WENT DOWN A HILL

[Masouri 2735]

 

WENT DOWN A HILL

“Why’s he running?” -Kazmir to Vargys

 

 

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Long removed had the legendary captain Banjo been from his fighting days, enjoying fine wine and finer women. Content with his life after swearing off politics, Banjo spent his time in the defunct lands of Aaun until a young upstart named Captain Vargys and his lieutenant Kazmur convinced the captain to join arms with them for old times' sake. It was a band of thirteen good soldiers set to fight as friends as he once had done. The group marched towards Lemon Hill where some fun could be had; he had heard after all many sheep could be found following the Pontiff’s will.

 

By coincidence, it seemed that the Tar Anorhil was amongst these sheep, there to do the bidding of his often-absent master at Lemon Hill. One could only guess what he was there for; to write his missives, conduct his meetings, wipe his mouth from nonsensical babblings, who is to say? Whatever it was, the Tar seemed so intent that he was caught with his pants down as he wrote down every instruction from his master. So intent was he in his works that he continued late into the night whilst his master, Fleeper-somethingicus, mysteriously vanished for a vision that surely announced that Banjo had come out of retirement.

 

Tar Anorhil moved quickly. He jumped from Lemon Hill, he barrelled headfirst after slipping upon a lemon peel alongside his knightly companion. Oh, how he fled! He cracked his head on the way down, almost escaping from how far he fled! A well-placed arrow caught him in the back as he was captured.

 

The old captain laughed at the wicked writer of the Pontiff, for he knew that his day had come. 

 

Anorhil went up Lemon Hill to fetch his master’s bidding.

Anorhil fell down and broke his crown,

And caught Fleeperus quitting.

 

Anorhil got up, and home did trot

As fast as he could caper, 

yet caught by the mob and out of a job,

His ‘Pontiff's presence a vapour. 

 

 

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A letter was pinned at the bottom of the missive.

 

To the Realms of Aevos,

 

It took one raid to capture one of you and I will not stop here. Further bloodshed comes to the high and mighty and those who run from it. 

 

 

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Signed,

 

[LobsterLarry 1514]

Vargys chuckles as he wears the bloodied helmet of the King of Numendil, counting his coins and playing his flute

[RLNGO 379]

Kezmur turns to Vargyz within the Vinovian hideout. He says "The vale contracts us, a day later, the see is sacked. Makes you think!". He then laughs and cleans the kings blood of his sword.

[Pancho 4197]

Marshal Cerrick winked to his old friend Banjo as they dined after the days events. Handing the Captain a key, the ‘ame raised a glass of wine in a toast. 

“To what we’ve won.”

[Minepro897 8]

Glory to the Vinovian Company and all its contractors!

[framalam 837]

The Hyperborean sits on the COLD SLATE of the Lurakgoi's throne. Three taps dot his temples, over, and over, and over.
"SKAH."

He murmurs.
 

[Nooblius 7965]

An adunian awoke from a daze in the middle of the Kingswood, soaked with river water and his belongings gone. He had indeed lost a surprise fight (though he would never admit it), but at least the people's king Anorhil had a kingdom to return to. 

[MailC3p 2405]

Thillin Mathi'nil, A fortunate Wood Elf who had been been picked up off the side of the road by his good friend. He had witness to the activites of today; and while his blade be clean, a smile does form his face. 

[vamphxrts 24]

Illyana would take a dab of her cigar in honor of the great Vinovian victory today.

[sam33497 7356]

11 minutes ago, Nooblius said:

An adunian awoke from a daze in the middle of the Kingswood, soaked with river water and his belongings gone. He had indeed lost a surprise fight (though he would never admit it), but at least the people's king Anorhil had a kingdom to return to. 

 

An errant warrior, Silwyn Cerusil, had heard the town-bell of Grense and of the plight of the Holy See. An army had assaulted the Church, captured Fleeperus and Anorhil. He knew both to be men of great wisdom, and remembered a debt he owed, and thus he joined the party to rescue them.

 

By the time the army was prepared, it seemed that the supposed invaders had vanished into thin-air, and the next day, Anorhil was found with his people. To Silwyn Cerusil, it was as if the events mentioned had not happened at all. He likened that day to a dream, or some mass-hysteria of the churchmen.

[Sinkturtle100 9]

Glory to the Great Vinovians

[Junoix 2301]

The exhausted Matriarch took a nap on her desk after a long night in Numendil attempting peace, grunting when her daughter woke her up to hand her a missive. At first, Sonna merely skimmed it, preparing to add to the collection ... but then she read it again, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

"... What?!"

@Phersades

[Phersades 1710]

5 minutes ago, Juno. said:

The exhausted Matriarch took a nap on her desk after a long night in Numendil attempting peace, grunting when her daughter woke her up to hand her a missive. At first, Sonna merely skimmed it, preparing to add to the collection ... but then she read it again, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

"... What?!"

@Phersades

 Vayan's response to her mother's shock was sweet and simple, perhaps he was still on her mind from recent discussions. "On God." 

[Cheeseycereal 829]

A blonde Mali' sat at her wooden table, skimming through the missive. Her nose scrunched up, not in disgust. With a quiet exhale, she picked up her cigar, taking a slow whiff before rising to her feet. As she made her way toward her smoking nook, a moment of interest lingered beneath her otherwise peeved expression, curiosity huddling in the quarters of her mind.

 

For how this will play out, may the creator's upstairs know.

[Werew0lf 24181]

“Yeah I taught these guys, I’m kind of the triple emperor alpha wolf of the bandit worlds. I am like a lector bandit sort of, like I’m kind of a big ferryman deal. Banjo used to give me shoulder massages whenever I came back from BATTLE!”, spoke the halfling monarch, King Sugarfoot III, in a wild tavern with a tankard in stow.