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    A Hole Lot Of Fun; Open! Jump in... literally!
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    Matchitehew
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    I could be nice. Hell! I know I'm nice, but ask yourself, 'What's the fun in that?'

    It was a nice day in the forest. It was not too hot, and there was a slight breeze that would bend the tree branches ever so gently to the east. Everything seemed peaceful... that is until a loud 'KA-CAWWW' broke the serenity.

    "Atmadja, would you please be quiet! I cannot deal with your incessant whining today!" He stopped walking and searched the treetops for the raven. It wasn't long before he spotted the black pile of feathers in amongst the green leaves and motioned for the raven to come down and perch on his shoulder. Atmadja cawwed again, this time as if he was laughing at Matchitehew's efforts. Shrugging his muscly shoulders, he continued to walk again. "Fine then. We'll stay in this forest for ages and you will never get to eat proper food aga..."

    His last word was cut off as he fell down a dark hole. He didn't realise what had happened until he landed with a crunch at the bottom of a very deep, dark pit. He squinted, his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden change of light. "Dammit" he cursed, his voice echoing. He tried standing up, but it seemed as if he had sprained his ankle from the fall.

    "Hello" He shouted towards the sky. "Can anyone hear me?" When he realised that he would be stuck here for awhile, he started to look around for a way out. His eyes had suitably adjusted now and he noticed that the hole itself was extremely wide. He couldn't even make out the other wall and he began to wonder if there was more to the hole than meets the eye. Once his ankle stopped throbbing, he would give it a closer look. If this hole had no inhabitants, it would make a lovely storage area... or torture chamber.
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    Zyonai's presence in the hole was not coincidence. He'd discovered it ages ago - presumably it had been some sort of abandoned storage pit? - and ever since had used it for his own storage needs and sometimes, when the time came, as shelter. Whether that shelter was from weather, people, or beasts was irrelevant; none of that mattered to Zyonai. He was equally terrified of all three, depending on his mood at the time.

    Today's foray into the pit had been of a simple nature. He had been attempting to stalk some prey, and, in failing rather miserably at it, had decided that he really wasn't very hungry to begin with and went over to the pit to curl up behind some abandoned barrels for a nap. He slept well, but not long, as it was less than a turn of the hourglass before someone rudely crashed into his hole, waking him up with a start.

    The drow bit back his initial response, which would have been, were it allowed to escape, a very startled yelp, and somehow managed to stop himself from flailing into the barrels and knocking anything over. Oh, no. No, no, no. Someone was in the hole. Someone was in the hole. This was definitely not good. Not that the hole was particularly important, but he happened to enjoy staying alive, and besides his crudely made bow and his much nicer staff, there were absolutely no weapons around. Perhaps he could knock them over the head and then flee that way? It could wor-

    Zyonai shook himself nervously to brush away the fighter's instinct that tended to creep out whenever he woke up in a potentially perilous situation. Maleska. Joy. Oh, how he wished he could get rid of her! And all the others, come to think of it. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be himself again...

    A chill ran down his spine as the intruder yelled, a very unwelcome chill that was more of a tingle than anything. Great. Just... just great. Cautiously, Zyo rose, white hair loose (for a change) and spilling about his shoulders, and he peered at the stranger with golden eyes. Uh-oh. The stranger happened to be attractive. No! This was NOT supposed to be happening! This was part of the reason he was here in the first place!

    Ugh.

    His hand gripped his staff. Now what was he supposed to do?
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    Ecce homo qui est faba

    Prancing between the trees delicately, playing trilling sounds like bird calls on his pipes, and pulling odd faces, Foojoe had passed most of the last hour in this manner, pack swining against his hip as his booted feet came down carefully, noiselessly in the grass again, leaving a small imprint from the ball of his feet.
    Step step step..trill....
    Step step peek, step step step trill...
    "I don't think this is the way to Reine, Florence." He mumbled, removing the pipes from his lips and letting them fall to swing around his neck. For a moment all was still but for the ever shifting light barely seeping down through the canopy and the gentle sigh of the wind as a leaf was loosed into the current in it's slow descent to the forest floor.
    "This is your fault you know, you told us to go tha-" he broke off with a wild shriek and raced away between the trees, his how of 'Yeeeelllloooooooooow!' still winding through the air.

