The Pebble's Challenge

[colovian fur 8360]

 An open letter is sent out around Vandoria, a personal letter being sent to the Qalasheen fort, within the hands of Ashruf Kaneen.

 

 

"My name is Adil, certified Vander and bonafied Qali, kind of a big deal around the Hallowvale area. I'm on a vacation right now, a long Three Kharadeen Month vacation in the seas. You wonder how I heard of your 'Enchilada of Vandoria', Mister  Kaneen? My good friend, Lexa Green, she sent me a crumpled up letter of your Enchilada business. I don't want to alarm you, but when I get back from this vacation: You're donezo kid. I, Adil, Former Champion of Hallowvale,  summon an army of millions of Vande screamers to take back the keep to the true heir: The Champion of Hallowvale. Let me get you an old clip from the Hallowvale Guide Book, what it meant to be the Champion of Vandoria:

 

 

Thats right, you're looking at the heir of Hallowvale and the current Vandalore, I'm no Pretender, that is straight from the original text written by Nafis Yar. And Upon this day of _________, I'm coming back and I challenge you to a Ferrum Cage Match, right in the wrestling ring of Ard Ghorrock. We'll settle it right there, leave your explosives at home Qalasheen, because then and there a true Vander is going to take back what is his: Ard Ghorrock. I saw at least sixty Vanders die building that keep, and I'm defiantly not letting it fall into the hands of some Qali who ran away because their city was crime ridden! (Hallowvale leaves and the crime rate goes up, who would have thought?)

 

Just you wait, rafiqi, Adil the Vandalore is on his way, whoever owns that keep come Three Kharadeen Months: In the words of Decimus "I fear no man no beast no evil brother, I'm going to leg drop you for all the little Decamaniacs to see!"

 

In the name of High Pontiff Pius the Second, Ser Edward Spivey, and Blessed Jack Rovin; Do you smell what the pebble is cooking?

 

You better believe it, Ashruf Kaneen, Neero Sar, Morvan of Orvar, Jaryd Brightwater, and Nikola Karlowicz, I'm coming for you like Nafis Yar came with the Qali Spring, and like I took Malik Kharadeens head! (Just give it Three Kharadeen Months!)"

 

 

Signed,

Adil :v) 

[ooooowee 559]

Dima 'The Prick' smirks as he watches Adil write the letter, crunching paint chips in his mouth.

[Jaigalar 541]

Rodney supports Adil

[GloriaPreussens 798]

Vandorian Ghost #9 supports

[Zhulik 3559]

Wandering in the woods, a creature of some shape could be seen on all fours devouring what appeared to be a mushroom. Whether it was poisonous, no one knows. With a sniff, it leaned upwards, looking to the sky with a bit of glee in its eyes; the time had come.

The creature slinked towards a stone structure in the distance, panting like some sort of ravenous cretin as it eyed a cave it once called home. Through the blistering cold, the creature continued its motion, leaving a trail of distinct footprints in the snow. 

In the morn, the people inside the structure would notice the gate doors having been torn through, as if something had punched its way through the very stone. 

Little Leopold with caution drew his sword, eyes widened as he approached a noise in the hay bales. "Oh gee..." he muttered, scared shitless to the point of not having any organs within him. "Oh golly!" he shouts, raising his longsword as he enters the stables from which the hay laid. He stopped, frozen as he gazed at this pale, vulgar looking creature


"OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE!" Leopold instinctively shouted, running away. The figure merely stood there, remembering his days as Vandalore. Ignoring the boy's ignorance, he moved inside as the gates had been removed by assailants.

As he walked, he saw a picture.

Beside it, another hung.


"Yess...." The figure hissed out, remembering the old days. "Yes...!"

With an almost magical transformation, the beasts hair because nice and trimmed, the skin becoming tanned with a glow and his clothing resembling that of his old militia. Decimus had returned.
 

*Que I am a Real Vandorian*
"TO ALL MY LITTLE DECIMANIACS OUT THERE, ALWAYS REMEMBER TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS, EAT YOUR PORK AND RESPECT YOUR MOTHERS AND YOU WILL NEVER GO WRONG. WHEN VANDORIA CRUMBLES, THE DECSTERS THERE WITH HIS FORTY INCH PYTHONS TO BRING FOLKS TO SAFETY, BROTHER, AND ALL THESE QALASHEEN-QALAWEENIES WILL FINALLY KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO FACE THE DECSTER IN THE RING"



"I'm coming for all these little jabronis!"

 

[Vege 4804]

harold rovin-winter the eighteenth smiles 

[Rudi 1747]

Nikolai applauds firmly in the background.

[tilly 5115]

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