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Hogo -> RE: Man's ineptitude and ignorance.. (11/24/2010 18:55:46)
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My Welcomegiving entries, I wanted to have them some place safe so I thought, "what better place than here!" :)
When wondering how to welcome a welcomegiving,
slurp slimed slime potatoes stupendously, and continously,
so too consuming canned cranbatty, carefully sitting.
Take time to timidly tie the Turducken loose,
or you'll surely see a chocolate moose,
taking the Turkeylime; Pie on the table,
jealously jesting the Jellatinous Cube.
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Zum fum feast stupendium,
Yum yum has just begun.
Hum hum the turkey drum,
Dum tum a hoggish sum.
Hum hum a marshy tongue,
Tum mum a wonderful rum.
Hum hum our consumption.
Yum yum is almost done.
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Mary MacDoodle walked out of the bank, she had just withdrawn an unsurpassed amount of gold and was going to spend it on some luscious ingredients for her intimate Welcomegiving dinner. She was a bombshell of a mage with golden locks flowing down her back down to her bosom. She was spectacularly dressed in a long dark blue dress that sparkled like stars in the twilight. She was a blessing to the eye but an eyesore at heart as she had no friends nor family with which to share this celebratious time.
She walked through Falconreach square, daydreaming of the scrumptious meal which she was going to splurge on. "Squish" was the sound she heard as she reached Serenity's Inn, the premier mercantile distributor of fresh meats and groceries. She looked down at her shoes, pumps which she had purchased on a previously celebratious occasion but had never had the chance to wear, the curse of the ill-content. On the ground was a greyish mass of what appeared to be potatoes, mashed lightly with butter and parsley. "How strange... I wonder who spilled this here-- Hmmm, perhaps I will make that as well" she thought, drawing a slight smile upon her freckled face. She then drew open the door to Serenity's Inn and was greeted, not by warmth and cheers of good tidings but a stench of decay and a harrowing whistling. "Must be the wind." She figured, "but where is everyone, there are always guests and heroes here..." No sooner had she finished the thought when a shadow jumped out of a corner towards her. It shut the door with a banged and threw her into the room. As she flew through the air she incanted a piece of gold to glow brightly, illuminating the room. As she landed she saw him, a tall warrior with the head of an eagle, no doubt a helm but explicable nonetheless.
He had wings that appeared to burn in the illumination and a large and black blade that seemed to pulse with evil. Her instincts bade her to call forth a Tenshii, an angelic being that would banish all evil. He turned and with a single notion made her instil her fears, he would her no harm but only to save her from other perils. In the afterglow of the illumination she could see a face underneath the helm, a kind face but one of worry.
"They are out there", he said, not even looking at her.
"Who is?", she asked queriously.
"The monsters brought forth under the welcomegiving feast."
"The monsters? From the Welcomegiving feast? What are you talking about?", she asked, becoming slightly infuriated at his responses.
"Dr. Voltabolt's machine malfunctioned and spewed out a bunch of monsters. The heroes of Lore are currently fighting them outside of the town." He said with a hint of grief.
"The heroes are-- Then what are you doing? Hiding? Surely you are a hero as well..."
"Indeed. However, I have a mission far more important than engaging in lesser culinary delights"
"How so?", she asked instantly intrigued.
"The great turducken", he said stoically.
"The great turducken...? Wasn't that defeated last year at Thankstaking?" she uttered disbelievingly.
"Indeed. However, a necromancer revived it to make it seem as though there was a reason for this gastronomic mess."
"And there isn't?"
"There is indeed. The necromancer aims to infiltrate the guardian tower while the guardians are distracted..."
"Seriously?", she asked somewhat mistrustingly.
"Yes, very seriously. It seems he aims to get into the guardian tower basement."
"For what?" she said, finally rising from the floor, he was still solidified at the door peering out of a window.
"I am not sure."
"Well then let's go!"
"Go where?"
"To the tower! To stop the necromancer!"
He looked at her dubiously and smiled, "Now why would you want to help me do that? You don't even know my name! I could be the necromancer for all you know..."
She cut him off, "My name's Mary, what's yours?" He turned towards her and grinned, "Sir Puffalot, nice to make your acquaintance."
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