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))

-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.

*Dom grimmly mutters to Saviticus and Morkas*

"Yer buf still part Irongut dough."

* Dom walks away silently*

Ol' Treehugger sits in his shack, smoking his pipe as he listens to a crow recount the impassioned speech given earlier that day on the topic of Mountain Dwarf superiority. Chuckling, he pulls a berry from his pocket and feeds it to his friend, leaning back in his chair and wearing a large grin.

"Tisn't Forest Dwarves this time, at least."

BWAAAAARLG!!!! I HAVE BEEN AWAKENED FROM MY SLUMBER!!!!

SAVITICUS WAS CREATED A TREEBEARD, AND BECAME AN IRONGUT LATER. GIT YER GRUBBY CAVE DWARF HANDS OFF HIS HISTORY!!!!

BWAAAAAAAARLG!!!

*Returns to his vacation*

Your application has been moved to an "In-Progress" state. After the allotted time, please have your teacher PM a Magic Team member to advance to the next tier!

Closed and Moved to "In Progress"

A flyer is attached to the poster, along with a note that reads: "Hope yeh find us suitable!"

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/87579-the-embertree-brewery

Ol' Treehugger hobbles into tavern, glancing around as he passes his staff from one hand to the next. Leaving it in his right hand he heads towards the bar, before standing infront of it with a grin on his face.

"Savi, Sahra! Always guud t' see yeh. Come fer some tea, Tree'ugger 'as. Chai, if yeh 'ave it., Otherwise anythin' sweet will d'. Nay too much sugar added tho', Tree'ugger 'as 'is limits when it comes t ' 'is sweet tooth."

"Another eventful day, it seems" Treehugger sighs, readying his staff. Twirling it around, he mutters a chant before thrusting it in the direction of the harpy. The ground beneath it glows green and rumbles, and a dull hum fills the air.

Suddenly, the earth bursts as three large roots burst from the ground, flailing about! Shooting around the harpy, they pull tighter in an attempt to ensnare the hag. Treehugger laughs. "Yeh ain't goin' anywhere!"