The Goffen Holy Wars-Part the Four!

[dragoonson]

Hey guys.I'm Dragoonson,since my real life initials and online initials are always 'D',my friends call me D-man,so I don't mind if you do that too.

 

 

 

Anyways,The Goffen Holy Wars take place in the same world as my Kardish RP,so you may want to check it out...I split the story into parts,because of three reasons.First,I come up with the basic plot of a story but usually fail to come up with the "body".Second,I find it builds up suspense if I get it right.Third,I quite often get distracted while writing,so saving under parts informs me where I left off,and helps me remember my plot with less reading.

 

 

 

Anyway,I have some Artsy Fartsy maps and (okay,kind of sucky) drawings of the...typical warrior of each side.Hawk,I absolutely disallow you to see these until you finish those drawings lol,if you're going off my description I want to see how good they are...

 

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So with very little ado,I present part one,complete with the tags so you know when I've stopped talking...

 

 

 

Oh right,more ado(I know,this isn't really the word for delay,but I'm making fun with "Without further ado")...I don't know how you would classify this,but I classify it as "Historical Fictional (Fantasy) Comedy",so judge it with that in mind,please.

 

 

 

-Begin part 1-

 

 

 

The continent of Azreh-Goff. Exists on the same plane and sphere as Kardish and Desmar. While the Desmonians left their continent, that desolate and harsh place, and the Kardians fight among themselves for territory, the Goffen have been a grateful and peaceful community for years.

 

 

 

Sadly, the four deities that looked over the Goffen had such conflicting beliefs that if you believed in one, you wouldnt believe in another. After three dynasties of peace, each lasting perhaps 400 years, the Turtle worshipping people seemed to be next in line. Unfortunately, since they had a lack of locations for pilgrims to go to for prayer, they were deemed unworthy of the ruling title, even though the supreme lands were controlled by the Turtle worshippers.

 

 

 

A violent argument broke out among the three leaders, the representative for the Turtles being too slow to arrive on time, each side citing their own reasons.

 

 

 

The Monkey worshipper had his claim, for he was next in line.

 

 

 

The Pony worshipper had his claim, for his people were most beloved by the gods.

 

 

 

The Cat worshipper claimed that most Goffen subscribed to his beliefs.

 

 

 

None would agree any with the other, though the Pony worshipper and the Monkey worshipper had been trading goods throughout the Cat worshippers reign.

 

 

 

Slowly but surely, the arguments spread across the streets of every city, across the continent. From the center of the lands of our Turtle worshipper friends, each leader returned to their respective pilgrimage point, just as the representative arrived. The Pony worshipper to Ponysalem in Pellstreep, the Monkey worshipper to Mesomokey in Mawdow, and the Cat worshipper, who now changed to a Kitty worshipper, to Lidderbock in Kitslund.

 

 

 

Having to travel the same route back to their homelands, the leaders of the Pony and Monkey worshippers discussed and bickered along the way. They agreed that it was true, the Kitty worshippers were indeed many in number and strong in resolution, that the only way to defeat them would be to form an alliance, and battle for the throne later.

 

 

 

Within 2 months, each leader had arrived in their respective places of worship and pilgrimage (except for the Turtle leader, his people were still building their temples). After months of preaching within the city capital, also the place of pilgrimage, and throughout their territory, each side had been well equipped and trained for the upcoming war.

 

 

 

The Pony worshipper, had dubbed his men the Pony Crusaders, gave many holy mounts, obviously ponies. They had fashioned strong swords and even stronger lances from the metal that had been given to them by the Monkey worshippers when they were trading. They had stocks for several years of fighting, and had arranged for fresh caravans of food to be sent to their location every month or so. They had armored themselves with chain mail fitted over leather, to absorb much of the impact that blunt weapons have. They donned holy helmets worn in their pilgrimage, for more divine protection, held out their blazing red flags proudly and began the march back into the lands of the Turtle worshippers.

