Add-A-Story: The Return of Argon's Eye
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David
Saturday, August 30, 1997 - 3:32 PM
Gringnr sat astrode his might steed and cast his searching, emerald orbs across the land of Noregol where he currently made his home. His mighty frame rested heavily in the saddle like some great load. His sullen, raven locks blew restlessly in the quiet morning air of Noregol like a set of ebony erotic dancers, writhing endlessly to the beat of some unheard orchestra.
"Die, dog!" screamed the patrolling guard as he and his three galloping companions closed in on Gringnr. Without a thought in his mind Gringnr swung his might axe up from his saddle and cleaved the speaker through his chest, spewing a wide arc of
garnet fluid into the bothersome air. The cleaved guard fell from his saddle like a bug falling from a flower to the dusty earth below.
The other guards charged hard at Gringnr, who remained sultry in his saddle. Another arc of bronze death sent two pieces of another guard to the earth spilling his precious life juice into the hungry sand. Another guard brought a might broad sword down and Gringnr writhed out of its deadly path in time to buy only a slight scratch.
"You will pay for slaying my companions, thief!" the last guard screamed as he rotated his torrid arm for another try at Gringnr's mighty, battle laden chest.
"Only after you've tasted of my sweet death, slime!" Gringnr finished his battle-cry with a mighty, strenuous downward blow
that caught the unparalleled guard on the top of his potent helm. Gringnr's blade continued to cut downward until the guard was
split in Twain. Gringnr's powerful bronzed axe even cut through the saddle and into the war horse, breaking the beast's callow
back.
Gringnr again surveyed the scene of blood and bile. He rested his axe in its notable holder and turned his war horse toward
Gorzam. He would have to settle things with the palace there to keep these dogs from attacking him every day. The smell of
constant blood pleased Gringnr, but his arm grew wary with the effort.
With the sun rising in the west at his broad, lithe back, Gringnr road toward Gorzan and another confrontation at the
palace...
James - James_B_Sharkey_jr@mercer.com
Tuesday, September 02, 1997 - 10:11 AM
The city guards rose up with there long, broad-headed spears to
challenge the sun-baked Grignr at the imposing, subtle gate. "Hold,
slut!" cried one of the guards, nervous in his loins at the sight of
the sullen, broad barbarian.
Grignr fondled the handle of Death-Dealer, his mighty magical bronze
war axe, feeling it's warmth in its sinewy leather home. "No slut am
I, wretch!" qouth Grignr, "but a weary rider seeking solace from the
flaming lips of the sun that have kissed me for many miles." Seeing
the rivulets of sweat overunning his massive thews like the melting
snow of an angry mountain, the guard nodded. "Very well, barbarian.
You may enter the fabled city of Gorzam." Imprudently, the guard
wrinkled his heavy, well-rounded nose. "Perhaps you might seek the
baths in the west quarter while you are hear" he chortled.
Grignr whirled his mount about, his eyes blazing with a frozen light.
"Perhaps you should make peace with your gods, little man, the next
time you insult your betters!" With a sweep of his fluid arm, Grignr
cuffed the guard across his head, sending his dull helm to the ground
and leaving him holding his throbbing skull in icy hot pain.
Pleased with his lesson in manners, Gringr wheeled his trusty mount,
Jrnikl, back on the main street through the sultry, boiling pot of
humanity known as the city of Gorzam . . .
Judith - Judith@poetic.com
Tuesday, September 02, 1997 - 3:57 PM
In another place completely a fare maid pimped before the glass. Her vision
mirrored back her image into the pools of her deepest eyes as green as the
belly of a snake. One fingered hand reached to the redness of her head,
seperating the curly entrails with an unfamiliar touch.
"Oh, Gringr!" her listless lips lithly lisped. "My love! Where are thou in this
our of my needyness?" One saline drop slithered down her visage and plopped into
the pregnant soil at her feat. "My lovely Lord! I weight for you with a great
sence of heaviness in my hart."
This was the Princess Gerblit, as fare a lass as ever greased the planet. Her
flowing robes of carnine crimson melded in with the scarlet ruddiness of her
locks. The silks of her skirts swirled with the intenseness of the first day of
combat training. She remanissed with a heaving chest, her heart organ playing a
drurge of sadness as her lungs heaved themselves against her ample chest. Her
waste was a corsetless wander, so fine and winsome.
So many memories and so little time to carry them back to the sacred places in
her head where she housed thoughts of Gringr...Gringr! His vary name was a
crumpet blasting in her mind! Those long nights of passion could nary be forgot
and her reflected vissions of them became the only hope she excoriated within
her agile synapses.
Dan - dano@cybercomm.net
Tuesday, September 02, 1997 - 5:48 PM
Unseen by even the orchid hawklike orbs of Grignr, a small, translucent
rat of a man remained oblivious in the shadows and witnessed the entire
procession occur, however. Seeing his comrades fell in the melee, the
spy whirled round and darted cleanly into the shadowy alleyways of
Gorzam to warn his dark master. He knew these pathways like the back of
someone's hand, and snickered audibly to himself, knowing his master
would reward him for such news.
