>>12570686>Some time later....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFBlvmr8Tw0We woke up, and let me tell you right now, I did not WANT to wake up.
We were surrounded, surrounded by birds no less. Red birds with spears and grim looks on their faces.Colors were painted all over their faces, which looked to have come from berries.
Fletchlings.
Now, if that wasn't bad enough, we were also boiling in a hot steel pot, with some vegetables put in. Spices were also put on Quags partly because the birds weren't in favor of his constantly slimy body.
The village leader, a plump Fletchling, made his way through the bird crowd to us. The crowd was chanting, chanting in some odd village language, with their spears held up high.
"We really fucked up now." mumbled Quags.
"You *think*?"
The head chief Fletchling adjusted his headdress, then addressed us with his spear. He rambled on and on in his language, all we could do was discern his words through his body language.
They weren't good ones.
He pointed to the river, then at Quags, giving the implication that we were about to die simply because we froze their shitty water source that was drying out anyway.
Actually, could that be what the blockade was for?
No matter how much I tried to reason with them, the Fletchlings would not listen. The only thing they did was continue to dance and chant, while a ring of five of them circled around us, using Flame Charge to speed up the boiling.
We're going to fucking die.
A) Tell them to use Flame Charge to melt the ice.
B) Attack the Fletchlings! Kill them all!
C) Show them the Cylinduava.
D) Use the Rachel Ray brand hot plate to make food for the Fletchlings.
