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Degrassi War; Sample of what's to come (by Dash)
Topic Started: Nov 8 2006, 10:36 PM (808 Views)
thefluffyhamster
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Fourteen days come pass and gone silent, yet the denizens of this clan still came to pay their respects to the great, deceased king. Tomorrow looms as the raven in the darkest night, it's motives and challenges known to none, save the spirits who gave upon the Kingdom themselves.

He and three dozen and six hundred and seven of his greatest warriors rode in, through valiant battle and noble defense of our clan, rode past the last tenor of the tamer, to the hidden third moon from which man nor beast shall e'er depart. Yet, in their noble sacrifice, valiant of heart and strong of will, they were triumphant at last over the sworn enemies, driving them back to the land of Pertene. Year after year after year of death waged across the lands, and it all ended in days spanning four.

Turtle Tamer sent forth their familiars against the monsters of Pokeelbeast tamers, as Sauceror matched wit and magic with Hogwiz. Yet the King's soldiers, in the end, carrying his battered and broken corpse behind them, surveyed the battlefield of broken Disco Bandits and Miniature Recycling Bin Handbag Kung Fu Amphibians, and saw there were no enemies left to oppose them.

"'Victory, thy name is sultry steel,
'Yet thy remains mangled flesh and bone shattered in twine.
'Glorious your dawn and frightful yon night.

'What horror have I wrought to win thy appeal?
'Thy honor ne'er questioned in our nattering mind,
'For in battle, life is then the privilege, born of steel's might.

'Mangled flesh that will not always heal,
'Nightmare which hardly fade with time.
'They linger on well past morn's bright.'"

The ancient poem of his people read, the orator of the ancient poem unclenched his mighty paw, and the anthropomorphic man-tiger warrior let loose the handful of dust and dirt over the view of the bemoaners of the grave. Proud warrior he, for he held the honor of serving with the kingdom of KOL's last and greatest battle. The Kingdom relied on him as much as, no, more so than the King himself.

Proud stood he, his Blade of Noz gripped in his free hand.
Proud stood he, his stone brown eyes as steely as ever.
Proud stood he, the master of the deadly sniper-gun on a string.
Proud stood he, knowing not his destiny was to be cast and set in stone in the days to come.

For his was MTiger, the leader of the Black Dragon Brigade. Sworn Advisor to the King.

His world was changing around him.

"The Family grieves for you in your hour of loss, my friend."

The familiar soprano voice of the head of the Penguin Mafia flowed smoothly from behind the mighty MTiger. It was a voice that subtly commanded you to trust it, though MTiger knew well it hid malicious, un-trustworthy secrets. Mtiger was a mighty beast, half tiger, and half man. His honor and loyalty, as well as his dedication to his clan, had won him admirers and enemies alike. Mostly allies, though.

"I find myself in serious question of the sincerity of this, Don Pygoscelis."

To look at this Don Pygoscelis was mostly to see a penguin, with three notable exceptions. The fact he had hair, which the very elite in his particular business had, the walking cane he didn't need to walk, and the distinctive, authoritative way he held himself. He also sprouted a pencil thin mustache above his very dignified beak.

He seemed to smile, though there's never anyway to tell when a member of the Penguin Mafia is amused or seconds away from ordering your knees to be broken.

"Well, my friend, this will change, in time."

MTiger kept his suspicions of the statement to himself as he gazed upon the Kingdom that had made him it's own.

The Don eyed him, unexpressive. "I'd hate to see such a prosperous relationship dissolve. I doubt you'd much like the result of a scenario, either."

"I would find you hard to know, harder still to trust. What'ore, the ravens may feast on your bones in morrow's dawn, should you continue to threat'n us in such bitter and harsh days."

The Don's eyes flared dangerously, yet he suppressed his anger. "Be careful of your tone, cub. We both know what I'm capable of to those who disrespect me. I come only to honor the death of your King, and our ally, in hopes that such a prosperous relationship may continue."

MTiger turned angrily to face this much smaller visitor. "Lies! The notion that our King would lie in bed with one as yourself offends me. Your presence offends me."

The mafia leader straightened himself up, his beak twisting in a penguin version of a snarl. "Don't you know who I AM, cub?"

"A charlatan. A leader of fools."

"DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! With the slightest gesture, I could break you. We could break your entire Kingdom! And I don't mean this, this collection of misfits you call a Kingdom of KOL, cub."

Mtiger considered roaring, attacking even. But he did, indeed, know who he was dealing with. His precious KOKOL could scarcely avoid a prolonged war with the Penguin Mafia at this point, if the Don was indeed of mind to wage such war.

"But I won't. I won't. I'm a penguin of honor."

"I must apologize for words spoken in haste, Don Pygoscellis."