At the end of a dark, desserted street. The spy approached trustfully
and rapped the secret rhythm upon the old worn crimson door. The door
swung itself slowly open with a languid creek, and he smiled as he went
inside.
The silhouette of a large, pungeant guard stood in the darkened room
directly in the spies path. His arms were folded and spoke in a gruff
voice.
"Who goes there?" asked the gard interminably.
"It is I," the spy meekly asserted, "Hfastian, collector of knowledge,
stealthy observer of events, and sworn servant of our dark master,
Zaskrn."
"Let him pass." said a weak and old voice from the next room. Hfastian
entered the fetid room, through the ornate doorway, and into a room
unpleasingly dark, save for a tall chair flanked by two ebony torches.
An old man sat gingerly on the throne.
"I have news, Master. The barbarian of whom we have heard many a tale
has entered the city of Gorzam and strides amongst a mighty steed and is
now on his way to the castle."
Zaskrn scratched his chin with a bony, placid finger. Then said "Then we
must expedite our plans to the fullest contingency. Go back and follow
him thus. Spread the word among your contacts in the city that his every
movement shall be related to me."
"It shall be done, my lord." Says Hfastian, bowed, and promptly exited
through the exit.
David - lordiaga@rocketmail.com
Tuesday, September 02, 1997 - 6:08 PM
The princess nervly fingered herself with a long lock of opal, crimson hair in
between her thin, flattering digits. "Could this be true?" She whispered to
herself in hushed, audible tones as she hid with taciturn intent behind the
great tapestry of Gorzam's throne room. "Could my lovely Gringnr be enroute to
me? To my arms once again?" The princess nearly swooned with her own languid
delight at the thought. She had heard that raskillian Hfastian correctly.
Gringnr was indeed galloping astrod his mightly steed to the palace to see her
brother, Zaskrn. His intent would be sour, no doubt, but at least he'd be
there.
The princess pondered ponderously on the problem. Grignr would take his hot
time in arriving at the imposing palace. He would plan his stragedy with
cantankerous care. Only a fool would just come bargining into the palace.
The Prickesses swurling morass of thought was extinguished by an explosive
eruption at the front door. Hfastian flew into the room with terminal verocity
as his now broken back split the heavy, supported dorrs wide with his
catapolting form.
"Zaskrn!" The Princess heard a voice that could only behave to Grignr. He
stepped into ungelating, brazen light of the palace chamer with his might
magical axe, Death-Dealer, held in a taught fist. He pointed at her brother
sitting shockenly at the throne.
"We have things to discuss, Zaskrn."
Lia bedia
Wednesday, September 03, 1997 - 10:56 AM
Just then princess leaped to her feet kneeled on the floor and piteously cried out " Please Grngr do not hurt my brother for he does not know better of his stupid ways." Please my love listen to me well and heed my cry do not kill my brother!"
When Grngr look into the Princess sparkling eyes he felt his soul slip his mind backflashed to the time he and the princess were both young, foolish and in love. He was remembering their short time together when he heard a buzzing sound by his head it was Hfastian aiming at his head with his battle axe. Grngr quickly turned and swung his magical axe at Hfastian doing so slicing his chest . "YOu cowardly oaf you swing Grngr when his back is turned your punishment is death. With that he kicked Hfastian in the stomachadn while Hfastian doubled over with pain Grngr took the death-Dealer and chopped off his head. Hfastian body seem to come alive the way it jerked back and forth squirting blood blood all over Grngr and the princess. the jerked once more and then fell to the floor and laid to rest there forever. The princess rushed up to Grngr touching his arm and asking "Are you hurt Grngr are you hurt??!!" knowing full well he wasn't. Without realizing it she started rubbing his chest and pelvic area saying with a sly and lusty look in her "You sure have grown Grngr haven't you?"
James - James_B_Sharkey_jr@mercer.com
Wednesday, September 03, 1997 - 2:15 PM
Zaskrn recomposed himself quickly, and grinned a cat-like smile of
Stygian malice at the mighty Grignr. "Well met, Grignr. I see that
you have fixed the vexing problem of my stuck door. From what sewer
laden depths of hell did you find that wretch" Zaskrn asked?
Grignr scowled like a raging torrent of white water. "As if you
didn't know, coward!!! You sent this pathetic rat-like rodent too spy
on me as a rode through Gorzam!! Perhaps you would trap me in some
murky, dark alley and try to catch me unawares and spill my juices on
the uncaring stones" Grignr interrogated, quivering with furie.
Zaskrn's dark orbs spied the russling of the tapestries in his throne
room with detached interest. He said aloud "I would do no such thing,
my pungent, noisome friend." Grignr head became warm like a basking
lizard, trying to puzzle out if he was being insulted or not. "My
sister" Zaskrn smiled with overt sutlety "would be distraught if
something were to happens to a hair on your sultry barbarian head."