    Breathing hard he slid to a stop in the moist grass, smacking his chest with a balled fist and glancing around wildly. "That was a close one, it almost touched us."
    Foojoe stood there for a time, tugging on his coat nervously and inspecting his surroundings, eyes mostly focused on the canopy, hunting for yellow leaves when he caught the trailing voice, coming from nearby certainly, but where....
    At this level he couldn't see the hole hidden by the grass yet. Ears twitching, he cautiously made his way forwards to where the sound had been coming from, and dropped to all fours, crawling through the grass with head tilted on one side.
    "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
    Eyes widening he twisted from side to side, ears standing up in alarm.
    "FLORENCE! GHOSTS! THERE ARE GHOSTS!" He clapped his hands over his mouth, whispering in bursts between his fingers, eyes flicking from side to side just in case they could see him. Not that he would see them first, or would he? Not all ghosts were visible, what if it were looking at him, right now? Letting loose another yelp he scrambled to his feet and dashed headlong into the hole, only realizing at the last second and pulling up short, letting a loose shower of dirt and pebbles clatter into the darkness. Foojoe backed up, dropping to his knees and leaned over, his head blotting the light for a moment as he squinted down.
    "I am not going in there, don't be silly! There could be...anything! Undead donkeys with no eyes and their teeth falling out, just wanting to suck on my face! Or..." He drew in a breath, shaking visibly, "Nuns."
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    Matchitehew
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    I could be nice. Hell! I know I'm nice, but ask yourself, 'What's the fun in that?'

    "Aaack" He exclaimed as a few rocks knocked him on the head. He quickly brushed the dirt off his shoulders, peering up to see who was there. "I am not going in there, don't be silly! There could be...anything! Undead donkeys..." As soon as he started sounding like a lunatic, Chit rolled his eyes and sighed. Of course he would manage to fall down a hole, loose his raven and and end up with a lunatic being the only creature nearby.

    Once the creature finished his incessant rambling, Chit put on his nicest smile and shouted to the top of the hole. "Good sir, my name is Matchitehew and I have managed to fall down here and sprain my ankle. Any chance you have a rope? If not, you could just shoot down my idiot bird and tie it's feathers together." He pushed himself up so he was standing on his good foot, hoping this man was not incompetent.

    Chit squinted his eyes in thought and pressed a hand to his temple, suddenly remembering some of the odd things the creature said. "Wait, nuns? What on earth are you on, or should I say, what is wrong with you?" He didn't mean it to sound as harsh as it did, after all, he needed this creature to help him if he wanted to get out. Unfortunately, he didn't think before he spoke; a trait that often gets him in trouble. He was about to apologise, when he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. In a flash, his blade was unsheathed, the familiar hilt of his warriors blade sitting snugly in his hand.

