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Belay and Cornchip in: Smoked Surprise
Belay and Cornchip in: Smoked Surprise
"Belay...Wake Belay."
(Snorfle) Belay wakes with a slow breath.
"Mmmmmmm, what want you?" Belay squinted and glanced at Cornchip.
"If I stay awake, you stay awake." Cornchip said as he leaned against the mushroom
tree the pair were currently standing and or sitting under.
"The roof lichens have grown dim they have, let me sleep Cornchip." Belay turned
his head towards Cornchip.
"We must watch for cave piggys. We keep the shroom field safe." Cornchip said as he
stood to attention.
"Just wake me, you, when piggy get's here." Belay said as he settled back down.
Cornchip glanced at Belay and grunted before leaning back against their
greatshroom.
If not me for, piggy would walk up to Belay's snout and say "Hi am deadly piggy I
just met you, me, and is crazy, let me eat you maybe." Cornchip grumbled under his breath
as he stared off into the distance.
Tree sized greatshrooms, fragile mushrooms carefully cultivated by Wawan field
workers, various tasty beatles and a few "feety worms", and the ceiling lichens that
provide light to the Wawan lands.
Same sights as ever. Thought Cornchip as he yawned widely, head shaking, showing
off the canines in his muzzle.
Cornchip settled down and soon snored along with Belay.
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(Squee...)
(Squeee...)
(Trampling noises...Chewing noises...)
(Squee..Squee)
(Snifflesnifflesniffle...Snort)
Cornchip was sleeping in a comfort only obtainable by sleeping when one is not
supposed to be, when he felt a nuzzleing against his whiskers.
He twitched his nose and the nuzzleing stopped momentarily before returning. He
then swatted at the irritant with his handpaws and it again left his snout before returning
yet again. Cornchip then rubbed all over his face in frustration, before stretching and
opening his eyes.
Cornchip's eyes went wide and he froze in place.
"Belay...Belay, a cave piggy is stareing at me." Cornchip whispered hoarsly.
"Mmmmmhhhg, leave me alone, yes, don't wake me unless the boss lady shows up."
Belay said without twitching a whisker.
"Belay there is a piggy. He's looking at me."
"Just the lichens on the walls, yes, tricking you into seeing glowing eyes. Happens
to pups all the time."
"Open an eye Belay, just one. Please, very please."
Belay let out a frustrated sigh that continued on into a long breathless wheeze as
his eyes focussed on the sight in front of Cornchip.
"Cornchip" He wheezed. "Piggy. Right there. At your snout."
"Is what I said, yes." Cornchip replied, trying not to shiver.
"Be still. I'll get it." Belay slowly unfolded himself from his comfortable coil
and reached for his ancestoral spear. A spear made from the broken sword of a Lega long
dead and handed down through his family.
The cave pig stood at shoulder height to the Wawan shroomguard and outweighed him
by several times. It stood there menacingly chewing a mouthfull of truffle, a blank stare
of hate still on it's face. Belay hefted his spear in both hands, pads squishing into the
hardness of the shaft, nails scritching further lines into the wood, elbows ready to thrust
the payload of stabbiness fowards.
"Eat our bosse's plants will you!" Belay struck, stabbing the cave pig in the
shoulder, burrying the tip to the bone.
The pig's eyes grew two sizes and focused to a point several feet through the
greatshroom behind Cornchip. It "squeeed" in rage dropping its mouthful of truffle and
stood up on two feet knocking Belay back with his own spear shaft.
It then charged Belay who, in a panic, jumped straight up. But Belay didn't jump
high enough as he was bucked high over the piggy's back.
Cornchip stood and grabbed his stone tipped bone handled short spear and his wicker
buckler. Belay crashed in a heap at his feet.
"Belay what we do?" Cornchip quivered, ears down and tail between his legs.
"Ughhhh" Replied Belay.
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I skidded to a hault and turned before glaring back at the two that hurt me and
"squeed" angrily at them. No doubt filling them with terror. I then scratched the ground
and watched the one who still stood futilely climbing the "toobigtoeatshroom" and the other
rolling on the ground.
I charged the two pain givers.
The one won't climb fast enough, I'll see to that.
I close with the climbing one as fast as my hooves will go, I'll pin him to the
shroom. I blink and he is gone, my head hurts and I see white. I'm very dizzy.
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Belay coughs as spores fill the air, but they quickly settle down and Belay can see
the dread piggy is dazed and has fallen down.
