Myth; The Fallen Wotmaniacs, Part 1. (With a littl

[Warlord]

NOTE: Everything said by Kuke was written by Kuke.

Myth; The Fallen Wotmaniacs

Disclaimer: No wotmaniacs except for Kuke are to be associated with their actions or personality. The original story belongs to Bungie, except for some parts which I altered. (Wotmaniacs are the loonie inhabitants of another site called wotmania. I've substituted their names for the names of characters from a computer game.)

Cast of Characters

~bela~ as Shiver

Alric SeVinta as Alric

Lord Psynister as Warrior Captain

Gen Aiel as Journey-Woman

Darkest Angel as Pirate, (plus her sexy pirate lovah O'Death)

Yanden as Connacht/Balor, The Leveler

Vishnu as Village Girl

Aemon as Muriac, Commander of the Legion

Kuke as Warrior(Kuke the Dude, Eater of People)

Spoonman as Warrior

Birdeye as Veteran Soulless

Warrioress Incarnate as Fetch

i-used-to-be-sane as Fetch, (complete with a Marilyn Manson slave)

Nebhead as Thrall Leader

§ol as a Ghol

MatCauthon1745 as a Ghol pretending to be a Talking Llama

Wayfarer as a Warrior

Tyleet as a Warrior

Trigger as the Dwarf

Yurian Stonebow as a Fir'Bolg Archer

Cmdjing as a Fir'Bolg Archer

Crow's Bridge

~bela~ growled under her breath as she floated over the grassy ground, lightening sparking off her tangled mass of long hair. Gathering the electricity in her withered fingertips, she flung it towards a group of warriors with a ghastly cry. They went down in a series of small explosions, screaming and flailing vainly. ~bela~ cracked a smile faintly, the ghost of a beauty long past haunting her skull-like face. Birdeye, his purple flames roaring around his javelin quiver, floated over the river with the Soulless behind him.

The smell of blood and the cries of the wounded hung in the air, as ~bela~ and her ghostly troupe left the village of Crow’s Bridge. Behind them, Vishnu peeked out from the alleyway between the houses and her eyes immediately went to her garden patch. The large, ripe vegetables were washed with blood, the dead bodies of the villagers strewn across the ground. Vishnu ran over to them and cried, "What’s going to happen to my pumpkins?" It was hard to tell whether she was referring to her siblings or the pumpkins growing there.

Thousands of years later, Crow’s Bridge had become a peaceful community where "Pumpkins" as they were called, dwelled therein happily without a care in the world. Vishnu’s Vegetable Patch was tended with much care by her Great-Great-Great Granddaughter, Vishnu.

Aemon sighed loudly, hoping Alric would hear him. The Avatar surely must have, but pretended to ignore it. He already knew that Aemon did not want to guard Crow’s Bridge.

"Why?" asked Aemon. "There’s no reason, it’s not like anything’s gonna attack there…"

Alric shook his head, his pointy hood bobbing. His white mask looked terribly serious. "Something will attack there, I sense it…The Fallen Lords." The Avatar turned and left, muttering to himself.

Aemon shrugged. "Fine…" he said to himself, calling Lord Psynister over. "Send a small force to Crow’s Bridge, The Nine seem to think that it’s going to be attacked."

Lord Psynister nodded sharply. "Yessir," he said. "Alric’s flipped for sure this time, Sir."

[Warlord]

Later

Spoonman leaned over the bridge and stared into the deep blue water. A goldfish swum around in the river’s depths. "So, Kuke…" he said. "Did you hear about The Fallen Lords?"

Kuke glanced at him. ". . . Dude, I have no idea where I am. What’s with the funky clothes? Have you seen Balwer anywhere? He was meant to be getting the pizza. . ." he said.

"Uh-huh…" Spoonman crunched his apple. "You think they’re coming back?"

"Are you even listening to me? I was like, sitting in front of the TV, nice and relaxed, and now this. And I don’t even know what ‘this’ is."

Shrugging, Spoonman dropped the apple core into the water. The goldfish inspected the drifting remains for a second, and then dashed away.

"!?" went Spoonman, as the water suddenly began to churn and a zombified warrior came staggering out. With red eyes glowing, body parts and mismatched armor clinking, and the huge axe wobbling in his hands, the warrior once called Nebhead stared at Spoonman and raised the axe, growling. Behind him came more hellish Thrall, staggering out from the water on either side of the bridge.

"Oh man! Let’s get outta here!" yelled Spoonman.

"Y’know. . . I was thinking maybe we could all have a few beers and talk about it like men. . . but noooo, it’s always ‘quick, run away’. BE A MAN SOMETIMES SPOONY!" shouted Kuke, and they both ran as fast as they could down the road to where a couple of warriors were patrolling. Behind them the Thrall stopped and began to walk back and forth around the bridge, randomly. Waiting for them to return.

Looking up from his game of chess with Tyleet, Wayfarer shouted an alarm as he saw Spoonman and Kuke running towards them and behind them, the Thrall guarding the bridge.

