this can't be good.
"Loquasto, Bruce, go search for any sign of Dongalor. I'll take care of this."
On the last sentence, the young man, dressed in rough warrior's garb and looking rather scruffy, reaches over his shoulder for the hilt of the sword his father crafted and closes it on empty air. After groping around for a few moments, he turns around. "Dammit - all right, who saw my sword last?"
The words die halfway out of his mouth, though, staring at the friendly looking lobby of what must be a very upscale chalet. And not even the one he was just in. "Um," he says, uncertainly. "...what?" And more hesitantly. "Aneka?"
Okay, so losing the sword is one thing, it's not like he doesn't do that a lot. But losing a whole chateau and band of resistance fighters? That's just an all new low.
Typist: ...so, um. Krod Mandoon, from the aptly named "Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire." Without his flaming sword of fire, though, he may have forgotten it. Enjoy!
On the last sentence, the young man, dressed in rough warrior's garb and looking rather scruffy, reaches over his shoulder for the hilt of the sword his father crafted and closes it on empty air. After groping around for a few moments, he turns around. "Dammit - all right, who saw my sword last?"
The words die halfway out of his mouth, though, staring at the friendly looking lobby of what must be a very upscale chalet. And not even the one he was just in. "Um," he says, uncertainly. "...what?" And more hesitantly. "Aneka?"
Okay, so losing the sword is one thing, it's not like he doesn't do that a lot. But losing a whole chateau and band of resistance fighters? That's just an all new low.
Typist: ...so, um. Krod Mandoon, from the aptly named "Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire." Without his flaming sword of fire, though, he may have forgotten it. Enjoy!