    "Who is there? No one answered when I called before." he paused, listening intently for any sound of movement. "Believe me when I say if there is someone here and you do not answer me, I will find you an drive my sword through you." Chit peered closely at the faint outlines of objects, searching for any figure that may look even vaguely human. "Last warning. You have until the count of one.
    Five...
    Four...
    Three..."
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    "Is that a talking hole?"Dalim wispered.
    "Possibly, though it seems far more likly that it is a creature within the hole."Aimolt replied.
    The man and the rana peared from the bushes close to the hole. The man wore a white tunic and simple brown pants that almost matched his tangled brown hair. The three foot tall rana wore a dark blue jacket the cuffs of which covered his hands. There was a satyre near it but he seemed of no threat. their attention was focused soally on the hole and its talking contents. They had stumbled onto the hole while on a completly different quest but Aimolt had desided that it could wait while they monitered the events. He loved to observe events. Dalim could care less about the hole as long as it was something nonthreatening or something he could smash within.
    "This seems pointless." Dalim wispered in boredom.
    "There is something to be learned from every expirence." Aimolt said calmly.
    With that he produced a notebook from within his jacket and began to write in his criptic language of shapes and signs.
    "What do you want me to do?" Dalim ask, hoping to do something interesting soon.
    "Wait, watch, I'm not yet sure that satyre is as crazy as he seems. The voice in the hole seems safe enough but it could be a ruise to get us to jump into it."Aimolt mused.
    So they waited until Aimolt could distern what to do next. Dalim hoisted his uncut quarts hammer onto his shoulder and waited for the enevitable fight to begin. Amusing himself with thoughts of crushing the satyres head.
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    The insane person feet above them was somebody Zyonai could safely ignore, he decided. His primary concern right now was the person who was actually in the hole at the moment. In his limited experience since leaving home - or was it home? No, not anymore. - Zyonai had learned that the angriest person was the one that had to be dealt with first. And if that 'dealing with' included running away, well, nobody else needed to know that, now did they?

    The winged stranger's eyes passed directly over him and Zyonai froze. Without movement, he was nearly indistinguishable from the darkness of the hole, with the exception of his golden eyes, which, by some miracle, the man hadn't seen. The sight of the sword, however, had Zyonai's mouth go dry. Oh, dear. Having swords go through one's body were not helpful if one wanted to actually live, and dying was not a memory the drow wanted to relive.

    So, really, he only had two choices. One, he could not reply and end up dead, or two, he could talk and hopefully end up not-dead.

    ....Not-dead. Oh, what terrible turns his vocabulary had taken. Joy.

    Mind made up, Zyonai gulped, let his eyes close for a brief moment, before he opened his mouth to speak over the man's counting. "I'm here." It was the only thing he could say with any amount of control over his voice. Steeling himself, the drow took things one step further, and cautiously stepped around the barrels so that he was actually visible. He shifted uncomfortably in the light, eyeing the sword nervously. "...Could you please put that away? I don't bite, I promise."

    The plea had the slight ring of a child's begging tone, an odd contrast to the mostly steady voice and rather adult reassurance that followed.
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    Foojoe
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    Ecce homo qui est faba

    "A rope? Do we have one of those? Mmyes, I'm sure we can rustle something up." Backing away from the hole Foojoe stopped, and barked a short laugh. "Am I about to help ghosts? ..or nuns? This could go badly for us. But it didn't smell like a ghost. No. Very well then!" Rummaging in the bottomless pack resting on his hip he yanked the end of a rope out and began threading it into the hole a little at a time, snaking down into the darkness where more voices muttered up, disturbing.
    Suddenly his ears fluttering, the Satyr turned his head from side to side, blue eyes flicking from side to side. His ears stood on end, quivering.
    "I sense a most malicious gaze on us right now Florence, and I don't like it one bit. Nope. Not even a little. Like pumpkin pie. I didn't really like that much, but I could learn to. That's where the little bit comes from."
    The rope from his bag was knotted in various places where he'd used it in the past to take measurements, but didn't seem to be ending just yet. He frowned with worry, glancing out at the forest around them and licked his lips with a touch of nervousness, almost contemplating flinging himself in the hole as well just to avoid that distinct feeling of malevolence on his back. Oh yes, of course, he looked like an ordinary man, more or less, if a little patched and worn right now, and likely an easy target of a poor traveler. It's been a while since he'd last been attacked but that didn't mean that it wouldn't happen again. Impatiently he flung the thick coil over the edge, the end had since turned into a string of knotted colorful handkerchiefs, then a silk scarf, and then a chequered tablecloth. Light knew what he was thinking before, it was probably a fantastic plan at the time. Lucky for the hole-people that he hadn't untied it since then. In his nervousness he began to hum fitfully under his breath, though it did nothing to abate the sensation of being watched.
    "I don't know about you but this has really got a knot in my tail." Stooping down he tied the end of the mismatched 'rope' to a protruding tree root, then promptly sat on it. Just in case.
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    "He's seen us," Dalim wispered.
    Dalim didn't like that one bit. A creature with eyes in the back of its head was much harder to kill than one without.
    "So it appears, i believe it is time to make our presence know to this satyr," Aimolt replied, in a slightly higher toneThe pair stepped out of the bush they were hiding in and nodded greetings.
    "Hello, my name is Aimolt and my companion is Dalim Wolfborn. We were wondering when we stumbled onto this interesting situation," Aimolt introduced them politly enough, if not excluding details.Aimolt had decided that this satyr posed no immediate threat but even so he pulled a throwing knife from the hidden pouch within his sleeve. With his hands covered this movement would not be seen from the outside. Dalim had little patience for introductions.
    "Tell us your name now." This prompt from Dalim was backed up by his massive war hammer falling from his shoulder into his hand.
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    Matchitehew
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    I could be nice. Hell! I know I'm nice, but ask yourself, 'What's the fun in that?'