"Damn…." breathed Tyleet. "Thrall…who’d have guessed it?" Wayfarer shook his head grimly. "Retreat to the village!" he called as Kuke and Spoonman neared them.

Tyleet picked up the chess board, scattering the pieces, and ran off towards the village, Spoonman and Kuke near behind. Wayfarer glanced over his shoulder towards the bridge again.

Nebhead stopped and stared at him, the deadly glow of the Thrall’s red eyes striking fear into the Warrior’s heart. Wayfarer then turned and ran back to the village.

[Warlord]

At the village

Trigger rolled his eyes, adjusting his backpack of explosives. He itched to throw the grenade in his hand at the Journey-woman, Gen Aiel.

"And then Yanden striked the Mykridia to death! And their gruesome standard collapsed. And then Yanden moved on to Rhi’Annon, where he watched the Collossal battle between the Ogres and the Trow! And he smote the Trow into their caves when they won. And beat them at their own game! And sieged Madrigal, and took it back from The Fallen Lords!" shouted Gen Aiel to her unresponsive audience.

"We know the old stories," Yurian Stonebow said, nodding repeatedly. His inhumanly giant mustache wobbled as he spoke, and straightened the white cap on his head. "My bow remembers Yanden with every shot!"

"And mine!" added Cmdjing, coming up from the alleyway behind the butcher’s shop where he had been relieving himself.

"But think of what you are saying, Fir’Bolg!" Gen Aiel said. "If only Lord Psynister was here, he would uphold my claims and tell you what was right! The world spins like a coin, the Light and the Dark claiming it in a cycle. Yanden has become the Leveler, Leader of The Fallen Lords!"

"I don’t think so!" grumbled Trigger, waddling up. "We dwarves know that the hero would never abandon us! Yanden will return, mark me words!"

Gen Aiel looked frustrated and opened her mouth, just when Tyleet burst into the Town Square, panting. "Thrall…at the..river!"

Spoonman nodded, skidding to a stop beside Tyleet. "Yeah, they came out of the water! Dammit, that apple wasn’t worth my life!"

"Whew! I’m regretting all those years of not exercising. Anybody got a beer? . . . Hello? . . . HELLO? . . . S’like talking to a fricken wall. . . " said Kuke.

"Oh no, I must go…I’m not even supposed to be here," confessed Gen Aiel. "Lord Psynister wanted me to scout out Covenant, not preach at Crow’s Bridge. My apologies!"

The Journey-Woman wandered off slowly, passing the girl Vishnu, who was standing bewildered at hearing the news. Gen gave her a friendly smile. "Don’t worry, your pumpkins will be ok. Would you like to come with me? I could use some help!"

Vishnu shook her head. "I must guard the pumpkins…" she said.

"I understand." Gen continued, with a nod farewell.

Trigger watched her leave. "Darn!" he muttered. "We’re all gonna die!"

"No!" Wayfarer snapped. "Why do you think we were posted here?"

"Cos it’s a good way to pick up chicks?" Kuke nodded.

"What he said!" Spoonman agreed, pointing at Kuke.

Wayfarer blinked. "We’ll defend this village, that’s what we’ll do. We’re warriors!"

"Yeah!" Tyleet cheered.

The Fir’Bolg nodded seriously and raised their bows in salute.

"First thing we gotta do is send a scout to check out the circumstances," Wayfarer said, looking around for volunteers and trying to rule out the fact that he could go as well.

"I’ll go!" Tyleet said bravely.

"Oh, cool. Can you get me some pizza and a six pack while you’re there? That’d be sweet," Kuke said.

[Warlord]

At the Bridge

Warrioress Incarnate and I-used-to-be-sane glided over the ground, the skins of those that they had slain hanging on them and their long, tight skirts rippling. Their short horns made their blank, cruel eyes look even eviler, and their fangs did nothing to make them look more innocent.

"I have Marilyn Manson and you don’t," I-used-to-be-sane remarked of the human slave walking by her side.

Giving the creature a disgusted glance, Warrioress Incarnate shrugged. "Who cares, he’s just a stupid human," she remarked.

I-used-to-be-sane gave her a dirty look.

MatCauthon1745 snickered wildly at them, jumping up and down on his cleaver. §ol scowled and slumped at like a real Ghol should.

"Act like a Talking Llama, §ol!" MatCauthon1745 whispered, whacking §ol with his cleaver. "We’re Talking Llamas!"

"No, we’re Ghol’s, you idiot." §ol grumbled.

"Silence, Ghols!" thundered Birdeye, floating up with his javelin warriors. His once-purple flames roared blue, the sign of being a veteran of many battles. His kills stretched further than the eye could see.

"Time to attack," ~bela~ snarled, coming up between Warriorress Incarnate and I-used-to-be-sane, making them both jump at the sight of the Fallen Lady.

"YERGH!" shouted Nebhead, and ambled forward, the Thralls following him. Birdeye and his Soulless’ floated behind the Thrall in a straight line, while §ol and MatCauthon1745 loped ahead to kill as many villagers as they could find. The two Fetch and ~bela~ stayed behind, leaving the work to their underlings.