 

 

 

The Monkey worshippers, meanwhile had been closely communicating with their allies, now dubbed the Pony Crusaders. They decided within themselves they wanted a similarly cool name, and soon agreed on the Monkey Templars. They were an elite fighting force, small in number, but high in skill. Agile and extremely adaptable, they fashioned robes from layers and layers of animal hide, created huge tower shields to protect themselves, and with the help of their Crusader allies, made some bone crushing morningstars and maces to go with them. As a bonus to those who were especially skilled with their weapons, the lord gave them monkeys to sit on their shoulders, granted by their gods. Similarly donning their holy pilgrimage helmets, they marched off to the North, green banners flying in the air, to meet their Crusader allies, and their Kitty worshipping enemies.

 

 

 

Deep in the city of Lidderbock, the Kitty worshippers had been worshipping, and sleeping for sixteen hours a day. They were able to get enough work done before sleeping that they were ready for the war all the same. With their tendency to attack half-heartedly, doing massive damage before giving up to go to sleep, they found themselves similar to raiders, thus dubbing themselves the Kitty Raiders. Equipping themselves with simple weapons like the short bow and dagger, they slid on their flexible plate armor, and donned holy headbands, they prepared their five million strong army with enhanced senses for war. Heading Southeast to the lands of the Turtle worshippers to meet the Pony Crusaders and the Monkey Templars

 

 

 

Now, dont get me wrong, the Turtle worshippers had also been preparing for the invasion. They took a month to decide on their cool, ominous name, which happened to be the Turtle Resistance, and the other to come up with defenses. Unfortunately, I doubt they will be able to finish setting up the structure of their walls before the invaders sweep in and prepare for war

 

 

 

Now you do realize, each side has their own name for the wars? For example, the Pony Crusaders call them the Pony Crusades.

 

 

 

Oh, and the Monkey Templars call the Templic Ventures. The Kitty Raiders happen to call them the Raids of the Kitty, quite obviously. And the Turtle ResistanceI dont know, theyre too slow, but Id suggest the Oh My Gods the Turtles Must Survive This!? wars

 

 

 

-End part 1-

[Hawks]

a. I love the maps they are awesome, but why is the bottom of the Azreh-Goff one gray?

 

b. Story is awesome so far, as I already said to you.

 

c. Haven't gotten around to drawing the monkey templars and pony crusaders but I'll do them today yay.

[dragoonson]

a. I love the maps they are awesome, but why is the bottom of the Azreh-Goff one gray?

 

b. Story is awesome so far, as I already said to you.

 

c. Haven't gotten around to drawing the monkey templars and pony crusaders but I'll do them today yay.

 

I don't know I think the image broke.I'll have to re-scan it tomorrow...

 

Yup,I actually have part 2 ready...

 

And I'm sure you'll do it well.Just go by the description please,not how I influenced,its interesting to see how people interpret them.Well,not my classmates.They suck at reading.

 

 

 

EDIT:Actually,I fixed it.Yay!

[Bluejayfan94]

Well,not my classmates.They suck at reading.

 

 

 

Haha, owned

[dragoonson]

At least someone gets it!I'm going to put part 2 in,but for part 3 I'm going to need a few bios...Character creation is hard >.<

 

Code below part 2 =P

 

 

 

-Begin part 2-

 

The Pony Crusaders were heading due West, in order to give the Monkey Templars time to catch up for a week now. While they had brought a million men, each mounted high on a pony (well, not so high then) , all armed to the teeth withbladed weapons and armored quite well in hide and chain mail, they had left a considerable amount of peasants behind, to build them a navy in their Pellstreep dock of Porthaven. A few feudal lords in their province of Otellmar were building up in their respective towns of Dlow, a port town, New Dlow, the latest advancement on the Dlowcity names, and Peeklo, the nearest town to the Kitty Raiders province of Rhaid.

