From: juguia@aol.com (JuguIa)
Date: 06 Jun 2000 13:58:17 EDT
No doubt about it, being a single mother from a failed inter-species union was never easy.
She stood before the ancient edifice, massive form heaving breath after panting breath. How long had it been since she'd last stalked the halls of men? How long since she gazed upon her fair, recalcitrant love?
Jugula swiped at a train of fernmosses with an oversized paw-like hand, sending the swampgrowth fluttering from her bedraggled green mane to the cobblestone street. It came to rest between her gargantuan bare feet, beside a small sack in which she carried her only possessions.
With a heaving sigh, she straightened and stretched her misshapen back, popping vertebrae into place with a staccato clatter as she yawned a foul-smelling breath skyward.
She had returned to see what could be salvaged of her wonderful old times with Billy Ray, and to prepare him.
He had a son... A son that any father would be proud of.
She would make him understand.
Jugula settled back into her accustomed slouch, lifted the sack of baubles and memories, and stalked down the stairs to the dueling hall.
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From: karnafexx@aol.com (Karnafexx)
Date: 12 Jun 2000 11:37:54 EDT
Billy sat eating a plate of scrambled eggs while sitting at the Sierra Redwin table in the Dead Nicholas. His time had been so restricted lately that no news had reached him of the goings on in the arena. Yet his relationship with Kappy has deepened, business was good and he had a clean pair of underwear on.
The sun was shining brightly through the arched, stained glass windows and he was busy playing an off-tune ditty on his plate and orange juice glass with a fork and knife. He couldn't help but smile as everything in his life was falling neatly into place.
What could possibly go wrong....
Date: 12 Jun 2000 11:37:54 EDT
Billy sat eating a plate of scrambled eggs while sitting at the Sierra Redwin table in the Dead Nicholas. His time had been so restricted lately that no news had reached him of the goings on in the arena. Yet his relationship with Kappy has deepened, business was good and he had a clean pair of underwear on.
The sun was shining brightly through the arched, stained glass windows and he was busy playing an off-tune ditty on his plate and orange juice glass with a fork and knife. He couldn't help but smile as everything in his life was falling neatly into place.
What could possibly go wrong....
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From: juguia@aol.com (JuguIa)
Date: 12 Jun 2000 12:55:19 EDT
Jugula curled her enormous bulk into an approximation of the foetal position, mostly hidden from the morning sun by the jumbled teepee of uprooted firs she had thrown together the night before. She poked a rubbery finger into one gaping nostril and probed it thoughtfully, reflecting on the days since her return.
She was a Warlord -- no, a Warlady -- now, and entitled to gather the honors needed to challenge for higher rank. She was spokestroll for the Red Orc Brewery, and afforded all the Orcish brew she could swallow (that being, half a dozen casks in any given sitting) as long as she proclaimed "For the Glory of the Orc!" before each of her bouts.
Billy Ray had yet to make an appearance, but Sartan had promised (whether because of friendship or under threat of further smooches, she did not know) to find him for her.
With a rumbling sigh, she withdrew the probing finger and rolled over onto her left side, shifting the entire teepee slightly closer to collapse.
Within moments, a ground-shaking snore thrummed throughout the clearing, terrifying animals and woodsmen alike with its regular, even basso profundo.
The Grendeldam slept.
Her dreams involved Billy Ray Karnafexx and a dueling ring filled with whipped heavy cream.
Date: 12 Jun 2000 12:55:19 EDT
Jugula curled her enormous bulk into an approximation of the foetal position, mostly hidden from the morning sun by the jumbled teepee of uprooted firs she had thrown together the night before. She poked a rubbery finger into one gaping nostril and probed it thoughtfully, reflecting on the days since her return.
She was a Warlord -- no, a Warlady -- now, and entitled to gather the honors needed to challenge for higher rank. She was spokestroll for the Red Orc Brewery, and afforded all the Orcish brew she could swallow (that being, half a dozen casks in any given sitting) as long as she proclaimed "For the Glory of the Orc!" before each of her bouts.
Billy Ray had yet to make an appearance, but Sartan had promised (whether because of friendship or under threat of further smooches, she did not know) to find him for her.
With a rumbling sigh, she withdrew the probing finger and rolled over onto her left side, shifting the entire teepee slightly closer to collapse.
Within moments, a ground-shaking snore thrummed throughout the clearing, terrifying animals and woodsmen alike with its regular, even basso profundo.
The Grendeldam slept.
Her dreams involved Billy Ray Karnafexx and a dueling ring filled with whipped heavy cream.
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From: karnafexx@aol.com (Karnafexx)
Date: 15 Jun 2000 12:11:54 EDT
The Executioner slept fitfully, tossing restlessly in the grip of some obscenely horrible nightmare. The thrashings and moans were of such magnitude that Kaprielle was forced to seek the calmer shelter of a guest room upstairs.
The images were vague and he never did see his aggressor, but flashes of green skin and jagged teeth plagued him the night through.
He screamed out once when a long, sinuous tongue snaked between slavering, sharpened jaws to caress his face, obviously before it ate him.
It wasn't until the creature in the dreams picked him up and dropped him in what seemed like a thick, sticky substance and placed it's weight on top of him, clawed digits evilly roaming his body, teasing him with sharp, gore covered claws.
Billy Ray awoke in a cold sweat, alone and wrapped tight in his bedsheets. He blinked several times, his head swinging back and forth, looking for the creature. It took him a few moments to realize where he was and that he was safe.
"Thank God, it was only a dream..." He chuckled nervously and laid back in bed.
Sleep was a long time coming.
Date: 15 Jun 2000 12:11:54 EDT
The Executioner slept fitfully, tossing restlessly in the grip of some obscenely horrible nightmare. The thrashings and moans were of such magnitude that Kaprielle was forced to seek the calmer shelter of a guest room upstairs.
The images were vague and he never did see his aggressor, but flashes of green skin and jagged teeth plagued him the night through.
He screamed out once when a long, sinuous tongue snaked between slavering, sharpened jaws to caress his face, obviously before it ate him.
It wasn't until the creature in the dreams picked him up and dropped him in what seemed like a thick, sticky substance and placed it's weight on top of him, clawed digits evilly roaming his body, teasing him with sharp, gore covered claws.
Billy Ray awoke in a cold sweat, alone and wrapped tight in his bedsheets. He blinked several times, his head swinging back and forth, looking for the creature. It took him a few moments to realize where he was and that he was safe.
"Thank God, it was only a dream..." He chuckled nervously and laid back in bed.
Sleep was a long time coming.