Porkgasm 266 Share Posted September 12, 2019 A Half-Olog Brute would back and slash at the voidal creature as the battle rages around him. His brutish simple mind taking to the task with unbridled glee. He knew the creature had to fall. He knew his home was in danger. Flames and voidal magic cackled around him, and at his side, his oldest friend, and the first human to ever accept him without fear fought viciously. He cried out in rage as he was lifted high by the creatures tongue, offended that the creature would think him food. He was the eater, the eaten! He slashed his cleavers against the tongue, determined to free himself from it's grasp. Time slowed to a crawl as he thought back..thinking was never his strong suit. Simple flashes of memory. A man in a Curon uniform handing him a bucket of fish. Fighting off a demon attacking a village in the southern snows of Atlas. Making a Promise to a King Getting dunked in water by a God-Man. On and on his mind raced as his fury grew, his battle road heard through the city as allies desperately fought the creature with every ounce of their strength. He saw his home in flames, and he felt the first stirring of what his confused mind might know as fear, if he had the mind to grasp the concept. He looked down at the creatures black mask, and saw within it it's beating heart, laying protected and hidden. He only had once chance, and he knew he had to take it. Happyness as he patted a newborn princess on the head Saddness as he watched a friend take his own life in front of all he ever loved. Confusion as he fought in a siege, surrounded and outnumbered in a war he could never understand, only to come out victorious. The taste of delicious steak. He sliced through the creatures tongue, and he fell. He had a good life. This...this was a good death. A smarter man would probably come up with a more meaningful death cry as he went to meet his destiny. "Whee!" 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotEvilAtAll 9926 Share Posted September 13, 2019 Bonehead may now scare Daisy Applefoot in heaven... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blanchables 528 Share Posted September 13, 2019 As the dust settled over the ruined landscape and architecture of the city as the two creatures fell, Graham Milner would look around the destroyed bricks and buildings for a certain Half-Olog. “Milners?!” He’d shout outwards, not in any particular direction. “Bonehead! Bonehead!” He’d call out, his face reddening as tears would stream down, though covered by his helmeted face. The yelling would cease moments after, however, as a new threat began to emerge.... When all was said and done, and Mother lay defeated, Pierce would emerge from the crowd, sword in hand. He’d stand atop the broken fixtures, and give a victory cry. Within the next few days, a commemorative monument would be placed in honor of the fallen, the moniker of Boniface Bonehead shining brightly upon it. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vermy 1346 Share Posted September 14, 2019 damn I thought this was gonna be a you quitting lotc post... Glad to hear it’s just your character ? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RhythmrhymE 156 Share Posted September 15, 2019 I never knew he died, noooo Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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