[Sal the Mudokon]

Well, no one really reads this anymore (obviously) so in ther rare event that you do, please reply. Hell, just reply "I read it" All you spammers have a perfect chance here. Its only spam if its multiple times. So, once again, I will give you the next chapter of the tale.

Chapter 12: The Tale and the Survivor

“We’ve found four!” said the largest of the eight warrior mudokons sent to find the survivors, “Everything else has either been washed into the Mighty Puddle or deep below the mud.”
“What kind of condition are they in?” asked Nod.
“Pretty good, actually!” said Curd, “This strong one was hardly touched!”
“Well, send them to Spoocemaster Abner,” said Nod, “He’ll have them in fit shape in no time.” The mudokons departed from Nod’s quarters. Nod sat down and thought for a moment. He could have easily nourished them on his own. They were going to Abner for another reason.
After about two days, Sal opened his eyes to a bright light shining in from a small hole. He had no idea as to where he was. The hole was a small space in the top of the wooden tower he was in. He was all by himself. Sal tried to get up and noticed that he had never been in such pain in his life. All he could do was look around the room. The room was slightly decorated which was more than he had ever seen before. Drawings covered much of the walls and other things were sorted into different parts of the room. He could clearly see bones and such set up in a set manner in one side of the room. The pictures made somewhat of a story or something. Or maybe they were many stories. He couldn’t tell. Whoever these inhabitants were, they were rather cultured.
After a few more hours, Sal eyes had well adjusted to the light and he could crawl around on the floor. Outside the cloth door, which blew open from time to time, he could make that he was several feet above the ground. Whoever carried him up here had not returned. Sal appeared surprised. The tower was much higher than any he had seen in the Modelado area. From the way that Kel was so pompous, it seemed that the Modelado was a large land region. If these walls were made by a very artistic culture, than how come the queen’s area wasn’t as decorated. He must not still be in Modelado. “WAIT A MOMENT!” thought Sal, “I’ve been doing that damn thinking again! I better quit this nasty habit.” Sal couldn’t fight it though. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of interested in the history lessons that the queen was saying.
He looked at the walls again. There seemed to be a black line from the top of the room to the floor on one side. This must be the beginning point. The first picture shows two groups of what Sal thought must be mudokons. On the left of each was a queen-looking thing and on the right of each was a mudokon with a circle drawn around them. Sal supposed that this meant that they were special. In the very middle was a strange long face-looking image. It was rather grotesque but intriguing at the same time. From the looks of the next picture, the face was a mask or a helmet of some sort and the bearer was attempting to give it to one of the mudokons. They both reached out for it, but only one could have it. Then the two started to fight. Then the two groups of people started to fight. Sal paused for a moment. “I wonder what’s so great about that mask,” he thought. He continued reading.
Sal could now see a horrible crack in the ground and mountains appearing. This seemed to be caused by one of the groups. The mountain chain now separated the two groups. Little squiggly lines on one side of the mountains and dots on the other symbolized that one side was made very fertile and the other a desert. Now it was time for the other group to counter. They made what Sal guessed was a huge rain cloud to make the land a swamp. In a second attempt from the first side they made a bunch of trees grow on the mountain. “A jungle,” thought Sal. It must have been to stop the water. This story was getting REALLY interesting! The next picture was kind of hard for Sal to understand. It was a leaf with the sun’s rays on it. After the rays touched it, it showed harsher beams causing fire after touching the leaf. The second to last picture was of the trees bursting into flames and the water escaping in a massive wave. Sal understood now. The last picture was of a very familiar site at the factory. Two mudokon skeletons held each other in their arms while the waves splashed above them. This was the fate that must have met his company. Sal walked to the door and looked out. Several other towers stood nearby. Beyond them were even more towers, and so on. Sal had never been to this kind of place before. It was all above ground.
Sal’s legs were wobbly, at best, bus alas he tried to stand up. It was possible and he pulled the curtain of a door from in front of him. He began to walk down the long ramp to the ground. There were mudokons walking all over. This place was MUCH bigger and more populated than the last place he had been. Half of everyone was carrying a spear. “I don’t want to get on anyone’s bad side,” thought Sal. All of the mudokons were a bit darker in color than rest of his companions and even his blue self. Many of them were talking to each other and joking along. Many had hats and other types of “eccentric” clothing. Far off, there was a mudokon with a spear with a jagged end. He was a dark gray, almost black. He move liked a shadow and spoke to no one. His hat wasn’t made from the trees like everyone else. His was made from grasses and woven together. On his chest was a strange white symbol. It was like a tattoo. It was a circle with jagged triangles at the top and the bottom. It stood out very well on his skin. He looked at Sal. Sal was paralyzed. It wasn’t like he felt like he was in danger or as if he had been caught. It was the mudokon’s left eye. It wasn’t an eye. It was purely white. Sal had never seen any thing like it before. Someone tapped Sal on the back. He turned around to see an old, short, and wrinkly mudokon with a cane and somewhat of a tunic on. “I bet you have plenty of questions, Sal!” said the elderly mud with a smile. Sal had plenty of questions. First: How did this Writh wannabe-know who he was? Second: Ya got any grub?


Well that's it for a while... But I know that it wasnt the most action-packed kind of thing that weve come to expect from yours truly...but its setting up some kind of sub-adventure that is going to encompass the next couple of chapters. If you read, you will not be dissapointed.