Quiet Paul
Tribune
And will my 16 foot Principal be sufficient against Vulcan, or will I need all 32 feet?
I can only say, when you blast out with the big pipe,
I feel the earth move!
You two!It is so nice to appreciated! One tries one's humble best to please!
because my knee I'm not rolling..........................butYou two!
I am rolling on the floor laughing
Oooh...so pretty!“PAUL!! HE KNOWS!!! SANDRA IS A TRAITOR!!!” The thought from Eulalia crashed into his brain. But he, too, had seen Sandra. He had been discreetly watching proceedings from an upstairs window.
He threw open the window, screamed a spell, and hurled it at Elise’s horse. A bolt of unbelievable force struck the horse full on its chest. It, too, screamed, and rolled onto its side, dead, trapping poor Elise beneath it.
Paul, his eyes burning with white hot fury, was raining terrible death down upon the monks. Bright bolts of energy blazed down upon them. The black monks screamed in confusion and terror at this apparition in the window of a simple country pub. They were completely unprepared for this sudden development, and fell before this avenging angel of light and death. The power of his spells was hurling their dead bodies all over the street. He singled out Sandra, determined that she would pay for her treachery, and she was struck by a bolt of pure fury that froze her heart in her chest. She was dead before she even hit the ground.
But the rider of Eulalia’s horse was Lord Vulcan himself. Just as he was proclaiming a spell upon the second horse, Paul flew backwards as a huge spell from Vulcan smashed in through the window. He landed at the far end of the room surrounded by bits of broken glass and smouldering, wrecked furniture. Shit. In his fury and panic he hadn’t worked out which of the hooded figures was Vulcan. He’d been so angry with Sandra that he’d wasted time on her, and not sought out Vulcan! Idiot!
Paul, strong though he was, took a good minute to recover from Vulcan’s spell. He struggled back to the window.
The surviving monks had vanished, leaving behind about ten corpses and a dead horse. Elise was wriggling in terror, unable to release herself from beneath the horse.
The second flying horse, bearing Vulcan and Eulalia, was a fast disappearing speck in the dawn sky.
“Shit!” Paul repeated, furious with himself. “A flying horse! A flying horse! My kingdom for a flying horse!”
But even he was surprised when a large, white flying horse touched down moments later bearing a beautiful temple priestess and a rather scared looking young man.
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Dorothy and her Pegasus
“PAUL!! HE KNOWS!!! SANDRA IS A TRAITOR!!!” The thought from Eulalia crashed into his brain. But he, too, had seen Sandra. He had been discreetly watching proceedings from an upstairs window.
He threw open the window, screamed a spell, and hurled it at Elise’s horse. A bolt of unbelievable force struck the horse full on its chest. It, too, screamed, and rolled onto its side, dead, trapping poor Elise beneath it.
Paul, his eyes burning with white hot fury, was raining terrible death down upon the monks. Bright bolts of energy blazed down upon them. The black monks screamed in confusion and terror at this apparition in the window of a simple country pub. They were completely unprepared for this sudden development, and fell before this avenging angel of light and death. The power of his spells was hurling their dead bodies all over the street. He singled out Sandra, determined that she would pay for her treachery, and she was struck by a bolt of pure fury that froze her heart in her chest. She was dead before she even hit the ground.
But the rider of Eulalia’s horse was Lord Vulcan himself. Just as he was proclaiming a spell upon the second horse, Paul flew backwards as a huge spell from Vulcan smashed in through the window. He landed at the far end of the room surrounded by bits of broken glass and smouldering, wrecked furniture. Shit. In his fury and panic he hadn’t worked out which of the hooded figures was Vulcan. He’d been so angry with Sandra that he’d wasted time on her, and not sought out Vulcan! Idiot!
Paul, strong though he was, took a good minute to recover from Vulcan’s spell. He struggled back to the window.
The surviving monks had vanished, leaving behind about ten corpses and a dead horse. Elise was wriggling in terror, unable to release herself from beneath the horse.
The second flying horse, bearing Vulcan and Eulalia, was a fast disappearing speck in the dawn sky.
“Shit!” Paul repeated, furious with himself. “A flying horse! A flying horse! My kingdom for a flying horse!”
But even he was surprised when a large, white flying horse touched down moments later bearing a beautiful temple priestess and a rather scared looking young man.
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Dorothy and her Pegasus
One moment Dorothy, the beautiful blonde temple priestess, is taking young Pilus to the heavens. The next she has him flying just as high mounted on a flying horse......and he seems damn near as scared as he was when she mounted him.“Shit!” Paul repeated, furious with himself. “A flying horse! A flying horse! My kingdom for a flying horse!”
But even he was surprised when a large, white flying horse touched down moments later bearing a beautiful temple priestess and a rather scared looking young man.
The vulcan will return he he he[/QUOTE the chamber is waiting for you then the cross prepare yourself for a long day of pain and agony
“My dear”, leered Vulcan, “you know I plan to crucify you, don’t you? Moreover, I intend to see that you endure the cross for at least as long as the Dark Princess hung on her cross in the Defile. She and I are one, you know?”
Eulalia didn’t answer him. What was there to say?
No pressure then?!er, well actually she was thinking,
'hey, that sounds cool -
trouble is, you can never trust these big-mouths,
all threats and no jets...'
but decided that, under the circumstances, it might be prudent to keep on-message
and see what Merlin/ Paul can pull out of the bag...
er, well actually she was thinking,
'hey, that sounds cool -
trouble is, you can never trust these big-mouths,
all threats and no jets...'
but decided that, under the circumstances, it might be prudent to keep on-message
and see what Merlin/ Paul can pull out of the bag...
this is getting good... enjoying this story very much!!! great job everyone.
nae problem Wragg, just teasing -I'm really sorry, Eul, but it really looks as though I am just going to have to Chronicle some Crux....
nae problem Wragg, just teasing -
let the great story roll,
this girl's in merciless peril anyhow -
that's where she likes to be!