[color=00a651][center][h1]SIR SPUD[/h1][/center][/color]

The laybrinth of the Yak-Yak was a twisted maze of icy cliffs and frozen death traps. Standing at the entrance of this horrifying place, one could not help but feel like their legs grew roots from fear. In the case of monster/farmer/potao morphs, this was a legitimate issue they had to deal with. Spud sat down in the snow, his leg stool rooted to the ground, and used his pitchfork as a makeshift crowbar to pry his boots off the frozen dirt. It wasn't an easy job, as his tender roots instantly froze to the ice, and he had to put all his force into freeing his legs. He waved for the rest of the party so they won't forget him. [color=00a651]"Go on then! The beast be in there sumwhere. Leave me and me good 'ol fork to free meself, and I be with you in a heartbeat."[/color]

The opening to the maze was several times larger than Spud imagined, and he only realised that the actual entrance was way further away when he finally catchged up to the rest of the party after a 15 minutes trekking on the snow and ice. But this time he was 99.9% sure that it was the entrance of the actual labyrinth, and he made sure to let the rest of the party know his expert opinion. [color=00a651]"Well butter my ass and call me peanut, I betcha dis is the cave of da beast."[/color] He used his empty hand to scratch his chin and nodded a few times with a serious expression. Now it was time to finally face the beast, and stop the ol girl from eating half the annual crop production. Spud readied his pitchfork, grabbing the handle with both hands and getting a good grip on the creaking wooden handle. Despite the rust and indents on the weapon, it still shined in the bright light reflected by all the ice around them. Without much else to ready or care about, Spud pushed into the maze along with the others, his fork pointed forward like the weapon of the legionaries.