0rkie's Journal 30 September 1971
After expending every effort to sneak our party through the lands
of the Dalle & Arrogante, I was at my wits' end as to how to attain
reaching the temple.
All of a sudden I saw, rising from the desert, a small oasis
which formed a narrow wedge between the territories of the two
combatants. This was the oasis of Vall and there in its' midst
was the yawning opening of a natural tunnel, (a hole in the vall,
so to say).
I turned to lead my party through this windfall only to find
that, led by Leaper Cohn, (having smelled the mushrooms & having
snapped out of his comatose state), they were already halfway
through so I darted after them.
Toward the tunnels' end I joined our group, gaily beating down
poor Leaper who was pawing at the sand like a ruddy beagle in an
effort to get to the temple first. It became necessary to break
out nine quarts of our medicinal mescal & pour it down his throat
to calm down the blighter. As the last bottle drained, Leaper now
resembled little more than a wet spot in the sand and there we left
him & turned toward the sun to see our goal.
In awe, we slowly trudged through the last few yards of sand
toward the ancient Pertian Temple of Ephemera. My excitement now
overcame me & I began to run ahead of the others and ----
(At this point, Orkie dropped his journal in the sand and I,
Akimbo, picked it up in order to not miss any pertinent descrip-
tions. The damn fool is running on his hands and knees now &
from the rear he looks like, -- well -- a damned ass -- but then
so he does from any angle. I'1l cover the journal entry when we
reach the temple but for now I'd best catch up with old Jerk-O
before he gets lost).