 

 

 

The Monkey Templars were much more simple, they were constantly training their peasants in combat, and keeping the more useless old bags at work mining in the mountain range around Tarabina. Meanwhile, in their province of Lalen, their peasants there were building defensive walls and towers, for a Kitty Raiders raid was imminent. Of course, they were at the same time obliged to march Northwest at an angle, so as to meet with the Pony Crusaders on their way West to the lands of the Turtle Resistance.

 

 

 

The Kitty Raiders were trying very hard to equalize the training of their fighters and the gathering of their scarce resources. Their province of Rhaid was nearly empty, with most of the inhabitants off to fight in the Raids of the Kitty. So they ran, as fast as they could, and as far as they could within 8 hours before needing to sleep, and covered half the distance the Pony Crusaders and the Monkey Templars would need to in the exact time they did. Which is to say they were moving at similar rates.

 

 

 

The Turtle-no, you know what? Im not even going to mention the Turtle ResistanceDoh!

 

 

 

Perhaps while we pass this boring moment in history I actually tell you of the 4 high gods I mentioned earlier? Good. The Holy High Pony is the one the Pony Crusaders believe in. He has scattered a dumps worth of relics across the land, and the one they desire the most would be the Pony Grail.

 

 

 

Ook is the Monkey Templars God, he is basically like Donkey Kong, but faster. So this carries over to his worshippers, and they have fantastic battle reflexes. As for the Kitty Raiders, they worship the High Cat Upstairs. I dont really know what he does, but they are more feline.

 

 

 

As for the Turtle Resistances God? Nobody knows outside the Resistance, theyre too slow explainingBut I would guess hes rather slow and lazy. Hah. Eighth deadly sin-be a member of the Turtle Resistance

 

 

 

Okay, the armies are still moving like the Turtle Resistance with a major hangover on crutches. Im going to skip forward to the first attack the Crusaders and the Templars have on a small town (not on the map) in the Turtle Resistances land. Unlike their hosts, these tribal natives are fast and have blowtubes, not guns. Guns dont exist.

 

 

 

However, the Monkey Templars are equally agile, jumping on the branches that their infantry do, in the flight. The Monkey Templars are able to catch up quickly, but with their lack of experience with their morningstars, many knock themselves out. Thankfully, some men have maces, which they swing at bone crushing speeds. Strangely, tribal bones are broken, I wonder why. The Pony Crusaders are fast on land, rushing in to take out the blow-tubers. While they have training in the lance, the sheer space their pony mounts take up confuse them, and many are shot, or stabbed by others.

 

 

 

Soon, they have taken out all the armed defenders of the tribe, as they gather in the village, taking slaves with them, they sit around the camp fire and discuss their mistakes.

 

 

 

The Monkey leader, who I shall name for you, his name is Maine Tekal. Yeah, well he speaks first. I noticed, when my men with the morningstars were spinning their morningstars, you guys were spinning it in front of your face. I suggest you spin them by your side, as quickly as you can, because that puts more damage behind your blow. And be careful with your spinning, Ive seen you guys hit yourself, and your monkey. Do that again and the monkey will spank you (just like in Soviet Russia) . The guys with the mace. You want to use both hands, and swing as wide an arc as you can.

 

 

 

Sensing his friend is done, Stevenson Spykre now speaks. Hes the Pony leader, if you were wondering. Okay, I want to congratulate you guys on our first victory within an hour, with no casualties. We counted, and no bodies. Well, not from our men. Anyway, guys. Pony Crusaders. You need to coordinate your strike. Perhaps work out an agreement that only the first two, or three rows attack defenders, unless there are more, or something like that. And I have seen you guys stab other ponies while out there. You want to be more careful, if we are to find the Pony Grail. So, the next time we go into battle, I want you guys to be more cooperative with our allies, the Monkey Templars he motions, and the Monkey Templars cheer And try to practice your weapons while we are traveling. Now, we are going to leave a small portion of us here, led by our Captain Dingle and he actually has a contingent he wants to have with him. Maine are you leaving any Templars with us?

