Pronklezilch makes swift Exit, stage Left!!!

Before 'Chubbs' could form another existential thought regarding the physical materialization of mortal flesh within a spiritual NetherRealm of evil and malice (and some hash-laden mojo, if you know what I mean) the little bugger was tackled from behind by the lustful Dark elf- maiden Artizza!!!

They rolled, they shoved, they bit, they kicked (all normal foreplay for creatures living in the Dark side). Chubbs was at first shocked and surprised but that soon turned to... ahem, if you know what I mean.

Meanwhile the Dark Elf Fertal was busily skipping round a rather artful flaming tree spouting out poetry from the Fourth Age of Testoceles.

As to the wizard... once his brain could comprehend the fact that he had been attacked (a rather simple conculsion) and that he was in a SpiritRealm (a secondary conclusion) and that if he stayed there any longer only the gods and goddesses would know what might happen (and they weren't talking to this particular wizard after that incident with the mayonaise and the Goddess of Left Toes)... he spoke the magic word and was outta there like a banana fleeing the gorilla nation.

1. the two Dark Elves and the Demon decide that the flametree orchards were big enough for all to enjoy...
2. Chubbs and Artizza kick Fertal out of the Garden...
3. Fertal skips away to another red-leafed hillock, singing and reciting poetry...
4. a surwarg demon comes along with a bag full of weed (if you know what I mean) and they all have a great artesian smoke-out!

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