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    Author: * Aknehatate Amenhotep - 67 Posts on this thread out of 67 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Oct 20, 2006 - 23:46

    This really was not the life he wanted. Akne was a bronze statue with a beautifu woman ...polishing him...but he couldn't move or feel a thing. What good is being cut and perfect if you are nothing more than a place for birds to sit on? particularly if you are undergound and here are no birds to even bother? Even worse, he could see Bad girl moving all over him but he couldnt even touch her. In fact, if she moved out of his one line of sight, he couldnt see her well either. In short, this really stunk.

    BAd girl seemed to be getting a litle weary of her work when Bebe came in. "A relief polisher' Akne thought to himself. Instead, she said something, kissed him and he felt the bronze just melt off his body. Before she had even left the room, he was skin and bones again- but still cut like a statute. Now THAT was ok.

    Unfortunately, Badgirl seemed to no longer have any interest in him. "What happened to your gorgeous pudginess"? she wailed. Akne tried to explain that he could eat alot of bread products and sweets and that the pusginess would return in no time, but she walked off with a waive of her hand. "When you get pudgy, come and see me...now where is Tayfun?"

    Akne watched her go and then looked at his reflection in some bronze shield around him. He looked pretty good. He turned to get another angle; he looked darn good. He was a bit stiff though. His legs felt heavy and his arms almost seemed to squeek when they moved. Akne tapped his leg and heard the sound of hollow metal. He was now skin - but not bones. The bronze was now just under his flesh. While he could move, he was certain he would soon start to rust. Blood just cannot be good for metal. Then he would be stuck again- unable to move. Can't any of these magicians do things completely?

    Moving out of the room, he came back to the central chamber. "Great. Another chance to really mess myslef up " he thought to himself. Openeing up another door, he could see Tay, Neffy, Humpylumpy, and Raja-ann fighting mummies with what looked like sausages. While not a fun looking room, it beat being a mouse or staute.

    Into the room he walked, closing the door behind him. The images before him shifted, then shifted again. Tay, Neffy, Humpylumpy, and Raja-ann were no longer before him. Insead, he could see Spethi on all fours staring into a marble sarcophagus in a room full of paintings. The images moved again, revealing a room of clerics, all fading into the walls, vanishing.

    Reaching forward, Akne reached into the images with his right hand. The images rippled, revealing the prior images all combined into one. Akne's hand combined with the images, melting into them and becoming one. He could feel his body being sucked into the ripples. A pleasant feeling of warmth came over him as he drained into the images in the wall.

    He could see everything now; all of the rooms and the people in them; it was pretty cool. He could see the way out- another door out of the wine cellar and how to get there without having to battle through any other doors; The way out was not through the other doors, but around them; through this room escape was possible.

    Akne felt himself soften to a liquid state. Seeping through the spaces between the walls, he found himself in a thousand parts but all moving together toward the exit until he puddled in the antechamber above the doors where it had all started. Solidifying, he found himself standing before the cat statue that Tayfun had taken the gem from. The statue was in perfect order again and the room was seemingly undisturbed. Spethi, Tayfun, Ankhesen, Asenath and the others all lay sleeping ont eh fllor around him.




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