"You're damned right you're sorry!" The mafia head paused. "Your former King, he knows this. He was a good king, but he asked a lot of his kingdom. And you and I both know, he wasn't above takin' himself some of that off the top."

Mtiger snarled in response, refusing to break eye contact with Pygoscelis.

"You know this, and I know this. He was a good man, but the only way you get to the top with him was bribery. Your possessions line his grave, don't they, cub?"

Mtiger, of course, didn't respond. He looked away from Don Pygosclis, however, knowing the truth of the Don's words.

"And you've paid for his greed, haven't you?"

Mtiger's faith wavered.

"This guy by the name of Izzy Daja. He buyed his way into a better position, like you did. Only him, he turns up with the Pertene army. And what happens? All of a sudden, they know everything you know. One day you nearly got them beat. Next day, you're about to lose. They launch a final attack, and your king dies."

Pygoscelis shrugged.

"Me, I don't care about wars either way. But, and this is the lesson I want you to carry to your grave - he was your King's enemy, so he was our enemy. You did good, but without our help, you'd be the ones crushed, not them. Now listen, and listen really well."

Mtiger didn't break his gaze on the King's Grave.

"I know a lot about your clan here. And I know, in a few days, you'll be leading it."

"Unlikely."

"It's a done deal. I made sure of that. You're a smart man, paisan, and after you ascend to the throne, the first thing you'll do is pay a public token of gratitude to us. Me? I'm not a greedy man. You pay us out of respect, and we let your little . . . operation continue. We're not going to discuss the other possibility, because it isn't going to happen. Your clan'll make out selling what you got in this war. I'd guess about sixty thousand meat."

He walks closer to Mtiger, oblivious to the danger. Because, as he knows, with the backup he has just out of sight, it's no real danger at all.

"Like I said, I'm not a greedy man. You'll sport me a tribune of a third of that. 20,000 meat. If I'm wrong, and you pull in less, you owe me less. Say, a hundred less. Just enough to wet my beak. Do not refuse me."

Mtiger didn't answer, but he knew one thing for a fact. Their trust in Izza Daja had cost them severely. Everything the had ever done for the Kingdom of KOL was likely laced with secret and unknown betrayals.

"One other little warning," the Don said before departing. "You got a nice territory here. Be happy with what you got. Me? I got the lands I need, and I'm not a greedy man. Like the people of Degrossi Knoll. I keep them happy, and safe. Now, I hear a few of them don't like it, and they wanna get your Kingdom's ear. If I were you, I'd make it a point not to listen.

"Congratulations on your promotion, cub. Try to have a good day.

"We'll talk soon."

Don Pygoscellis vanished. It wasn't horribly long after that Milan the courier called MTiger to a fateful meeting with His Fluffiness, Fluffy Hamster, as well as the crown prince, Prince Blahking, to determine the fate of the Kingdom of KOL.

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Interlude

"Hey, tire tosser, you can't toss those tires here! This's body building territory!"

"How dare you call me a tire tosser! I'm a Tirejuggler! Don't disrespect me, muscles for brains!"

"Oh yeah? Well, you don't disrespect me! That's it! I'm gonna press the issue. As in bench press the issue! And by issue, I mean your skull, you - "

"I'm tire'd of your bad puns! Let's do this!"

Such faceoffs between various factions, various gangs in Degrossi Knoll were a way of life. Gnollish children gathered out range of any potential misfires, to watch. You know, like flying weights or tires.

The air hummed peacefully as the tire juggler threw his first attack through the air. Looks like it's a bad year for good years, or something, since the musclebuilder swats it out of the air with a mighty leg weight.

Swats the tire out of the air, not the whole year.

"HA AH!" The Gnollish bodybuilder taunted as he rushed into an attack. "For now I am the winning!"

"You?! Beat me? What a trip!" And with that, he tossed the next tire low, causing the larger Knollish fighter to fall flat on his face. Pressing his advantage, the tire tosser, no weakling himself, found the biggest stack of tires he could, since, ya know, there's stacks of tires laying at all kinds of random places in Degrossi Knoll.

"Looks like the odds are stacked against you, my muscle headed fine unfeathered friend!"

Indeed they were, as were the bad puns. After softening up his ability to resist with a few flying elbow and flying tire drop combinations (COMBO!), he then rendered the bodybuilder unconscious and beat up by dumping the aforementioned giant stack of tires on him.

The girls and, the kids, and an innocent looking Gnollish crossdresser cheered, and the kids took to chanting, "Tire beats muscle! Tire beats muscle!"

And really, can you blame them? They're right, ya know? Yet, this festive occasion was about to be interrupted. By the sound of clanckering shields.

"Oh no!"

"It's the Knob Goblins again!"

"They're destroy us all!"

"Pies! Pies! Get your delicious pies!"

