Post by Kythin Steelfang on Apr 26, 2013 20:51:14 GMT -5
Part 1
Sent back to a homeland more his own than the immigrant-spawned Dragon, Blaine ventured where the Black Knight demanded of him. The Pirate-turned-Squire knew his way around inland Madder only about as well as a Swampchild knew how to navigate the frozen mountains of the North. Told to scout the Dragon Swamp for continued signs of the shape shifting Swamp-folk, Blaine had.. not found his way to that particular swamp at all.
Foulspawn Swamp had a tale all its own and most folks not of the nearby Ninesay Hamlet bothered with it. Those Ninesay folk though, Blaine knew, fished the swamps regularly! Course he thought the lot of them fools. By and far he might up and change the ill-informed opinion now that he was waist deep in Foulspawn. Not all that pleased with how he'd got there either.
[ Mere Moments Before... ]
“ 'y that ornery Dragon 'ants me keepin' an eye on the swamps I'll never know. “ Blaine complained to his guide.
The wise old Swamp guide had been spending the greater part of the trip trying to turn the Pirate with his head in the cloud away from the entirely wrong direction. Fed up with the inept sailor's big talk, the Guide abandoned his charge to the Swamp. A fact that Blaine was none the wiser to speaking still to the guide as if nothing had changed.. only took the sounds of various creatures without the guide's words to tell him what they were to send the man running blindly ahead with full fear that were-crocs were swimming to take him out by the heels!
“ I...eeeeeaaaah! “
“ I swear I'm not spying on you lot! “
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A rather short-lived cry and admission … to absolutely nothing except the beasts of the swamp had Blaine feeling largely the fool. More the fool now that he was a man lose in the swamp full of foul beasties and all of which were likely to chomp on his corpse long before nightfall. Cept he didn't hear no beasties.. save the occasion croak of a frog.
He didn't see any frogs but the swamp didn't seem so swampy after a bit more trudging along. Til Blaine found he was forced to swim for the nearest shore rather than hoof it with mud-filled boots. When he sat his overly muddied and crusted self there that he noted the dark of night turning it to twilight worse yet.. was the loud croak heard! The one time pirate flinched at the sound and all the more when the black-skinned amphibian came into his field of vision by moonlight's glow.
“ Gah! “
Scrambling back, he almost felt as if the large frog was laughing at him. Course with that black-slimey hide when such a beastie was close enough to see you were usually already dead. Scrambling didn't do all that much good but the semblance of laughing struck him again.
“ … Uh... 'ello there Monsieur.. er... Frog... 'ets not be adding ol' Blaine to the feasting lists longside the giant swampbugs ya hear? “
Blaine could make any bargain he liked but he wasn't sure what to do about a big ol' blackskinned frog just sitting there staring his way. No tale of giant frogs came to mind but he was a sea-faring lad no a swamp-walker. Even if there had been tales little prepared a person for .. this!
The waiting game continued for a long time by Blaine's count. When the frog finally hopped along.. home, Blaine assumed at any rate, something jabbed at his shoulder which the man brushed off.. when it happened again he was speaking before actively look back..
“ Ey' now I was 'ust having a chat with the large frog no need to ge.. Oh... “
Nothing like a lizardman jabbing you with the butt of a long-spear to shut a lad up quick-like.
Sent back to a homeland more his own than the immigrant-spawned Dragon, Blaine ventured where the Black Knight demanded of him. The Pirate-turned-Squire knew his way around inland Madder only about as well as a Swampchild knew how to navigate the frozen mountains of the North. Told to scout the Dragon Swamp for continued signs of the shape shifting Swamp-folk, Blaine had.. not found his way to that particular swamp at all.
Foulspawn Swamp had a tale all its own and most folks not of the nearby Ninesay Hamlet bothered with it. Those Ninesay folk though, Blaine knew, fished the swamps regularly! Course he thought the lot of them fools. By and far he might up and change the ill-informed opinion now that he was waist deep in Foulspawn. Not all that pleased with how he'd got there either.
[ Mere Moments Before... ]
“ 'y that ornery Dragon 'ants me keepin' an eye on the swamps I'll never know. “ Blaine complained to his guide.
The wise old Swamp guide had been spending the greater part of the trip trying to turn the Pirate with his head in the cloud away from the entirely wrong direction. Fed up with the inept sailor's big talk, the Guide abandoned his charge to the Swamp. A fact that Blaine was none the wiser to speaking still to the guide as if nothing had changed.. only took the sounds of various creatures without the guide's words to tell him what they were to send the man running blindly ahead with full fear that were-crocs were swimming to take him out by the heels!
“ I...eeeeeaaaah! “
“ I swear I'm not spying on you lot! “
-------------------------------------------------------
A rather short-lived cry and admission … to absolutely nothing except the beasts of the swamp had Blaine feeling largely the fool. More the fool now that he was a man lose in the swamp full of foul beasties and all of which were likely to chomp on his corpse long before nightfall. Cept he didn't hear no beasties.. save the occasion croak of a frog.
He didn't see any frogs but the swamp didn't seem so swampy after a bit more trudging along. Til Blaine found he was forced to swim for the nearest shore rather than hoof it with mud-filled boots. When he sat his overly muddied and crusted self there that he noted the dark of night turning it to twilight worse yet.. was the loud croak heard! The one time pirate flinched at the sound and all the more when the black-skinned amphibian came into his field of vision by moonlight's glow.
“ Gah! “
Scrambling back, he almost felt as if the large frog was laughing at him. Course with that black-slimey hide when such a beastie was close enough to see you were usually already dead. Scrambling didn't do all that much good but the semblance of laughing struck him again.
“ … Uh... 'ello there Monsieur.. er... Frog... 'ets not be adding ol' Blaine to the feasting lists longside the giant swampbugs ya hear? “
Blaine could make any bargain he liked but he wasn't sure what to do about a big ol' blackskinned frog just sitting there staring his way. No tale of giant frogs came to mind but he was a sea-faring lad no a swamp-walker. Even if there had been tales little prepared a person for .. this!
The waiting game continued for a long time by Blaine's count. When the frog finally hopped along.. home, Blaine assumed at any rate, something jabbed at his shoulder which the man brushed off.. when it happened again he was speaking before actively look back..
“ Ey' now I was 'ust having a chat with the large frog no need to ge.. Oh... “
Nothing like a lizardman jabbing you with the butt of a long-spear to shut a lad up quick-like.