Belay again holds his spear tightly. Tight enough to hurt his pads. His mouth
breaks into a snarl, canines bared.
He charges.
He trips over something.
Cornchip grunts from where he landed after his fall from the treeshroom.
Belay closed his eyes and fell through the air, but he didn't let go of his spear.
He felt a great jarring in his arms, but he didn't hit the ground.
"Belay look with eyes." Came Cornchip's voice.
Belay again, slowly opened his eyes scared of what he might see. He saw his hands
on his spear, and his spear in the piggy. The piggy wasn't moving and Belay couldn't seem to
feel the ground. He looked down to see his feet dangling beneath him. He looked to his right
and saw Cornchip with a toothy grin on his face.
Belay smiled.
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Several hours later at the end of the night shift just as the roof lichens were
starting to brighten.
"It seems you two were busy yes." Came a voice from behind.
Cornchip turned round startled and Belay woke in a fright.
"I wasn't sleeping." Belay said from atop a pile of smoked pig meat.
"I knew you behind me, yes, boss." Cornchip sputtered.
"I see many greatshroom and babyshroom alike. They are here still, and a piggy
makes itself a bed for you Belay. You earn your rocks today boys." The speaker
walked out from a shadow followed by two armed females.
"Ooola" boss lady...ugh...we killed a cave piggy and-."
"Quiet Cornchip, I see. Take your rocks and piggy, leave the head for my table. Go
home, new shift be here any minute.
"Yes boss lady." Belay said as he struggled to drag the piggy parts all tied
together with cord.
Cornchip took the head of the creature and laid it at Ooola's feet. Ooola dropped a
handful of smooth richly colored rocks next to the offering and Cornchip gathered them up
before going to help Belay.
The two drug their share of pig off towards town.
When the two were out of sight one of Ooola's guards spoke up.
"I hear far off, singing."
(Beer and piggy, piggy and beer, beer and piggy!)
"I hear too yes. Let the guards have their fun, as we all must."
Ooola said as she turned to go see the other fields.
END
Pirate bunker fight for steampunk island.
So as I was saying, I was at keep number 3 that time the
city got attacked. Yeah keep number 3, you know most call it "Long
Wang" keep in honor of the great "Wang" from some years back.
Well anyway I was there at "Long Wang" garrison when the pirates
surprised us. They got right through our keep's front door before
we had time to close it. They were past the murder hall and into
the keep proper by the time we got our swords and junk and started
swinging back.
Us regular troopers held them at the inner door and foyer
while our three resident steam knights and their squires got the
coal burner warmed up enough to deploy their armor. Right after
they joined the fight Sir Jimmy, by his markings, fell flat on his
face and started pissing hot steam in all directions. I didn't get
burned, but those next to him were scalded right to death.
Sir James rallied us all fowards in a rage and we started
hacking into the pirates twice as hard as before. We pushed them
back to the inner gates where our boys on the murder holes could
really lay into them. From there the fight became easier and I was
left towards the back of the crowd as my fellows rushed foward.
My tonsilitis was acting up from the strain you see.
We pushed and hacked and killed them all the way back to
the outer gate where we managed to slam the door on them. Then we
all fell back to the inner gate and piled anything and everything
into the gap. We broke our mounted guns out of storage and sat
them atop the make do wall and waited.
About five cigarettes later we see the outer doors glow
hot. Brighter and brighter until a doorway sized hole sizzled
through. We had somthing for em.
Those pirates were commited I'll give them that. I must
have gotten seventy percent of my total kill count that day. Just
fireing and reloading, I barely had to aim. Our turrets alone
might have held them, but with the men on the murder holes in the
walls and, the slings, our crossbows and, our boys rich enough to
afford a musket. We filled that hall half full of pirate dead.
They stopped coming just as my fingers were getting raw
from hauling on my crossbow. But we kept to our positions, just in
case.
Eventually one of the telegraph girls brought a message to
Sir Mackenzie who relayed it to Sir James who couldn't be arsed to
leave his place at the wall to get the message.
So he stands there reading the note with a stern
expression. But I seen it start in his eyes and then he gives us a
great big smile lookin like a junior who'd just got his first
kiss.
"The navy's run off the pirate fleet, they're being
rounded up in the streets. For "Steamy Giblet" for "Keep number 3"
huzza!" That's what Sir James said and it was very enlivening too.
I even had a "huzza" myself. But what really got me excited was
what he said next.
