Excerpt: (The) Monster Hunters
Door: DM
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02 November 2011 | Nederland, Amsterdam
"...That's all the information we have,“ explained Willowquisp, closing his oversized tome of unusual creatures.
"Might I inquire as to your interest? Surely you don't intend a Tarrasque hunt?"
"Why not?" asked Trist, puffing out his chest.
"We are, after all, the renowned Monster Hunters, and the Tarrasque is merely an oversized monster. You yourself said it could be killed with two spells in quick succession, a vindication of the power of spellcraft over brute force if ever I heard one."
"We'd be well out of our league..." began Spontayne.
"Pshaw!" scoffed Trist." Two Wish spells and we're in business!"
"Sadly," Spontayne pointed out," Wish is beyond our capabilities."
"So we take some money out of the coffers and pick up a couple of scrolls," dismissed Trist. "No big deal."
At that, Grindle the Coin-Counter expelled an involuntary; “Eep!"
As the Hunters Treasurer, he was well aware of the current sad state of their coffers.
"What, may I ask, is the sudden fascination with killing the Tarrasque?" asked Buntleby.
"As it happens," replied Trist," I was cleaning out my study, and discovered this ancient tome from my old mentor."
He pulled a dusty manual out from under the head table, opening it to a diagram of the fabled beast and flipping it around so the others could see.
While Spontayne and Willowquisp leaned forward to examine the book, Buntleby instead studied their illustrious President.
Trist seldom mentioned his old mentor, preferring that others assume he had never needed such assistance in mastering - if that was indeed the appropriate word - the wizardly arts.
For him to so casually mention he had once required tutoring could only mean his attention was focued elsewhere.
“Look at this passage here,” Trist said, pointing at a fading section.
“Killing the Tarrasque releases a fortune of diamonds hidden in its Shell!”
“Why would it have diamonds in its Shell?” queried Buntleby.
“The Tarrasque isn’t a piñata - you can’t just whack it open and get your toy surprise.”
“In any case,”scoffed Willowquisp,”This book is rather outdated. It was useful for its time, but now the ‘facts’ contained therein are considered to be mere legends and fables nowadays, nothing more.”
“Hmmmph!!” glared Trist, grabbing back his tome.
“Tell you what,” suggested Spintayne,” if you can find it, we’ll kill it.”
“Hmmmph,” Trist repeated, then pressed on with the rest of the evening’s agenda..
"Might I inquire as to your interest? Surely you don't intend a Tarrasque hunt?"
"Why not?" asked Trist, puffing out his chest.
"We are, after all, the renowned Monster Hunters, and the Tarrasque is merely an oversized monster. You yourself said it could be killed with two spells in quick succession, a vindication of the power of spellcraft over brute force if ever I heard one."
"We'd be well out of our league..." began Spontayne.
"Pshaw!" scoffed Trist." Two Wish spells and we're in business!"
"Sadly," Spontayne pointed out," Wish is beyond our capabilities."
"So we take some money out of the coffers and pick up a couple of scrolls," dismissed Trist. "No big deal."
At that, Grindle the Coin-Counter expelled an involuntary; “Eep!"
As the Hunters Treasurer, he was well aware of the current sad state of their coffers.
"What, may I ask, is the sudden fascination with killing the Tarrasque?" asked Buntleby.
"As it happens," replied Trist," I was cleaning out my study, and discovered this ancient tome from my old mentor."
He pulled a dusty manual out from under the head table, opening it to a diagram of the fabled beast and flipping it around so the others could see.
While Spontayne and Willowquisp leaned forward to examine the book, Buntleby instead studied their illustrious President.
Trist seldom mentioned his old mentor, preferring that others assume he had never needed such assistance in mastering - if that was indeed the appropriate word - the wizardly arts.
For him to so casually mention he had once required tutoring could only mean his attention was focued elsewhere.
“Look at this passage here,” Trist said, pointing at a fading section.
“Killing the Tarrasque releases a fortune of diamonds hidden in its Shell!”
“Why would it have diamonds in its Shell?” queried Buntleby.
“The Tarrasque isn’t a piñata - you can’t just whack it open and get your toy surprise.”
“In any case,”scoffed Willowquisp,”This book is rather outdated. It was useful for its time, but now the ‘facts’ contained therein are considered to be mere legends and fables nowadays, nothing more.”
“Hmmmph!!” glared Trist, grabbing back his tome.
“Tell you what,” suggested Spintayne,” if you can find it, we’ll kill it.”
“Hmmmph,” Trist repeated, then pressed on with the rest of the evening’s agenda..
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