As they heard that, Gerblit's spying eyes widened. Her brother knew
of her heaving passion for the massive thews of the uncouth barbarian,
his blazing fiery touch, his hands rough but tender, like flank steak,
his hard legs, his . . . but her modesty got the better of her for the
moment. As she spied Zaskrn's gards taking up positions around her
beloved she knew she had to do something . . .
LIA BEDIA
Thursday, September 04, 1997 - 11:01 AM
Just then trumpets had shouted "lady calanon arriving!" Zaskern in a hurry fix his robes and smooth his hair back and began to smile charmingly. "i am so sorry grngr but a lady friend of mine is coming to visit mye for a while and i don't have time for this foolishness!" Just then a beautiful woman entered the palace. She had land, waistlentgh honey blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. She was escorted by one of her body guards in to the throne room. When zaskern saw her smile lit up like the sun this is the women he wanted to be his wife, this is the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his years with, and slowly lookinig up and down at her body he thought this is the woman who will be a hell of a bedmate. "oh my dearest princess calanon, how lovely you look." "oh how i hate him" princess calano thought. She didn't know why she had to come here anyway she was not under any circumstances marry the man and she didn't care what her father would say.she couldn't stand the way he stared at her body and licking his lips afterwards. Shuddering with that thought she turned her head away so she didn't have to look at his face just yet. That when caught the glimpse of a familiar face nearly stopped in her tracks. She turned again to see this person and that's when she knew who she was looking at grngr it had been a long while since she had seen him. She was so happy to see him that she ran into his arms screaming his name. "grngr, oh grngr, i am so happy to see you how have you been, where have you been?" Grngr looked into princess calanon shimmery eyes and saw tears in her eyes he was smiling so hard his jaws hurt. Then he glanced at geblit and saw she had a hateful look on her face and thought "today is going to be a long day" "how dare that heifer run and jumping into my man's arm like she crazy. "humph she going to be running and jumping when i bust her ass and look at grngr just a grinng like dummy. Well she got her nerve!"
David - lordiago@rocketmaill.com
Thursday, September 04, 1997 - 7:53 PM
Gerblit shook her head. Her loud, completely capitolized dellusion slowly
leaking out of her head like some benine horror. For some reason she'd seen
her own cousin, the vivicioulsy vulumputious Calanon rushing into the chamber
heraldreaded by the glossy trumpet of brass instruments. She'd seen her own
ample breasted cousin rush into the lurid, meat-like arms of her lover, Grignr.
As her hueful eyes cleared Gerblit sawed the scene as it actully were. Grignr
surrended by a ponderous gaggle of palace gards, wating to cut the mighty, well
marbled barbian into strips. Her brother, Zaksrn, rested his boney, heaving
body on the throne like a dead worm waiting for the stygian birds of hell.
"How dare thoust barge into the wholi chamber like thus, barbain!" her brother
announced bellowing. "You shall pay for this indegestion!"
Zaksrn snapped his flacid fingers in half as he summoned for the guords to
evicerate the mighty barbarian. In unison they all stepped forward with
patient exhileration to rend the mighty barbituate.
A flash of a might-like bronzed axe felled the first three in one flashing
swoop. Grate fountains of flegm and blood arced into the lurrid air as the
headless heads cascaded up the stairs to rest at Zaksrn's feat. The body
calloused to the waiting arms of mother earth with a thump.
But there were more guard, seventeen of them, and it would seem the indomidable
life of Gringr would come to an end, until...
Judith - judith@poetic.com
Friday, September 05, 1997 - 3:09 PM
Gerblit broke threw the gards' gaggle and through herself up on the body of her
lover. Her arms twined around his neck not unlike the vines on a wall of ivy.
Her bountiful body pressed up against his not unlike a rock on a slug. The crowd
chilled and stilled, listening with sultry ears.
"NO!" shouted Gerblit meaningfully. "NO!" she repeated again for greater
emfasis. "NO!" Still another wrang out into the dusty musty air of the ancient
town.
The gards leaned on there speers and wated for her to make a point. "YES?" they
echoed in unity. And then again to emfasize their agile agreement, "YES?"
Gerblit was confused. There attidude seemed so... well, contradictory. She
could but insist on her determined pat stand. "NO!" Gerblit wished she had
more time to dwell on the specifics, but time was off the nuisance. With her
final reitteration, she cast her longful eyes on Gringr. All the world was in
a stillness of silence as she paused quietly to listen for his anser.
"Woman!" Gringr spoke in even tomes. "Bestill thyself. I tire of your
monotonous monotony of monosyllables. Say what you mean."
Again a tear dribbled down her slick cheek. This man could make her cry with the
mear dropping of a werd. Would he not ever learn how much he ment to her? Never
no that their love was never to be? "My Lord, Gringr," she cooed like a wanton
dove, "what else can I do? You are..."
