h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Lycan comes from DC buys some dried meats and waybread at the market and leaves for the stables*

*Pesh Flyes above the market with Cyiadan on his back*

*the few people in the market are frightened and run inside*

*has already returned to the stables and is now at the front gate*

*The farmer drives his noticeably calmer oxen through the marketplace, and stops at a merchant's stall. He ties them there, and begins to unload his cabbages.*

[Farmer] What had got into you two?

[Salt Seller] Things are difficult in Imardin. The King has died and a successor has yet to be named. Plus, mysterious storms and terrible creatures loom over-head. Blessed are those few mages who have healed the many with the Plague, but the other mages pay us no heed.

*Atalan heads for the magic shop*

*returns and goes to the stables*

*Some time has passed, and the farmer has sold his wares, and has prepared to return for home. However, that day would not be today. As he walks out of the inn, he sees his ox-cart, or what is left of it. A pool of of red liquid sits beneath the splintered wood. The first of the team is gone, while the second, badly wounded and covered in its companion's blood, is cowering in fright in an alleyway, while scuffling can be heard in of small feet trying to get into the sewers in the near distance.*

[Farmer] What in the name of... Guards! Guards!

*The squad on patrol rushes to the scene, and as they examine it, they find traces of goblinoid handiwork. A messenger is dispatched to the Magicians' Guild.*

<It's here: F1781296?thread=407022&latest=1>

*The Messenger, Aaylia, Isca and Vlain walk in having come from the Magician's Guild by Cat couldn't be bothered posting along the way*

*Aaylia looks closely at the surroundings*

*she nods to the Messenger* Thank you. Get the sqads of the City patrol at the main openings of the sewers. We'll get them out. I'll send a signal if we need you in there. *Messenger leaves and squads are sent t o where Aaylia said*

*Aaylia, Vlain and Isca go down to the sewers*

*some of the tavern patrons have gathered at the door*

*Upon hearing Aaliya's message, one of the guards runs toward the palace. Returning in his stead are twelve heavily armed dragoons. They descend into the sewers.*

*Degrom wanders around the market*

*Feeling hungry, Degrom walks into the Tavern*

*After being disturbed during feeding The Beast takes refuge near the town market, he spots a plump merchant setting up his stall*

mmmmmmmmmmm

*Sharmin concentrates staring intently at the merchant*

Come to me..... </>

*The merchant suddenly looks up, his eyes glazed he walks quickly over to the alley in which Sharmin hides, The merchant spots the beast waiting for him, a look of horror passes across his face but still he walks straight to him. The merchant stops face to face with sharmin his mouth open as if to scream*

Yeeeesssssss you know what to do </>

*The merchants hands cup as he brings them up to his face, for a single moment the merchants eye's open wide in fear and suddenly he thrusts his own hands into his eye socket grasping the soft globes he pulls, ripping his eyes from his sockets, The merchants screams, the sound no more than a whisper as he opens his palms and presents the soft globes of his eyes to sharmin*



*Sharmin takes the eyeballs and pops each one swiftly into his mouth, he does not chew but squashes the globes and allows the fluid to run down his throat*

hmmm... what next </>

*the merchant thrusts his hand deep into his mouth, grasping and pulling at his tongue, he tears the flesh connecting his tongue to his jaw, pulling hard the soft muscle rips slowly, blood pouring from his mouth onto the floor he finally succeeds in tearing the tongue from his mouth and this to he presents to sharmin*

*sharmin wolfs down the tasty treat quickly, savouring the mettalic taste of the mans warm blood. Still unsatisfied he looks once more at the Merchant, blood streaming from his eyes and mouth. With but a few minutes before the man dies sharmin stares once again at the merchant and smiles*

ha ha ha ha </>

*the merchant jerks suddenly, his body close to death he reaches into his trousers, grasps his genitals and pulls, blood coats the front of the mans pants, streaming down his legs and forming a pool upon the floor, finally with one last quick gasp the merchant drops to the floor dead. Sharmin coats his long claws in the blood of the merchant and writes upon the wall.*

S H A Y L A R....

*Sharmin laughs softly to himself and dissapears into the shadows*

< *gulp*>

*Degrom, leaving the tavers, slips through the market*

*he discovers the slain merchant and the "SHAYLAR" on the wall*

*recalling the kindness Shaylar had shown him, Degrom picks up a bucket of water and washed the wall clean before leaving the market for his former abode*

*inadvertantly, he stepped in the pool of blood and is leaving a trail of bloody footprints*

*Polonius heads to his shop, stopping to notice the mutilated corpse and notify the constable*

[Polo] Um, excuse me, but there's a horribly disfigured corpse spewing blood all over that corner of the marketplace.

[Guard] We're on it sir, just filling out the appropriate paperwork before we move it.

*and so Polonius continues on his way to his shop*