Suddenly a purple ship floated down the river, with a pirate on it. "YARR HARR HARR!!" yarred Pirate Jess. "Me and me Sexy Pirate Lovah, O’Death, will keel ye! Just wait! The fortunes shallnae be on yer side today!"

I-used-to-be-sane and Warrioress Incarnate exchanged looks.

Pirate Jess gave a final guffaw as the pirate ship sailed off.

Behind a tree, Tyleet shivered and ran back to the village to tell Wayfarer what was going on.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch

Yurian Stonebow and Cmdjing had wandered off, to do a little scouting of their own. Completely unaware of the two archers, §ol and MatCauthon1745 loped past after a screaming villager.

"AHHH!!!!" shouted Yurian. "GHOLS! WE’RE DEAD!"

"SHH!" sputtered Cmdjing, but the two Ghols turned to regard the archers and with yells of glee, began to attack.

The two Fir’Bolg, knowing that it was impossible to outrun Ghols, drew arrows and shot, both of them hitting MatCauthon1745, who said something about Kuzco and kept running. He reached Cmdjing and began slashing with his cleaver. Cmdjing automatically began to flee, but couldn’t run fast enough.

Yurian staggered back in horror, but retained the strength to draw and shoot another arrow into the deranged Ghol, slaying him.

"WATCH OUT!" shouted Cmdjing, but §ol had already escaped.

The two Fir’Bolg limped back to the safety of the village.

Behind them, §ol growled menacingly, sneaking up to a pumpkin patch where a young girl was watering the vegetables while humming to herself. He leapt out into the open, smashing a pumpkin under one clawed foot. He raised his cleaver and snarled.

Vishnu, terror in her eyes, whacked him over the head with the watering can, stunning him. §ol blinked and staggered off, Vishnu chasing him and repeatedly knocking him over the head with the metal utensil.

[Warlord]

At the village

“Here they come!” Trigger shouted, glee in his surly dwarven voice. Wayfarer had arranged the fighters with the archers at the right, the dwarves on the left, and the warriors in a line behind them, ready to advance and protect them. Trigger had set a trap of satchel charges full of gunpowder, and the Thrall were walking right over them.

“HOLD!” shouted Wayfarer as Trigger began to throw the grenade. “Wait ‘till they’re upon us.”<br>
Grumbling, Trigger lowered his arm, only to raise it again and gleefully lob the grenade when Wayfarer wasn’t looking.

The front ranks of the Thrall exploded, the pieces flying into the air and falling down again to lie in a smoking pile. The Thralls behind withstood the explosion and staggered onwards, parts of them falling off.

Birdeye halted his ranks of Soulless and waited for the Warriors to advance, since Trigger had scampered back out of reach.

“Warriors, ATTACK!” yelled Wayfarer, charging forward. “As you say Sir!” nodded Tyleet.

“Ah mock you with mah monkey pants.” Kuke announced.

“Yeah!” Spoonman said. The Warriors attacked, moving around the Thrall and hacking away at them, blocking the blows of the giant axes with their shields. Trigger grumbled at not being able to throw another grenade.

The Fir’Bolg ran up behind the warriors, shooting at the Soulless. One of Cmdjing’s arrows flew through Birdeye’s flames and lodged into his rib cage.

The veteran Soulless, in an undead fury, launched three javelins at once at the poor Fil’Bolg, who collapsed under them.

“Casualty…” Yurian muttered, mourning the loss of his dead brother. His arrows flew straight and true at Birdeye, and finally one slammed into Birdeye’s skull-eye, and the veteran Soulless evaporated, after thousands of years….
The last Thrall crumbled to the ground under the enthusiastic hacking of the Warriors, and the remaining Soulless retreated, the Warriors chasing them between the houses and over the fields.

The Warriors had to stop at the river though, when the Soulless floated over the rippling waters and out of the Village of Crow’s Bridge. The battle had been won. Wayfarer clanged his sword and shield together, cheering loudly. “For Yanden!”<br>
“For Aemon and Alric!” cheered Tyleet. “Yea!”<br>
“Dude, I think I’ve got an ulcer on my tongue or something, can you see anything?,” said Kuke, sticking his tongue out.

“Yeah!” Spoonman agreed.

To Be Continued

Maybe

[Warlord]

That title was supposed to say (With a little help from Kuke) ;D

[Yanden]

Warlord said:

At the village

To Be Continued

Maybe

Maybe? You don't continue it bro I will become the Leveller and level off your head. LOL

That was awesome bro, and loved my part. Can't wait to see how they rest of the tale unfolds. ;D

[Warlord]

LOL man. I'm planning on finishing it, but I've got like 22 more parts to do, and it takes me a long time to write something. I'll try not to give up on it before I finish it though. ;D

[Yanden]

You better. Or else. LOL

I want to see how my character plays out here.

[Warlord]

LOL. ;D Guess I better start the next battle now before I decide not to do it.