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| [GRP] Lumberjacks gonna Lumber and Jack | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:21 am (194 Views) | |
| Kurma | Sun Jan 8, 2012 9:02 am Post #16 |
 
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As the trees fell, Kurma felt a strong urge to do something he'd never done before, something he'd never considered in his wildest dreams. "Timber!" he shouted, as the wicked tree ents toppled to their dooms, roaring in agony and bewilderment. There was a sort of still over the wood for a moment, as the trees struggled to get up again, the first tree bleeding thick maple sap from the wound in its root-leg. Kurma hoped that maybe the trees would be unable to stand again, but it was an uncertain bet. Certainly they were still living, only wounded. Was the axe of a lumberjack the only weapon that could defeat these immortal plants? Arnor was destined to be the hero in this battle, and Kurma silently prayed the lumberjack had the strength to take up his destiny. |
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| Arnor | Mon Jan 9, 2012 7:54 pm Post #17 |
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Arnor steadied himself with his axe readied. These trees probably thought they were the bee's knees, being all animated but they will still be terminated. And now this rhyming is getting silly because the writer doesn't have the proper timing. The tree that was uninjuried by the axe got up and stared down the clothed man and the turtle. The other one held his root knee thing where his root leg was severed. He held it like he had been shot in the knee with an arrow. Arnor ran with all of the energy he had left in his legs. He swung his axe down from over his head hitting the tree in the head center. The axe stuck for a moment and a tree was paralyze. The next second it split cleanly in half and fell over. |
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| Kurma | Mon Jan 9, 2012 8:37 pm Post #18 |
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As Arnor's heaving axe struck the trunk of the living tree, a resounding crack echoed through the woods. As if by magic, the defeated trees began to burn with an unnatural green flame, the fire consuming them entirely, carrying away any trace of their existence in billows of grey smoke, but leaving the rest of the forest untouched. And as the trees faded into darkness, so did Kurma's vision as the scenery around him began to blur, everything melting away, before his eyelids flitted open, revealing a peaceful scene around him. The Agewatcher awoke to find himself surrounded by green, in a sunny forest clearing. Where precisely he was, he couldn't be certain, but he felt he was near civilization. The first thing he noticed was obvious: he had been tied up. Ropes bound his hands and feet, although his wrists were bound in front of him, as his short arms could not reach around his massive shell. The second thing was the body of Arnor, laying only meters away from him. There was no doubt in the tortoise's mind that his adventure with the strange lumberjack had been a dream... but how? |
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