The wind blew fiercly across the icy slopes. The three adventures panted hard from their long treck up the hill. The looked out onto the icy landscpe. The view was magnificent The hill below them was covered in soft white virgin powder. Trees and rocky outcropping decorated the hill. A sign off to the side said "Vesheean's Peek" and had two black diamonds underneath.
Bakin look down fearfully, and then glanced at his two companions. "You sure this is the biginners slope Lythe?"
The rogue lifted her goggles, sighing softly. Her breath making a white puf into the brisk air. "Yes Bakin. It is. That's what the two black diamonds mean. 'Easiest'" Minz giggled. Plopping down on his butt and stappin a single broad board to his feet.
"HEY NOW! What's he doing." Bakin asked. "And yur standing the wrong way boy! I thought I was in trouble but your lost!"
The young rogue just rolled his eyes at the stubby skier. "I'm snowboarding Bakin! Its like skiing." Lythe snapped her boots into her skis. "Come on Bakin, Like this." She snapped her second boot in in an exagerated manner. The cleric eyed her carfully.
"Yeaa yeae. I remember." He lifted a heavy boot holding fast to hhis poles. Minz popped up next to him. Hopping toward the edge. His two feet firmly locked into a sinle board. The motion startled Bakin, and he fell unceremoneously to the snow. "Watch it pipsqeak. I'll mush you once we get to the bottom!!"
Minz pulled on his sunglasses and sneered, "Gotta catch me first!!!"
"Minz!! Be nice to Bakin."
Minz hopped over, "Here, like this." Minz dropped to his knees and guided Bakin's foot into the binding.
"oohh Man!" Bakin muttered.
Standing up, Minz enthusiastically slapped bakin on the back. "There ya go!!" But the slap sent Bakin sliding forward, hurtling him over the edge.
Lythe eyes virtually popped out of their sockets. "MMINNNZZ!!!"
They launched themselves over the edge. Lythe tucking herself into a tight racing stance, and Minz bending low, balancing sidways across the board. The wind slasked across their faces. Bakin was about 50 feet infront of them. Traveling at breakneck speed, whilring his arms about in fear. His screams of terror as easily discerned as his horned helmet. Lythe shouted, but to no avail. Shooting Minz an angry glance.
Bakin carreened down the hill, heading toward a 30 foot drop. Flying off it with a slow motion kind of grace that has painfull landing written all over it!
In a split second, he was in the air. Following Bakin over the cliff. Minz arched backwards grabbing the tail of his board, palyfully. From his height, he saw Bakin land.
Amazingly he stayed up!!! Gaining more and more speed. "Damned low center of gravity!!" he muttered as Lythe fire out of a shute below him. Hot on the Dwarfs tale.
Minz landed with a poof, tumbling head over heal, but managing to dig an edge in the soft snow, sending him bolt upright and down the hill again. Ahead of him Lythe hit a bump, catching some nice air. But she came down wrong, and a ski popped off. Sending her tumbling. Minz wizzed past her, spraying a little snow on his already snow covered mentor as he did.
Ahead of them was a glade of trees. "NOOOO!" he shouted. But the dwarf was completely oblivios. His stubby arms flailed and the high pitched screams (high for a dwarf at least) echoed throughout the empty hill.
He entered the woods, retaining as much speed as he dared.
Trees wizzed about him. Forcing him to duck and dodge endlessly. Bakin's screams, though horse by now, guided him. Minz burst out of the trees. And there he was about 20 feet away now. "How the Brell did he make it!!!??" But he seemed more calm now. Arms no longer flailed as much. And the screams seem less desparate. His hat was missing though??
The bottom of the hill and the lodge loomed large. Minz swore he actually saw Bakin turn toward it!! Minz poored on the speed, pumping hard, trying to gain momentum. They were at the bottom. And Baking hadn't slowed a lick. Unsuspecting people milled about.
A woman kerked her child out of the way!
The father cursed the Dwarf
and then Minz as he wizzed by close behind.
This was it. He was gonna hit the lodge. Minz dugg in hard on his backside edge. Spaying snow everywhere. His butt planting itself on the cold ground.
Minz looked up. The door to the lodge was knockked off its hinges. Ski tracks led inside. Minz kiccked of his board and dashed inside. The tracks went strait through the lobby. Minz followed the marks and saw Bakin . . .
A beer in his hand. . .
Holing tiht to the brass rail. His skis still attached to his feet, shot strait through the wooden bar.
"BAKIN!!!!" he yelled.
"MINZ!!! THAT WAS AWSOME!! AND I'M GONNA KILL YOU - AFTER I FINISH THIS BEER."
An hour, and about 20 or 25 beers later, Lythe came in. Icy tears frozen to her face. A crumpled dented horned helmet in her hands. She dropped it with a loud clang as she saw her, clearly drunk friends, safe and sound at the bar!
"YOU BASTARDS!!!" she yelled. "I'VE BEEN FREEZING MY ASS OFF. THINKING YOU'RE DEAD" she poked Bakin in the chest, "AND PLOTTING YOUR DEATH," she poked Minz in the chest. "AND YOU'VE BEEN HERE!!!!!????"
"Barskeep!" Minz slurred. "Thisth lady needtha drink!"
Husband to Orrianna
Mercinary Jester for hire
"ORRI!! You mean I have to give back his wallet AND his money???!"