by Abram Paradies
Here is another story of a man you may someday meet. (GM) Berel was the scout of his group. He was dressed in a leather brush suit with a camaflodge floppy hat on that particular day. Also, he carried a bow and a sword and one-half. His suit and hat, plus his brown hair and tanned skin, caused him to blend in with the forest greenery beside the path that he followed. That's why he couldn't understand how they caught him. Before he knew it, huge men with bows drawn appeared everywhere around him. All of them had olive-green cloaks and hats. They also had brown scarfs across their faces. They all seemed to be Mountain Men of Dondor. Berel thought for a moment: "Mountain Men haven't been seen here in twenty years!" (Q) What will he do?
Reserve Plan B-If I can not do A, I will leap sideways, roll on the ground, jump up and run by the man to my east. Option 1- If I can not do A or B, then I will feign fainting and wait for a chance to escape later. Dialogue A: "Don't shoot friends! I bear you good tidings of the war in the North! I am Berel, your humble servant." After that, Berel bowed. B: (Roll, Roll...) Berel dropped his bow and sword and began talking to them. (Same Dialogue:) Slowly, all but two of the mountain men relaxed and lowered their bows. The two behind him watched him intently; apparently they watched for any sudden move. After Berel bowed, the Mountain Men laughed. "What do we have here, Bray," one taunted, "A northern gentleman in a bush suit?" "He seems quite full of formalities, for a bowman," laughed another. Finally, one of the huge men with a feather in his hat stepped forward to take a closer look at him. "Greetings, Berel. Don't pay any attention to the ribbing, Sir; my men are in a good mood today. Perhaps you should tell me a bit more about the news that you carry..." Back to Arveta Table of Contents Back to Arveta List of Issues Back to MagWeb Master Magazine List © Copyright 1999 by Abram Paradies. This article appears in MagWeb (Magazine Web) on the Internet World Wide Web. |