Ral Ceunthay, newly cristened Monk, was not happy. If fact, he would have been in the middle of continueing the great tradition of people-who-where-not-happy, complaining loudly to himself, if it wasn't for the noise he heard. Needless to say, when you get sucked into your computer by a crazed balding hippie gnome, and left in the middle of a swamp, and you hear a noise, it's usually in your best intrest to shut up. Ral's mouth didn't really care about his best intrest, as it conitinued to complain, abit softly.
"Great." Ral mumbled, while heading *toward* the noise with a stealth he didn't remember haveing. "As if unmentionably smelling swamps, magic portals in my computer, and clothes-changeing, facist gnomes wheren't bad enough, I get to meet the smeggin locals."
After hideing in some conviently placed trees, Ral finaly noticed just who these locals were. Needless to say, four semi-heavily armed adventures conversing/plotting/complaining about the smell wasn't what he expected. The fact that they where a noble looking drow swordsman, a robed elf with a thing for rabbits, getting along no less, a Indiana Jones look alike, and a leather-clad warrior lady...princess...whatever. It was hard to be an equal-right guru when your stuck in the high fantasy lsd trip from hell. The voices in his head telling him to "present yourself Monk" didn't help.
"Screw it." he said sagely, as he walked over to the small group, shouting in what he hoped was a friendly, or at least pitiful, tone of voice. "Hey! Excuse me?! Any of you know where I can get a decent road map?"