"We've got to get out of here, soon!"

"Yes, immediately after some additional exposition!"

"They've come from the Knob Goblin labs to steal our women for their evil Harem!"

"Shut up, yous!" With that, the guard threw his mighty shield, forcing all who opposed his mighty shield to yield. And all those who didn't. Also, he killed an Elfvis impersonator.

"Heh, brothers, this tire juggling idiot would dare to oppose us?! What's up with that junk?!"

The tire tosser stood tall and proud. "You Knobs don't belong here! This ain't Knob country! This's Knollish country! Even if they do sound vaguely similar, that's no excuse to plunder our villages and steal our women! Or maybe it is technically an excuse, but it's not a very good one!"

The three guards looked at each other and shrugged. "Plunder their land and steal their women and booze?! Great idea!" The others agreed. "And here, we'd just come to take you and your friend for illicit secret experiments! Let's go!"

"Hey's there! You's there! There's a tax on this land. A PENGUIN TAX!"

With that, a lone penguin mafia member suddenly kneecapped the guard from behind, rendering him limp. Limp legged, not limp bisquicked.

The sole, very dangerous penguin mafia member then turned. "And that goes fors all of yous!"

The others turned, as this was rapidly becoming a three way fight. "Knob Goblin ain't gonna never back down before no lowly Penguins! We'll destroy Degrassi Knoll before we give it up!"

Somewhere, in the distance, a Gnollish baby desperately cried in the night.

Also- DOOOOOOOM!!



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The King was Dead. Long may King MTiger rule.

There was much politics bated around, yet in the end, the mightiest name in the kingdom stood behind the mightiest name- MTiger. Good food, spoils for the winners, talk of the war, the lost heroes, and the surviving warriors ringed the nights and days.

Suzie from the animal arena came down to show off her latest baby Familiars, and the best food and drink the Kingdom could afford were brought. Mouth watering butter& noodles with hippie cheese, barbecued lamb, pizzas of every possible variety known through out the Kingdom (four), and a pretty sweet selection of booze and sweets to go with it.

Good friends and dancing. The King didn't dance, but he did spot several new faces in the crowd, including a couple of girls dancing dangerously close together. He later learned they were just sisters.

Potential recruits, he figured. KOKOL was going to need new blood. They'd been working hard to make the clan sound attractive the past week, starting a day after the major battle. Despite the wounded, the weeping relatives, and the typical day to day chaos, the clan took eagerly to Mtiger's impassioned rallies and promises. He saw a new day for the KOKOL, one which the people were put above the leader's sometimes selfish needs. Where the clan was as much about those who would sacrifice and follow as those who would seize the power to lead.

It went on to get a fair bit of attention, too. The dancing sisters, a flashy swordsman, and even the bartender all seemed interested in committing themselves to the Kingdom of KOL. Ya know, among others. Plus there were still some really groovy individuals left over from the previous reign.

"Hail ye, hail ye! The royal announcement has been made! Heed it, all!"

The royal announcement went out in paper form. Forget saving a tree.

"Beloved Kingdom.

"With one proud eye on the kingdom and the other firmly on the future we reach for, it's about time we got off our butts and kicked some ass.

'Indeed, kingdom, the day comes hither when we begin to rebuild what has been damaged, and build anew upon the shattered foundations of war. With our newly appointed King, Mtiger, now in charge, we've called in some favors for some easy money.

"The King, unfamiliar with this term until explained, has indeed found us a cause both noble and profitable. Those bold adventurers, daring of mind and body, may wish to find their way to either the King, The Military Advisor, the Prince, or any of the newly reformed "King's Guards" for further details.

"We'll be investigating the strained relationships between the various factions of the noble village of Degrossi Knoll. Find out what smells so rank down there. *Ahem* Pardon the Prince's interruption. Hmph. We'll be on a quest to defend the locals of Degrossi Knoll from any uninvited intrusions such as ourselves, using force on such adventurers when, if and only IF such actions are dictated as nessicerily by our clause and contract.

"The Kingdom has secured exclusive rights to perform such trivial and uneventful tasks at a fee lower than what was to initially be offered. However, in exchange for our lower fee, no competitive bids are being considered. Those wishing to participate in this endeavor MUST speak to one of those above before investigating. It's a politically sensitive matter, my people.

"Those who try to participate without this sensitive information will be doing so at their own risk, without compensation from either us or Degrossi Knoll, and at the risk of punishment from either and any such sources.

"In other words, clanmates, don't risk being a screwup. Talk to us first.

"Signed- King MTiger, Prince of Cooless BlahKing, and the new military advisor to the King.

"Notes: All first person references in the original document have been edited to third person for clarity"

This information was distributed quite publicly. The more interesting information would not be made quite so public. . .

TBC.
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