| Word from Efrandor |
A little something from someone:
*The mist clears, a tall one legged man with big hat, parrot on the shoulder and a cutlass in each hand steps up to the podium.*
An old man shakes and whispers in fear: "That's Efrandor, that is."
*Effie kills some sailor just to prove a point.*
- Aargh! Here be Effie, back for a say: Listen up ye scurvy-infested, lack of teeth, bad hair day-wizard wannabes!
*A
enemy pirate ship moves closer and fires it's cannons. A hellish battle
starts. Mielo fights off all attackers, Vencrow tap dances and Stormie
sings ballads to the mermaids. Effie continues his speech under the
racket*
"BAM! CRASH! *FIRE* AAAARGH! *BIG, BIG EXPLOSIONS!"
*The
attacking ship is sinking. With all attackers dead or drowning Mielo
sits down for a smoke. Vencrow stretches and Stormie is getting lucky
with a few fat but experienced mermaids. Effie continues.*
- And that's all I have to say about that.
*The mist comes back. The people on the shore stand in shock. The old man has peed his pants.*
"Once I'm rich and no longer working or busy I'll come play."
Efrandor has spoken and says hi to all of you :)
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stands there picking his nose watching the battle
mutters something like "long winded..."
turns and continues his job swobbing the deck
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