by Dragon Sage007 » Mon Jul 29, 2002 6:33 pm
(OOC:Anyone can join this, but please don't spam it to death.)
        The scene turns to a young druid, obviously a druid because only a druid could come within twenty feet of a tiger without getting mauled, unlike an obvious predecessor on the ground. Along with an unfortunate person’s skull, the cave they were in was covered in books. Tons of books, which is an unusual asset for a tiger to have. The books ranged from alchemy to the story of “The Hit†(which was tattered and obviously had been pawed through repeatedly.) The other books looked as though they were brand new, especially thick ones like “The gravitational theory and how it applies to you†and “See Spot Teach Historyâ€. The druid, however, was wearing a simple green robe and trying to wade through the sea of books, holding a thick brown one and an oddly carved staff. He was also looking down on a particularly fierce lion.
        “I thank you for your hospitality Sher’ Khan. If I can ever do anything for you...â€
        “Read another of those books to me. I rather liked that story of that man who saved the world with a broom. And stop calling me Sher’ Khan. I don’t like being named.â€
        “Really? In my world, a man named Kipling visited, and wrote a book. In that book, a very fierce tiger named Sher’ Khan held all of a jungle in fear.â€
        “I’m quite sure. I don’t want to spoil the tiger’s good name by having it placed on me. Now, read that book.†At this point, the tiger pushes a smallish black book, bound in leather and having a small clasp with a mystic sigil on it, to the druid
        “Let’s see, what is...I don’t think you want me to read this book to you, it’s actually a spell book. I can’t read all of it, but I do know it was a black mage’s. Put this somewhere safe. How about this boo†The druid never finished that sentence, because an earth shattering BOOM rocked the cave and actually knocked man and tiger into a few walls.
        “What in the name of Gaera was that?â€
        “I believe it was a small spell, presumably from a Mage who wants his book back. Should I go and give it back?†Asked a slightly bruised druid, picking himself up off the ground.
        “Why not? I can’t read it, you can’t read all of it, and he obviously wants it back very badly to fire such a small spell, but I should kill him for firing at my home.†The lion replied somewhat wistfully.
        “I’ll handle it.†And as the druid stepped outside, holding the book and his staff, he saw something that tantalized him to no end. It was night, and the sky he saw was the same as what he saw at home. “Home...†Several thoughts came to him, only to be interrupted by a lightning bolt.
        “I want my brother’s book!†Yelled the ominous voice from which the bolt had come.
        “Why didn’t you ask? Wait, I want to verify it was, indeed, your brother’s book. What is it about?â€
        “It had a spell in it on teleportation. A very strong spell. Now return it before I blast you, your pet kitty, and everything else within a fifty mile radius!â€
        “I somehow doubt you. If it was merely a teleportation spell, why are you so intent on killing everyone around to get it? I doubt you hold that much value on your brother’s belongings, and I doubt you would have a chance to fire a shot at both a druid who can cast Aero at this moment, and a lion who is actively sneaking up on you.†At this the figure panicked, turned, and of course did not see a lion behind him. What he did see was thousands of blades of grass growing quickly and wrapping around his arms and mouth.
        “Zphglurble!â€
        “My, my, such harsh language. Now, tell me what the book is about. My companion and I would like to know.†The wizard heard a growl from somewhere behind him. “He’s rather upset about being called a ‘pet kitty’.†A much louder growl emitted from behind the wizard, along with vines slipping out of his mouth.
        “PTTTTHH!! God, that grass tasted nasty! Gahh, please call off the lion! How did he get behind me anyways?â€
        “He would starve if he wasn’t sneaky. As for calling him off, I can’t call him off, he is not under my control. If you do what I ask, though, I will try to persuade him to let go.†Saying ‘try’ and ‘persuade’ as a gambler lays down his hand at a poker game without taking a look at what his cards were, making it seem as though slim chances were better than none.
        “It was a spell made to let people travel anywhere they wanted, anytime they wanted! They could get through large vaults, go to another country, go to another world even!â€
        “Another..world..â€
        “Yeah, without even knowing the place they want to go to! All they have to do is say the name and poof! You’re there!â€
        “*Sigh* If only you could tell the truth. Listen, This is too much to be coincidence, and too little to be fate. Therefore, it is a setup. Hide a book where the druid will go, send an angry hired mage after him, and make him want to read the book. I know that people can put curses in words on books, so that if you make someone read it, they die. I don’t know who you are, but you may take this book, and shove it. Tell whoever it was that you failed because I was too smart. Tell them I will be more wary next time. And most definately tell them that I want to know why they want me dead, sick, or trapped here. Now go.†The mage stopped struggling against the vines because they a)weren’t there, and b)the mage was now a puff of smoke. “I believe I have placed you in danger. I will leave.â€
        “Hah! You think my only link to great stories will pass away without MY death first? You are a very naive druid. We will both leave.†He said with a sniff. “By the way, humans hold much greater stock with names than I do, but you may call me *sigh* Sher’ Khan, but if I am called cute by anyone but the extremely naive, well,†He flexed all his claws on each forepaw “I can be a lot worse than that cat you complain about at home.â€
        “What, you can shred all my clothes without so much as a look back? Ah well. Just try not to scare anyone should we go into towns. I did pass a Kotoki’s inn once, we should head there. Many heroes lodge there, and they won’t think twice about it being destroyed.â€
        “Kotoki? Wasn’t she associated with that man who saved the worldâ€
        “With a broom, yes. And I believe she fell in love with a black mage.â€
        “Poor girl.â€
        “Oh hush. We need to be there before daybreak. I’ll carry the big stick, you take the books.†And with that, they started on a grand adventure, fit for neither man nor beast, but both together might make it. If beast stopped wanting to hear more about the man who saved the world with a broom.