“About twelve Ogre arses that way, an’ past the running water.”
"In other words ya don't know, do yuh?" Chuffy taunted teasingly, drooling the words slowly as he leaned closer to nose-to-nose with Sparky, escalating the intensity. Chuffy's dogslicer happened to be in his hand, and was now raised to Sparky's flaming gaze.
"Bite, bite, bite!
Chomp, chomp, chomp!
We dance on boneys heads!
Stomp, stomp, stomp!"
It was Dogbreath, that moron, Chuffy turned his head from Sparky to see. Dogbreath's head would explode like a pumpkin if hit, but he could sneak and fight and knew the woods. Chuffy once saw Dogbreath fit an entire goblin dog head in his mouth before chomping down on it. Dogbreath's rally caused the fervor of the dance to take over Chuffy again.
"Bite, Bite, Bite!
Fight, fight, fight!
We stomp on bony heads!
Might! Might! Might!"
"Slice! Slam! Fry! Like Pickled! Mice! Pie! We'll stomp around the pyre! Of Fire! Fire FIRE!" Chuffy rallied, raising his dogslicer in a speak-in-tongues-like mania in honor of his broodling's rare gift of the Barghests. The more fervor created, the more goblins might join in and come on the raid. There was strength in numbers.
"Chuf! Dog! Spark! Fire in the Dark! To Dismal Caverns raid! Heroes Three are made!
Chuf! Dog! Spark! Barking in the Dark! To BoneDancers raid! Heroes Three are made!
Chuf! Dog! Spark! Sneaking in the Dark! Sneaking through the Woods! Heroes Three with Hoods!
Will!! There!! Be more!? Then there will be Four!!"
Otherwise just Three!! Will taste the Evil Glee!!"
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.