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Fall of the King [PK]


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I... I don't feel too good.

 

Elmer Puddlefoot, the kind and gentle frogman, paddled out to sea as fast as he could. Tears drifted away in the salty brine as he swims further and further from the pursuers. Father Circle boats, led by Talim, skimmed the waters of the south sea with spears in-hand. After being insulted and assaulted in the Vale, the kind-hearted wonk was rescued by his valiant guardian: the Battle Chef. Once swords were drawn, the crying frogman was dragged from Mavis Vuln'miruel's arms and beset on by Miven Caerme'onn's people. He was stabbed and soon fell into the river, swimming away as best he could. He would never see his friends again.

 

Mavis... friends! It was all the kindly wonk could think of in this moment. During his escape, he swam to the Mother Circle and attempted to flee to his pond in their lands. Soon after his arrival, Talim arrived and added another stab into the slippery gut of the wonk. With a pained scream, he continued to flee as best he could. Swim, Elmer... swim...

 

It was not all bad. He would soon see the nice, young lady who had given him his famous sun hat! Maybe even other friends. Philip, his husband, would have to come later. So would all of his children; Elmer was a father of many. "Frog legs!" the druids and white-elf lady had shouted. Elmer was enraged by their claims to eat him, and he made his anger known. It was then that they attacked. Battle Chef came to his aid, but that was what led to his impending doom.

 

Elmer's paddling begins to slow. A lot of blood was trailing behind the wonk, and he could not bring himself to anoth-


SHLINK.

 

Talim's spear pierced the frogman one final time. He gasped... and began sinking. The wonk's eyes go wide as he sinks low... low... into the depths of the sea. "... Mavis?" Then, the wonk was no more.

 


 

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Hey, folks! Elmer has been a fun character of mine for the past few years. He was getting older and closer to the age of "death" for wonks. It was not the death I imagined for him, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

 

I want to genuinely thank all of those involved with this PK. It was really fun roleplay and a fun, tragic end for such a carefree character. Thank you for letting my little frogman get a little more fun in before... fading away. Goodnight, folks!

 

 

 

The Death of Elmer Puddlefoot

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A chef dragged along a body, pulling a man he killed towards the Vale. Dumping the body on the bridge, he screamed towards the men, women, and druii of the Vale. It was his curse that he would put on them. For killing the man who he had grown so fond of, and the friend which he now mourned. "LISTEN YOU DRUII! TODAY YOU HAVE LOST ONE SOLDIER, AND I HAVE LOST A KING! TODAY I CURSE YOU ALL! WHEN YOU TELL YOUR CHILDREN STORIES OF HOW YOU SLAUGHTERED THE FROG KING, I SHALL WAIT IN THE SHADOWS! WHEN YOU EAT YOUR MEALS AROUND YOUR DAMN FIRE PITS, I WILL CREEP BEHIND YOU! AND WHEN YOU OVERTHROW THE BALANCE OF NATURE THAT YOU SO DESIRE, YET KILL PEOPLE WHO ARE KIND AT WILL, I WILL IMPALE YOU LIKE A KEBAB! FOR KINDNESS WAS ELMER'S TRAIT, AND MINE IS SPITE!

That day, as he trudged back from battle, his sword dragging behind him, tears fell from his helmet. Ripping it off and showing his burned, scarred face to the skies, the man wept. For he knows he and his friend shall be separated, as his actions will never be of kindness to the Vale now, only revenge and spite.



 

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(( Well this was fun! I think?

 

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A fallen Druid is disgusted by the liars who call themselves Druids

 

A creature hears of his friend's death, saddened greatly by the bastards of the Vale! They claim to be Druids, they Claim to care for nature yet they do this. This is why the druids are liars and their claims of the Aspects are nothing but lies to support their abuse of the world "And so we Crusade." That creature would say.

 

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Call yourself an RP community and all you can do is Pvp the wonk who went for RP- what is the point of your entire place.

 

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“No..”

 

Tears fell down the cheeks behind a similarly painted mask, then followed my a wild, angered scream. Her body shook in agony and rage, barely able to contain the emotion she felt at what she heard.

 

“****…I’m so sorry, my dearest friend…I-I..I’m so sorry Elmer..”

 

The exile then ran off to find the body. She’d be sure her friend, last of the wonks, would receive a proper burial.

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Elmer's Jester would sit in the ruins of Aluria, close to the Vale. Her face was held in her hands. The little Jester had never felt pain this great...

Anger this large...

 

But... the jester was too sad to fight back. Instead, the poor jester would weep, and weep. Just a few seconds ago, they were all laughing together, letting Elmer travel the world with his friends. Friends! But some people betrayed the poor wonk.

 

And thus, this jester would never laugh again. 

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Mavis sniffled as she was escorted out of the vale, for being friends with the wonk man out of all things.  “He was a strange little creature, very slippery,” Mavis said to herself, “but a friend of mar’haelun’s is a friend of mine. His antics will be missed.” 

 

As Mavis arrives home, she tells her grandmother Sonna about all that took place. How Elmer had seen Mavis and thought that they had looked alike, and how Elmer made Mavis hold his hand as he approached the gates of the Vale. How strange that a little frog creature would cause all this trouble. Though from the way the frog had spoken about her grandmother, she knew that he must have been important to her. So Mavis told the story nonetheless.

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Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince and once Gladewynnite wonk slave driver raises a brow. "The hell're they doing over there?" He asked to his wife, whom only responded with a shrug, which he mirrored.

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Krokah, the Zevn of greatest obedience; had a more competent person read to it - a missive so vile. Telling news of a kin of its own, a creature just as itself.. It began to stomp around in some violent brigade for the death of the Wonk King to people as horrid as Nevaehlen. There it spake, "KILL! KILL! ELMER AVENGE! ELMER AVENGE! DIE CIRCLE! DIE DIE!" So she carried on to the grotto of liars and fiends with crumpled talons and porky breaths of anger.

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An attuned Druid scowls 'pon hearing the news, their faith in their own dwindling further after yet another humiliation to her faith. "Absolutely sickening," She hissed.


 

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An angry 'Fenn twirled a fork in between skilled fingers. Then a sharp turn and careful throw. The silver stuck into a distant tree trunk, handle buried in the wooden surface. "Trying to gut me, for carrying a frog out of a gate...The chef shall die...All chefs will die..." And so, the fate of any chef that crossed the woman's path was sealed. Death would meet them, at hands of ice. Elmer and his fools, bringing the end to great cuisine across Almaris.

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"Well there goes the last wonk"

 

The grey man pauses for a moment, before shrugging and researching the possibility of frog based alcohols

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"What the actual ****? Why the ****? That's so fucked!" The Phoenix Druid just looked confused, she sat for a moment and poured out a bottle of wine for the Frog Man who's village she once pranked "I liked your music little guy"

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A Dark Haired Adunian offered a disgusted scoff, smoke curling up from his nostrils as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. "Merde," he sighed as news of the slaughter of an innocent creature reached his ears. "Looks like we gon' have some fun, neh?" The man threw his cigarette to the ground, grinding his boot into the smoldering tobacco, a cracking a wry grimace. 

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An ashen pentacle was laid out to remember such a wonk, candles lit at every point, though surely such occult arts had other intentions behind them than just remembering the fallen. Shackled beasts pulled at their chains and mischievous laughter filled the ears of all those near… flames burned, not bright or hot, but rather churned and licked at opportunity.

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Aether shakes her head, a melancholy expression in her face. "Aren't the father circle meant to protect nature? What good is making a species extinct... First the rumours of smog-machines pouring out.. now this?"

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