The Pig Gathering

[Mephistophelian 977]

 

Gatherings have occured all over the realm. Pumpkins...dark creatures...more pumpkins..

and now the Party Pigs...

 

The Party Pigs...and the Party Pig Riders;

Champions of the first Era, whatever that is,

Leaders of the Green,

Keepers of the Pigs.

Their names shall go down in history:

 

Eath'lur The Green Orc

The Mysterious Pig Riding Traveler

Absulon The Smoke Swisher

Lorien The Ice Bong Master

Destiny called, and they gathered. They cried for power. They performed the ancient ritual of the greenness.

And so the power was granted. The power of the stick, carrot...and, more importantly...the power over the pig; saddled and mighty.

 

 

And so they traveled....to a location not yet planned. The road they took was lonel- who are we kidding....this road has had more people on it than a successful prostitute.

 

 

 

Absulon The Smoke Swisher travels on his mighty steed, head bowed in deep thought as to whether or not he left the oven on. Do not worry, Absulon...it was switched off.

 

We now move, with the magic of narration, to the next happening, not a moment having passed for us.

 

 

Lorien The Ice Bong Master contemplates the meaning of life, along with Absulon The Smoke Swisher ​whilst they observe the baby pig their horny steeds had created, the excitement of journey proving too much for them to contain.

 

 

His journey ended at the Halfling land, where his mighty steed could no longer take the weight. The same had happened to the other mighty riders, but sorrow was not in their hearts as they cried! NO! They cried of joy, the many seconds, minutes and moments they spent with their great steeds flashing before their eyes in pure ecstasy. This was a time to celebrate the lives of their cavalry, not to mourn it! And so they lit fireworks!

 

 

And this was followed by hugs!

 

 

A halfling watches, nervous. The mighty power of the three riders temps his arms into hugging position...but can he resist?

 

 

The powers of the riders is too strong, and the halfling joins in with several others.

 

 

And even more arrive...the Knights of the Pigly order embrace them all, so powerful and forgiving they are...forgiving of what, you ask? Bacon. Bacon is the answer.

 

 

It is with this that I leave you, humble reader. I hope you have learnt much from my words of menial wisdom. Remember, Bacon, and Pig Knights and stuff. May the Green Lord of 

 

Ever the mighty Sky God 

 

bless you on your journey, too.

Bacon.

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[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath approves this.

[Parkins 550]

Reporting Absulon for lollygagging.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

((Jk, this is great I had a chuckle.))

[IcyJazzy 6]

Piggies!~

[Porko 397]

As long as you didn't eat me.

[Guest]

Accurately adheres to my fan-fictions. 

[Gunner 775]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.