 

 

 

No, none.

 

 

 

Very well, a cheer for Captain Dingle please the entire crowd shouts a Rah! and is dismissed.

 

 

 

And so the Collective Alliance of the Pony Crusaders and the Monkey Templars has won the first clash of their Crusade, or Venture. Whatever, lets call it a Holy War. The Collective Alliance of the Pony Crusaders and the Monkey Templars has won the first clash of the Holy War

 

 

 

Much better.

 

 

 

-End part 2-

 

 

 

So anyway,here's the code I want you to use.PM me or post it here,doesn't really matter.Actually,posting here would be better,its easier for me to remember that way.

 

 

 

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Deity(Crusader or Templar?):[/b]

[b]Weapon(Remember the weapon restrictions in my ugly art...):[/b]

[b]Favourite food:[/b]

 

Feel free to add anything else,but bear in mind that there are only humans(and whatever the Gods send)on Azreh-Goff.Please try to use realistic names though,like instead of Bluejayfan,Bluejay(like in the lost library) will do...

[Bluejayfan94]

Name:Brayen

 

Deity(Crusader or Templar?): Crusader

 

Weapon: Longsword

 

Favourite food: Pizza! (Change at will, if Pizza dosen't fit well with story.)

 

 

 

 

 

Please try to use realistic names though, like instead of Bluejayfan, Bluejay(like in the lost library) will do...

 

 

 

Actually, no one has ever used Bluejayfan in a story that was kinda serious. Blue Jay COULD be a real name, if you were first nations :o (I know someone named Black Bear).

[dragoonson]

Is it okay if I have him like Klorr?Its like a calzone but without cheese(no cows in Pellstreep)and is filled with meat(veggies if vegan).

 

 

 

And if it is okay,what sort of meat would you want?You can make up an animal if you want,as long as he don't eat no ponies,horsies or unihorns.

[Hawks]

Name: Hawk (no duh! :thumbsup: )

 

Deity(Crusader or Templar?): Templar Monkeys FTW!

 

Weapon(Remember the weapon restrictions in my ugly art...): insanely long sword (i'll draw it if you want)

 

Favourite food: chicken. baked boiled or fried.

[Bluejayfan94]

Name: Hawk (no duh! :thumbsup: )

 

Deity(Crusader or Templar?): Templar Monkeys FTW!

 

Weapon(Remember the weapon restrictions in my ugly art...): insanely long sword (i'll draw it if you want)

 

Favourite food: chicken. baked boiled or fried.

 

 

 

 

 

Lol, hawk. All you want to do is draw, eh.

[dragoonson]

Kay, here's part 3. The next one would be about the Kitties.

 

 

 

I quite like the middle bit of this one,very fun to type,for sure.

 

 

 

-Begin part 3-

 

Its barely been a day, but the Alliance has already prepared a scouting party to well, scout. Mainly, it was a small group of ten, five Crusaders and five Templars.

 

 

 

They had been given some food, to the delight of two particular members, Hawk and Brayen, considering they were given their favorite food. Hawk was a Monkey Templar, and Brayen a Pony Crusader. Oh, what was the food they were given again? Oh yes, they had Chicken Klorr. In case you ignorant fools were wondering, Klorr is like a calzone in our world, just without the cheese. See, cows are strangely absent in Crusader lands and the Templars are usually lactose intolerant.

 

 

 

Hawk climbed a tree nearest to the North gates of the town, since that was where the Resistances land was. Brayen and the rest of the Crusaders had technically lost their advantage, considering they had to leave their ponies behind for stealth. However, they did still have the amazing zealous nature they get from all the relics garrisoned back in Ponysalem.

 

 

 

From high up in the tree, Brayen noted that there were a few spots they could set up defensive towers. Using a semi-circular radar-like overly-hyphenated type of map, he marked down the locations, along with his left and right arc, and some important landmarks around.

