Lustria Stories

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Shick.. POW!!! Vizzario barely heard a shot ring out and felt the reptile lurch back away from him. Scaly flesh and blood covered his face in an instant as he can saw the rider spring off the falling creature...</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id219.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 2"><U>2. The tropical heat had just started to build as Luigi came on deck for his morning stroll. Fortunately for him, he had found his sea legs over the months of voyaging, and could actually walk about now, rather than merely hang from the rail disposing of the previous evening's dinner. He shielded his eyes and peered across the ship to the fore deck, where his comrade-in-arms, Juan Cornetto, sat pouring over his oilskin pack of maps and notes..."</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id220.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 3"><U>3. </U></A><A HREF="id220.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 3"><U>For thousands of years the races that were left behind by the old ones have sought its splendor. And died for it. The lure of gold has such an effect on the mind that brothers come to grips over possession of a mere handful. From the time the first dwarven forges deep within the karags were built the greed for gold has been the reason for many battles. Never has the pursuit of this element been as great as it is now...</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id221.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 4"><U>4. </U></A><A HREF="id221.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 4"><U>"But sir, we're having so many problems training with these pikes here in the jungle. It is hard for us to maintain our balance among the rocks and moss." Antonio exasperated to his captain. The men had been training in Lustria for only two weeks but to them it seemed an eternal nightmare in a Sartosan prison...</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id222.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 5"><U>5. </U></A><A HREF="id222.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 5"><U>Qocbotl, the young skink shaman walked slowly up the stairs of the Great Pyramid of the Slann Lord. Today had been full feasts and ceremonies, because this was promotion day. The day when he would become a full fledged Shaman. His spawn-brothers would become skink warriors, engineers, and leaders...</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id223.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 6"><U>6. "</U></A><A HREF="id223.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 6"><U>Are we lost, Captain Juan?" Said Paublo, his head marksmen. Lost Again? Of course! Thought newly appointed Captain Juan Cornetto. It seems like every time I travel the Lustrian Coast, the distinguishing</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id223.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 6"><U>landmarks disappear. Rivers change their courses, Giant trees fall, and strange rocky outcroppings are moved by waves. Oh for the gentle coasts of Tilea! He wistfully thought. "No. We are not lost, we are closer than ever</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id223.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 6"><U>to the fabled pond of eternal youth!"</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id225.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 7"><U>7. </U></A><A HREF="id225.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 7"><U>Lord Menarion stood on the beach, staring intently at the jungle into which the humans had foolishly ventured only days before. A contingent of his Seaguard approached from behind, half dragging a manacled and blubbering sailor, who dropped to his knees in the sand. He turned, a look of boredom mingled with annoyance on his fine features, and let a small sigh escape his lips.  Menarion wondered quietly, "Why is it the humans must always be shouting?"</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id226.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 8"><U>8. </U></A><A HREF="id226.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 8"><U>A chapter in the exploits of a young Tilean explorer named Juan Cornetto. Our first installment finds the lad in a bit of a bind. Having been separated from his warband he's being slowly hunted by a ravenous pack of hungry undead.</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id227.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 9"><U>9. </U></A><A HREF="id227.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 9"><U>For three days Phillipe and his companions had waited by the beach to meet with traders. Phillipe was growing tired of waiting. "Hey! Go get us some wood for tonight!" Phillipe said to Marco.</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id227.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 9"><U>"Can't we just wait for driftwood? It is too hot to work today." Said the downhearted Marco. </U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id228.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 10"><U>10. </U></A><A HREF="id228.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 10"><U>Laughter was rare in the Lustrian Jungle, but Juan laughed all the same. The Captain obviously had no idea what he was doing. Since Juan and Luigi had finally scouted out the location of the Lizardman ruins, the Captain had been both reckless and ineffective. "Captain, you can't seriously be thinking of staying here for a week just to excavate the Lizardman tunnels…"</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id229.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 11"><U>11. </U></A><A HREF="id229.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Story 11"><U>As he sat between the roots of the great jungle tree, sweat pouring off him in sheets, Juan Cornetto cursed Old Man Kaddamia for what seemed like the hundredth time since the ship had made landfall a week ago.Ginger's father must have known there was no gold, known that this was a fool's errand. He had obviously conspired with his friend, Captain Albanese, to keep Juan marching senselessly through this green hell for the rest of his natural life.</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>