Post by thehebrewhammer on Nov 14, 2006 15:56:19 GMT -5
Hey guys...sorry I've been MIA for a bit...school has been killer this semester, and I've been chugging away with this super issue I'm writing. That's right, the next MF story arc will all be in one huge issue. I'm about half way done, and picking up speed. Since the end is in sight (sorta), here's a small preview...enjoy!
“M…m…master!” a shrill, high-pitched voice called from the entrance to the small, mushroom-shaped cabin. The interior was bathed in darkness but smelled of disease. The servant at the entrance dared go no further.
“What is it Peepers?!” a male tone demanded with little patience. The voice was scratchy and showed evidence of old age. The shrill pitch caused shivers to run down the spine of the small man at the entrance. He could feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes gazing down on him.
“A…a… an airship has crashed, crashed into the forest master! Peepers has seen it!” the smaller man proclaimed. He squinted his abnormally large eyes in an attempt to see through the darkness of the cabin. He would feel much more comfortable knowing where to address his remarks. Still, the sight of his master eluded him. Peepers clutched his hands together pleadingly in front of his chest.
“I know this, you worthless maggot! The Emissary has already informed me of their arrival. Now cease your quivering, step aside, and let us greet our guests properly!” demanded. Peepers quickly stepped aside the sound of growling and snarling quickly filled the inside of the cabin. The child-sized man was quick to raise those pudgy hands over his eyes as four terrifying beasts sprinted out of the cabin and into the forest behind him. “Now go find the fool who wanders this forest. Tell him to find the intruders and kill them, or else.”
“Yes master, right away master! Peepers will go, yes yes!” the yellow skinned servant turned to run and fell down the three steps leading up to the cabin. The miserable little man didn’t even pick himself up fully before dashing away from the deformed hut, leaving the door wide open.
“Hmmm…Strange is not among them…the Emissary will not be pleased…” the scratchy voice seethed. The door slammed shut of its own volition before an eerie fog rolled over cabin. When it dissipated, the area where the hut had been was shrouded in darkness.
“M…m…master!” a shrill, high-pitched voice called from the entrance to the small, mushroom-shaped cabin. The interior was bathed in darkness but smelled of disease. The servant at the entrance dared go no further.
“What is it Peepers?!” a male tone demanded with little patience. The voice was scratchy and showed evidence of old age. The shrill pitch caused shivers to run down the spine of the small man at the entrance. He could feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes gazing down on him.
“A…a… an airship has crashed, crashed into the forest master! Peepers has seen it!” the smaller man proclaimed. He squinted his abnormally large eyes in an attempt to see through the darkness of the cabin. He would feel much more comfortable knowing where to address his remarks. Still, the sight of his master eluded him. Peepers clutched his hands together pleadingly in front of his chest.
“I know this, you worthless maggot! The Emissary has already informed me of their arrival. Now cease your quivering, step aside, and let us greet our guests properly!” demanded. Peepers quickly stepped aside the sound of growling and snarling quickly filled the inside of the cabin. The child-sized man was quick to raise those pudgy hands over his eyes as four terrifying beasts sprinted out of the cabin and into the forest behind him. “Now go find the fool who wanders this forest. Tell him to find the intruders and kill them, or else.”
“Yes master, right away master! Peepers will go, yes yes!” the yellow skinned servant turned to run and fell down the three steps leading up to the cabin. The miserable little man didn’t even pick himself up fully before dashing away from the deformed hut, leaving the door wide open.
“Hmmm…Strange is not among them…the Emissary will not be pleased…” the scratchy voice seethed. The door slammed shut of its own volition before an eerie fog rolled over cabin. When it dissipated, the area where the hut had been was shrouded in darkness.