx recoiled as it felt a gasp of delight flow from the halfling
unfathomable emotion!

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Bimble almost squealed with delight!

Tugging on Stamm's already mead wet beard he yelled in his ear,
"Stamm, I got brain powers!"

Bimble danced around Stamm's seated form for a minute, then leaned
into the Dwarf once again, "umm sorry to yell, thought I whispered
but my brain powers were too big!"

The thought of brain powers were overwhelming to Bimble, he knew
he was very smart! But to control a wiggly faced stink thing! It was
so much fun.

Bimble frowned and furrowed his brow as he concentrated on the things
toes. "I wonder what his toes look like? I bet they are blue!" The urge
to rip off the things purple shoes and look was too much!

Much to Bimble's delight the Illithid began to hop on one foot the
the other in a attempt to break the halflings concentration on its feet.

"Purple is the color of royalty!", thought Bimble "I wonder if the
thing is royalty, or maybe its kinda juss tryingtomakeitsbluish
skinlookkindalessbluesoitcannotlookouttaplaceandhideinthecorner
butthatwouldmeanithadtohidefromsomethingandlookithasnoearsandther
eshouldbeanoseunderallthosetentaclesbutthereisntsohowdoesitbreath
doesithaveasnorkleorsomethingandIbetitdoesnteatcauseithasnoteeflook
howfunnylookingthatthingisitmusthavefiftypocketsatleastIcanhearpaper
crinklinginoneofthenIbetitssomethingtodowithmelikealetterfromWaterdeep
askingmetosaveaprincessorsomething!"

Stamm made a big slurping dward sound. Quite common to dwarfs, and tossed
a coin on the table.

Bimble marveled as his brain powers made the thing accross the room seem
to convulse as it tried to cover its many pockets and cover ears that were
not there!

Hardly noticing that the big wooden tavern door had been kicked open,
Bimble stared with childlike wonder at the slitted eyes of the thing with
too many noses!

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Zzilixx staggered over in pain as the hellish creature assualted it with
a barrage of vapid thought! Vestigal ears burned for the first time in the
thousands of years since its kind had evolved beyond them.

Zzilixx tried to concentrate on the mantra of survival..

And nearly went blind as its eyes were overwhelmed by thought!

Zzilixx made every physical attempt to block the dangerous creatures thoughts,
using hands, doubling over and fleeing from corner to corner of the tavern.

Each time to the delight of the halfling.

"Brain Powers!" it whispered to the dwarf!

In no time in its long lifespam had Zzilixx encountered such a un-ordered
creature - how it functioned was a miracle.

Suddenly there was a small break in the hellions thoughts!

Zzilixx began to will the thoughts of death and destruction that would
end all life in the room in a attempt to end his tormenters life.

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OUCH!

Bimbles ear stung as Stamm reared back and slapped him on the side of the
head.

How rude!

"Get yer hairy little hide out the door before your brain cant fit through
it ya stinkin ball of yapping words!"

Bimble rolled out the door and a few feet onto the walking path with Stamm's
second slap to the head! OUCH OUCH!

Rolling with great agility Bimble came to his feet smiling!

"Stamm yer talking again! lets have a conversation as we walk? it will make
the time go by so quickly."

"Lets see."

"Lets talk about why your pockets are sewn shut- eh?"

Bimble beemed at Stamm! Stamm spoke! Conversation was soOoOOo good,
thought the Halfling!

Bimble tried to will Stamm into saying YES! but failed.

"Stamm you know I thought I had brain powers!, laughed Bimble. "If I do
you have no brain and that juss cant be!" "So I must not have any kind
of Brain Powers!"

"Lets talk about why your pockets are sewn shut- eh?"

Stamm slammed the tavern door shut as the pair began to march out of
Viperstongue on two pair of stumpy legs.

"I think we are missing something in there?", wondered Bimble.

"O well! about yer pockets?"

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Zzilexx was delivered from its confusion and pain.

Mountain dwarfs were worthy slaves.

Zzilexx stood steadfastly in the corner of the only Tavern in
Viperstongue. The twilight outside threw shadows through the
cloudy windows offering the Illithid a small measure of protection
from prying eyes. All things were clear to Zzilexx.

"The Slavemaster will appear.", thought Zzilexx.

In clear measured thought Zzilexx chanted the mantra of survival.
"Age brings great Wisdom, We are the wise."
"Intelligence is the province of the Great, We are the Great."
"The open mind of slaves, is the key to their defeat and defilement."

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