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Corum & Yorik
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Date Posted: 18:10:11 07/01/02 Mon
Corum remembered the last time he had visited the Rover’s camp. He, and Marz had a really good time, especially with all the good-looking women who roamed the place simply looking to have fun. There were of course those that were looking for a lot more, but for now Corum was quite content simply to mingle with the rest of the crowd.
He had caused quite a stir by introducing Yorik, Brat, and Eyes to anyone he met, and was first given some strange glances, which usually turned to those of acceptance. Of course he was re-introduced to the infamous jug, which naturally he almost downed, and naturally nearly coughed his fool head off. Yorik’s eyes seem to sparkle with a sort of laughter at the sight of the idiot fool who should have known better than to down pure moonshine, especially when one had not had it in such a long time.
Corum made his way to some of the male rovers who were showing off their archery skills. Corum decided to join in on their conversation, only after handing them the jug of moonshine. Of course this made his acceptance into the group that much better, and within no time, Corum was drunk. The Rovers, who were quite used to the stuff, simply laughed at the youth. Somewhere during the line of conversation, which we should add Corum failed to follow in his quite drunken, or nearly drunken stupor, of using Yorik as a bow. For some reason, Corum couldn’t quite grasp the logic of Yorik being bent in such a way that would allow him to use it as a bow. The Rovers tried to explain to the youth exactly how it could be done. They strapped one of their bows to Yorik, and made sure the bow was not strung. They fastened it in two places merely for support. In fact one of the men, after attaching the bow to the staff, showed Corum exactly how it worked. The bow was attached to the left side of the staff at two joints that bent the least. Anything above, and below would bend, and thus allow an arrow to be shot, and that’s exactly what one of the Rovers did.
“Amashing!” Corum slurred.
BRANDY, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the- grave and four parts clarified Satan. Dose, a headful all the time. Brandy is said by Dr. Johnson to be the drink of heroes. Only a hero will venture to drink it.
The Rover handed his staff to him, and Corum attempted to notch the arrow. First in Yorik’s eyes, which obviously didn’t work. The Rover tried to guide him, and Corum burped, which only made him drop the arrow to the ground. He held on to Yorik, and tried to bend down, but was finding it quite hard to touch the arrow, especially when his other hand was holding onto the staff. He tried, and tried valiantly with no attempt. Of course he didn’t hear the laughter surrounding him as the male Rovers were laughing so hysterically that all of them fell to the ground in uncontrollable fits of laughter as they continued to watch Corum try to pick up an arrow.
Somewhere along this line, and no one knows for sure when this happened, but Brat made his way down, picked up the arrow, and handed it to Corum, who immediately notched it backwards, with the arrow pointing at him. The Rovers, still trying to contain their laughter ducked as somehow Corum actually managed to notch the damn thing, and sneezed. His head went down, and the arrow went flying past his ear until it stuck into a nearby tree. Well this was more than the Rovers could bare, as they once again started into fits of laughter.
“I dishit!” Corum exclaimed as he teetered back and forth just a little bit.
A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her.
That’s when the ground started to move on Corum as he simply stared down. He suddenly spotted a face forming in the ground, and tried to stab at it with Yorik, quite unsuccessfully I might add, but did manage to almost hit one of the Rovers who quickly got out of the way.
“It’sh Ginsha that creepsh,” Corum slurred. And that’s when he took the one, the only one step, which quickly had him kissing the ground amid roars of laughter. The Rovers, once they had regained some sort of composure, hoisted the lad, and took him into one of the tents so that he could sleep the moonshine off.
The Rovers started to relate the story, which naturally got more embellished from each telling to the various guests. Many of them warned those that dared enter the tent to refrain from lighting anything for fear of a massive explosion.
A small female figure with gossamer wings quietly made her way into the tent unseen. She sat on the ground, and lay Corum’s head on her lap. She studied the youth with a smile, and started to work her enchantment on Marz’s friend. When she was done with the enchantment, the female figure leaned over, placed a necklace made up of a cord, and a tiny piece of wood around his neck, kissed him on the lips, and as he stirred to awaken, quickly made her way out of the tent.
Corum’s eyes opened, and he wondered how the hell he had gotten in here in the first place. He was at the Rovers to have fun, and he definitely wouldn’t get that lying around doing nothing. So, he got up, and stepped outside, not even realizing that he had been drunk.
“I’m starving,” the youth stated as he picked up Brat. “Let’s go get something to eat.” He made his way to the food line, and one of the Rovers that was with him, seemed to be somewhat stunned.
“Are you not feeling ill?” the man asked.
“Uh, no, why?” Corum asked. “Am I supposed to be? And anyway, I’m hungry, actually I’m starving.”
The Rover, and some of his friends looked at each other in disbelief, and simply tried to figure out how someone like Corum, who had consumed over a jug of the liquid, could possibly be standing.
Corum was immediately approached by a younger girl, with auburn hair who grabbed his plate, and his hand, and escorted him to a log to sit. “Now you will eat, you idiot!” she commanded.
And for some reason, Corum complied not even wondering who this was, and why she was doing what she was. And suddenly it came to Corum. He was here to have fun, and to have fun. How else was he going to have fun if he didn’t dance with a young girl?
“Gotcha!” Corum stated as he started to eat. “Then we can dance.”
The dark haired girl merely raised her eyebrows at he youth. “We shall see, little one, we shall see.”
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