The Morning After...

[troopermatthew 66]

*The Dwarven tavern is filled with the snores of a hundred drunk Dwarves. Only a single tiny figure moves through the great mass of bodies*

 

 

 

The micro pig weaved in and out of smashed and discarded ale glasses. Covered in cake and Dwarf vomit it climbed piles of sleeping Legion soldiers and dodging a rolling panda suit clad Dwarf he finally spied a mass of ginger hair in the corner. Making his way to his master he climbed his chest and started nudging Telchar face with his snout.

 

Telchar's head felt like an Orc had sat on it. He felt a nudge on his face and attempted to open his eyes but the bright light of torches at first prevented such an act. Eventually he stared straight into the face of Trevor, Micro Pig #45. Grabbing the pig with one hand he placed him onto the floor and gave him a pat. Rising slightly while leaning against the wall he found his beard stuck to the floor with vomit and his trousers absent. Scanning the room he began to remember the night before. The wedding. The reception after and the bedroom after that. He shivered slightly at that last part as he stared at some of the more compromising positions his brothers were in.

 

"Whut t'e feck 'appened last night"

 

((Shameless hangover inspired post. Start waking people!))

[lιoɴ 248]

Wulfric wakes up on top of one of the market roofs in Kal'Azgoth.

His clothes smell of bitter ale and rum. As he stands up, he fells back over, slipping on cake that somehow got there with him. He tries to remember.. the wedding... the reception... then the royal tavern. He also has glimpses of Delric and Igor throwing people up on the market rooftops. He must've been one of them. He looks down, and sees the disaster. Men sleeping, ale mugs splattered on the ground. Wulfric lays back down, with no hope of ever cleaning that up "Whut t'e 'ell."

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk awakes with Igor in his arms. He smiles warmly as he whispers sweet nothings into Igor's ear.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Ellsia wakes up in her home with a warm mug of ale next to her. She shrugs, and goes back to sleep

[Mucky 443]

Olaf slowly turns; falling from the large pole he somehow fell asleep on, he lands with a loud smash on a load of pots and ale glasses. He opens his eyes slowly, immediately shading them with his hands; he growls rubbing his temple.

He stumbles forward, suddenly realizing that his new suit was ripped and shredded, and only his trousers that were now shorts remain.

He slips and slides on the vomit, beer and drool of the legionaries, walking towards one of the kegs to get an early start on the drinking.

[iTzShambo 135]

*Delric wakes up in Telchar's bed. He turns to his right to see Telchar and Trevor staring at him. Telchar grins at him and strokes his face. Delric runs out of the house and cries in a corner for all eternity. 

[Meanking 311]

*King Thorin wakes up in his bedroom, blood covering the sheets, Thorins strokes his beard and then walks out of the castle, seeing pieces of Cake and brew litter the floors of Kal'Azgoth. He then begins to notice that an ORC is sleeping next to the Son of Kjell - Igor Stormhammer, Thorin then begins to image what might of happened.

 

*Thorin walks away quite quickly*

[Lefty 1696]

*Igor wakes up seeing Gronkk holding him in his arms, he wonders what the heck happened and gets out of Gronkk's arms, only to see many prostitutes and wenches laying on the floor passed out, he looks at Gronkk again, grinning, getting some memory of what happened with the women.*

[Mucky 443]

Olaf grins with Igor.

 

"DUNGRIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

[Aislin 4354]

*Igor wakes up seeing Gronkk holding him in his arms, he wonders what the heck happened and gets out of Gronkk's arms, only to see many prostitutes and wenches laying on the floor passed out, he looks at Gronkk again, grinning, getting some memory of what happened with the women.*

 

Gronkk is a beast and slayed them all.

[Supertimmy4ever 19]

Aks lies on the ground with vomit all over his face, he drank himself into a coma....

[Moot 1719]

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