The clanging of mettle interrupted her as she turned to see the gards moving as
one... marching on both her and her Gringr. She had only one other option in
her opinion...
Swamp - enchanter@elkandu.com
Sunday, September 07, 1997 - 3:37 PM
Then Swamp bulged into the seen. "I am Swamp the Enchanter. Beware thy writhe."
Gringr flared at him noncomprehensingly. "Wherefore art thou?" pleaded Gringr.
"You shawl bee un Abel to withstrand thy magical magic. I be poweful."
"Thou shalst dye, skum," begged Gringr.
"Now I salt knot!" collapsed Swamp.
David - lordiago@rocketmail.com
Tuesday, September 09, 1997 - 4:38 AM
All in the room turned to the new, sultry invader from the Stygean depths of
hell named Swamp. Its mighty gelatanious, oozing, seething, coagulating, bubbling
gurgling, lithe frame moved into the room with a sickening, stench-filled,
preposterous sound. It trailed crimson green slime behind its detatched body
as it slithered into the chamber like some harrier of fortitous misfortune.
"W-ho art thou?" hammered Zaksrn, staring ponderously at the beast.
"I am SWAMP, made of SWAMP, came from SWAMP, owing to SWAMP. I have come to
rein death down upon thee with my vile power. Pray to your puny, ineffectual
Gods that I will cause you little sufferage, puny hu....urk!" The tumulutuous
creatures words were fileted short as Death Dealer and more than three dozen
arrows, throwing knifes, throwing axes, broad swords, bastard swords, two-handed
swords, epees, foils, rapiers, cutlasses, sabers, halberds, spears, darts
embedded themselves into various staunch sections of Swamp's invading body.
"What kind of Stygean magic doth thee have in this palace?" queered Gringr as
he pulled his mighty bronzed blade from Swamp's prostate form. "Firstly the
spy resurects himself and attacks me only to perish again at my insurmountable
attack. Then, from out the thick air transforms this breast!?! Grignr has
seen enough!" To extenuate his final words Gringr pulled a cutlass from the
oozing, coagulating from of the disgusting Swamp and flung it headlong at Zaksrn,.
ending his bloated life with a spray of opal crimson bile. The guards could
only stare in stagnent surprise.
Grignr turned and pondered toward the door, his Death Dealer held like a precious
tube in his caressing fist. His exit was unimpeded by the wrath of the
stupendous guards, who could only stare in disbelievin terror. Gerblit followed
Grigner's heavy, sinewy form out of the door and into the sultry night.
Jim - James_B_Sharkey_jr@mercer.com
Tuesday, September 09, 1997 - 2:04 PM
Srewing up her courage, Gerblit stepped forward, and with a meek,
commanding voice shouted "Hold, guards!!!! With the passing of my
brother, I am now your Queen. My brother had no airs, and I am the
lone remaining member of the royal family" she commanded, her bosoms
heaving with fear and hope that they would stay there vengeful lust
for Grignr's warm, garnet fluids.
The guards hesitated, pensive as a stalking owl in his silent hunt for
the wary field mouse. One stepped his leather-shod sandal forward,
the badge of his office a bright brassy thing, like a small tuba.
"Will my men still be paid" he asked? Gerblit smiled her winsome,
sullen smile. "Of course, sargent. I still need to be protected when
my might Grignr is not here to save me" quoth the queen.
Grignr's brow furrowed in ill-suited concentration as he pondeously
pondered what had just happened. "There will be no fight" he asked.
"No heat of battle or lust for blood or spilling of fluids or heaving
muscles" He interrogated.
Gerblit turned to him with a shy wanton look. "Oh my poor, addled
Grignr. There will be all those things." Grignr was a sheep without
a shepherd, lost and confused at her words. "Huh??" he asked. At
this, the new Queen took his hand in her hand and placed it up on her
full melons. "Come up to the queen's chamber, my dear." At this
subtle gesticulation, a light like the pinpoint stars in the quiet
night sky of darkness went on in Grignr head. "Oh" he grinned like
the stalking, obvious wolf. And up they went, where . . .
Judith - judith@poetic.com
Sunday, September 14, 1997 - 7:29 PM
Gerblit turned slowly, swirling heself into his limitness vision. "Here, My
good Lord," she said, gesticulating in the direction of the first door on the left.
Gringr looked with unsteady eyes into her steady one. "Huh?" he repeated
eloquently.
Gerblit smiled inneredly. He was such a lamb. So innocent beneath him wild
rancor. Perhaps that was part of his charming charisma. Taking his hand once
more, she tugged him through the doorsill. "Come," she said slyly, winking as
he gazed silently at the jamb. "Come into my chamber, my love, and we will see
what we will see."
"Yes," Gringr thought selflessly to himself. "We shall see that, shan't we?"
He felt himself a clever warrior for comprehending the words of this sulty, but
clever lass. Willfully, he leapt over the doorsill. Swinging shut the door, he
leaned his porterior against it to shut out the outer world. "Alone at last,"
he leered meaningfully.