 

 

 

Hawk and the rest of the Crusaders, meanwhile, had been interacting with some of the fauna, taking notes in case they would come in handy during the next few battles. By nightfall they had found 15 different types of turtles, and a particularly small trouser snake.

 

 

 

Gathering by a campfire some 30 whole yards (wow) from the town, they discussed what they had gathered. The Templars had an array of maps, some topographical, and others simple, and one particularly illegible one. The Crusaders, as mentioned, had found flora and fauna. Fascinated by the trouser snake, they ate their Chicken Klorrs, eager to find similar animals the next day.

 

 

 

One of the Templars in their party, Loren, decided to tell a scary story. He told of a tribal witch doctor, he was constantly trying to impregnate his tribal wife, even though he had been castrated age 13. One night, he had succeeded, even though his wife was not home. Nine months later, the tribal baby was born, but it looked nothing like his father. Instead, he was reminiscent of one of the tribal warriors in the town.

 

 

 

The tribal witch doctor was pissed, and he grabbed his tribal blow tube, and sneaked into the tribal barracks. Quietly, the tribal witch doctor out the tribal blow tube to his mouth, placing a tribal round dart in it. He blew it straight into the tribal warriors neck, and did the same to his tribal wife in their tribal tent.

 

 

 

It is said that the tribal wife now haunts people who look into a tribal mirror lit by a campfire and say Tribal woman, tribal me killed your tribal baby! thrice, shed return and slice your eyes vertically.

 

 

 

Finishing the last of his Klorr, Brayen gagged, close to getting an involuntary second helping. The thought of being unable to see Heaven when the Pony Rapture arrived scared him, as it would any one of the Crusaders.

 

 

 

Well, if youre not going to eat that last Klorr, I-ARH the man seated beside Brayen screamed suddenly, and fell forwards into the burning fire. The fire moved quickly from his oily head down his equally oily body, engulfing him in flames. Brayen and the rest of the squad moved back a few steps.

 

 

 

Noticing a small stick-like object protruding from his neck, Hawk turned his head, trying to find the tribal responsible for this. Well, he need not have done so, for two tribal blow tubers stepped out of the shadows. They stood shaking, making it clear that they had no form of back up whatsoever, and were probably the only survivors of the previous massacre.

 

 

 

The two were both considerably short, but one was fatter than the other. The fat one pulled a string that none of the squad had noticed before, and seven of the remaining nine were thrown into the air in nets.

 

 

 

Brayen and Hawk, lucky as they were, had stepped off the nets that were supposed to catch them when the man fell into the flames. Luckily, all the notes they had gathered were on their respective bodies (that is to say, the Templars notes were with Hawk, and the Crusaders with Brayen) , for the nettings contained some poison that spread from exterior contact.

 

 

 

With a great show of teamwork, Hawk leapt onto Brayen, who fended off most of the darts with his sword. Hawk jumped off, propelling himself into both tribal men, knocking them over onto their backs. Brayen, showing as much dexterity as a Templar-Ballerina, performed some sort of flying kick with weapon slash, his sword slicing clean (well not so clean, blood has some ick-factor) through the taller mans neck.

 

 

 

Hawk himself wasnt too bad with a sword, despite being a Templar. Combining it with unimaginable speed (which is bad, because storytelling needs you to imagine it) , he managed to break few ribs, and slice the poor mans neck. Sadly being forced to ignore their squad-mates, the two gathered all the left over Chicken Klorr (not to return, its their favorite food, theyll eat it sooner or later) and headed back to base, hearts heavy with the loss of their companions, backpacks heavy too, with the gain of all those Chicken Klorrs.

 

 

 

-End part 3-

[Hawks]

:D Loved it!!!

 

especially the bit about the jump-kicking and the overy-hypenated stuff.

[dragoonson]

:D Loved it!!!

