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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
Atec Март 01 2008 15:15:58
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. "Everybody run like crazy!" he
commanded.
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It was many hours later, and broad daylight, when the
reunited Clan of Bulp paused on the devastated lower slopes
of the Khalkist Mountains to regroup. Through night and
morning they had fled, each and severally. But now Gorge
remembered that he had sore feet and decided it was a good
time to stop and reassert his authority. He proclaimed a
temporary This Place, and by threes and fives they gathered
around him.
There was one small problem. Through it all, nobody
had thought to tell Gorge about Krog, so when the Lady
Drule and her band showed up, shrieks and screams filled
the hazy air and they found a This Place with no one in
attendance except old Hunch, sitting on a rock.
Drule looked around in confusion. "Where Highbulp?
Where ever'body go?"
"All run an' hide." Hunch shrugged.
"Why?"
"Dunno. Didn' say. Ever'body just holler an' run an'
hide."
Impatiently, Drule set her fists on her hips, stamped her
foot, and shouted, "Gorge! Where you?"
Here and there, shadows moved. From brushy crevices
and piles of stone, faces peered out. The Highbulp's voice
said, "Yes, dear?"
"What goin' on?" the Lady Drule demanded. "You
playin' game?"
More of the gully dwarves peered from hiding places,
all gaping at the towering Krog. "What that you got with
you, dear?" the Highbulp called.
Drule looked up at the ogre, then turned toward the
voice. "Nothin'! Just Krog! Stop fool 'round!"
Reassurance didn't come easily, but lapse of attention
did, and soon the whole tribe was gathered
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