Gerblit supressed a giggle. "Yes, indeed, " she demurmured as her gaze turned to
the large fur buried bed in the center of the rather small room. "And now what?"
she murmured with a dropping of her eyes. She permitted a faint blush to visit
her cheek briefly like a person who only drops in only for the weekend.
Gringr felt like that weekend warrior. "Well, my lady," he began. Than he
hesitated. "Well, my lady..." he started once more. The wonderfully warm and
wickedly wrathful warrior wondered... should I remove my sword? I would be alone
and unarmed... but it does seem very cumbersome. His eyes caressed the furs
of the massive furry coverlet. "Well..." he hesitated again.
Gerblit glanced down at his waist, her eyes touching the blade tenderly as they
slipped along it's shaft. "My Lord has a reason to pause?" She shifted from the
strong shaft and gazed him full in the lips...
David - lordiago@rocketmail.com
Monday, September 15, 1997 - 3:21 PM
Then the battle began in ernst. Like two warriors watchfully circling
concentrically in circles around the room. A sultry dance began as their
consistant hands tore and rent the clothing from each others wanton willing
bodies. "Oh, Grignr," Gerblit moaned.
Grignr grasped his swollen axe wantonly and took his battle stance. His knees
were half cocked with anticipation. His muscles bulged and swelled under his
bronzen, coursing flesh. Veins etched his skin like a Frezetta painting gone
mad with Cubism. "What is it, my lady? Be there danger?" Grignr's words
erupted from his moist, velvety mouth.
Queen Gerblit let a fleshy, fiery finger dance desireously down her cavernous
cleavage. Her boosum heaved with mighty lust as she slutrily bit her lower lip.
"Nothing is wrong, dear Grignr, my Lord Grignr, my master. Take me," Gerblit
groaned as she felt her desires puddle in her belly.
"Where?" Grigner asked confusingly, his swollen axe still held firmly in his
firm grip.
Gerblit gently gesticulated the generous grip on the axe and cooed comfortingly.
She rubbed her palm against the huge, bulging pommel of the axe and kissed
Gringr hard on his lips which looked like inflated rose petals of desire.
Grignr's eyes raced into his head as he moaned at Gerblit's careening touch.
Grignr drew his heaving frame from her for a second, his hand falling from the
pulsating grip of his axe as he let Gerblit hold it for him. He sized a full
handful of Gerblit's hair and looked her in the sultry eye. "Now I know what
you want, wench!" Grignr annoucned. "And this shall be the mightest night of
your..."
Grignr's prostations were cut short as Gerblit sighed and shut him up with a
kiss. Moments later their groans of delicous cardinal pleasures filled the
chamber as...
Jim - James_B_Sharkey_jr@mercer.com
Tuesday, September 16, 1997 - 1:49 PM
Their battle raged for many hours. No quarter asked and none given.
Finally, as the sun rose on the next day, the two warriors lay there,
exhausted as jogging hippos from their exhortions.
Gerblit cooed at her mighty lord. "What are you thinking, my precious
bronze god of love" she asked? Gringr's fierce brow furrowed as he
turned to her, his normally taught muscles relaxed from the nights
battle. "I'm hungry" he replied with a manly belch.
Gerblit's almond-shaped eyes fluttered croquettishly. "Did my lord
not eat his fill last night"? Grignr laughed at her ignorantness.
"We had no food last night, Gerblit. Only each other" he smiled like
the knowing jackal. Gerblit sighed and rolled her emerald orbs to the
unseeing heavens. "Yes, Grignr. I know" she assured him.
Gerbilt reached her lithe hand, flushed pale from the night's
exaltation, over to the long corded cord hanging by her bed, and
pulled on it, smiling at the remembrance of other similar activities
of the evening as she did so in order to summon her servant's to sate
her and her mighty-thewed barbarian lover's deep, extortion-caused
hungriness in their warm, supple bellies.
As the servants arrived with breakfast . . .
Judith - judith@poetic.com
Friday, September 19, 1997 - 7:53 PM
Gerblit looked at the stuffed bore's head sitting erect on the platter. She
sniffed daintly. "My good man," she continued..."is this any kind of dish to
sit before two such honerable as me and him?"
The servents exchanged ambling glances. Who was this strange woman? And what
did she see in the mightly thewed specimen at her side? They could but shake
there heads in conservation. None understood the machinations of the human
heart. None but the hearts themself.
The bore's bead stared back at Gerblit. She stared at Gringr. He stared at the
bore'd head. The bore's head stared at Gringr. The servants stared at them
staring at the bore's head. The bore's head... oh, you get the idea...
With a toss of her gentle arm, Gerblit summoned the servents from the room. They
bowed out, being careful to open the door behind them. The hallway greeted them.
"Such fools!" Gerblit cast a flirtacious eye at Gringr. He viewed her with a
sudden exhausted exhortation.
