Xia's pubic hair... Hold on, let me check my teeth.

Whatever you have will go to the memorial...

The closest thing to Aggie's hair you can find are some strands of tendon pulled away from the heart muscle.

Any port in a storm?

Check your PMs, DEP.


What? Oh OK, just a sec.

Jerry and I talked long into the night with our new friends.

As they seem to have survived better than some of the more dead members of our party it makes sense to try and throw our lot in with them.

Before retiring for the night I asked the tree folk if they would let the rest of our party join us in the canopy.

Further I asked whether they would give us back our weapons and allow us to go gathering and bring the gang back here.

Then I slept.

As dawn touches the horizon with her rose tinted fingers I awake and make my way to the gathering hall to see if a decision has yet been made.

I get back to the fire out of breathe and crawling at this point.. I quickly thank DL for deciding to come searching after me for I might not have made it if it wasn't for him.. I grab my mead and begin chugging, pour some on killers back and wrapping his wounds--

"umm Chez... maybe u were right not to go into the forest.. screw this place I say we build boats or canoes out of the trees and go hunt down the people that stole our longships.. after we get the rest of our viking brothers of course"

Goes and sits by fire drinking lots and lots of mead.. mumbling something about midget dinosaurs, and creepy birds

Rambo and MyBrothersKeeper reach the clearing where the little lizards are just as Smarty, Doggy, and Killer jet the f**k out of there like someone set their beards aflame. The three were in such a panic that they didn't seem to even notice the back-up that had come to help them.

Rambo blinks a few times as the lizards shift their focus to these two. "This is what they ran away from?"

The lizards screech, one of them leaps through the air towards MBK.

[note: no one else is around, there is no way you area aware of the situation. If you "show up" just because you read this, these f**kers will eat the s**t out of you.]


Back at the Camp

The relative peace of the fire is broken when Smarty and Doggylives burst from the trees, out of breath and panting. Smarty appears to have wet his breeches a bit, and Doggy appears to have.... Is that s**t on his upper lip?

The dog looks the worst by far, though. Killer has two small chunks taken out of his back. He wines and tries to lick at his wounds.

"Odin's beard," Marz says, getting up from the fire side; "What happened to you?"

I see all of their beedy eyes looking at me. They no longer look like cute little lizards...instead they look possessed. I jolt back to reality seeing one of the rabid ba$ta*ds flying towards MBK. I instinctively fire my bow...sending my prayers to Ullr ( ) and an arrow hurtling towards the green airborne body. Without holding my gaze on the flying lizard to see what damage is done. I immediately load up another arrow and take aim at the next closest one.

*Let's out loud Viking Battle cry*

"Odin have mercy! MBK we gotta get the heck out of here!"

My heart beat and pace quicken as the beast leaps towards me. Under my breath I thank the Gods for this opportunity. I grab my dagger and firmly slash at the creatures throat...
"Tonight we will dine on vengeance!"

I spread my legs towards the fire.. hoping to dry my pee stain.. I get vivid images flashing through my head..





"those little b*****ds tried to eat me, Don't go that way into the forest whatever you do.. I think I'd rather get eaten by the big beast than those lil things.. they were all tickly and nibbly and had fangs.. hey do we have any liquor here thats stronger than mead??

Two Against a Swarm.

Rambo lets free an arrows, the shaft tearing through one the lizards, leaving a gaping hole in the things torso. Two of them jump in at MBK, he swipes at them with his daggers tearing their limbs apart to rain gore down to the earth.

A sharp pain tears into Rambo's ankle, and he sees one of the little b*****ds with blood dripping from it's mouth. It screeches up at him and two more start jumping feet first at him.

MBK feels something land on his back, it's about fifteen to twenty pounds of weight and it sends him moving a few steps forward. He feels claws digging into his back where the creature landed.

(for those counting, there are 16 of these little f**kers left)

I'm drunk and pass out next to the fire.. cuddling up with my wounded dog, keeping my spear in my hand and snorring loudly

Ahhhhh! In two quick motions i shoot my already loaded arrow at the creature on MBK's back. The string twangs at the realease of the deadly projectile. I then lean back and use my bow (in my left hand) as a shield against the other two lizards flying at my chest. while shielding myself with my bow, i place my right hand on my shortsword to draw it from my hip. I will attempt to kick the $h!t out of the possessed lizard at my feet. that ba$ta*d bit my ankle.

"MBK...should we run, or maybe we can go back to back and hold out...using our bows as shields and choppin these ba$ta*ds to pieces"

Two in a Swarm

Rambo lets fly an arrow at the creature on MBK's back, the shaft skewers the beast but also scrapes along his comrade's back; leaving a shallow cut in it's wake. He turns back just in time to bat the other two away with his bow.

The little one at his feet prepares to take another bite, but Rambo quickly stomps the life out of it. The rest start to scamper around, preparing to dive in again...

(14 more left)


(I will probably wrap Day 3 up tonight. Any adventures that are already going on will go on a quick/short puppet-mode so that I can wrap things up. Then we'll start Day 4 tomorrow.)

After blocking the attack...and facing the possessed lizard dinosaurs. They're beady little glowing eyes stare back at me. *where do these creatures come from?* I think as i draw my shortsword from my side, slicing it down near the ground. I devise a strategy of blocking their leaps with my bow or either cutting them out of the air with my shortsword.

...if those lizard ba$ta*ds get near my feet...then i'm going for field goals...

You wonder around in the wooded area for a long while. Though you try to move in a straight line, you end up turning at least a few times and you soon find yourself lost.

All the trees look the same, any tracks are long gone. The two of you are alone in the dark forest. You can't use the sun to guide you, as the tree tops block it out.

Behind the leafy canopy the sky appears to be taking on an orange-ish glow. The sun must be setting. It will be dark soon. Perhaps wandering off into the jungle without any reinforcements wasn't such a great idea. You briefly ponder over how things might have turned out if Rambo had joined you.

"It's getting dark," the thrall says, stating the obvious.

A twig snaps somewhere in the forest, not too far away.

"Run?! HA! From these chicken sized $#it$? I would rather burn in the fires of Helheim then to run from such a one sided battle! We are Vikings!!! Back to Back it is, but we will rotate right, you attack the ones closest with your dagger while I shoot the ones within range with my bow."

I back up to Rambo, and draw two more arrows and fire them simultaneously towards two of the beasts about 5 feet from me....

Two fools in a swarm of death

The brave vikings stood with their backs together, prepared to destroy these reptiles and send them back to whatever hell they came from. MBK let fly two arrows, one of which landed harmlessly into the ground, the other impaled one of the things; quickly turning its screech to a squeel.

The pair fought like this for a long while, cutting the chicken-lizards away with their daggers and firing upon them with their arrows. They took countless bites and bled from many wounds, but in the end they defeated the swarm; killing every last one of them.

"I wonder what these taste like," Rambo said when the last one died.

"Who would have thought that this (holds up one of the lizards) could bite so damn hard? TO VICTORY!"

I shake the shoulder of Rambo, who seems to have given away a few tastes to the little b*****ds himself during battle.

"We need to head back to camp to clean our wounds and celebrate our victory. I bet these things taste like chicken, what do ya think Rambo? I know that Smarty, Doggy and Killer have to be famished after the sprint they put on earlier."

I collect my arrows, bundle some of the dead creatures for dinner and further mutilation and head back to camp.