Long before any of you were born, a feared warlord had invaded a distant and peaceful land, slaying many different races and creatures on his deadly path of destruction. There were none who could stop him; the bravest and most skilled knights all fell under his mighty blade and his army.
Then, rather suddenly, he went silent, and was not seen again for a while.
Enter Kori, one of the characters of this story. If you have read anything about him in his profile, you will come to the realization that he is a klepto in every sense of the word. He's so klepto, in fact, that he specifically went out and stole a famous relic simply because it was shiny.
However, Kori has accidentally released an ancient demon on the land. This demon has come straight from the abyss and is intent on destroying the world. It is already doing so... With the help of our dear friend the warlord.
Now the warlord's minions are everywhere, villages and kingdoms are being overrun, all because of a small, shiny object.
Kori has no idea what he's done, but he's starting to get the idea. The only way he can really make things normal again is if he returns the relic to its original position; if he does that, the demon will have no choice but to return.
The problem is getting there alive. It's a long journey for one small and easily distracted hobbit.
That is where you come in.
Kori sidled down the road, a small traveling pack on his back full of everything he needed to live off the land for a few days until he reached the next town. He seemed pretty happy and carefree for someone living during the "end of the world", as people were now calling it.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the minions of the warlord sneaking up behind him, seeing him as an easy target that may have some valuables on him.
Then, rather suddenly, he went silent, and was not seen again for a while.
Enter Kori, one of the characters of this story. If you have read anything about him in his profile, you will come to the realization that he is a klepto in every sense of the word. He's so klepto, in fact, that he specifically went out and stole a famous relic simply because it was shiny.
However, Kori has accidentally released an ancient demon on the land. This demon has come straight from the abyss and is intent on destroying the world. It is already doing so... With the help of our dear friend the warlord.
Now the warlord's minions are everywhere, villages and kingdoms are being overrun, all because of a small, shiny object.
Kori has no idea what he's done, but he's starting to get the idea. The only way he can really make things normal again is if he returns the relic to its original position; if he does that, the demon will have no choice but to return.
The problem is getting there alive. It's a long journey for one small and easily distracted hobbit.
That is where you come in.
Kori sidled down the road, a small traveling pack on his back full of everything he needed to live off the land for a few days until he reached the next town. He seemed pretty happy and carefree for someone living during the "end of the world", as people were now calling it.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the minions of the warlord sneaking up behind him, seeing him as an easy target that may have some valuables on him.
Long before any of you were born, a feared warlord had invaded a distant and peaceful land, slaying many different races and creatures on his deadly path of destruction. There were none who could stop him; the bravest and most skilled knights all fell under his mighty blade and his army.
Then, rather suddenly, he went silent, and was not seen again for a while.
Enter Kori, one of the characters of this story. If you have read anything about him in his profile, you will come to the realization that he is a klepto in every sense of the word. He's so klepto, in fact, that he specifically went out and stole a famous relic simply because it was shiny.
However, Kori has accidentally released an ancient demon on the land. This demon has come straight from the abyss and is intent on destroying the world. It is already doing so... With the help of our dear friend the warlord.
Now the warlord's minions are everywhere, villages and kingdoms are being overrun, all because of a small, shiny object.
Kori has no idea what he's done, but he's starting to get the idea. The only way he can really make things normal again is if he returns the relic to its original position; if he does that, the demon will have no choice but to return.
The problem is getting there alive. It's a long journey for one small and easily distracted hobbit.
That is where you come in.
Kori sidled down the road, a small traveling pack on his back full of everything he needed to live off the land for a few days until he reached the next town. He seemed pretty happy and carefree for someone living during the "end of the world", as people were now calling it.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the minions of the warlord sneaking up behind him, seeing him as an easy target that may have some valuables on him.
Then, rather suddenly, he went silent, and was not seen again for a while.
Enter Kori, one of the characters of this story. If you have read anything about him in his profile, you will come to the realization that he is a klepto in every sense of the word. He's so klepto, in fact, that he specifically went out and stole a famous relic simply because it was shiny.
However, Kori has accidentally released an ancient demon on the land. This demon has come straight from the abyss and is intent on destroying the world. It is already doing so... With the help of our dear friend the warlord.
Now the warlord's minions are everywhere, villages and kingdoms are being overrun, all because of a small, shiny object.
Kori has no idea what he's done, but he's starting to get the idea. The only way he can really make things normal again is if he returns the relic to its original position; if he does that, the demon will have no choice but to return.
The problem is getting there alive. It's a long journey for one small and easily distracted hobbit.
That is where you come in.
Kori sidled down the road, a small traveling pack on his back full of everything he needed to live off the land for a few days until he reached the next town. He seemed pretty happy and carefree for someone living during the "end of the world", as people were now calling it.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the minions of the warlord sneaking up behind him, seeing him as an easy target that may have some valuables on him.
A man noticed the minions and raced down to save the person on the road. "Watch out sir!" The man drew a cutlass from his thigh and charged one of the minions catching them off guard. "Do you fight sir?" He threw the man a rusty short sword. "If you can," He grunt as he stuck is cutlass in one of the minions throat. "I would love some assistance." A minion came up behind the man and Falen twirled around and kicked the minion in the gut the hit him on the top of the head with the hilt of the sword. He pulled a dagger and threw it at a minion that was closing in on the man. "Come on then. Fight!"
Kori jumped, startled out of his thoughts. He whirled, unsheathing his knife, and almost got bonked on the head with the rusty sword.
"Ooh yay! Violence!" he said happily before launching himself into the fray.
