Has decided to do an Ogden Nash-style poem
Introduce the next chapter in his fan fiction story.
Oh, BTW, in Chapter II, where Skrit is on the big rock and I said it points east, make that south. I decided they head south towards a tropical region, so that's where this forest is. It's like a tropical not-quite-rain forest.
After traveling for hours, Skrit, Skirk, and the four bodyguards they had with them arrived at Skirk's den. Skrit looked around for a hollow in the gigantic tree, or a nearby cave, but nothing resembling a den was to be found. Skirk made a paramite chuckle at Skrit's inquisitive "Krerk?"
and then turned her head up the massive trunk of the tree, making an interesting chattering sound that Skrit had never heard before. This tribe had an odd dialect, more lilting and melodious than Skrit's pack's harsh grunts and screeches.
After several moments a silk rope ladder unfurled from the dense jungle canopy and stopped dangling just a few inches above the ground in front of them. Skrit knew this was paramite silk, but he had never seen it like this before. It was hard for his primitive brain to understand, but he realized that it was many strands twisted together in a way such as he had never seen before. These tropical paramites were clever indeed!
Skirk and her escort easily scaled the ladder, having had much practice, but Skrit and his two bodyguards had to be shown the ropes
It was actually fairly easy for Skrit and his bodyguards once they got the rhythm of it. Not having fingers to grip the rungs wasn't a problem, as paramite silk is naturally slightly sticky, and their legs form decent hooks.
When they finally broke through the thin leaf barrier obscuring their view of the treetops, they were amazed to find a small village of paramites, each family group with it's own tree hollow. Some were natural hollow spaces, some were nest-like structures built out of branches, leaves, and mud in the crooks of branches, and some appeared to have been gouged out of living wood by the sharp keritin "fingernails" at the ends of paramites' mouthparts. They stood gawking for a moment, trying to comprehend what they were seeing: paramites living in small family groups in nests and hollows they had made themselves in the canopy of a jungle. In the farther north reaches of the continent (note, this story's geography may not agree with the geography the game was created with, but it's pretty much the same, and yes, it's supposed to take place on Mudos), where forests were temperate and often composed of evergreens, this type of living was unheard of. Skrit was also amazed at the social and technological advancement of these strange paramites.
After smugly watching them stare at her tribe's complexity as a civilization, Skirk brought Skrit and his escort out of their stupor by telling them that it was time to brief Skrit on the situation, coordinate battle plans, and finally, prepare and train his pack for the war that was about to ensue.
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