Saviordude

Ol' Treehugger walks into the room, blowing an obscene amount of smoke from his pipe into the moot room. Standing there for a bit, he walks over to a seat and sits down.

+1 I support. Dwarven Kings must be made to learn this.

((OMG CHARLES I LOVE IT! :D This should become a regular thing :P))

((I'll admit, I chuckled. You should tell a story about the Treebeards ;) ))

-1 for copying Saviticus.

Ol' Treehugger leans on his staff, peering at the Southerner intensely. He does for quite sometime. "Tree'ugger shall inform the Council." he finally says, before turning and wandering away.

Upon seeing the poster, Ol' Treehugger smiles and pulls out a quill to scribble his name. Saviticus Treebeard

Upon hearing about this commotion Ol' Treehugger just shrugs and turns the page of his book. "Nay Tree'ugger's king."

Ol' Treehuger sits up in his shack, ears perked. He begins to shake as the noise fills the forest. Finally, he falls to his knees, shaking his fists and screaming at the sky. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Ol' Treehugger walks up to the poster, glaring at it with a slight frown. He gently pulls it off, and pulls out his tin of tobacco. Within a few minutes, he has rolled a very fine Cigarette and is puffing away at it merrily. As he turns to walk away, he notices the young child no doubt scribbling away in his book. Ol' Treehugger walks over to the boy, leaning down to be at face level with him. "If yer wantin' 'is name as well, tis Ol' Tree'ugger. Make sure yeh write that down, eh?" He stands up, chuckling. He then leaves the boy to his work and strolls off into the forest.

8/10 ALL HAIL THE TECH TEAM!!!

6/10 Pretty groovy!

Hearing the news, Ol' Treehugger goes and fetches his finest pumpkin.

Ol' Treehugger looks up at the Hanging Tree, dismay on his face. Gingerly, he places a hand on the tree. Using such a brilliant tree for such evil.... "Tis nay right at all, nay... nay... hmmmmm" he mumbles, taking a step back. "Nay worse than Oren ever was, fer sure. Goin' down th' same path.... hmmm...." Gripping his staff tightly, he turns and wanders back into the greater forest.

Ol' Treehugger sits in his shack, nestled in the heart of the Witch Woods. Enjoying his cup of tea, he ponders the stories he has heard lately. Salmon and Mushrooms.... Could it be? "Heh, nay, 'e 'asn't been 'eard from fer decades.... Shame tis...." he mutters, taking another sip.