Guest Shootist Posted August 6, 2000 Share Posted August 6, 2000 Well, if Imladil wants to post somewhere else it's his computer and his time. I too post over there from time to time (under a different name) Back to our story:The Legend of Imladil I was held in a glass box, held helpless by the six plexiglass walls, no weapons,no clothing, nothing to do...except watch. Daisy,squatting before a roaring fire injesting a mysterious silver-grained dust, began to writhe slowly, at first in a slow,rythmic, circular motion. Her animal magnetism held the Space Monkey Pirates mesmerized, eyes glazed, rolled back in their sockets, drool slipped grotesquely down their jowls. As Daisy's Dance became more stacato, her swirling progressed into a small vortex which seemed to draw the souls out of the onlookers. All onlookers, that is, except for Imladil. He alone stood arms twitching as his muscles danced with anticipation. His jaw was set and clinched with cold black eyes reflecting neither fear nor question. There seemed to be only one emotion that could tear through Imladil's face...pity. Pity for the poor souls that were about to be set free from their quasi-human bodies. They had tackled the wrong Star Pilot this time, and he felt sorry that they would only learn that gut spilling lesson the hard way.......... ? More? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest The Master Posted August 6, 2000 Share Posted August 6, 2000 Yeah! This should get interesting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Shootist Posted August 7, 2000 Share Posted August 7, 2000 Thanx: The first pair to step forward never got their fist step planted. Imladil spilled their innards with the quick wave and the Whoosh of his stilleto. The small blade found its home back in the "KillMaster's" shroud of a cape before the unfortunate creatures could even gasp. The second group was quick to observe, but not to learn. There were four of them. Im's black hair barely moved as he dispatched the quartet with a quick underhand fling of four fighting stars. Each star tracking its way accurately to the wrinkled forehead of a pink pirate. Still Imladil had not stirred. The cigar stump still clenched in the corner of his mouth. "C#$@p," Imladil growled, "I reckon muh darn cigar went out." His eyes were still fixed on Daisy as he lifted the back of his hand to the stub of tobacco. Skin meeting the unseen fire of the ciger released a sizzle and smoke that made the minions gasp in fear. "Humpf, guess it's lit." he mumbled, still a statue against the blue obilisk. "You boys put out my stogie an' I'm likely to get upset." The statement carried the nonchalant quality of a promise made to a small child, quiet,serious and truthful...... More? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest The Master Posted August 7, 2000 Share Posted August 7, 2000 Yeah..... Only if you add me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Evil Spock Posted August 11, 2000 Share Posted August 11, 2000 Imladil has been taken as a drone to the slave girl mines of Fecundis Prime. I doubt he would come back if given the choice. ------------------ "Beware the bearded one." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Rogue Posted August 11, 2000 Share Posted August 11, 2000 Wasn't Evil Spock Imladils puppet? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest The Master Posted August 11, 2000 Share Posted August 11, 2000 Yes, thats what I once was brought to beleive. Well, Evil Spock, or should I say IMLADIL! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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