11-01-2006, 04:57 AM
*As the door bangs shut from Maths "aided" exit, a squeek is heard.
*At first you cannot see the cause of this noise, but as you look closer at door you realise there is someone standing there...... a child?
*No not a child, His black pointy hat is balanced on 2 long ears, that stick out from the side of his overly large head.
*He can be no more than 2ft tall, one of the magical ppl from under the mountains?
*He is wearing a black coat, and black pants, and little purple can be seen outlining him, his cloak is black with a purple lining.
*Your eyes take note of the weapons he carries, a black retractable staff made of metal is in his hand, and a knife, long by his standards, but of pocketable size to most, hangs at his side.
*Neebs glances nervously around the room, taking note of the huge bouncer who hand just evicted an unruly partron.
*Cautiously he makes his way accross the room to his goal, the tournament application forms.
*He stops in front of the table, then turns around and pulls a chair across to it.
*Standing on the chair he takes up the quill and form and begins writing.
*When done he climbs back down off the chair and makes his way to a deserted table in the corner.
*He retracts his staff, and slips it into an empty pouch under his cloak,
*Scrambles up onto the chair, removes his hat and places it on the table.
*with his eyes lvl with the top of the table he sits there and waits, nervously glancing around the room and at his hands.
*At first you cannot see the cause of this noise, but as you look closer at door you realise there is someone standing there...... a child?
*No not a child, His black pointy hat is balanced on 2 long ears, that stick out from the side of his overly large head.
*He can be no more than 2ft tall, one of the magical ppl from under the mountains?
*He is wearing a black coat, and black pants, and little purple can be seen outlining him, his cloak is black with a purple lining.
*Your eyes take note of the weapons he carries, a black retractable staff made of metal is in his hand, and a knife, long by his standards, but of pocketable size to most, hangs at his side.
*Neebs glances nervously around the room, taking note of the huge bouncer who hand just evicted an unruly partron.
*Cautiously he makes his way accross the room to his goal, the tournament application forms.
*He stops in front of the table, then turns around and pulls a chair across to it.
*Standing on the chair he takes up the quill and form and begins writing.
*When done he climbs back down off the chair and makes his way to a deserted table in the corner.
*He retracts his staff, and slips it into an empty pouch under his cloak,
*Scrambles up onto the chair, removes his hat and places it on the table.
*with his eyes lvl with the top of the table he sits there and waits, nervously glancing around the room and at his hands.