    "...Could you please put that away? I don't bite, I promise."

    Matchitehew cackled at the man. He sounded rather scared and Chit enjoyed that. "Hmm, I don't like your tone of voice." He smiled mischievously. "I'll make you a deal. How about you tell me exactly who you are and what you're doing here, and maybe I won't run you through with my sword." He waited and, sensing that he may of scared the man even more than before, he thrust his sword back into it's sheath, resting his hand on the hilt. It wouldn't matter anyway- the only good thing about this hole was that it was full of darkness. Chit could see the sticky tendrils licking at the sides of his legs, and he sensed more all around this hole. Just in case this man decided to do something rash, Chit got his hands and mind ready to utilise those tendrils; maybe he could get the darkness to wrap around the man's eyes and blind him.

    Chit was about to give the man another warning, when he heard more voices coming from the top of the hole. Rolling his eyes, he spoke. "Oh great, what is it now." He cupped his hands to his mouth and raised his head to the sky. "I swear you lunatic, if you have brought more of your friends and are doing something stupid like having a tea party and are not trying to help me, I will cut you into tiny pieces and serve you to my bird. Either that or I'll make a pie out of you." Just as he finished his rant, he noticed the... well it looked like it was supposed to be a rope, hanging from the top of the hole. The idiot had done it after all. He was about to hobble over to the rope, when it occurred to him that there was still the matter of the other man in the hole.

    "Wait a minute... You are down here and so are all these other items, and I don't imagine any of them contain a large supply of food. I have drawn two conclusions. Either you are a ghost or some other creature that does not require food, or you know a way out of this whole so you can get food." He grinned smugly; he didn't trust the highly knotted and so called 'rope' that had been sent down. Of course he would use it if he had to, but if this man had an easier way out, he would force the man to tell him, even if that meant cutting his limbs off one by one.
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    If a drow could blanch, Zyonai did now. It wasn't the threat that did it - Zyonai knew enough about battling that he'd be able to get out of whatever came next fairly easily - but the 'questions' that accompanied it. How was he supposed to answer those? "See, that's where we run into a bit of a problem..."

    And then - then the bits of him that now tended more towards anger and analytic thinking came into action. Zyonai walking forwards, his fingers sliding down his staff until they were primed for action should need be. How dare he speak to him like this? This was where he lived; this forest was his home now, and he'd had enough of people barging in and demanding things of him. Threatening him, even, as though they were better than he was! As though they were in the right.

    Well, they most certainly were now. His golden eyes, now cold, narrowed slightly. "I'd like to know what you're doing here, actually." The tone in his voice had completely changed. This was not someone you wanted to mess with. "Considering that you're the one who so very rudely woke me up in my home."

