Legends of the Spam
Chapter Nine: Illusion
* The air was electrified with excitement and fear, the men stood silent, swords drawn to the ready. No man knew what was instore behind that fateful door. But even so, the mens' resolve went unwaivering. There could be seen many a warrior gathered that day: Besides the Great Warriors Rhett, Sherack and Eets there wasCrazy Dog the Forgetful, Clefo the handsome, Young David the Pure, the two converts Tie Guy and Darth Rommel and even Havoc had made his way. No longer did his eyes reflect the light of earthly flame, but glowed from a fire within, he had pledged his blade to the cause and he was ready to redeem himself, with his life if necessary.
Suddenly the sound of a latch being moved was heard, and the door began to open...*
Rhett spoke softly, yet strangely all could hear his voice through the cold and still night air,
"Stand strong men, tonight Evil has spammed it's last!"
*The door opened revealing a man of small stature with a sinister air about him, but completely unarmed. His eyes seemed hauntingly devoid of color, and it was difficult to make out where his deep black hair ended and the night began. At first glance, it would seem this man, though evil, seemed harmless. Then he spoke...*
"I am Sardauker, lord of this house. How may I assist you and your men this cold and unforgiving evening?"
*Rhett was taken aback, this is hardly what he expected from an alcolyte of Viper. Where to go from here?*
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
Last edited by Havoc Stryphe; 06-21-2002 at 04:01 AM.