[color:"#00cccc"]
After hearing from Viper,about the note carved into the tree from DQueene,
and how she was still O.K., they decided to start getting ready to move on... and Jurak had a plan...
Just before breaking camp, Jurak decided in order to lighten the load
of the sled...and maybe get a bit more speed!, that...
he would bury the silver box!, (after all nobody even knew
what it was for?, or what it did?,...and it was heavy!!) <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />
it was all he could do to even lift it from it's place on the sled,
this sucker is heavy, he thought,
as he slid the cogent looking cube off the back and into his hands.
"Hey whatcha doin with that, Jurak?" Womble said.
[color:"#33cc33"]"Shhhhh, com'mere, and gimme a......hand with this deadweight!",[/color]
said the orc,
almost bustin' a nut...on the wheel of the sled,
he got hold of the shiny,silver-chrome cube,
and with Womble holding it up from the bottom and Jurak,
walking like a monkey holding a barrel, the two managed to get
it as far as the cabin...
[color:"#33cc33"] C'mon womble, just...
a..few...more.....steps.....Ahhhh!"[/color]
The "cube" was sitting beside a tall stately coniferous ,
very tall, and the smell.....hmmm......reminded him of cedar...
Jurak informed Womble of the plan to bury the cube here...
for two reasons actually!, the first one being to lighten the load
of the sled, for more speed, and possibly more room!,
his legs were cramping and were starting to undergo atrophy,
plus he liked it when they went fast!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
the other reason was....just in case they came upon any unforseen obstacles
*(which by the way, are quite common in this part of the country)*
that this unknown mystical cube that the Shaman had given him,
what seemed to be a long time ago now,
they would bury it here for safekeeping!
This was the spot, deserted cabin, tall tree to mark the spot,
and out of the way.........
or so they were fooled into thinking...
Womble took to burying the cube with an intense ferocity,
that Jurak had never seen before, at first Jurak thought womble
was trying to do the running in circle spell, but soon he was just a blur,
going round and round....and....down?
In a few short moments, Womble "popped his head out like a gopher
in a hole and said,
"right then, lower away Jurak!" And the Orc did so, with extreme care and delicacy, he managed,
with the help of a rope slung around the base of the tree, to lower it
to the awaiting womble, who immediately started covering the dirt with
his feet...like a dog digging a hole, he thought.
Jurak laughed out loud at this sight, and helped his friend finish
smoothing things over. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
"What in the great name of St. Ceasar's ghost, was that Jurak!
I thought you might drop it,on my head, it was so heavy!"
[color:"#33cc33"]I don't know what it's for,
all i know is that the shaman said it was important to get it to ...
but he didn't tell me the name... or maybe he did,
i might have forgotten! I'm sure it'll come to me in due time.
But he did say it was a gift and the people would be suprised!![/color]
Womble scratched his head and said, "we better get the blankets
and pillows that were in the cabin before we leave, or we'll have
nothing to sleep on" ...
Jurak agreed, and looked to the spot where the "cube" was buried,
but could see nary a trace!
That womble is a genius, jurak mused, as womble patted
the last bit of sod on top of the dirt.
"there we go!!, just like it was never even disturbed",
said womb, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Jurak reached down and gave the little womble a slap,
[color:"#33cc33"]good job, my friend, and the next time we get a
chance for some ale, I'll get ya the first one,
and the one after that too![/color]
They smiled, and sauntered over to the cabin.
The inside of the cabin was dark and musty,jurak thought
it smelled of old soggy burlap, with a hint of musk..., they continued
looking through the shack until they came across an open hatchway
leading to the celler, it was some sort of trap door......
hesitantly they flopped to the ground, and were very silent......
"Shhhhh!" womble said and crouched close to the ground,
"i hear scratching, or something..."
there were 3 rooms as far as they could distinguish,
they went in the first room and found some scraps of metal
and other "junk" as womble called it,
"it's of no use to us Jurak, lets move on",
they moved to the next room, where there was some kind of slanted board
attached to some legs and a drawing attached to it, upon closer inspection,
they saw that it was unfinished...
"Shhh, there it is again".........and his pointy ears perked up,
like a horse in a thunderclap!
"don't you, hear that you deaf lummox!, scolded womble,..
you wouldn't hear the crash of a pan at 2 paces,
because yer breathin so hard."
"Now hold your breath and listen..."
Jurak did as he was told and listened long and hard..... nope... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shhh.gif" alt="" />
don't hear nothing!
Womble scurried off in the direction of the last room,
shortly thereafter, Jurak heard some scuffling ,grunts, more scuffles,
and a loud noise!!
Jurak hearing the crash went running in that direction...
he rounded the corner, only to see womble in mid-battle with to ugly looking
neanderthals, they were tussling up a storm of dust, and one of them,
swallowed some of it and started hacking and coughing.....
Thats when Jurak made his move.....and in a flash he had the coughing fool
hog-tied and bound. He ran over to help womble, who seemed to be doing
quite well on his own,... it turned out that womble pulled "evasive action"
a maneuver so powerful that the poor sod didn't have chance, and was laying
flat on the floor, womble standing on his belly, with his foot against the
buggars throat!
Ha!, one move, and it'll be yer last, scurvy dog!....
lets get yous'e two upstairs and see what we can make of ya....
Jurak took "his" prisoner and womble took "his" capture and
shuffled them to the foot of the stairway where they shouted for
Jolie and Viper to get over here and make sure they don't get away.
They came running into the cabin after a short time and helped bring the stowaways to the fireside....
The questions were rapid-fire... at the two misfits, but all they did was
look at each other back and forth, and shake their heads........
[color:"#33cc33"]"Oh, we have ways of making you talk,[/color]
said the now irritated orc!
[color:"#33cc33"]"Can you three manage these two,
while i go get Willow and see if she can't somehow "will" this pair
of hoodlums into "spilling the beans" on who the heck they are, and why
they're so far out in the forest?" [/color]
He returned with willow, in a short time,
and they prepared for the questioning.........
Juraks mind wanders back to a distant thought, a very sad thought....
[color:"brown"] "A very sad man standing in the middle of an icy desert,
surrounded by ice and snow.
It's dark and cold there,
he seems to go into himself and look if there
is a little flame left, and if he may re-kindle it!" <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/disagree.gif" alt="" /> [/color]
The orcette he thought to himself...
and tried to change his thinking to a more positive note,...
but it
was hard to do!...
