Jarkarll 314 Share Posted April 8, 2012 The desert outside the Strigzgoi is desolate. Seldom does even wind blow threw it. The sand only picks up on the precipice of the sand dunes that shift every night. A Dwarf camp sits just outside, a group of Dwarves sit belching and drinking away their failures, and contemplating their situation. A cold wind blows threw the camp. *Belch* " Hey... did you notice that... wind? There ain't been any wind here, even in those fawkin dunes of the green skins!* Chugs down another mug of ale* " Yup.. but... wait do ye hear that?" " You must be fawkin dronk! HAHA! I don't hear anything, maybe it's time you put that mug of ale down" He exclaims as he wipes some ale off of his ragged beard. "No.. that's the problem... Don't ye ever notice that da green skins are always fighting each other? Ye' can even ear dem sword o' deres clanging against each oda... bud... theres silence. I'm going to go and see whats about." * The dwarf moves his stubby little legs towards the gate of the Great Strigzgoi. He struggles to hoist himself up a tree and cups his ear with his hand. He listens closely, his eyes go wide, and he runs to the Dwarf camp again. " YE ALL SAID, THERES NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!!! I SWEAR THOUGH, THE GREEN SKINS.. T-T-T-T-T-HERE BUILDING SOMETHING, AND I HEARD THAT FAWKIN BEAST OF THERES MOVING THINGS AROUND!! The Dwarves all clammer about, fussing about what this Dwarf is proclaiming about. Suddenly they all hear the blast of a hunting horn coming from the heart of the Strigzgoi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HARROO HARROO Jarkarll stands at the top of the Rex Palace, his hunting horn in hand. What he says next could only be heard in the courtyard of the Rex Palace. No one outside that could pheasibly hear this. " LIZEN UB!! PEEP DIZ IN ME AND! DIZ AM BOOMPOWDA!! IN ME ODA 'AND AM CUUL, AGH FIYA POWDA!!" He opens his arms wide, and brings the together in one swift motion. A small flash appears in between his hands. " Peep dat! Dat mayke boom boom. GIB ME ULL DA SKAHIN BOOMPOWDA,FIYAPOWDA, AGH CUUL LAT AB! NAR ASH GUN GRUK WUD ID DEM!!! GLOZAG VOTAR" And with that he takes his leave, and heads to the blacksmith to continue his diabolical bomb engineering. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blawharag 277 Share Posted April 8, 2012 Hmmm me bruddur wuz juzd blahun bowt huw hym hav whule skahun tonz uv dat buumpowdur... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danny 2232 Share Posted December 3, 2012 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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