| Old Man Jenkins hunts in the Farms; By Zepp | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 25 2011, 04:44 PM (34 Views) | |
| Zepp | Aug 25 2011, 04:44 PM Post #1 |
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The fields of wheat surrounding the village had been freshly harvested by the farmers in the last week. The grain was now held in large bronze silos, filled about half way. From the lakes, a pheasant was touring the change of landscape. She flew down from the clouds, gliding over the farm - eager to find an errant bit of grain to make for a snack. She spotted one, spilling slightly out of the silo, and went down to feast on it. Suddenly, vines popped out of the ground at supernatural speeds, wrapping themselves around the bird's feet. It flapped its wings in vain, then resigned to land - and pecked at the growth. Another wave of her wings and she took to the air, narrowly avoiding a bed of spikes that skewered the vines - at the loss of her beautiful tail! She then spotted the cause - an old man chanting spells from behind the silo! Not one to take this offence lightly, she charged through the air - eager to peck out the eyes. A fireball sailed through the air and struck her at point blank, flash-roasting the fragile game bird and singeing off all her feathers. The bird's inertia enabled it to continue its charge, the wind blowing out the flames. Old Man Jenkins caught the poultry like a football, having well-earned tonight's meal. Outcome: Old Man Jenkins is triumphant Old Man Jenkins: -30 MP, Roast Pheasant (Food, HP), Bow & Pheasant's Tail Arrows (Lvl1 Craft, Ranged) |
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