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Post by Viking Dong on Aug 24, 2009 7:23:33 GMT -5
The large crowd of Frobbits looked on in horror as Billy Bo suddenly disappeared. Boone stared in horror, and turned to Charleton. His companion barely noticed what had happened; in the amazed silence, Charleton noisily and sloppily gulped down another pint.
"Pretthy good, aye, Mishter Boone?" Charleton proceeded to roar in drunken laughter, more than a few heads turned in their direction, but most were focused on the empty stage and podium.
"I'll be back, Charleton, don't drink too much." With that, a confused Boone hastily - and soberly - made his way back to Shag-End. He had his suspicions.
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Billy Bo shut the door behind him with his hip, and took another hit off of the bong, and laughed as he came back into visibility. He flipped the bong in the air, caught it deftly behind his back, and stuffed it into his rear pocket, winking at his reflection in a passing mirror.
"Billy Bo, you'll have them talking about you for ages!" He chuckled again, and began gathering his few belongings. He hefted a gnarled walking staff, grabbed his pack (while snagging a few bottles of ale for the trip), and turned around to see the Grand Dalf standing behind him.
He let out a strangled yelp at the towering, shadowy figure, then relaxed as he saw who it was. "Very clever, my old friend. Very clever." The Grand Dalf could not help but give a little smile. "Is everything ready, then?" Billy Bo nodded. "Aye. That it is. All of Shag-end is to be left to him." The Grand Dalf nodded. "And the Bong?"
Billy Bo looked at him confusedly, then nodded towards the mantle. "Over there, in the envelope." Billy Bo resumed his voyage toward the door. "Well, old friend, I must be leaving now! Take care, and keep a watchful eye on Boone, will you?" At that, he strode away.
The Grand Dalf looked towards the mantle, and frowned. "Billy Bo..." The golden-fro'd Frobbit looked over his shoulder, an thick eyebrow raised. "Aye?" "It's not here." Billy Bo stopped in sudden silence. The Grand Dalf waited patiently, the beginnings of some unidentified anxiety building inside.
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Post by egyptiandong on Aug 24, 2009 8:18:41 GMT -5
YES finally it continues well done.
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Post by Viking Dong on Aug 24, 2009 9:02:20 GMT -5
Toitr brah! Boone will live on!
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Post by sascrotch on Aug 24, 2009 12:19:57 GMT -5
was there ever a doubt?
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Post by Viking Dong on Aug 24, 2009 16:01:23 GMT -5
Well, this is like the first post on it in almost a year, so.....
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Post by Conan Dong on Aug 25, 2009 10:37:51 GMT -5
In geological terms that's not but a micro-second!
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 1, 2009 7:47:56 GMT -5
Billy Bo looked at The Grand Dalf in pure, unforced bewilderment. "I could have sworn I..." He stopped in mid-sentence as he subconsciously felt his pocket where he had kept the bong. "That's odd..." He pulled it out, and held it in his hand, looking at it with a new-found interest.
"Billy Bo, may I?" The Grand Dalf held out a slightly wrinkled hand. "Yes, yes, of course..." But Billy Bo made no move whatsoever to surrender the golden apparatus. "I... I think I'll hold on to it a bit longer," he said, after a few seconds of deliberation. "No, Billy Bo, I think you should give it to Boone." His voice began to take on a harder edge. The wizard looked at Billy Bo carefully, studying his demeanor. A flutter of anxiety passed through him inwardly. Cautiously, he reached his hand toward the bong. Billy Bo curled his lips in a silent snarl, and pulled it back hastily. He glared at his friends with eyes that were suddenly not his own. He turned around with hunched shoulders, and stroked the bong, and muttered, "You are mine... mine... my bodacious..."