"Oh, no, my dear...We haven't broken fast yet."
"What matter, my Lord?" And with that Gerblit threw herself at the boar's head,
shredding it with her teeth, her firey hair aflutter.
"My lady!" Gringr gazed amazed. "Your hunger makes one rise in me once more."
And with that, he...
Dan O'Leary - dano@cybercomm.net
Saturday, September 20, 1997 - 12:07 AM
And with that, he took her fully inside his massive four arms and imbraced her, locking eyez with the incandescent maiden's. "I find I have hunger this morn for more than food," he recited silently, and heaved aloft Gerblit's haughty form and carryed it towards the bed.
As Gringr's muscular appendixes placed the maidn upon the sheits, the chamber's door burst with openness and revealed a weary man, who heaved and breathlessly shuddered with exhausted exhales, and said, "My queen, I have received reports that Hkelvn, the Enchanter has apparently learned of yore bother Zaskrn's death, and has launched an assault upon our might city," which caused Gerblit to sit up and cry out, "No, prey that this man speaks not untruths, as Hkelvn's dark powers are far too powerful for even my formerly borthers' forces to hold back Gringr, you must act quickly if we are to have a chance of sir viving his the attack of his Dark Minions."
Gringr, angered that both his hungers this morn would go unquenched, stood up upright and squared his shoulders, and redirected the anger of his *scoreus interruptus*, knowing full well this task at hand. Years ago, in his villidge, Gringr learned of many legends of the ancient Enchanters ways of dark magic and of his thirst for power and of his fiery unmercilessness towards those not yet under his control and of his Dark Hordes he summoned to attack weekend citys like vultures attacking injured unprotected animals and of the many battles fought in vane against the many chequered creatures and of the many slaughtered and carryed away for food and of the remining citizens having to surrender to the rule of Hkelvn, and many were the tails of those who fell in their quest to reach Hkelvn's Black Tower of Emerald to sanctify some poor conquered people in some distant morose town. Gringr knows now that only he can save the people of Gorzan from the whoreds of darkspawn now gathering at the cities gate, and that he must then find the Black Tower of Emerald and usurp the Enchanter's rumored source of power, the legendary jewel of many a man's quest...
THE EYE OF ARGON!
David - lordiago@rocketmail.com
Saturday, September 20, 1997 - 4:33 AM
Gringr began thundering ponderously toward the door to find the placidy precious
ARGON'S EYE. He stooped only for the briefest second like the flutter of a
buttery fly wing to grip the still throbbing handle of his might Death Dealing
Battle axe. "Grignr!" The mighty gargarian heard Gerblit call him behind. He
turned, his mighty, sullen hair swoooshing about his head like Medusa's kilt
gone strangly mad with oily black looks. "I am off to save your kingdom, little
Gerblit, and at the same time destroy the evil Hkelvn and his horrible min..."
Grignr's words stuffed his throat as he looked sultrily to Gerblit. Swinging
from her daint-like finger was his loin cloth. She had a knowing, random smile
on her ovine face. "You mighty need this, might Grignr."
"Stupendous wench," Gringer childed as he sauntered heavily toward her, the
throbbing axe handle still throbbing in his hand. He hand the loincloth from
her snatched and quickly fastened it around his bulging waste. Gringr looked
toward the door and saw the servant standing sullenly, slightly stupified.
Gringr, now dressed, quickly bounded through the doors and into the livery,
where his steed awaited him fully packed. Gringr took the saddle with one
mighty leap and trolloped through the city gates toward his destiny at the
Black Tower.
Only moments after he started his ride....
James Mortimer-Roberts - racket@pacific.net.sg
Monday, September 22, 1997 - 5:04 AM
Gringr felt an unmuted sensation on his private part - "what matter of mystic
mage-spewn monstrousness be this" he quoth subcutaneously. For in sooth it were a
vile and miscreant whoreson fly-blown thing which chafed and worried at his most
tender (due to the fore-night's tussling) part.
Wrenching off the restricting loin cloth, Gringr's eyes sat balefully upon the
hideous spectacle thus revealed.
"My mighty weapon is engorged - nay enflamed - yet none temptation can I espy -
tis sorcery indeed!"
(Sadly, the loin cloth had a-poisoned been - by a fearful and most potent Magick.)
"Fain would I ne'er ha' set foot in this thrice accursed land -
were it but for the love of my lady fair I would not... and e'en so... tis a
black day for I, when the very root of my mighty weapon is afire and curst with
the fiery tongues of hellions!"
From the base of his unwittingly engorged manhood a small curl of smoke began
writhing its portentous way upwards, and then suddenly, too suddenly, a crack full
as wide as the edge of a gold coin appeared. With a wrenching and calamitious blast
of ether-shattering energy - Gringr's mighty weapon was ripped from his very
frame. But Gringr was made of sterner stuff than mere mortals can comprehend.
