The next great adventure, or, this week on As The Bandwagon Turns.
Last thing, there was a glint of eyes in the darkness, and then claws, and teeth, and pain.
Next thing, a dark-haired figure has just materialized near the edge of the woods. His clothes are torn and dirty, but his body is unexpectedly whole, and a sword dangles loosely from his hand; so loosely, not having known he'd be holding one, or have a hand to hold it with, that he drops it. He retrieves it and, as he rises, begins to take in his surroundings, and -- huh.
This is not what was expected. But, having something of a well-organized mind, he squares his shoulders and begins to head towards the house.
By demand, Edrahil, yet another re-intro'd, reset Silmarillion puppet. He's just been eaten by a wolf, but he was expecting that.
Next thing, a dark-haired figure has just materialized near the edge of the woods. His clothes are torn and dirty, but his body is unexpectedly whole, and a sword dangles loosely from his hand; so loosely, not having known he'd be holding one, or have a hand to hold it with, that he drops it. He retrieves it and, as he rises, begins to take in his surroundings, and -- huh.
This is not what was expected. But, having something of a well-organized mind, he squares his shoulders and begins to head towards the house.
By demand, Edrahil, yet another re-intro'd, reset Silmarillion puppet. He's just been eaten by a wolf, but he was expecting that.