Subj:	 [ffml] [HD] Fallen Haven
Date:	6/3/01 2:53:59 PM Central Daylight Time
From:	darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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To:	ffml@yahoogroups.com (ffml), hilliondynasty@egroups.com (Hillion Dynasty)

Geshtar dashed across the rocks on the river, leaping from end to end,
making sure his bow didn't get caught and smashed by the stepping stones.
Finally, in a whirl, he knocked and arrow and fired.

The hadrosaur collapsed. The arrow had pierced it's brain.

"Great." he thought. "Now I just need to get this meat back to base camp.
Mom, dads, you'll eat well tonight."

Looking up at the sky, he snarled.

"Better hurry up too. Looks like a thunderstorm."

He looked around. He needed to make a cart or something. He saw some trees.

That would work.

With a quick sprint he reached the treeline. Pulling out an axe and began
hacking at the small tree. Soon, it hit the ground, and he began hacking it
into smaller planks.

Looking around again, he saw two relatively round rocks. That would also
work. He procured some rope and tied all this stuff toghether, forming a
primitive cart, strong enough to haul a small hadrosaur, however.

He dragged the cart back to the corpse, and swore. It was covered in the
little pigs. Fucking compies.

He grabbed his axe and began swinging at them. A few of them scattered but
most of them stayed on. He grumbled something to himself and began swinging
at the corpse some more, knocking off bits of flesh which the compies began
to swarm around. With the corpse freed, he pushed the cart underneith it.
Then, before he took off, he looked at the little things.

He make a quick sprint, reached down and grabed one by the head. He felt it
coming down his gullet, squirming.

THere, that should satisfy his appetite.

* * * * * * *

"So, you're saying you can tell me where this 'Thanatos' Haven' is, then?"
asked Aracalen, intrigued.

"Yes." replied Saal-dor. "I assume you can find a means of anihilating it?"

"The people here dislike me. It's almost as they suspect me." grumbled
Aracalen. "One less thorn in my side would be nice, and the crystals would
be even more of a benefit."

"That is why I'm proposing this alliance." explained Saal-dor. "They are
unworthy of bearing the crystals. You, on the other hand, are nothing by
worth."

"Hmmm... very well, I shall see what I can do."

* * * * * * *

The corpse would be very salty.

Geshtar grumbled. The hot sun and several days journey would merely cause
the corpse to rot away. The first thing he had done was find a chunk of
rock salt and cover the body in it. Now, as he passed over a mountain pass,
he felt somewhat assured though he kept checking the body to see if the
meat was spoiling.

He examined the skyline. The thundershower was apparantly over home. Just as
well, the trees could use a bit of rain.

Then he noticed the smoke rising.

"A tree hit by lightning?" he thought. "Well, the rain would put it out, and
Mom would have it under control quite easily."

He continued to pull the cart. He would be home within a day.

* * * * * * *

His earlier prediction had been false.

When he emerged from the cavern that was used to enter home, all he saw was
a smoldering crater. No songbirds filled the air, the rushing rivers were
merely empty basins. The once magnificent trees were but black toothpicks.

"No..." he yelled. "NO!"

Running down the path as fast as he could, no longer caring about his prized
corpse, he rushed to the cabin that had been his home for the last six
months. Lying on the porch were two scorched skeletons, one was
considerably shorter than the other.

He walked over to them.

"Burdock..." he sighed. He reconized the hat, a few feet away. The other
corpse's clothing was completely incinerated, along with it's skin and
organs.

"Are they gone yet!?!" yelped a voice from under the porch.

Out crawled the obese form of Brian Pizzuti.

"Brian... if that's you then...MOM!"

Geshtar collapsed on the skeleton, clutching the skull. It quickly burst
into dust.

"Why?"

Brian sighed.

"While you were away, the forest got hit by lightning. While we were
attempting to put out the fire, these... things, showed up. I tried to hold
them off, but they were too much. I had to save myself."

"Actually-" said a voice. "I recall you ran like hell at the first sight of
me."

They both whirled about. Before them stood a large... thing. It had about
twelve arms, two heads and six legs. The skin was a grotesque, warted
substance and the face of it resembled that of an insect.

"Who are you!?!" snarled Geshtar.

"I..." said the creature. "Am Aracalen, last of the Nosgoth."

"Aracalen!?!" yelped Brian. "I thought you were just a scrawny human!?!"

"Hah. Apparantly I didn't finish the job."

"Try me." snarled Geshtar.

"Shut up Geshtar..." muttered Brian through clenched teeth.

"Okay, tough guy, let's see what you've got."

Aracalen threw a punch at Geshtar. Geshtar went flying.

"And now, the fat man."

"Woah, woah! Mercy, mercy!" yelped Brian, hiding behind the dazed Geshtar.

Aracalen laughed.

"Fine. I have what I need anyways."

And in a flash, he was gone.

"Fuck, what a crock. Next time you'll get him though, won't you Geshtar?"

Geshtar said nothing. Brian looked at him.

He was in a coma.
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