"To the "Straining Corset" boys, a round on me!"
The whole garrison got a huzza out of that.
"Good times." The story teller said with a laugh.
"Why are you telling me this? I was there a couple ranks
behind you." The half drunk listening man said.
"Oh, well good on you." The story teller said before
wandering off with his beer.
"White Room" Or "An idea I once had while reading a book."
"Holy crap, my head. Can't open my eyes, too tired."
But I did open my eyes.
There was nothing but some mist and stuff. Black misty stuff,
with little bits of lights in the distance. I seem to be floating as
well. I look down and find that I've misplaced my feet, and
everything above them as well.
"Okay where's my dick? Crap, crap, crap, crap."
I looked around in a panic trying to make sense of my
situation. Nothing to see and nothing to do, I wasn't falling just
not being on the ground.
Where was I before? I think back, and I do remember that I
was a magic man of some kind. Maybe I'm here due to that. Must be.
Magic can do stuff like take you to a place with no ground can't it.
Last I recall, I did have feet and hands and all that
necessary stuff for living. It's vague. I like to think I'd remember
"me".
I used to be cool looking I think. I had some nice blue robes
and a silver medallion. And my shoes were always comfortable.
I laughed and smiled at the memory. I had enchanted my shoes
to be more comfortable. That was my best idea yet.
Funny. I can remember my "things" better than I remember my
self. The memories of myself should come back in time. Won't they?
Now where am I? I'm still not sure. My legs are tingling
like they're asleep.
"Wait my legs."
I looked down and there were my legs and my pants and even my
comfortable shoes. I grabbed my knees with my hands and...
"My hands are back."
I patted myself down, my chest, my upper legs, each shoulder,
my shaggy hair, even my medallion.
At least I'm all here...
...
...
...
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaayy! Anybody heeeerreee!" I yelled.
Right. That's scary, not even an echo. I squinted and tried
to see anything through the mist. It's like the night sky with fog
and no ground.
This reminds me of when I took girls up to the top of the
tower at night. This is nearly the same thing, minus the girls
and the floor.
"Ugggghhnn!" I grunted in pain.
I lay there in pain for a few good minutes before picking
myself up off the floor.
"Oww, where'd the floor come from?"
The floor looks just like the roof of the tower. There's no
hatch to get down, but the four tall pointy things are there at each
corner and there are big torch things on top of those powered by
slush. They only have to refuel those every month or so. It's too bad
the stuff is so expensive.
My limbs, my clothes, the tower under me. They all seemed to
come to be when I remembered them. Or maybe because I thought of
them. Hmmmm, maybe that's it. Let me think.
I closed my eyes and held my head like I do to focus on my
imagination when I use slush. I imagined a small dirt track ahead of
me with curbs of grass and little grey pebbles scattered about.
I imagined a chipmunk scurrying around the path.
I opened my eyes and stood normally.
"Ewe, what is that?"
The chipmunk from my imagination was much larger than a
normal chipmunk, and it seemed like a sculpture carved by an amateur.
The proportions were off and it wheezed laboriously, like it was
suffocating. The path behind it looked like a monotone painting, flat
and causing the eye to bend to see it in three dimensions. I stepped
around the poor chipmunk cautiously. I kept my hands out towards it
in case it jumped at me. I was almost afraid to turn my back on it,
but I focused on the path I had dreamed. I stepped on it, careful not
to put too much weight down.
It was solid.
"Ha." I laughed to myself. It's solid. Only a moment ago I
was floating, what does solid even matter here.
I heard the creature behind me cough. I jerked around to face
it, still being wary of the creature. It sounded like it was having
a coughing fit while drinking water. It kept going and going until it
just sort of...stopped.
"Ewe." I grimaced.
I thought for a moment. The poor creature was new and it
hadn't had a chance, and in a way I had made it. I had made it badly.
I resumed my focusing position and imagined a dirt pile and
a shovel. The dirt came out weird. It shoveled off the pile in gooey
chunks. But it did cover the chipmunk just fine. It stuck to the
shovel and it was kind of gross, so I just dropped it on the pile of
"dirt" and left it.
I looked around. I felt guilty, but I'm not sure why. I
hadn't really done anything.
I set off down the path I had made towards one of the white
lights in the distance. Stars? I'm not sure. The path ran out pretty
quickly, but I took my stance while walking and kept an eye open so I
could see the new path I was imagining.
This sure is a weird, I glanced towards the...sky?
End