 

especially the bit about the jump-kicking and the overy-hypenated stuff.

 

I love to hear you're amused.Though,how was the representation of Hawk?And same to Bluejay with Brayen.Though I did try not to use your RP persona too much.

[Bluejayfan94]

WOOT! I GOT PIZZA!

[Hawks]

I think what you did with Hawk is probably exactly what I would have done in that sort of situation.

 

 

 

lol

 

[hide=spam]"What'd ya shoot 'em with, Napoleon?"

 

"A frickin' 12-gauge, what would you have done in that sort of situation? They were attacking my cousins!"[/hide]

[Bluejayfan94]

I think what you did with Hawk is probably exactly what I would have done in that sort of situation.

 

 

 

lol

 

[hide=spam]"What'd ya shoot 'em with, Napoleon?"

 

"A frickin' 12-gauge, what would you have done in that sort of situation? They were attacking my cousins!"[/hide]

 

 

 

Haha

[whitedwarf99]

hehe, nice story, i usually only loiter around here, or just annoy xewleer with my lack of knowledge of courtesy's in the forums, but i decided i might aswell post for once :) definately a nice plot, with a funny set of characters and idealisms. hehe, first fight sequence with brayen and hawk was good aswell :P

[Bluejayfan94]

hehe, nice story, i usually only loiter around here, or just annoy xewleer with my lack of knowledge of courtesy's in the forums, but i decided i might aswell post for once :) definately a nice plot, with a funny set of characters and idealisms. hehe, first fight sequence with brayen and hawk was good aswell :P

 

 

 

Fight for food FTW :D

[dragoonson]

Nice to hear that,Dwarf...Part 4 is,to be honest I'm having writer's block (already) on it,and besides,there's some school work I need to get done.Deadline=next week -.-

[Bluejayfan94]

Nice to hear that,Dwarf...Part 4 is,to be honest I'm having writer's block (already) on it,and besides,there's some school work I need to get done.Deadline=next week -.-

 

 

 

:o You are still in school. I thought I was the last on TIF to get out

[dragoonson]

Nice to hear that,Dwarf...Part 4 is,to be honest I'm having writer's block (already) on it,and besides,there's some school work I need to get done.Deadline=next week -.-

 

 

 

:o You are still in school. I thought I was the last on TIF to get out

 

Last week was my first week back.I think we have different holidays,so it was 1 month for June-ish.

[Bluejayfan94]

Nice to hear that,Dwarf...Part 4 is,to be honest I'm having writer's block (already) on it,and besides,there's some school work I need to get done.Deadline=next week -.-

 

 

 

:o You are still in school. I thought I was the last on TIF to get out

 

Last week was my first week back.I think we have different holidays,so it was 1 month for June-ish.

 

 

 

Well, I guess I WAS thge last out on TIF lol

[dragoonson]

-Begin part 4-

 

After taking three hours to walk the full 30 yards back to camp, backpacks now empty from eating all the Chicken Klorrs, the pair finally returned. Adjusting their armor to look messier, and trying to look like they didnt just eat 24 Chicken Klorrs with three hours, they feigned a limping gait into the camp.

 

 

 

Captain Dingle, who regardless of his commitment to stay behind was on gate duty, came running. By the Holy High Pony, what happened to you!?

 

 

 

Am-ambush! Hawk stuttered to make the words leave his mouth in a fake state of shock.

 

 

 

At least twenty of them, Captain Brayen added, hoping to maybe get a medal of honor (pronounce [garden tool]-nore) or two. But dont worry, we took care of them. He added hastily, in case the Captain decided to send a party to search for them.

 

 

 

The men were not exactly cowards, as shown by their actions, but it was highly likely they had just been around the others too often. By others I meant rowdy recruits. Such behavior is not really good for corporals, but what do I know? Im just the typing narrator. (Actually, I know tons, but care, who does?)

