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ASHLEG'S HORDE

Started by Ashleg, February 19, 2016, 02:21:48 AM

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What IS this place?

A true treasure trove.
The ocean.
I like running.

Ashleg

Fight me, anonymous! >:0

Hickory

Quote from: Jukka the Sling on February 24, 2016, 12:23:32 AM
Quote from: Anonymous on February 24, 2016, 12:08:23 AM
* Anonymous dodges.

Impersonating me, are you? Tsk tsk. Shall we work together to destroy this horde?
OH MY GOODNESS.  I KNOW THAT'S YOU, GRODDIL.

GUYS, I FOUND A LOOPHOLE IN THE SYSTEM!!!  When I was looking at Recent Posts, it explicitly said that this post was made by Groddil, and it had the little ghost dude next to his name!
Also, Groddil's the only one who does the red-text action thing.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Jukka the Sling

Mm.

I got proof!

Spoiler
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"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~J.R.R. Tolkien

Anonymous

* Anonymous sighs with regret.

Falsehoods and accusations. I am not Groddil, for I am...

LIDDORG!!!

* Liddorg casts off bedsheet disguise.

MWAHAHAHAAAAa!

Ashleg


Groddil

* Liddorg Attacks Ashleg with a deflated squeaky hammer.

Ashleg

* Ashleg sends an army of whales to defeat Liddorg

Groddil

* Liddorg summons an army of whaling ships.

"Pitiful."

* Liddorg attacks Ashleg with bad-quality Redwall merchandise.

Lady Ashenwyte

Hello, Liddorg. It's Emperor Ashenwyte here.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Groddil

Hello, Emperor Ashenwyte. I presume you are here to suggest an alliance?

Lady Ashenwyte

Indeed. Where is the good Tsar? I must have missed him on my way here.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Ashleg

* Ashleg leaps out of a bush

Do you mean meeee?

Groddil

He means Tsar Vladimir Groddil, from War in 1700. Unfortunately, the Tsar is not here, neither is Shwitz. The Swiss stole my name, and that is unfortunate. He too must die. But first, another issue to address.

* Liddorg drowns Ashleg in iced coffee.

Lady Ashenwyte

*Takes over the shoppe* THIS IS THE EMPEROR'S SHOPPE NOW.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Groddil

* Liddorg explodes

* Groddil emerges from the chunks of Liddorg.

"DON'T...TOUCH...MY...SHOPPE!!!

* Groddil destroys Ashenwyte.