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Post by Viking Dong on Oct 15, 2009 18:29:46 GMT -5
Ov course.
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Post by Viking Dong on Oct 16, 2009 9:27:14 GMT -5
Boone's heart surged as the Grand Dalf made his appearance known.
"Grand Dalf, don't scare me like that! It's been a hell of a night!"
The Grand Dalf held Boone's shoulder tightly and spoke urgently. "Please, tell me that you have kept it both secret and safe!"
Boone shrugged off the wizard's grip. "Relax, man! No one knows it's here, I haven't told anyone." The Grand Dalf visibly relaxed, as if letting a mountain slide off of his shoulders.
Boone continued, "Like I said, no one knows that I have a WHOLE first crop of Lambishi in the cellars! It's gonna be the best kept secret in all of Frobbition when the harvest celebration comes!!!"
The Grand Dalf tensed up once again, glaring furiously at Boone.
"That's not what I meant, Boone!" he roared, shaking his staff at the young, obviously blitzed Frobbit.
Boone wilted under his gaze, and sobered up somewhat after he saw what he thought was lightning crackles forming around his friend's eyes.
"I mean Billy Bo's bong, my friend. Do you have it still?" The Grand Dalf calmed, but still held his gaze steady.
The young Frobbit concentrated hard, focusing on the ground in front of him, trying to remember all of Billy Bo's bongs that he had smoked in his life. His eyes flashed open in revelation, and pulled out a long, wooden, smoking apparatus in the shape of a phallus, ornately carved and decorated with emeralds. "This one? I dunno why Billy Bo ever had this, but I remember one time-"
The Grand Dalf, in rage, slapped it from his hand, and, as if from no where, a good amount of water was dumped over Boone's head.
He yelped, soaked head to foot.
"What was that for!!!!" screamed the Frobbit.
"Boone, I speak of the bong I gave to you the night I left, on Billy Bo's birthday party! DO YOU HAVE THE BONG!!!"
Sobered up enough finally, true recognition came to Boone's eyes. He rushed back to his room, dug into a seemingly ordinary chest, with scrolls and papers and other more-than-likely-important documents flying everywhere. Finally, he took a simple looking pouch, pulled out the simple yet stylish, golden bong, and handed to the Grand Dalf.
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Post by sascrotch on Oct 16, 2009 19:47:30 GMT -5
MOAR
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Post by Conan Dong on Oct 18, 2009 21:08:52 GMT -5
MOAB!!!
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Post by egyptiandong on Oct 21, 2009 11:09:20 GMT -5
MOABI!!!
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Post by Viking Dong on Oct 21, 2009 14:41:30 GMT -5
Well spoken, lad!
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Sparks reared up from the blazing hearth as the Grand Dalf stoically tossed the bong into the flames. Boone stared dumbly, and then exclaimed, "Grand Dalf!!! It will melt!!"
Boone rushed towards the fireplace but a wiry yet firm arm stopped him in his tracks. Boone looked bewildered at the Grand Dalf.
After a minute of both of them staring at the flames, the Grand Dalf grabbed some pincers and pulled out the bong. "Hold out your hand, Boone. Believe me, it will be quite cool." The young Frobbit obeyed, and involuntarily flinched when the bong was dropped into his hand. The bong was room temperature.
"How...?" Boone started to ask. The Grand Dalf cut him short.
"Tell me, do you see any markings, Boone?" The young Frobbit focused intently on the bong. Nothing. Nothing. Still nothing.
"I see nothing, Grand Dalf. Nothing."
The Grand Dalf sighed, and turned back towards the fire. "It is nothing, Boone. I merely had some sus--"
"Wait!!"
The Grand Dalf tensed, and slowly turned back towards the frobbit.
"There's... some strange markings. I, I cannot read them." The Grand Dalf slowly closed his eyes.
"There are few who can, Boone. It is in the language of Moardoor. To speak it would be to bring death to any mortal who heard it."
Boone looked incredulously at the bong.
"There are translations, however. I will not speak it all to you, not yet. But the essence of it is this: One bong to stone them all, and in the darkness... BLITZ THEM!!"
Boone yelped in terror.
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Post by egyptiandong on Oct 21, 2009 16:58:55 GMT -5
LOL Hilariouse
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Post by Conan Dong on Oct 21, 2009 20:31:07 GMT -5
*standing ovation*
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Post by sascrotch on Oct 28, 2009 7:50:00 GMT -5
blitz ftw
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 2, 2009 10:48:59 GMT -5
"Well... we can hide it! We'lll put it in a place that no one will ever look! I know where Finnigan Bootheel stashed some Habbash last Christmas, he died in a smelting accident last Fall, and I'm the only who knows where it's at! We'll never tell anyone and that will be that. No one knows where it is, right?" Boone rushed all that out.
The Grand Dalf stared at him, and looked away, frowning. Boone raised an eyebrow, suddenly deathly sober.
"...right, Grand Dalf?"
"I'm afraid not, Boone. There is one other."
Boone's eyes widened in terror.
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Post by egyptiandong on Nov 2, 2009 15:57:29 GMT -5
Kind of short but I can see I like it.
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Post by drphildong on Nov 9, 2009 15:31:41 GMT -5
Bravo...Bravo...*clapping*
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 9, 2009 16:19:02 GMT -5
Thankee.
Will continue soon.
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 9, 2009 16:26:08 GMT -5
you better...
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 12, 2009 20:58:21 GMT -5
Lol at Dr. Phill's suggestion I might try and actually finish the whole Fellowship of the Bong over xmas break.
I'll have plenty of time lol.
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