Not a whimper escaped his full crimsom lips - he merely held his breath within
the titanic ribs straddling his brawny chest which was but a neck's breadth from
his heroic and leonine head.
"A small matter, and not one to cause undue concern," Gringr grunted pleasantly.
His stoic indifference was to be the stuff of legends for years gone by and far
and wide was the tale retold from that day on. And until now as well too it was.
With these words, Gringr recommenced his mission, and when a large black crow
alighted on his shoulder he was surprised to hear it say...
Jim - James_B_Sharkey_jr@mercer.com
Monday, September 22, 1997 - 3:02 PM
Deep below, in the cavernous caverns that were the palaces dungeons, a
battered, beaten, bashed, bedraggled, bloodied, broken body began to
stir. It was Hkelvn's trusted servant, Swamp the Enchanter. As his
body regnerated throught the power of his dark Stygian gods, he
pondered lightly on his fate. "It was foolish of me to enter the
palace so barzenly, like a wanton strumpet, without my sorcerous
spells of abjuration and protection on to protect me." He thought.
His bones knitted like some demonic sweater, he bounded softly to his
feat, his gelatinous bulk belying his ponderous dexterity. "Now" he
thought, "I must escape this abbatoir-like slaughterhouse they dumped
my inert, unmoving form into!" Summoning his enchanted magicks, he
levitated to the hole in the ceiling where they dumped his bulk like
so much deritus. "I must warn my Lord Hkelvn that there is a mighty
barbarian warrior among his midst" he thought quickly!!
Covering his form in dark shades, he slipped past the vigiliant,
apathetic gards like some anxious shadow, worried that the light of
the righteous sun will find and destroy it. He darted past them as
quickly as his minute bulk would allow, and slid out the palace gates,
and down the street to the very gate where the mighty Grignr had just
passed. Without pausing, he dashed through the imposing, delicate
gates, right past the very man he wished to avoid.
The Ecordian, startled by the sudden appearance of this shadowy figure
in the shadows, swung his stead Jrnikl about, and without a thought,
swung Death-Dealer at the source of his startlement, cleaving the
stricken Swamp's skull in twain as he sent his master Hkelvn a warning
of dangerous danger approaching with his now bisected mind. As he
immediately began to heal this wound, his last thought before falling
into Stygian pools of black darkness was "Not again."
Without stopping to consider how this strange, dark shadow had some
substantiation to its incoporealness, Grignr continued on his way down
the road to the Black Tower of Emerald, watched longingly from her
high, lusty tower by Queen Gerblit. On the way to this magickal
monolith, however . . .
Dan O'Leary - dano@cybercomm.net
Monday, September 22, 1997 - 9:53 PM
[On the way to this magickal monolith, however . . .]
Grignr paused on his ride upon feeling parchment to drink from his rashens. At the apex of the Stone Valley of Svlanak, as Grignr stopped to relieve his irridescent thirst, a florid cloud of dust takes shape like storm clouds that had fallen from the aranacious mid-morning sky. When he had finished relieving himself, Grignr spurd his might stead and galloped twards the dusty distubance, disturbed this distubance might indeed be disturbing enough to disturb his quest. He stealed himself as he approached the open plane and squinted wide his fiery olfactory orbs of hawkish vision to determine what was now in his coarse.
Quoth Grignr; "Goblins, an army of such, No dout, summoned by Hkelvn!". Dividing the number of visible legs by two, Grignr determined there was over 2000 of the damnable dirty denziens of deep dark dungeons. Truly, news of such odds would cause weaker men to throw down their weapons and retreat robustly. However. Not Grignr. Much was at steak; his beloved Gerblit. her mythical city. his quest. the Fight against evil. the deaf eat of that monster, Hkelvn. and of coarse. the Eye of Argon itself.!
Grabbing his mighty weapon, he boughed his head for a moment in audible prayer. Grabbing next his sword, a roar he bellowed before advancing twards this massive foes.
Judith - judith@poetic.com
Tuesday, September 23, 1997 - 12:57 PM
Meanwhile, back at the castle...
Gerblit stared at the vast empty door threw witch her lover had past. Such a man
was he! Such a one who could never resist baring himself to the stipping call of
naked danger! Heaving a great sigh, her breasts moved under her taught garment
as if filled with a life of there own. What to do...
During a momentary pause in heaving, Gerblit contracted an idea... why leave her
Gringr to his own devises when she could join up with him and they could devise
as one! The fair auburned beauty pulled at the chord, summoning her servants to
her once agin.
"Clear out this bore's head!" she shouted cruelly. "I've had enought truck with
it." She paused, amazed at her own powers of prognostication... truck? Casting
such superflewous thots aside, Gerblit continued her triade. "Bring me my riding
gear! And the garments of a young man!"
The servants boughed deeply from there wastes. "My lady," finally spake one, "do
you wish us to sleigh a young man for this porpoise?"
Gerblit begin beeting him with the bore's snout. "NO! Stupid one! Just do as I
say! If you were ment to think I would have said so."
