Blackcrowe
09-12-2011, 10:31 PM
Varsil Demonsoul pushed open the Green Door and scoured the interior of the Adventurers Collective for the face of the one he sought. It wasn't there. What he did spot was the back of the head that belonged to the face. That would have to do.
Pushing his way through the throng he approached the back of the head that he wanted to address. "Hey Fury, there you are. Listen to this!".
The head failed to turn. From somewhere on the opposite side of it came the less than enthusiastic response of "Mmm?".
"Treasure and magic Fury! You'll never believe what I've found in Fogbough Forest."
"Shush" said the back of the head.
"Never bloody mind shush!" snapped Varsil "Wait till you hear about it. There were three of them you see. Each one bigger than a horse but one of them could fly and the invisible one was made out of solid silver".
"Mmm?" came the disinterested response.
Varsils patience snapped. "Are you listening to me?" he thundered. "Four days I hunted them. And when I finally caught up with them one of them shrunk to the size of a mushroom and jumped inside my ear. I couldn't get it out for a week and then it finally exploded."
The Judge remained facing the other way. "Shush Varsil" he muttered absently. His attention was totally focused on something in front of him.
"For Srythaks sake Fury. Will you listen? It was amazing! I could see right through one of them. Its body was full of gemstones and it had your bloody name written on its forehead. There was a big oak tree under the waterfall that was on fire and it told me riddles about it. What do you think of that?"
"Mmm?" muttered the Judge.
Stunned at the absolute lack of interest in this earth-shattering news Varsil paused perplexed. He peered over the Judges shoulder to see just what was so riveting that he could barely make a dent in the mans consciousness.
Judge Fury was gazing transfixed into a crystal ball.
Varsil peered into the depths of the globe. Inside it he could see fifteen huge ogres clad in black. They were performing some sort of gruesome war dance which involved much stomping about and pulling of faces.
"Oh hell", opined Varsil. He'd encountered this very thing once before, about four years ago. He raised his eyes skyward in an attitude of resignation and breathed a deep sigh.
When he glanced back the ogres were now brutally stomping all over a clan of smaller red-clad ogres. They paused occasionally to throw what, unless Varsil was very much mistaken, looked like an inflated Trossk-bladder about.
Varsils shoulders slumped in defeat. Experience told him the Judges mind and conversational powers were beyond his reach for the foreseeable future. "Forget it." he said, "I'll tell you all about it in a month" and headed for the exit.
As he left the door slammed shut behind him.
"Mmm?" said the back of the head.
Pushing his way through the throng he approached the back of the head that he wanted to address. "Hey Fury, there you are. Listen to this!".
The head failed to turn. From somewhere on the opposite side of it came the less than enthusiastic response of "Mmm?".
"Treasure and magic Fury! You'll never believe what I've found in Fogbough Forest."
"Shush" said the back of the head.
"Never bloody mind shush!" snapped Varsil "Wait till you hear about it. There were three of them you see. Each one bigger than a horse but one of them could fly and the invisible one was made out of solid silver".
"Mmm?" came the disinterested response.
Varsils patience snapped. "Are you listening to me?" he thundered. "Four days I hunted them. And when I finally caught up with them one of them shrunk to the size of a mushroom and jumped inside my ear. I couldn't get it out for a week and then it finally exploded."
The Judge remained facing the other way. "Shush Varsil" he muttered absently. His attention was totally focused on something in front of him.
"For Srythaks sake Fury. Will you listen? It was amazing! I could see right through one of them. Its body was full of gemstones and it had your bloody name written on its forehead. There was a big oak tree under the waterfall that was on fire and it told me riddles about it. What do you think of that?"
"Mmm?" muttered the Judge.
Stunned at the absolute lack of interest in this earth-shattering news Varsil paused perplexed. He peered over the Judges shoulder to see just what was so riveting that he could barely make a dent in the mans consciousness.
Judge Fury was gazing transfixed into a crystal ball.
Varsil peered into the depths of the globe. Inside it he could see fifteen huge ogres clad in black. They were performing some sort of gruesome war dance which involved much stomping about and pulling of faces.
"Oh hell", opined Varsil. He'd encountered this very thing once before, about four years ago. He raised his eyes skyward in an attitude of resignation and breathed a deep sigh.
When he glanced back the ogres were now brutally stomping all over a clan of smaller red-clad ogres. They paused occasionally to throw what, unless Varsil was very much mistaken, looked like an inflated Trossk-bladder about.
Varsils shoulders slumped in defeat. Experience told him the Judges mind and conversational powers were beyond his reach for the foreseeable future. "Forget it." he said, "I'll tell you all about it in a month" and headed for the exit.
As he left the door slammed shut behind him.
"Mmm?" said the back of the head.