07-14-2018, 06:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-14-2018, 07:03 PM by Magikeeper.)
The path was as difficult as it looked; unless one wanted to be knee-deep in murk the going was quite slow. Fortunately, the hauling duo had paused for a bit to argue about ways of keeping the prisoners quiet. The more rotund one was the louder of the two, currently arguing that eating one would probably make the others scream more, not less!
The imprisoned sprites, meanwhile, were trying their best to keep the haulers preoccupied. One of the three kept sneaking glances directly towards Danika and her friends, if the other two were doing so as well they were better at hiding it.
Upon closer inspection it became clear that the haulers weren't human either. The front hauler, the more ill-tempered of the two, was a thin doll-man stitched together from various leathers. His clothing looked like someone took a pile of fancy clothes out of a dumpster, dusted them off a bit to remove the obvious crud, and then put them on then and there. His rapier's hilt looked a bit rusted as well. The second hauler, the one currently arguing that they could maybe try to get a song going, looked like someone had then taken the garbage from the aforementioned dumpster, smashed it down into muck-juice, and then poured it into a pile of thick burlap sacks. Then they stitched those together to make some sort of garbage snowman, slapped on some shoddy overalls, and called it a day.
The argument was clearly reaching its conclusion - the faux fancy hauler had heard quite enough! He gripped the cage strongly and did his best to look tough. "FORGET IT, forget it. We don't need all three, two is enough for the glorious me! Let's cook up the next one to say more than ten words. Got it? You vermin? Speak and be curds!" He rattled the cage with a sinister howl, eyeing each captive like a dog chasing fowl.
The shaken fairies huddled together in fear. The doll-monster grinned, his arrogance swelled; he'd made himself clear, that much he could tell!
"Marco, you've -ah- you've started ryhming again." Is the rotund one's only reply. It was a soft response, one combined with a defensive cringe to avoid being hit. Marco clearly isn't pleased by the news that he's come down with another case of rhyming.
Danika and the others were only 30' away at this point.
The imprisoned sprites, meanwhile, were trying their best to keep the haulers preoccupied. One of the three kept sneaking glances directly towards Danika and her friends, if the other two were doing so as well they were better at hiding it.
Upon closer inspection it became clear that the haulers weren't human either. The front hauler, the more ill-tempered of the two, was a thin doll-man stitched together from various leathers. His clothing looked like someone took a pile of fancy clothes out of a dumpster, dusted them off a bit to remove the obvious crud, and then put them on then and there. His rapier's hilt looked a bit rusted as well. The second hauler, the one currently arguing that they could maybe try to get a song going, looked like someone had then taken the garbage from the aforementioned dumpster, smashed it down into muck-juice, and then poured it into a pile of thick burlap sacks. Then they stitched those together to make some sort of garbage snowman, slapped on some shoddy overalls, and called it a day.
The argument was clearly reaching its conclusion - the faux fancy hauler had heard quite enough! He gripped the cage strongly and did his best to look tough. "FORGET IT, forget it. We don't need all three, two is enough for the glorious me! Let's cook up the next one to say more than ten words. Got it? You vermin? Speak and be curds!" He rattled the cage with a sinister howl, eyeing each captive like a dog chasing fowl.
The shaken fairies huddled together in fear. The doll-monster grinned, his arrogance swelled; he'd made himself clear, that much he could tell!
"Marco, you've -ah- you've started ryhming again." Is the rotund one's only reply. It was a soft response, one combined with a defensive cringe to avoid being hit. Marco clearly isn't pleased by the news that he's come down with another case of rhyming.
Danika and the others were only 30' away at this point.