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After his rather strange triumph over the great glass monster, Deebus simply continued on south and westwards near the coast. For most of the day, he was in and out of sand-place and tundra. Towards night, he finally came to the tundra where the bear Emär dwelt. The sun was beginning to set. Deebus felt there would be enough time to reach the bear's den, though, so he pressed on. What the reports of the area had failed to mention, though, were the standing stones. Tall pillars, eerily smooth and made of a rock like many small pebbles pressed together. They seemed scattered about in no order, like trees. In the center of the field of pillars, there was a large shape in the snow, a rise. Something white with a blanket of white over it. Deebus crept closer. A shape, like a big, flat rock of some white-ish, somewhat sparkly stone. He crept closer still. Then, thinking better of it, he cautiously drew out the iron dagger and hurled it at the stone.
Note the image file name. I mean seriously, WTF?(yougottabekiddingme.png was the former filename)
There was a loud crack. Deebus crept over and brushed off the snow from the stone. It seemed to be a large carved figure, with two arms and legs like a kobold. The head had large, delicate, crystalline things coming out of it, like moth-whiskers. The head was separated from the rest of it. From the looks of it, it must have been fairly weathered, and the striking of his dagger had been the final push. Deebus sniffed. There was something odd about the smell, too. Picking up a fleck of the stone from around the neck, he tasted it. Salt?
Deebus retrieved his dagger and left, wondering about who carved these stone pillars and salt-figures. Going east and south, he managed to find the hole in the snow just as the sun was setting. Emär was huge, yes, and fierce-looking too, but not the fiercest bear Deebus had ever seen. An arrow to one leg, the hurled dagger to another for good measure, and he was bleeding on the floor of his cave. Emär never got back up.
Another day, another kill. One day, there would be no more. One day.
A thought just occured: what if someone did a dramatic reading of this? Of course, pictorial portions might be difficult.
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