by Knight Errant » Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:38 pm
High above the canopy of the jungle, the roar of a plane can be heard. Normally serving as a tour guide to rich dentists on Safari, this time it had quite a different goal. On it, Dashwood speaks into his collar mounted microphone audio journal.
"Dashwood. February Twelfth. After paying the Bushwhack pilot a modest sum and autographing the side of his plane, he has agreed to air drop me into the nearest clearing to the temple. This should give me a jump on the competition... but make my extraction more difficult. As the nearest landing zone is on a mesa a few miles away. But a strong opening is everything! And let it never be said that Herbert Dashwood was outplayed on an opening move!"
He then thanks his pilot, reminding him to rendevous at the mesa at the end of the day, or every noon afterwards. Then takes his paraglider... opening the door and jumping out into fresh air! His ride is smooth... giving him a good view of the area. And even letting him spot a couple of the jeeps as he smirks... swooping over them and beyond... eventually landing in a clearing by the temple entrance. He unhooks himself and sets out!
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.