Pete, or One-Eyed Pete to those that liked to make fun of him, was very very wet. This was far from a normal state of affairs for the druid, but not entirely unexpected, considering that he was currently crawling onto dry land from the ocean. While not the absolute worst thing he had experienced, being shipwrecked was way up there on his list of things that suck. Seeing lights in the distance, the unibrowed young man who in fact, despite his nickname, had both eyes, walked towards the source of said lights.
A day or so later...
Pete was wandering through the streets of a stadium, holding a small piece of paper. It resembled the tickets for passenger ships, but due to his illiteracy, he couldn't tell what it was for. Of course, not that it would matter if he could read it, as it wasn't in a language he was familiar with. Back on subject, he was heading towards a stadium of some sort.
He had planned on just peeking in through the door to see what was going on, but when he reached the entrance, another with a presumably similar goals ran into Pete, sending the druid in somewhat tattered clothing practically tripping over Curate, who seemed today to have the universal role of a doormat.
Well, not practically. Quite literally. Pete fell right on the ground, and in the process, gave the spider-dragon's balance a run for it's money.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=flamingdeth>FlamingDeth</A] at: 4/15/03 2:23:19 am