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Authors: Jonathan Casif, Sneer Rosenfeld
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A new member in Tigertief: the daughter of Patrick Marsh
The unknown elven maiden viewed this morning with the rest of Tigertief members in the "Three Dimensions" bar is no less than Logan Marsh, the daughter of the late ranger, Patrick Marsh.
Her brother, Kiril Marsh, was a member of the Scorpion's Sting, which was reported missing in action during a mission to Kolchis Castle.
Sir Claude Achtisanor, a young apprentice of Patrick Marsh, founded Tigertief a few days after his master's murder.
The renowned Tigertief has returned with additional members, and it is one of the most promising and interesting teams in the competition.
Dunlop Roiter and Serdamus Piperazzi, Broncolina
Chapter 7 - Idrinian, the Forest of Life
"Aii… Ouch… Oof…" Krunch’s reedy voice screeched from beneath the heavy bodies of Achtisanor and De-Stik.
"Oh…" moaned Achtisanor and rose up to his feet. "Sorry about that."
"Sorry?!" De-Stik shouted as he rose and fiercely hugged Achtisanor. "You're sorry?! You are one sassy lad! I've never thought that when someone crushes my bones I'll be glad!"
"Are you okay, Choop?" Logan grabbed Krunch's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"If I'm okay?" screamed Krunch and stood, frowning all over the place. He tucked his shirt into his pants, his little belly bulging above his belt, "what can be wrong when two big men with backpacks and suites of armour land on you?" his frown was directed towards De-Stik and Achtisanor, who smiled back at him.
"Are you okay, Logan?" asked Achtisanor.
"Yes. Fortunately, Krunch and De-Stik blocked your dramatic entrance," Logan tied her quiver to her shoulder. "I knew that you'll join us, Claude!" She went over to him and kissed his cheek.
"Tigertief," whispered Krunch to himself, looking at his three friends.
"Tigertief," said Achtisanor and looked back at him.
De-Stik looked around at the thick bark trees, long moss hanging from the high branches. The sky above them was completely obscured by the green and dense canopy. Occasionally, a single sunbeam managed to penetrate the screen and painted the forest in a lighter shade.
"Idrinian," smiled Logan.
"Come on! We have some work to do!" surprised them Achtisanor in an authoritative manner. The four of them opened their packs and emptied their content on the ground.
"De-Stik, you're first," said Achtisanor.
"Well, I have brought some loaves of bread, a waterskin, and some peanut butter. One flask of oil, tinder stones, a blanket, and some work tools. I have a dagger, a crossed hook, and a quarterstaff to defend and heads to crack, and didn't forget my small harp in the pack." De-Stik moved his fingers lightly on the harp.
"Logan?" continued Achtisanor.
"I have some fruits, two healing potions, a torch, a long rope, a sword, a bow, and arrows," Logan pointed on the quiver on her shoulder, containing the green-leafed arrows, "a metal mirror and a black wool blanket for the cold nights."
"Krunch," Achtisanor looked toward the Lutin, who stood amongst dozens of strange vials.
"I have a dagger, a boomerang, two metal mirrors, two invisibility potions, two healing potions and an enlargement one. Some herbs, eagle claws, some porcupine spurs, bat ears, slugs' mucus…"
"I think we've got the point," interrupted him Achtisanor, smiling.
"Two waterskins, two flasks of oil, some vegetables and my spells and potions book."
"Good," said Achtisanor, "I have a half waterskin full of wine, some dried dates, a metal mirror, a waterskin full of oil, a bow, some arrows, and my sword."
"Everybody has some coins?" asked Logan.
Everyone nodded.
"Let's hope it will be enough," said Achtisanor.
"We'll manage," said Logan.
"Yes, we'll manage, let's go forth," said De-Stik. "If only we knew in which direction lies the north!"
"Don’t worry," Logan looked above towards the treetops. "In this direction," she looked back. "That means that we need to go over there," she pointed to their right.
