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08-15-2014, 10:51 PM
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#12
08-16-2014, 01:14 PM
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~~3~~ Down, down he sank in the fathomed depths Prexus' song clamored like timpanis The maelstrom howled – the beasts awoke from sleep and turned their keen red eyes on Filbus... A panther of the water attacked Filbus In a flash, the reptilian thing had its maw encompassing our hero's waist But, Filbus, ever cool, smote the nose And the shark let him go, for the nose hurts Filbus cut a long gash on the shark's skin severing the dorsal fin, which he grabbed and put in his backpack for a later snack. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] The halfling's lungs burned like fire in wind How many hours, days, had it been? Since he had drawn a fresh breath.. O' Prexus Ill-forgotten god, had our hero in his grasp. With the last might of a dying warrior Filbus clawed his way to the top of the ocean He surged from the waters like a great whale Hours later, a tidal wave would destroy an island town. And the islanders, perishing, will raise Their puckered fingers to the indifferent sky they will weep for their pitiful lives begging the sea-monster who caused it forgiveness | ||
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#13
08-16-2014, 01:17 PM
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At last,came the hour of respite! Not far off, the hero spied a verdant isle Ringed in colour like Yola's layer cake Filbus wept as he swam toward the cay He lit on the shores of the sandy beach Chewed the water-melons to a pulp Filled his stomach until he vomited red slime Fell to his knees in praise of Bristlebane “Oh My Great God Bristlebane, how ever Can I please you, now? For it is clear that You have had a mighty laugh. Pulled a prank upon your Truest champion! But now you have delivered me from Terror And I believe this to be my chance to entreat Yourself, with my own vows of servitude. I must make haste!” Filbus cried to no one. Thus, he raced up toward the island's middle Upon the way – behold!! A halfling man! Filbus went to him, fellow being of the 'bane What ho and good morrow to ye, Filbus Hailed. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] The halfling was a deaf mute!! Dumb and blind! Filbus spat on the ground in great anger and smote his cousin of the Vale – to death. The halfling fell, bloodied and helpless – to die. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] It was the end of Raotin Teawel The ancient mariner of the Vale – Chronicler of cetology and all manners of water-life it is said that Mrs. Teawel, perceiving Her late husband's demise – perished, with a babe on the teat. Filbus noticed the island was populated by Aviaks not unlike those he commonly slew in Sky and the halflings hatred for aviaks was great so he climbed to the top of the mountain “I will bring Terror to all who stand in my way!” Filbus declared at the top of his lungs At the height of the mountain rising from the sea In the Plane of Fear, Cazic-Thule laughed. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Filbus leaped from the tippy top! It is said that his feet did not touch ground for hours That the concussive force of his jump Made wizards 'round the world forget their hate With the same titanic force that he propelled himself, Filbus careened onto the aviak platform the ground shook under his titanic feet and the whole world of men bowed in Fear. | ||
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#14
08-16-2014, 01:19 PM
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Now was the time of Darkness. Now for Fear! Filbus, O' Saint of Bristlebane, had fallen from the grace of his Drunken Hobbit God and Fear commanded his halfling heart. Like an assassin, Filbus slit the bird's feathered throat. He clamped his teeth Upon the aviak's hollowed spine The bird cried out once – and they fell together. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Filbus calmly dragged the body to a flame Deposited the bird on the fiery logs The fat sputtered in the heat – the smell was good But Filbus had no design to feast... With red 'round his eyes, he wandered Slaying all the aviaks of the island and dragging their bodies to the open fire whereupon he deposited their corpses He croaked many guttural, foul things From the once charming mouth of that Most revered Halfling warrior. Finally, there were enough bodies. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Filbus took to a knee before the sacrificial pyre O', worm of heaven! He declared, coldly peering 'pon the pyre O' fat bacon of my deranged heart! I have heard your laughter, Bristlebane I know that you have not forgotten me But you play this prank... for why?? Why lead me to think you are Cazic-Thule? Is this not most cruel to do? Against I? Who have so righteously. and valiantly. And honorably upheld The merit of your drunken, lecherous name? The fat in the flames sizzled, popped Great plumes of waxy black smoke soared Upon the air like the wings of dead aviak's Whose children would know not but Terror. Suddenly beholding the scene of his making Filbus turned to flee. But he was not Free of the fire's soot. It wreathed his face and he levitated from the ground Surely, Filbus thought to himself, As he floated away from the island, purely at the will and whim of wind Bristlebane will save me now? [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] | ||
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08-16-2014, 01:25 PM
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#17
08-16-2014, 03:11 PM
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tl;dr
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#18
08-16-2014, 06:20 PM
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how many halflings have to die before youll be satisfied?
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#20
08-17-2014, 08:52 PM
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~~4~~ At what expense is a fortune won? How many limbs rot in soggy ditches As the glutton rots upon his gem pile? Tell us, O' Cyclops, your worth of solid gold. The forgotten hero flew over sea Like a rotund seagull with feet for wings He danced upon the ocean's foamy face Like a faerie, that fair, elusive race. The sun leaped from rim to rim, dancing like A citrine on a field of sapphire stone The winds blew cool and strong, propelling our Hero, the Furyfoot, fast, far, long. The weary halfling spotted, long at last the fairest isle that he had seen yet. It was shaped like a blazing ruby crown Dotted with emerald rings and sapphires. He bodysurfed a wave onto the beach and found he had landed in the footprint of a giant, primordial beast. He studied the footprint – a cyclops, ho! | ||
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