Something is clamped to my throat, cutting off my wind.

Author: * Sokni Hvitaskald - 389 Posts on this thread out of 1,073 Posts sitewide.
Date: Mar 31, 2006 - 00:05

I grab for my axe, but see Apil's fuzzy face, and realize that, for some reason it is his hand squeezing my breath out. I can't very well use my axe on a friend, so I try to pry his fingers loose.

Things are getting very dark, and he is squeezing harder and harder. Then, just as I am about to pass out completely, he lets go, and I start drawing in deep breaths through my sore throat.

Soon I can make out what the people around me are saying, and whatI hear is some wierd thing about a hairy tortoise named Gilgamesh!?! I think my brain is still oxygen deprived - I've never heard of hairy tortoises before!