 

 

 

The men took out the information they had gathered from their pockets, handing them over to the Captain.

 

 

 

Very well Corporal Hawk, Corporal Brayen. Were going to have to do something about the loss of eight men, but otherwise youre in the clear. Were going to reproduce these, and give them to the battalion commanders, in case after all these years youve forgotten. Captain Dingle dismissed them, and headed back to his tent.

 

 

 

Placing them on the chest that was acting as his desk, he went to his shelves, apparently looking for something. So suddenly I almost soiled myself typing this, a voice called out to Captain Dingle from one of the shelves. Strangely, the Captain seemingly did not hear it, and could even walk out of the building without a single facial movement.

 

 

 

Minutes later, a Crusader Private and a Templar Private approached the building, for a dare. Entering, the Templar stood, and said Go on man, its your bet.

 

 

 

The Crusader nodded, but stopped. The same voice I had heard earlier was speaking to him, but too softly for me to hear. For some reason he said yes, I agree to your terms, picked up a knife and slowly stabbed himself. The Templar, slightly afraid, offered to wait outside.

 

 

 

Too late, the Crusader doubled over, screaming in pain as feathered wings began to grow from two of the cuts in his back. The cuts in his neck turned into gills, if he ever wanted to go, I dont know wreck-diving? His nails sharpened and his pupils lost all color. The Templar started to turn and run, but the creature had lashed out, grabbing the poor man, flying off to the North-West, where the Kitty Raiders would probably be

 

 

 

An orb, previously black, rolled onto the ground, devoid now of all its colorful, shiny splendor. Ahem, sorry. An orb rolled to the ground, devoid of color and smashed into the tiny pieces of glass that metaphorically represent life.

 

 

 

Hearing the screams and a smash, Captain Dingle sprinted as fast as he could back to his quarters. About 3 yards (yes, I know how far a yard is. Its 3 feet right?) later, he stopped, panting and sweating profusely. He walked the remaining distance briskly, wishing he had his mount with him.

 

 

 

Entering the building with his sword drawn, Dingle pushed brown hair out of his shining green eyes, scanning the room. Some how missing the colorless ball on the floor, he entered the room. A small clunk sound and a painful, throbbing foot later, a swearing Dingle sat on his desk nursing the foot, ignoring the orb for now. Thats right, pain in the foot beats colorless orb.

 

 

 

After five minutes of swearing and oaths about the orbs mother, Dingle finally stood up to examine it. Ignorant enough not to know what it was, he ran to fetch a holy man, accidentally kicking it again on his way out. Tiring quickly, he sent a subordinate to do it instead, surprised at how fast and far he could run.

 

 

 

Returning five minutes later (way faster than Dingle could have) , the subordinate was dismissed and the historian examined the orb. Though not before Dingle tripped over it again.

 

 

 

Interesting. He said, looking at the ground beside the orb. It appears the ground is made of soil.

 

 

 

No, fool! Dingle corrected, reminiscent of a black actor in our world with a bohemian hairdo. I meant the orb!

 

 

 

Oh! The historian realized, glad that it was something he actually knew about. What a relief!

 

 

 

Shut up fool!

 

 

 

Okay, okay, geez. Finally getting around to looking at it, he took of his eyewear, realized he couldnt see without it, and put it back on. Oh boy. This is one of our relics. Well, used to be. This is the Poltar Orb. Well, used to be. There is a demon trapped in here. Well, there used to be.

 

 

 

Pissed, Dingle slapped the historian. Cut out the used to be s and tell me what that means!

 

 

 

It means were screwed, Captain. The demon Poltar has been released

 

-End Part 4-

 

 

 

 

 

I thought it would be an interesting turn of events,and besides,he does play a big role in this too.

[Hawks]

Yay for demons! :thumbsup:

[Bluejayfan94]

Yay for demons! :thumbsup:

 

Lets have a party! :thumbup:

[dragoonson]

I liked the Mr. T reference tbh.