Later, disgized as a young man, her melons firmly bound onto her rib cage, Gerblit
tucked her long wavy hare into a caplet. "I can ride with the best of them!" she
assured herself as she mounted her mount, Griphlr. "And now, Griphlr, " she
shouted with a firm assesstation, "to find the gargantuan, generous, gorgeous
and gregarious Gringr."
And so, her head filled with G words, Gerblit, astride Griphlr, sought Gringr.
Frank Curtis
Thursday, September 25, 1997 - 10:05 AM
And with that Grignrr sought to clear his pendulous head with the clarity of a tremulous battle. With a might battle cry he resigned his steed forward towards the 2000 goblins and with a thunderous clash leaped full into the heart of the goblins. Death dealer arced wildly with untoward deth at every swing as the tintinabulations of the battle thundered gently across the stone valley. The goblins tried to run but grignr did surround them completely, turning periously in his steeds saddle to twart the goblins on all sides. With a single dread swing of death dealer Grignr slewed some thirty odd goblins, there blood flowing in giant crescents splayed across the sky by Grignr's acrimonious weapon. The many cries for mercy went unheard by the portentious and ignominious ears of the ecordian. At last the goblins laid strewn upon the barren land's barreness, their life fluids drenching the arid parchness of the dry dust. The incandescent orb of the truckulent sun beat down upoin the carnage, backing the crimson blodd of the goblins onto Grignr's body.
With some arcane impulse Grignr looked back towards the stultifying horizon to see a lone figure on steed back espying him with carefullness. "Ho there shouted the barbarian quizically" dost thou wish to obviate me with your stare stranger?"
"No " intoned the stranger canonically. "I have but come to join you on your quest for the Eye of Argon!" emphatically was the reply.
Judith - judith@poetic.com
Monday, September 29, 1997 - 8:55 PM
With a toss of her tender tendrils, Gerblit ignored the fools about her. She
had most important tasks ahead of her. Touching her bound melons to acertain
herself of their flattened positions, she leaped into the saddle of her
faithful stead.
"My beloved Griphlr," she mumbled into his hairy ear, "we men have a task to
preform!" Gerblit supressed an unmanly giggle at the thought of this
parody...her mounting her mount to ride like the still wind as she searched
out her won true love. It was so terribly cliche, she couldn't stand it.
Suddenly Gerblit rained in Griphlr... was it an army of goblins she saw?
How many more Tolkeinesque plot turns could she tollerate? Stealing herself
bravely, she urged her mount further into the fray.
James Mortimer-Roberts - racket@pacific.net.sg
Wednesday, October 01, 1997 - 3:48 AM
Gringnr, meanwhile, sat solidly astrode his sturdy steed sturdily studyied the
stranger he had espied but moments afore.
"Be ye man or be ye beast, be ye friend or be ye foe, be ye... be ye.. what
be ye, that be the question." Gringnr's voluminous voice vaulted the valley and
hit the stranger full hard betwixt the ears.
"My name," the stranger whispered in a voice drenched with the kiss of darkling
powers, "my name is Glyph.
And with these words he galloped on his midnight steed t'ward the stoic form of
mighty Gringnr.
"Grins't thou, Gringnr?" gasped Glyph grimly.
"Nay, not I," grimaced Gringr gingerly, " I see no mirth in thy visage, and if
any in mine thou see'st - tis but a fickle remnant of a thought long gone, a lost
mem'ry, an illusion most arcane, a..."
"So that's a no then is it Gringr, oh mighty thewed one?" riposted Glyph."Now,
you may well be a'wondering what does this Glyph want of me - yes? Well, the
thing is, I too am on a quest, a most noble and valiant quest, not unlike the
quest which you are on yourself... I thought that we might join forces as it were -
you know what they say about two heads being better than one."
"Avaunt thee, vile demon! Two heads you say, hah! Thy very words betray thy demonic
soul, for all men know that a man with one head more than one is a demon in human
guise!" With these words Gringr swept the still sanguine blade of Death Dealer at
the head of Glyph.
"Gringr, no!" rang out a voice which alone in all the world had the power to stay
the mighty arm of glorious Gringr... it was Gerblit, careening carelessly down
the hillside astride the gregarious Griphlr...
Mike O'Leary - oleary@pegasus.montclair.edu
Firday, January 16, 1998 - 8:55 PM
"Who would want what with we. I am the gregarious Gringnr. This most foulest
of the foul ones is truly foul. What man appoints himself the stopper of Death Dealer,
my trusty blade!." Gringnr asked to the strange speaking one.
"It is but me Gringnr. Gerblit. And you canot kill him with Death Dealer your trusty
blade for I know of Glyph he being half of my brother.' Six steely orbs apeered at each
other. Gringnr new that Gerblit was a woman but she looked like a male boy. Her
clothes and outfit were not stygian enough to be his enemy but could he andor she
be Gerblit! The idea was preposterous. Little did he no that it would soon be postposterus?
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