Kori was a master of chaos. He seemed to be everywhere at once; first here stomping on toes, then there kicking shins, then somewhere else tickling someone with his knife. His attacks were random and confusing, and he was small and fast enough to get in and out without any harm to himself.
He was quite enjoying this.
"Ooh yay! Violence!" he said happily before launching himself into the fray.
Kori was a master of chaos. He seemed to be everywhere at once; first here stomping on toes, then there kicking shins, then somewhere else tickling someone with his knife. His attacks were random and confusing, and he was small and fast enough to get in and out without any harm to himself.
He was quite enjoying this.
"What the hell are you doing?" He shoved the hobbit out of the way of his cutlass the hobbit almost ran into. He did a twirl and sliced two minions neck's. "Stay behind me and get those on the right!" He pulled out a flintlock pistol and shot minion close to him. "Like the fancy new tech?" He grinned at the pistol.
Kori flinched at the loud bang of the gun, covering his sensitive, pointed hobbit ears.
"Dang, that's loud!" he commented, dodging a swing from one of the minions and kicking him in the shin. "Geez!"
"Dang, that's loud!" he commented, dodging a swing from one of the minions and kicking him in the shin. "Geez!"
"The dwarves made it." He spun around and shot it again, killed two with the one shot. "It's quite handy." He reloaded his gun. Then stuck his cutlass through a minion. Only one remained. "I will allow you to get the last one." He smirked. His black and white fedora covering his eyes.
"GAH!" Kori yelped at the second gunshot, his ears ringing. "Will you stop firing that?! You're making me deaf!"
He dodged a swing from the remaining minion, kicking him in the back of the knee. "Scat!"
He dodged a swing from the remaining minion, kicking him in the back of the knee. "Scat!"
The man laughed. "Why hate the machine! It could save ye life!" He laughed again. "What do the minions want with you laddy?"
Kori watched as the minion hobbled away down the road, following Kori's advice and getting out of there.
"I hate the machine because it's loud and it hurts my poor little hobbit ears, and to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I was just attacked. Maybe because I'm only three feet tall and look fairly harmless. But I'm not," he added proudly. "I'm a mean little bugger if I have to be."
"I hate the machine because it's loud and it hurts my poor little hobbit ears, and to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I was just attacked. Maybe because I'm only three feet tall and look fairly harmless. But I'm not," he added proudly. "I'm a mean little bugger if I have to be."
Falen bellowed loudly. "I bet you are." He twirled his cutlass. "I'm not just a pretty face either." He dipped his fedora. "I'm also quite a ladies man." He grinned sheepishly.
"Most ladies seem to think I'm a kid when they first see me," Kori said dejectedly. "But that doesn't matter!" He brightened up almost instantly. "I prefer the road life anyways."
He chuckled. "You have a life anywhere? Kids, wife, girlfriend." He looked at the hobbit and shrugged. "Do you at least have a house?" He looked at some of the dead minions. "You shouldn't be on the road all of the time. There is a rumor out there that the end of the world is coming soon. You better get a fortified house go to a high guarded town or somethin."
"Technically I have a house, but I'm not allowed to go back," Kori replied slowly, choosing his wording very carefully. "Long story involving lots of fire. I like fire. It's pretty."
He chuckled at the hobbit. "I have time." He took a knee. "Tell me the story of your, 'fire'."
"Okay." Kori sat down with his back against a tree. "Nothing spectacular, but you asked.
"So, I lived in a little hobbit village. No one there really liked me too much, considering I was different from everyone else. I was the most adventurous soul there, and I had an obsession with fire and shiny things. Sometimes I kinda lost my head and ended up breaking into houses and borrowing things; I always gave them back, but no one really appreciated it. One time -and this was an accident, I swear- I set someone's house on fire. They had left the stove on, and I saw the flames, and I guess I accidentally threw some gunpowder or something on it, I dunno, but pretty soon the whole neighborhood was up in flames. There was a unanimous vote to boot me out, so here I am!"
He finished, looking quite proud of himself that he had remembered the whole story.
"So, I lived in a little hobbit village. No one there really liked me too much, considering I was different from everyone else. I was the most adventurous soul there, and I had an obsession with fire and shiny things. Sometimes I kinda lost my head and ended up breaking into houses and borrowing things; I always gave them back, but no one really appreciated it. One time -and this was an accident, I swear- I set someone's house on fire. They had left the stove on, and I saw the flames, and I guess I accidentally threw some gunpowder or something on it, I dunno, but pretty soon the whole neighborhood was up in flames. There was a unanimous vote to boot me out, so here I am!"
He finished, looking quite proud of himself that he had remembered the whole story.
Falen stood up. "You sir," He shook his head at the hobbit. he tapped his foot. "Are most certainly the dumbest most idiomatic hobbit, correction, person I have ever met, ever come in contact with." HE grinned. "I like you." He twirled his cutlass. "I won't kill you after all."
"Thank you," he said cheerfully, getting to his feet as well. "I really do appreciate you not killing me. It's something everyone tries to do whenever they see me."
He smirked. "Where are you headed hobbit?" He looked down the road. "The only place this road leads is to the trading docks." He flicked a gold coin at the hobbit. "You said you liked shiny things." He flicked another one at him. "Am I right?"
Kori caught them, staring in fascination as the sunlight reflected off their shiny surface.
"Uhh... Uhh," he said, having a lot of issues concentrating on what he was saying. "Uhh... I was... Going somewhere... I dunno... Uhh... Shiny..."
"Uhh... Uhh," he said, having a lot of issues concentrating on what he was saying. "Uhh... I was... Going somewhere... I dunno... Uhh... Shiny..."
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