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08-19-2002, 12:01 AM
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Kesiah
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: Jun 2002
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Chapter 6: To the City.

Finally! Here's the next part of the story, sorry it took so long, hope you like it! And feel free to browse the markets while we are there!
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With a thud, Munch hit the ground. The Mudokons who had been carrying him stood glaring at Abe.
“We’ve been walking for hours!” One of the Mudokons complained loudly. “And we’re really tired!”
Abe looked around at the Muds. “But we’ve gotta keep going and try to get Munch a can opener! I can’t carry him and keep an eye on whats happening!” He said.
“Then we’ll just stay here until we feel like moving.” Another Mud said.
Abe stared in the direction they had been headed. The Shaman had given a vague indication that a can opener lay in that direction, so that’s where Abe had started leading his troop. That had been almost a day ago. The Shaman had left on the pretense that the Raisin had summoned him, but he would return if they needed his help. The other Mudokons had been carrying Munch since then, but there was such a long way to go!
“Can’t we keep going and stop at night?” Abe pleaded. But the Muds had already started a fire and were looking for food. He sighed, then knelt down beside Munch.
“If I untie you, will you promise not to go berserk?” He asked the prone Gabbit. Munch nodded, so Abe undid the bounds and gag. Much quickly levered himself up, then glared up at Abe.
“How are we going to find a can opener now?” He asked.
Abe thought for a while. Then a surprisingly simple solution occurred to him.
“I can open a portal to the nearest location which has a can opener that we can use.” He told Munch.
The Gabbit looked skeptical.
“Can you do that?” He asked. Abe nodded and tried to look confident.
“We’d better leave the others here, we shouldn’t be long.” He said. *Anyway, I don’t think I could get them to move if I tried.* Abe thought.
Leading Munch to a clearing away from the other Mudokons, Abe summoned all the spooce he possessed, releasing a small amount in order to summon some birds to his location. As soon as the Birds arrived in the clearing, Abe began using the rest of his spooce to open the portal, chanting to assist his concentration.
All this was lost on Munch, who only saw the arrival of the birds and Abe begin chanting. *C’mon Abe! Hurry up! I need that can opener!* He thought.
Meanwhile, Abe was trying to focus the portal on the location of a can opener. It was proving to be much more difficult then he imagined. Finally, he had it.
With a humming sound, the portal opened. Munch didn’t notice how tired Abe looked, but instead raced to leap through the portal.
Abe saw Munch jump through and disappear. With a sigh, he followed, leaving the portal to close behind him.
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Somewhere, towards the center of Mudos....

Downtown was bustling with movement. Mudokon slaves moved through the crowds, buying items for their masters, sligs inspecting weapons on offer and lowly Glukkon Puds going about their business.
It was to the sounds of the street vendors calling out their wares and the babble of the crowds that Abe and Munch arrived. There, in a small off-shoot of an alleyway, hidden from view, a portal opened and the pair catapulted out. Abe recovered first and looked cautiously around the corner into the throng of beings.
“Uh oh.” He murmured, this was far from what he’d expected to find. They must be very far from home indeed.
“Abe, where are we?” Munch asked softly. There were so many Glukkons here, *Some of them are bound to need lung replacements.* He thought, it wasn’t a very comforting idea.
Abe looked around at the crowd, then pulled his head back into the alleyway before he was seen. *I’ve never seen so many people in my life!* He thought, *What am I going to do!*
“I think we’re in a city.” He told Munch.
“Abe! Do you know what these Glukkons will do when they see us!” Munch gulped, “We’ve got to get out of here!”
“But what about your can opener?” Abe asked.
Munch looked indecisive, “Do you have an idea?” He asked.
Abe smiled. Carefully, he peered around the corner again. A well-dressed Mudokon was approaching a nearby stall, followed closely by another Mudokon carrying a bag, this one appeared to be a slave. Abe waved an arm to get their attention, then withdrew into the ally. To his surprise the well-dressed Mud actually followed him, that had been the idea, but it seemed to be working!
The Mudokon seemed to ignore him, and spoke generally to the wall.
“Here’s the money. You’ll get the goods, right?” He murmured, then he motioned to the slave to drop the bag at Abe’s feet.
This was surprising to both Abe and Munch, obviously the Mudokon was expecting someone else. Abe decided to make things simpler by hefting a piece of scrap metal, and hitting the Mudokons over the heads.
“Now what?” Munch asked. Abe knelt down and removed the suit the Mudokon was wearing, leaving his loincloth.
“I’m gonna wear this so that no one notices me.” Abe answered. The collar of the suit could be bent upwards, so that his stitched lips were less noticeable.
“Wonderful.” Munch said sarcastically, “So they won’t notice you, but what about me, I can’t pass for a Mud!”
Abe motioned for the Gabbit to be quiet, lest they be found. Then he inspected the bag.
“Munch! Look at this!” Abe hissed. Munch hopped over to the Mud and looked down into the open bag. Inside were stacks of Moolah!
“Whats it all for?” Munch asked. Abe shrugged.
“I don’t know. But it could be useful.”
Then, before Munch could react, he reached down and swept the Gabbit into the bag.
“Hey!” Munch yelped, but Abe quickly zipped the bag almost shut, leaving enough room for Munch to breath.
“Shhhh. This way the Glukkons won’t see you.” He whispered. Then he strolled out into the busy crowd.
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Will Abe be able to find a can opener in the town? Will Munch be able to stay in the bag any longer?
What will happen to the Mudokons in the alleyway? Who knows?
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Last edited by Kesiah; 08-20-2002 at 06:20 PM..