The camera's rolling.
There's a plush leather chair in front of a fire, with a cozy, well-decorated room all around.
Into view strides a dwarf, wearing mismatched armor, almost completely covered in bone jewlery, wielding a pick that has even more spikes, rings, and bands of bone on him than he does. Some of his clothes are nearly falling off him, but they seem to repair themselves, forming into a suave-looking suit, barely visible under the armor.
The dwarf sits down with an audible groan on the chair's part. His legs hanging off the ground, he straightens himself, looks straight into the camera, and flashes a smile that reveals his lower left back tooth is missing. "Greetings all," he says. "You may or may not know me, depending on which dimensional thread you're on, but please, listen tho the following message. It is of great importance, or so I'm told. You see, while my mortal body is currently swimming across The Organized Waters in my home dimension, Our Father In Blood, Armok himself, has called me up here-" -He gestures at the room- "to try to find some interest. He's apparently in a state of nostalgia over champions of old, and wishes his followers to do the same. As such-" He is interrupted as some giant sort of serpent crashes through the wall behind him. "Excuse me for a second," he says, and throws himself at the beast, copper pick in hand.
Crashing sounds are heard, and splatting. There is a huge crunch, and something's death scream. The dwarf stomps back onscreen, covered in blood and dragging the serpent behind him, it's skull caved in. He hoists himself back onto the chair and pulls a carving knife out of his belt as he resumes talking. " Anyway," he says, laying the dragon's head on his lap and skilfully dissecting it with the knife, "Armok has requested that all those who adventure in His name, come here for a time, and share your memories by the fire." By this time he has shorn the dragon corspe into it's component parts and is beginning to whittle on a bone. "But not just any memories, oh no. Great Armok has already commisioned
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=51245.0 someone else for that great task. I'm talking about the highlight of your careers. What is the most legend-worthy deed you have ever accomplished, the thing that you feel made Armok most proud of you, the highlight of your career!" The dwarf has shaped most of the bones into decorations, which he begins to put on. "So come, sit by the fire, and regale Armok with tales...of glory!" The dwarf has finished affixing the remainder of the bones to his pick, and he tosses the rest of the corpse away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to swimming." The dwarf walks offcamera, leaving a plush room, lit by a fire, covered in blood, with a giant hole in the wall.
OOC: So basically what the dwarf said. What is the most badass thing you, in DF, have ever done? In gentlemen-speak, if at all possible, but tones of voice that seem to pierce the viel of the ages is alos acceptable. Or knowing Bay12, true Armok worship.
Adieu! -Xantalos
