Game Of Elders

[Matt011011 166]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6tkcSvX_yY

 

 

Milo slouches on the Iron throne, a throne forged from the shovels of the vanquished, a thousand of them, melted together like so many candles...

 

He straightens up as he sees Bolo making his way over, a few of his banner men with him. "Bolo." Milo says calmly. "Wha' is this?" He asks as he slips a small letter out of his pocket. 

 

The area falls silent as Milo scoffs and rips the letter in half "Is this meant to be ye shield, Elder Bolo?"

 

Bolo smirks as he shakes his head, looking towards Aris, the commander of the gold shovels, before returning his attention back to Milo "Ye 'ave no claim to Eldership-" Bolo begins to say before he is interrupted by Milo jumping to his feet and shouting at the top of his lungs "LIAR!" Filled with anger, Milo points out to Bolo and his men, yelling loudly "KILL 'EM! KILL ALL O' 'EM!"

 

The sound of shovels being drawn is heard all around as Bolo orders Aris "Take Milo back to 'is burrow n' keep 'im there, under guard!" 

 

Aris gives burrow a firm nod before shouting out "'obbits o' the gold shovels! NOW!"

 

In an instant the hobbits of the gold shovels charged out at Bolo's men, bonking them on the head with their shovels and capturing Bolo.

 

 

 

Bolo is thrown in Rich's cell where is kept for a few days, visited only to be given ale and cake. Finally he is brought out to the statue of Dalek the demented infront of everyone.  

He looks around at the crowd before beginning to speak "I Elder Bolo o' 'ouse Willowbottom, confess m'treason in sight o' Dalek an' men.. Tha' Milo is the rightful Elder o' Lenfarthin'.."

 

Milo smirks as he steps forward, looking down at Bolo with disgust before addressing the crowd. "Bolo 'as announced 'is treason... Now, M'mother 'as urged me to spare Elder Bolo. Allow 'im to live ou' 'is days on the pumpkin wall in permanent exile where he can continue to serve the village."   He pauses for a moment. "Bu' she 'as the soft 'eart o' a women, n' so long as I am ye Elder treason shall not go unpunished! Rich, bring me 'is 'ead!" 

 

The crowd roars as Richard, an old hobbit, steps towards Bolo, a long diamond shovel in hand. 

 

Bolo stares in shock at the crowd infront of him as he is pushed down on his knees. Richard raises his the shovel high above his head before bringing it down on the back of Bolo's head with a loud bonk!

 

The crowd goes hushed as Bolo's body falls to the ground, a large bump on the back of his head from the extreme bonk. The only sound that can be heard is the sound of several ravens taking off and flying away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

((Game of thrones ref for those of you who haven't read the books or seen the show ;)))

[Kaiser 2347]

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[5678 260]

Burzumkil marvels at the Halflings' violent and barbaric ways

[Free The Hobbits 859]

((I don't get it...))

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

((Well, that was uh...interesting. Nice writing! :D)) 

[Major Tom 139]

((OH GOD I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING))

[Heff 2460]

Hordes of children and robots line the streets of Lenfarthing, the elders encircled.

 

"YA 'AVE COMMI'ED CRIMES 'GAINS' LENFARTIN' AN' 'ER PEOPLES? WHA' SAY YA IN YA DEFENSE!?"

 

The elders who framed Bolo tremble in their boots at the child's high pitched yelling,

 

"We- we- we- we is with the Guild."

 

The child nods to his automaton and it steps forward, dragging each trader to the Richard-Reach Dungeon.

 

"Even the guil' can' not pay off ya debt o' hugs."

 

Jarl Posco takes his seat next to High King Fumble... the Imperial Halflings have lots of planning to do against the scum known as the Gold-Cloaks.

 

[Iosif 72]

Hordes of children and robots line the streets of Lenfarthing, the elders encircled.

 

"YA 'AVE COMMI'ED CRIMES 'GAINS' LENFARTIN' AN' 'ER PEOPLES? WHA' SAY YA IN YA DEFENSE!?"

 

The elders who framed Bolo tremble in their boots at the child's high pitched yelling,

 

"We- we- we- we is with the Guild."

 

The child nods to his automaton and it steps forward, dragging each trader to the Richard-Reach Dungeon.

 

"Even the guil' can' not pay off ya debt o' hugs."

 

Jarl Posco takes his seat next to High King Fumble... the Imperial Halflings have lots of planning to do against the scum known as the Gold-Cloaks.

 

 

((Wasn't your idea for an automaton denied by the event team?))

 

Maddy listens to the ravens, and begins to start the cheers of the crowd:

 

"DEMOCRAZY! DEMO-CRAZY!"

[Evilbanana5757 154]

Oh my god this is so good! :D

[Heff 2460]

((Wasn't your idea for an automaton denied by the event team?))

 

Maddy listens to the ravens, and begins to start the cheers of the crowd:

 

"DEMOCRAZY! DEMO-CRAZY!"

((This isn't a legit rp topic ya know))

[Lark 2227]

((This isn't a legit rp topic ya know))

((Very well then))

Lark Steelwall of Glorious Raevir House Steelwall makes his way into Lenfarthing with the mighty Raevir strelt blob of thousand strelts. Raising his sword in the air, moonlight reflecting off his Raevir armor, cooled in the Northern snows after being forged in a Wyrm's burning breath: He yells, "Foks of Lemfarthin'! I come representin' te' moighty an' great Raevir Kingdom of Oren. I dehmahnd ya' cease ya' ass'attery at once an' bow down before te' moighty strelt blob." Lark takes in a deep breath as he yells again, "Or I will be forced! Ta' use force!" The strelt mob breaks out in cheers and war cries, hungry for the blood of Halflings. He turns his gaze to High King Fumble, awaiting his response.

[Heff 2460]

High King Fumble puts a hand up, hordes of trillions of halflings and pig cavalry behind him

 

"Dere will no' be any negotiatin' !

"YA WILL GIVE U' FIF'Y HUGS OR YA ENTIRE ARMEH WILL BE DEMOLISHED BY THE SWARMS O' CARROT PALIDINS THA' 'AVE SURROUNDED YA AREA!"

Fumble nods to the infini-inity (infinity x infinity) Paladins dressed in carrot armor with sharpened carrot swords, that were forged during the great Munchkin war of 1812. 

 

"MY MEN WILL CAPTURE YA! TICKLE YA! AN' THEN FEED YA STALE CAKE!"

 

"ANSAH ME OR GE' TICKLED, FED STALE CAKE, AN' /OR HUGGED TO DEAF!"

[Benny_Fool 80]

Felix the II, the descendent of Dalek the Demented has a glorious mask of gold molded for his regal face. He thinks to himself, "I am the potato."

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Bolo nods to himself as he ascends to his pure arcane energy form.

"I am a stegosaurus"

he nods to himself stamping around with his xray mods

[Moot 1719]

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