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TIC:
SHHHHH!HAIRY MEG MUCKLEBONES rises out of the bog, huge and hideous. The
water hag is half corpse, half serpant. She seizes Tic and
disappears beneath the foul surface. The goblin's final CRY trembles
Blix, Pox, and Blunder are terrified. They scramble over the twisted
root in a wild panic, leaping onto a floating log.
BLUNDER:
Run. . . . ! Panic. . . . ! Emergency. . . . ?The log rolls beneath their frantic feet. They barely keep their
balance.
POX:
Frog spit!BLUNDER:
Snail Sperm!BLIX:
All together. . . .now or never!The goblin co-ordinate like tiny lumberjacks, running in unison. The
rolling log drifts forward.
POX:
J-j-jolly good! Team spirit and all that!The log runs against the island and the goblins hop ashore.
An enormous blasted tree crowns the ruins of a forgotten castle.
Tangled roots grip the anicient stones like the tenacles of a
malformed sea monster. An atmosphere of eternal evil hovers over the
site.
The goblins stare back across the bog.
BLUNDER:
Poor Tic. . . .BLIX(growling with anger): Forget Tic! Less is always more.
POX:
Better we spilt three ways than four!Blix hurries up the crumbling steps. Pox and Blunder follow.
The steps lead under gigantic twisting roots. Blix finds a small
opening and slips inside.
Pox and Blunder like this less and less but follow their leader
without complaint.
The three goblins tumble down a steep slope. The giant tree is a
vast hollow stump, open to a moonlit sky, surrounding a smaller tree
transfixed by a curved bronze horn, an instrument of unspeakable
evil.
Pox and Blunder stare up like open-mouthed tourists. Blix is
impatient.
BLIX:
Boost me. . . . ! Hurry. . . . ! We must sound the summonsbefore the dawn. . . .
The three goblins form a teetering ladder with Blix wobbling at the
top and Blunder crushed at the bottom.
Blix blows into the horn with all his might. Nothing happens.
Suddenly, he breaks wind!
Pox and Blunder grimace.
Blix blows again into the horn.
There is no sound. Dead leaves and dust puff out of the bell,
followed by three SQUEALING bats.
The supporting goblins wobble. Pox steps on Blunder's head.
Blix blows a third time into the great horn.
The unholy SOUND reverbarates like the wailing of all the doomed
souls in Purgatiory.
10 EXTERIOR FOREST(VARIOUS ANGLES) NIGHT
As the evil SOUND moans, the forest creatures react with terror.
Squirrels, rabbits, and mice dart fearfully for cover. Birds flock
to their nests. Only the night creatures, the wolves, weasels, and
owls perk up thier ears to listen.
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