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 2, 2009 7:20:07 GMT -5
The Grand Dalf mentally flinched. "It has been called that before, Billy Bo." The frobbit turned around quickly - almost too quickly, even for frobbit standards - and glared at the tall, imposing wizard. "It's mine, do you understand me? It's mine, all mine!" snarled the frobbit, his golden afro-hairs suddenly seeming to quiver. The silent words formed on his lips: my bodacious. "You can't take it from me, it belongs to me, it came to me!" He stood on his tip toes and raised his fists as one would to engage in a bout of fisticuffs, his teeth bared. The Grand Dalf straightened his tall self, smoothed his moustachios, and spoke in a whisper that seemed to fill the entire room, "Do not take me for some simple trickster, Billy Bo." His voice was perfectly even, but beneath it was rife with menace. The lights in the low room dimmed, all the candle flames coming to a complete standstill. The omnipresent, low-hanging cloud of weedsmoke dissipated, and was gone. It was as if the world decided to slow down. The Grand Dalf radiated an invisible aura of incomprehensible power. He locked eyes with Billy Bo's for only a second, and then the frobbit suddenly gave a shudder, and then seemingly collapsed into the nearest chair.
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Post by sascrotch on Sept 7, 2009 18:19:13 GMT -5
epic
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 7, 2009 19:10:57 GMT -5
With moar to come, my good lad. I still haven't posted a really long addition yet, that'll be later, I'm still trying to get into the hang of it lol.
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 9, 2009 7:04:16 GMT -5
Billy Bo suddenly wept, and the mysterious powers vanished. The Grand Dalf's eyes softened.
Billy Bo got up and embraced The Grand Dalf. "My old friend, I'm terribly sorry. I do not know what has come over me." He paused, drawing a trembling breath. "The bong will of course go to Boone. Who else? I do not need it." With that, he handed over the bong to his tall companion.
Billy Bo's mood was suddenly lighter, and he began whistling, gathering up his pack and grabbing a fine-crafted walking stick, but not before stuffing a bulging bag of fine Cabashi into his coatpocket. "Farewell, my friend! Keep an eye on Boone, will you?" "Farewell, Billy Bo. I'll keep all three eyes on him when I can spare them," he chuckled. Billy Bo heartily chuckled as well. Humming, Billy Bo departed on his journey towards the Elves.
As The Grand Dalf watched him go, his eyes saddened. "I only wish you could have your happy ending, Billy Bo. But all is not right with the world." He stared down in grim determination at the sleek, golden smoking apparatus in his hand, and went back inside to wait for Boone.
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Post by egyptiandong on Sept 11, 2009 8:40:34 GMT -5
Badass.
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 11, 2009 9:51:22 GMT -5
Thx lad.
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Post by Viking Dong on Sept 14, 2009 9:42:30 GMT -5
Boone bust in, and shouted, "Billy Bo!" He glanced around the darkened lobby of Shag-End, looking for any sign of his uncle. What he found instead was The Grand Dalf, who sat in a chair in front of the fireplace, his back towards him.
"Where's Billy Bo...?" Boone asked quietly. Before he could get a reply, he said, "No, wait. He's left, hasn't he." It wasn't a question. The Grand Dalf gave the barest of nods. "He's gone to be with the Elves, Boone. Fret not, for he will undoubtedly smoke the finest Lashabi buds while he's there." He then turned around and grinned around the pipe stem in his mouth, and winked. "He said he'd send some back for you, Boone." Boone smiled, but it was only half-hearted. He always knew that his uncle would leave sometime, but never in this manner. The Grand Dalf noticed Boone's dark mood. "Shag-End is now all yours, lad. Here." The Grand Dalf stood up, walked over, and gave the young Frobbit the bong. "He also left you this." Boone marvelled at it; he had admired the object the moment he first saw it. Then a question came to him, and he asked his tall friend, "Wait... how come Billy Bo never smoked it? And I almost thought I saw him take it out tonight....-" Boone suddenly yelped it discovery. "Grand Dalf! You don't mean to tell me the bong can...?" The Grand Dalf nodded. "Indeed, Boone." But then he leaned close and gripped his shoulder. "Boone, you mustn't smoke this. There is something foul afoot with this bong." Boone gave his acquiescence. "I'm afraid I must take my leave as well, I have some questions that need answering," he said. The Frobbit's eyes widened in even more surprise. "But you've only just arrived! Stay, we have not even smoked together yet!" The Grand Dalf shook his head in regret. "Another time, my young friend. I shall be back soon." He began to leave, then turned towards Boone. "Keep it secret. Keep it safe." He then left.
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Post by Conan Dong on Sept 15, 2009 11:10:06 GMT -5
The sheer epicness that this thread excretes is enough to slay a wildebeest from nigh three leagues.
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