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LordAsriel

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Garbage Fort

Level:
17

Total kills:
378,946

Birthday:
May 20th 1991

The Lord's Return

Mood:MMMWAAHAHAHA
Type:Story
Added:February 24th 2007, 07:39:06
Visits:1422
Series:[ Philophosea Chronicles ]
Rating:4.5/5 (Votes: 2)

Description:
How come there is a depressive mood but not a maniac mood?

Well, MMMWAAHAHAHA does make a good alternative.

The Lord stopped next to one of the several Garbage Trees that covered the hills in Philophosea. He was but a dark figure in the night, and not even the slaves on the top of his Garbage Fort would have noticed his approaching. Normally he would have tried to surprise them in their incompetence, but that night he just wasn't in the mood for it. He sighed and continued to the Fort's main gates. Being so, the slaves did notice him and sent one of them to have the gates open for their Lord. The Lord nodded at his slaves and went right to his study on the central tower of the Fort, as the gates closed behind him and his slaves returned to their security posts. The Lord left his boots at his study's door and threw dry coat and umbrella over a couch. He then walked to the balcony and watched over his Garbage Fort.

This Fort had been made in great part out of the material aviable in the surroundings. 'When life gives you Garbage Trees, make a Garbage Fort.' goes the saying, and so a wandering Lord abandoned on these lands could manage to build this amazing structure. This hadn't happened, however, without many days of sleeping at Garbage Trees' branches, hoping they would secure him from the troll's arse, the one without name, or even the one sheep, all of them known to vague through the region now and then. The Fort was soon finished, however, after the summon of the Lord's slaves, who later occupied security and maintenance posts inside it.

The entire Fort had been built around a single Garbage Tree, conveniently ubicated below the central tower, with a single circular balcony surrounding it at the height of the Lord's study. It had then a square wall perimeter with four towers in the four corners, each tower posed at an ordinal direction from the central tower so that each wall was at a cardinal direction from said. The main gate was ubicated in the middle of the North Wall, though they were many cautiously guarded passages only known by the Lord and his most important slaves. The Lord had been living there since then, making regular journeys to other regions.

That night the Lord bent over the balcony's railing and looked down to his slaves working. He started walking around the balcony looking at each tower with its correspondent crossbow guard. He stared at Philophosea hills and garbage trees. Down there a herd of dragon creatures vagued with no course, probably monitored by the slave shepherd, being dragon meat the most reliable slave food. It was all working well, nothing out of place. The Lord sighed again, sat at his desk and with a sheet of paper and his personal fountain pen started writing an entry in his diary with the day's facts. They weren't many, as his visit south had proven quite fruitless. He left the sheet to dry and walked to the balcony again, sulky. This deal of inactivity was certainly annoying.

He sought the horizon, looking for anything out of his monotony, but there was nothing as such. He was about to sigh for the third time that night and get ready to meet bed when a cold breeze covered his face. The Lord smiled, surprised. If that was what he thought it was then his spirit would find some motion. For it was the Rain that came arduous above the hills. He entered the study and shouted for one of his slaves and when it arrived not ten seconds later he asked it for a cup of tea and a tray of biscuits. 'Earl Grey?' his slave asked him, though it was pointless... 'No other' was the Lord's answer, as it had been every single time. The slave went out and came back in no more than a minute. The Lord's habits were well known.

The Lord began drinking his tea as the first rain drops could be heard over the tower's roof. He enjoyed his small supper and walked to the balcony yet again. Rain was beginning to get heavy and with the first thunder the Lord's guffaw could be heard from all of his Fort. He turned back possessed-like, took coat and umbrella from the couch and put his coat on as well as his boots. He ran down the stairs and got out to the field through one of the East passages. He ran and ran until reaching a particularly big garbage tree. By then the rain had become a powerful storm, which did not but provoke another guffaw from the Lord, louder if possible than the previous one, and it reached the entire country. The Lord then turned around and disappeared from Philosophea borders. His third guffaw could be heard brought by the wind as he walked away to secret regions by means unknown.

muddasheep
February 24th 2007, 10:30:07
As the sheep was sleeping soundly in its bed of wool, a sudden noise stroke through its dreams. A noise that only at second thought resembled a guffaw, and one the sheep only knew too well. It was Lord's. The sheep stood and unsteadily walked towards the only window of its wooden room, yawning twice. Yes. The sheep knew it was long overdue to finish the lands at its possession. But there were other things that needed its attention. The Land of Garbage Trees had to open another Bottle of Patience. The sheep sighed after hearing the third guffaw, knowing that the rain would stop soon anyway and there was no need to worry about Lord. The sheep closed the window's curtains and moved to bed.

Funnycreature
February 26th 2007, 11:00:42
Erm...good

LordAsriel
February 26th 2007, 22:00:33
Erm... thanks? ^^

Papabushi
March 01st 2007, 03:50:13
My day wouldn't be weird enough without you.

LordAsriel
March 01st 2007, 15:31:13
That's my every day goal, to make others' days weirder. ;)

Funnycreature
March 10th 2007, 21:40:29
Erm..yes

Elkian
April 11th 2009, 22:46:35
o.O

*Er-ror, Er-ror. Brainspace inadequate. Clearing thoughts....*

*BEEP* You have now wipe the [Elkian] Mind Clean. New Orders?


^^ nice job man

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