And tonights special guest is . . . DROOL ROCKWORM

[hue of fuzzpaws]

[Coercri]

Somehow I always imagined him a bit more menacing

[thefirst]

Somehow I always imagined him a bit more menacing

True, but that is pretty funny

[hue of fuzzpaws]

This is how Drool started out.

[stonemaybe]

where's his drumsticks?

[Blackhawk]

there is a picture of a kitten that looks like drool rockworm in the album.

[Rocksister]

Anyone else think Drool would be a good name for a dog? Like a Bloodguard, I mean a Bloodhound? Vain Deisel? Drool Barrymore? Elena Trump? (I think that's the same as Foul-Wife. Oops) Just name-playing here. I still like the dog idea. You wouldn't even have to explain the meaning to anyone......... Dang, two more years to kill......

[aTOMiC]

For some unknown reason this thread inspired me to write the following.

(Copyright disclaimer. Excerpt written for amusement only by Thomas Cummins, based on characters and environments created by Stephen R. Donaldson)

Drool Rockworm worked his way through his throne room beneath Mount Thunder with a wide smile on his misshapen face. His glowing, laval eyes darted from place to place as he took delight in what he beheld.
Drool was covered from head to toe in blood.
The room was filled with the remains of hundreds of Cavewights, their bodies so mutilated and shattered that it was impossible to decipher one individual from another. Mounds of rotting flesh piled against the walls with cracked and jagged bones protruding into the air at odd angles. Once Drool gained his throne he swirled around in a flourish making a gesture as if he were wearing a cape. Then he slowly scanned the entirety of the chamber and finally seated himself. The Staff of Law he clutched to his chest with his wide, spatulate hands as if he feared that someone would suddenly dart out from the shadows and snatch it from his grip.
“I have been taught another lesson!” Drool suddenly shouted into the air.
“I need another!” Drool’s voice echoed oddly off the towering stone walls carrying his request to unseen ears.
A moment later three Cavewights noisily entered the chamber from a large open doorway at the far end of the room. Two of the creatures carried a third between them. The captive, wide eyed at the carnage before him, struggled mightily to escape but his captors easily mastered him.
“Bind him!” Drool bellowed. He quickly stood and took several steps forward, his face alight with a bloodthirsty eagerness he could barely contain.
The two guards wrestled the captive to a nearby wall that had iron shackles bolted to the stone. Once the hapless Cavewight was secured, the guards hastily exited without a word.
Lord Drool slowly advanced on his subject. The creature was paralyzed with fear, its eyes filled with terror. Drool slowly made his way across the room oblivious to everything except what he meant to do. Drool had learned much from the Despiser. Lord Foul had revealed many uses for Drool’s staff but his new lesson filled the Master Cavewight with anticipation.
“Please good and kind Lord. I am your…humble servant. I will do your bidding. Ask anything of me…but please do not hurt.” The captive Cavewight groveled pitifully.
Drool showed no sign that he had heard and continued moving deliberately forward until he drew to within a few feet of his captive and halted. Without a word Drool closed his eyes and extended his staff before him until it touched the center of the creature’s chest. Instantly there was a flash of power the hue of emerald. The creature screamed in absolute agony, flailing against his bonds with abandon. He shuddered violently as waves of pain thundered through his body without mercy.
The sound made Drool smile.
Then the creature suddenly fell silent as if his throat had been crushed. He gurgled softly as his body continued to shudder in pain but he was no longer able to speak. Enveloped in an aura of glowing energy, the creature slowly began to change. His skin hardened and flaked off by the handful. Soon he was unable to move at all, frozen into place as he was held in the grip of Drool’s power. Then finally the creature’s body began to collapse upon itself. It’s flesh became desiccated as if the moisture it contained was quickly being drawn away. The arms and legs suddenly fell away allowing the creature’s torso to fall, crumpled to the ground as a dark, brown husk.
“It was to be a tree! You said I could make trees!” Drool shouted in anger.
“I did as you said. I worked the magic…but this is not a tree.”
Drool stamped at the ground, hopping from foot to foot in frustration but then something caught his eye. He stopped and slowing crept toward the brown lump that was all that was left of the Cavewight. There, sticking out of the side of the remains of its head was a tiny branch with a single green leaf. Drool leapt into the air and crowed with elation.
“Lord Drool is master! See? I have worked the magic; I am greater than puny Lords. Teach me more, Despiser. Teach me everything!”

[Blackhawk]

I love it, after all Drool wasnt a true hater of trees and the lords Lore as the Ravers were, he just wanted power to make him feel important....excellent, I wish there was more

got any others?

I always wondered why the staff was killing Drool.., he wasnt a creation like the Urviles and Waynhim, at least not that i can recall...doesnt really ever say where the Cavewights came from.

[aTOMiC]

I love it, after all Drool wasnt a true hater of trees and the lords Lore as the Ravers were, he just wanted power to make him feel important....excellent, I wish there was more

got any others?

I always wondered why the staff was killing Drool.., he wasnt a creation like the Urviles and Waynhim, at least not that i can recall...doesnt really ever say where the Cavewights came from.

Thanks BH. Sorry, that's all I've got for the moment. Just a scene popped into my head and had a few minutes to whip it out.

I'm guessing Drool's reckless misuse of the Staff was what was killing him. Drool was Foul's surrogate. It cost Foul nothing but the price for Drool was devastating even if the Lord's hadn't intervened and recovered the staff Drool was probably doomed.

[deer of the dawn]

Anyone else think Drool would be a good name for a dog? Like a Bloodguard, I mean a Bloodhound? Vain Deisel? Drool Barrymore? Elena Trump? (I think that's the same as Foul-Wife. Oops) Just name-playing here. I still like the dog idea. You wouldn't even have to explain the meaning to anyone.........

Dang, two more years to kill......

I know, why can't SRD just churn out crap like every other novelist? Where is his work ethic?? What does the guy think he is, Tolkien?

[ninjaboy]

I don't care if SD thinks he's the next Tolkien, I just hope he doesn't turn out to be the next Frank Herbert. There's a thought - does SD have any kids?

[Rocksister]

Touche', Deer, touche' indeed. And ouch............. Thanks for putting me in my place. Anyone got any hurtloam?

[hue of fuzzpaws]

My attempt at a cavewight