in Iowa
June 23rd, 2003
Manthadon was sitting in a bar. Lots of gruff voices floated around him, most of them calling for more Lingahini Juice (an alcoholic drink preferred by only the most vile of men). Manthadon had his trusty sword, named Whirlwind, strapped to his back as usual. He was at the counter on a stool. A three-eyed Jarkol stepped up to him. {Angi ooals drar?} Manthadon knew of the Lokraj language. He knew what the question as. It was, "Any pools there?"
"Oke tryke oon ev ga los char." (Translation: Folks like you have got lot's of charm.) It was a compliment.
{At dosyn ossir miy kwestyon} said the strange, man-sized bar tender.
(That translation was, 'That doesn't answer my question'). "Angi ooals frer?" (any pools where?)
{En yolr plez} (in your place).
You see, Jarkols like pools because they absolutely love water. "Iy doen tik so." (I don't think so). The Jarkol cursed in Lokraj (which, I presume, you DON'T want me to translate).
Darsullus was sitting atop his dark throne, in the hellish realm of Sekor. Darkness and dark creatures swirled around him, like nightmares with no end. His dark hand would smother the entire realm. His evil would conquer the white warriors, he was sure of it. [Silthent!] called the satanic voice.
A small shadow scurried up to the throne. [Yeeeeeessssss, my looooorrd?]
[Silthent, my little shadow, you failed me.] Silthent gulped as he felt a dark hand on his shoulder.
[What did I do that did not please you, majesty?] Silthent could feel the claws tightening.
[You were defeated by townsfolk! I sent hundreds with you, and you were all defeated! All I do not know of that is HOW!]
[Gulp! Spare me, my lord! White ones!] Silthent was dropped to the floor.
[White ones!] He howled in rage. He grabbed Silthent.
[No, lord, not the chamber! Noooooo!]
[The black pit is a place for failures!] said Darsullus. "And, it will also satisfy...my Dirkons!] Darsulluys laughed evilly as he held Silthent above a pit. Below were swirling, bloodthirsty Dirkons! Their teeth were as sharp as swords!
[No, my king! Pllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeee!] It was too late. The shadow was devoured before it even hit the cavern floor.
[Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!]
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