Post by Garland Von Clossen on May 11, 2011 23:45:57 GMT -5
"I am the law..."
Garland's pulled hard on his gauntlets, his fingers flexing and adjusting to fit. Pleased with how well it turned out, he turned his attention to his boots. Snapping the metal clasp in place, he continued speaking to himself.
"I am justice..."
Standing up, clanking as he did so, Garland picked up the rusted claymore that lay on the counter. Bouncing the weapon up and down in his hands, a smirk grew on the lightly bearded face. It was time. Time to prove to the world... Rushing to the door, a heavy metal boot kicked it in, the hinges flying off, along with part of the door frame. The large sword swung through the air, flakes of old iron leaving a trail. The blade fell hard on the ground, ringing loudly. The ancient material groaned in retaliation.
In the hall stood a man covered in pots and pans. Lashed to his legs with string of various color, Garland stood up straight, heaving the sword over his shoulder, clanging as he did so. Lids were placed on his shoulders as pauldrons and a curiously small stove for a helmet. This stove was a wooden stove, used for the obscenely small familiars or children. It made a perfect full helm, visor included.
"Tally ho, villains!" Garland shouted using one hand to easily point his Rusted Great Sword of Tetanus +1 down the hall. "Think you shall escape me this day! Nay! I will hunt you down and find out what evil you're doing!"
And then Garland ran.
This was no ordinary run. This was a noise, shouty, clanky run. The cookware announced it's presence where ever he went. The call to justice rang out, sounding similar to phrases such as "I will slay evil!", "I will conquer your darkness!", and "My foot is the law of the land and your arse is the bandits and I'm gonna kick your evil butts until you yield before my law, power, and goodness or else there will be more fighting which will result in bloodshed of innocents and your ultimate demise!"
Turning a sharp corner, Garland took a steady stance at the end of the hallway. Both hands on his blade, he held it before him, ready to fight. And lucky for him, there happened to be someone in this hallway. "CEASE AND DECEASE!" Garland shouted, moving his visor aside, ash covering his face and beard, leftovers from it's intended use. "Be you a being of dark, vile ickiness, or be you someone who can help purge the tyranny and such from the kingdom!?"
Play time has begun.
Garland's pulled hard on his gauntlets, his fingers flexing and adjusting to fit. Pleased with how well it turned out, he turned his attention to his boots. Snapping the metal clasp in place, he continued speaking to himself.
"I am justice..."
Standing up, clanking as he did so, Garland picked up the rusted claymore that lay on the counter. Bouncing the weapon up and down in his hands, a smirk grew on the lightly bearded face. It was time. Time to prove to the world... Rushing to the door, a heavy metal boot kicked it in, the hinges flying off, along with part of the door frame. The large sword swung through the air, flakes of old iron leaving a trail. The blade fell hard on the ground, ringing loudly. The ancient material groaned in retaliation.
In the hall stood a man covered in pots and pans. Lashed to his legs with string of various color, Garland stood up straight, heaving the sword over his shoulder, clanging as he did so. Lids were placed on his shoulders as pauldrons and a curiously small stove for a helmet. This stove was a wooden stove, used for the obscenely small familiars or children. It made a perfect full helm, visor included.
"Tally ho, villains!" Garland shouted using one hand to easily point his Rusted Great Sword of Tetanus +1 down the hall. "Think you shall escape me this day! Nay! I will hunt you down and find out what evil you're doing!"
And then Garland ran.
This was no ordinary run. This was a noise, shouty, clanky run. The cookware announced it's presence where ever he went. The call to justice rang out, sounding similar to phrases such as "I will slay evil!", "I will conquer your darkness!", and "My foot is the law of the land and your arse is the bandits and I'm gonna kick your evil butts until you yield before my law, power, and goodness or else there will be more fighting which will result in bloodshed of innocents and your ultimate demise!"
Turning a sharp corner, Garland took a steady stance at the end of the hallway. Both hands on his blade, he held it before him, ready to fight. And lucky for him, there happened to be someone in this hallway. "CEASE AND DECEASE!" Garland shouted, moving his visor aside, ash covering his face and beard, leftovers from it's intended use. "Be you a being of dark, vile ickiness, or be you someone who can help purge the tyranny and such from the kingdom!?"
Play time has begun.