    The voices coming from the top only warranted a twitch of his dusky, pointed ears. Right now, as far as he was concerned, they didn't matter. What mattered was the winged man in front of him. Attractive or not, Zyonai wasn't pleased with him, and if he continued to act the way he was, well, he wouldn't be welcome and that was that.

    He rose one white eyebrow gracefully. "And why would I tell you?" he wanted to know, curiosity giving his voice an extra lilt.
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    Lunatic? I am not a...am I? Hmm. Interesting.
    Foojoe jumped as two figures stepped from a nearby bush, and politely introduced themselves, though the followup of weapons being drawn gave the subtle undertone that this was swiftly becoming a rather dangerous situation. Taking a step back he waved his arms a moment, almost overbalancing, one foot dangling over the hole, then retreating just as quickly. Close, close. He didn't want to go breaking his neck just yet.
    A name? Yes, tricksy tricksy, what would one do with a name? Terrible things hmmm? Mmyes. Don't trust them. Nope. The one with the hammer, probbaly he wants to eat our liver and fry our lungs over a hot fire. Like I have anything to steal...no weapons, little money, little food...what if they want our brain? Horrors!
    "I don't want to be eaten by no birds! Too tough n chewy for birds. Oh yes. And here we were trying to help as you asked. Tch."
    Eyes drawn to the stranger's hammer, resting apparently casually in his hand, Foojoe swallowed, gaze flickering from side to side for a way out, ears drooping. What a situation. Smoothing his face and offering a bright smile, he flourished a courtly bow to the pair, one leg forward.
    "I am Foojoe, but a humble bard and traveller sirs...uh..that is, I was travelling. But there appears to be a large hole. With a person..or several persons...in it, and requiring aid." Nervously he nudged the makeshift rope tied to the tree root. "Might as well help a poor soul out eh..."
    They reek of iron, and I really don't like the look of that one's eyes...like he wants to pull my ears and squeeze my eyeballs til they pop like spider eggs in the flame. Oh no no no! I don't want my eyes to go pop! We need them to see! What to do...
    "You might as well put that away, it's not like I have anything worth snatching. If we did, we certainly wouldn't be all the way out here without any alcohol, trying to help some iron-addled shadow in the ground!"
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    "Refers to himself as 'we'. Makes the assumsion that we are theives. Bard. Thinks there is a bird in the hole which is intent on eating him," Aimolt noted aloud, again.
    Aimolt often talked to himself when taking notes. Dalim was use to this and ignored him when he used his note-taking voice. He was still intent on the satyr who was clearly insane. Aimolt began to walk around Foojoe, taking a quick sketch of the satyrs face for reference later. As with many other things Aimolt was fasinated with the way the brain worked. Dalim however was fasinated with the way it looked smeared against his quarts hammer head.
    "I'm happy with where my hammer is right now," Dalim smiled.
    Dalim wasn't generally distrusting but this Foojoe was offputing. He hadn't dealt with the insane before and found the expirance unlikeable.
    "Are there others traveling with you? If so what sort? Where are you headed? What do you plan on doing when you get there? What insterment do you play?" Aimolt ask.
    The voices in the hole didn't wory Aimolt, to who they seemed much better company than crazy satyre here. Dalim however felt that they could be more enemies and desided that keeping his hammer ready was the solution. It usually was.
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    I could be nice. Hell! I know I'm nice, but ask yourself, 'What's the fun in that?'

    "What I'm doing here? You idiot! You watched me fall into this damn hole! I didn't choose to be here!" He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. "You will tell me, because if you don't, things will get very, very bad for you."

    He could feel his anger bubbling inside of him, threatening to spill out and turn into a violent rage. "You sir, are really getting on my nerves and..." The talking coming from the top of the hole was annoying him, and he started to burst at the seams. "WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET UP THERE YOU CRAZY MAN."

    He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to calm himself so he could speak normally. "If you help me out of here, I will be out of your hair and you will never have to see me again. Trust me, you don't want me on your bad side."
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