"Whew, how do you
A new member in Tigertief: the daughter of Patrick Marsh
The unknown elven maiden viewed this morning with the rest of Tigertief members in the "Three Dimensions" bar is no less than Logan Marsh, the daughter of the late ranger, Patrick Marsh.
Her brother, Kiril Marsh, was a member of the Scorpion's Sting, which was reported missing in action during a mission to Kolchis Castle.
Sir Claude Achtisanor, a young apprentice of Patrick Marsh, founded Tigertief a few days after his master's murder.
The renowned Tigertief has returned with additional members, and it is one of the most promising and interesting teams in the competition.
Dunlop Roiter and Serdamus Piperazzi, Broncolina
Chapter 7 - Idrinian, the Forest of Life
"Aii… Ouch… Oof…" Krunch’s reedy voice screeched from beneath the heavy bodies of Achtisanor and De-Stik.
"Oh…" moaned Achtisanor and rose up to his feet. "Sorry about that."
"Sorry?!" De-Stik shouted as he rose and fiercely hugged Achtisanor. "You're sorry?! You are one sassy lad! I've never thought that when someone crushes my bones I'll be glad!"
"Are you okay, Choop?" Logan grabbed Krunch's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"If I'm okay?" screamed Krunch and stood, frowning all over the place. He tucked his shirt into his pants, his little belly bulging above his belt, "what can be wrong when two big men with backpacks and suites of armour land on you?" his frown was directed towards De-Stik and Achtisanor, who smiled back at him.
"Are you okay, Logan?" asked Achtisanor.
"Yes. Fortunately, Krunch and De-Stik blocked your dramatic entrance," Logan tied her quiver to her shoulder. "I knew that you'll join us, Claude!" She went over to him and kissed his cheek.
"Tigertief," whispered Krunch to himself, looking at his three friends.
"Tigertief," said Achtisanor and looked back at him.
De-Stik looked around at the thick bark trees, long moss hanging from the high branches. The sky above them was completely obscured by the green and dense canopy. Occasionally, a single sunbeam managed to penetrate the screen and painted the forest in a lighter shade.
"Idrinian," smiled Logan.
"Come on! We have some work to do!" surprised them Achtisanor in an authoritative manner. The four of them opened their packs and emptied their content on the ground.
"De-Stik, you're first," said Achtisanor.
"Well, I have brought some loaves of bread, a waterskin, and some peanut butter. One flask of oil, tinder stones, a blanket, and some work tools. I have a dagger, a crossed hook, and a quarterstaff to defend and heads to crack, and didn't forget my small harp in the pack." De-Stik moved his fingers lightly on the harp.
"Logan?" continued Achtisanor.
"I have some fruits, two healing potions, a torch, a long rope, a sword, a bow, and arrows," Logan pointed on the quiver on her shoulder, containing the green-leafed arrows, "a metal mirror and a black wool blanket for the cold nights."
"Krunch," Achtisanor looked toward the Lutin, who stood amongst dozens of strange vials.
"I have a dagger, a boomerang, two metal mirrors, two invisibility potions, two healing potions and an enlargement one. Some herbs, eagle claws, some porcupine spurs, bat ears, slugs' mucus…"
"I think we've got the point," interrupted him Achtisanor, smiling.
"Two waterskins, two flasks of oil, some vegetables and my spells and potions book."
"Good," said Achtisanor, "I have a half waterskin full of wine, some dried dates, a metal mirror, a waterskin full of oil, a bow, some arrows, and my sword."
"Everybody has some coins?" asked Logan.
Everyone nodded.
"Let's hope it will be enough," said Achtisanor.
"We'll manage," said Logan.
"Yes, we'll manage, let's go forth," said De-Stik. "If only we knew in which direction lies the north!"
"Don’t worry," Logan looked above towards the treetops. "In this direction," she looked back. "That means that we need to go over there," she pointed to their right.
"Whew, how do you
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