Fighter_in_Training
03-22-12, 03:08 AM
The spring air was crisp that morning, and while winter was well on its way out, there was a slight chill in the air. Thankfully, the bright sunlight did more than reveal the forest in all its renewed greenery, lighting the forest floor with warm pools of gold waving back and forth among the splotches of lite shade. Above your head, the leaves in their new green finery wave back and forth in the gentle breeze, making the sound of birds singing back and forth echo everywhere and nowhere at once, mixing with the soft rustle of leaf against newly grown twig. The strong smell of fresh dirt, pine, and flowers drifts along the path, making one want to breathe in the fresh air and just enjoy the journey that took them to such a wonderful spring day in this enchanting forest. Indeed, if it were not for the enraged flesh eating demonic chickens flocking right behind you, clucking for your blood, you would surely be enjoying today.
Risking a quick glance over your shoulder, you see the devil’s own fowls have gained another precious foot on your heels, and while such paltry poultry would be a poor problem for a professional practitioner of …um, pointy things with pommels, you are currently poor for protection. But luckily you are armed with more than an abundance of alliteration (okay stop that), as you are still in hold of your trusty Adventurer’s Handbook! Lucky for you, of course, you’ve had plenty of practice reading while on the run from something wishing to kill you, and as you take a sharp turn and a leap over a small bubbling brook, you thumb through your beloved manual, held out front with arms stretched and fingers holding the pages together so as not to be blown around while you try and outpace your latest excuse for cardio practice. Let’s see…demonic demons…lizard chickens…basilisks...imps…devils…huh, it seems that Devil chickens isn’t in he-Ah! Here we go! “Demonic Chickens (Gallus Gallus Demoniacs): Born when a lesser Incubus, in the guise of a dashing and irresistible rooster decides to have a roll around in an unsanctioned hen house. The black eggs lain by the hen will hatch 13 days later, where the evil yet still fluffy chicks will begin to first feast on any other fluffy non-demonic chicks, and them move up the food chain until they are perched on top of the highest rung. They are quick to anger, and while not much of a challenge if handled one on one, they have been known to be somewhat bothersome if encountered in flocks of 5 or more. (if you remember correctly, there were around twenty behind you. You suppose this means they are in the “very bothersome” range. That doesn’t sound quite as bad as the “Extremely dangerous” or “certainly fatal” categories found in other entries….) If one were to encounter such a beast, merely turn to page 173 of Adventurer’s Handbook Vol. IV for a complete description on how to easily and safely dispatch such a fowl creature in Chapter IV: Rudimentary Techniques against Demonic being large and Small.”
Turning a bend around a particularly leafy bush, you duck down into a small indent pushed aside by a bent sapling; moments before the crazed flock of killer birds rush past, still thinking you ahead of them. As you peek out to check their passing, a few stray feathers floating by, you close the only Adventurer’s Manual you have ever owned, volume I. You begin to wonder if the Library is open this early in the morning, when you hear a blood curdling “CLUCK” behind you…
Risking a quick glance over your shoulder, you see the devil’s own fowls have gained another precious foot on your heels, and while such paltry poultry would be a poor problem for a professional practitioner of …um, pointy things with pommels, you are currently poor for protection. But luckily you are armed with more than an abundance of alliteration (okay stop that), as you are still in hold of your trusty Adventurer’s Handbook! Lucky for you, of course, you’ve had plenty of practice reading while on the run from something wishing to kill you, and as you take a sharp turn and a leap over a small bubbling brook, you thumb through your beloved manual, held out front with arms stretched and fingers holding the pages together so as not to be blown around while you try and outpace your latest excuse for cardio practice. Let’s see…demonic demons…lizard chickens…basilisks...imps…devils…huh, it seems that Devil chickens isn’t in he-Ah! Here we go! “Demonic Chickens (Gallus Gallus Demoniacs): Born when a lesser Incubus, in the guise of a dashing and irresistible rooster decides to have a roll around in an unsanctioned hen house. The black eggs lain by the hen will hatch 13 days later, where the evil yet still fluffy chicks will begin to first feast on any other fluffy non-demonic chicks, and them move up the food chain until they are perched on top of the highest rung. They are quick to anger, and while not much of a challenge if handled one on one, they have been known to be somewhat bothersome if encountered in flocks of 5 or more. (if you remember correctly, there were around twenty behind you. You suppose this means they are in the “very bothersome” range. That doesn’t sound quite as bad as the “Extremely dangerous” or “certainly fatal” categories found in other entries….) If one were to encounter such a beast, merely turn to page 173 of Adventurer’s Handbook Vol. IV for a complete description on how to easily and safely dispatch such a fowl creature in Chapter IV: Rudimentary Techniques against Demonic being large and Small.”
Turning a bend around a particularly leafy bush, you duck down into a small indent pushed aside by a bent sapling; moments before the crazed flock of killer birds rush past, still thinking you ahead of them. As you peek out to check their passing, a few stray feathers floating by, you close the only Adventurer’s Manual you have ever owned, volume I. You begin to wonder if the Library is open this early in the morning, when you hear a blood curdling “CLUCK” behind you…