May 22, 2010

The story continues

And so the group crafted a stretcher, attached it to Gluestick, and called it the right thing.  (sounds like portage, but less boaty... torpage?  something like that) as they made it; gently placing the serene, if smashed Shitanya upon it.

"Ick, we're throwing out these blankets afterwards, right?" Came Ash's blunt, unwhispered statement.

Tribby eyed the blankets as a decidedly un-half-elf-ish desire washed over her taste buds.  "mmm...  poo blanket..." she half-whispered (thankfully Ash was half-deaf)

"Let's head back to the fairies." Jay El suggested, "They'll be able to fix up Shitanya right as rain!"

And so, they made their way back to the village, taking the time to rest along the way.

Jay El yawned, as he drifted off to sleep.  He hoped Shitanya would be okay.  It seemed strange that his healing magic had little to no effect upon the dragonlady.

Perhaps it was her unique physiology, or the severity of the blow, or maybe it had something to do with her player being absen...

"GWAH! POOOOP!  Fuh... fuh... FAAART! SHIT!  SHIT-FART!" Screamed Shitanya suddenly, bolting upright in her stretcher-thingy.

Jay El smiled.  Looks like everything would be okay after all.

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1 comment:

  1. so... nobody who read this knows what those stretcher things are called, eh? Hm...


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