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*BWAAK!*
Another OTD character. This guy even had his own thread
LET THE CHICKEN WARS BEGIN!!!!!!!! As it has been foretold So shall it be...SUMMON THE FLOCK!! BRAAAAAWWWWK!
brawwk!
BRAAAWK!
SQUARK?
I should go out and clean the dog yard. They have built up quite a stuffed-animal genocide site out there.
Which came first, the chicken, or the egg?
Kraa! I prophesize a joyfull union!
buk-kuk-bukawk?
THREAD
A translucent form appears before Lynora-Jill and the assembled creatures of air: Champion of the Wind
You take another step along your journey. Go forward with my blessing: I move on as well ... The glowing form of Braaawktor fades from sight
Braaawktor nods Thank you cousin. I will give you this advice. The ways of arrogance and power can be a perilous road. Think well on your journey. The small chicken throws a clawfull of golden grain upon the weathered sandstone ledge Evil comes, as it always does ...
The ancient chicken stares up at the black dragon Greetings cousin.
Braaawktor frets, throwing endless patterns of feedcorn on the windswept rocks KRAAA ... Evil times bring evil doings
The ancient chicken looks at the newcomer BRAAWK! We can use a messenger. Dire portents are in the winds. SQUAA! Go an tell the champoins that the pale girl comes .. ARRK!
The ancient chicken stares sadly at the distant peaks surrounding the Place of Winds Vengance is a poisoned cup
Awrrkk .. You both are the fulcrum upon which the Balance sits. Your strength will be needed when the vengance times approach ..
Brwaaktor turns sad eyes towards Lynora-Jill Evil struck as evil fell
Awwwk ...
Brwaak ... The wasp priestess lies sleeping..
The small ancient chicken approaches LJ and JH. Brwaak! Dire forces gather. The threads ring with outrages against the Balance. The priestess of vengance will wake and there will be blood. Awwwrk!
Brwaaaktor sighs All good things must come to an end
Brwaaaktor looks up from his feed AWWWRK .... The forces of the Balance are in peril!
Grawwww The wind is always here to take council with Joe .. AWWWRK!
Brwaaaktor looks up at the thunderous skies GRAWWWKKKK By the prickling of my beak
SKWAAAK!
Brwaaaktor bows his head The scaly lich is now no more
BUK BUK BUKAAAWK!!
Brwaaaktor hops over to the slaughter block and c0cks his grizzled head AWWWRK! Treachery! Someone has sprinkled poison on our food! How did they escape the wards!? GRAAWK!
Brwaaaktor uncovers his head from under his grizzled wing GRAAWK! What bothers you, brother of the night?
A palanquin carried by four large Utahraptors shimmers into existence. An aged chicken emerges from it. He waves a small wing and the dinosaurs and palanquin fade. The small domestic fowl croons to himself GRAAAWK! The scales have been reset,
BUK BUK BUKAW! The small chicken begins to peck at the scattered grain by the council's sacrificial altar. MMMM .. quadrotriticale ....krrrrrr.
The carnivorous dinosaurs have been sorely reduced. They harry the last of the Defective host, snapping them up in massive jaws. Atop a Carnofex Rex an ancient chicken croons: Now corrections must be done
An army of carnivorous dinosaurs shimmer into existence in the meadows. A small chicken stands before them GRAAWK! The ancestors of Chickenkind have answered the call to battle evil! AWWRK!
AWWRK! A smiling face hides a poison heart! GRAWK! There is the smell of treachery in the Winds my bretheren! AWWRK! Be forewrned!
AWWRK! Lead the way noble Alderyk! SQWUAAAAK!
BRAAWK! The ChickenMind stands ready!
AWWRK! Without the Balance our power will become weak, raven! KERKAAW! We cannot stand alone against the power of the dracolich! Even now his forces wax strong. I feel a disturbance along the lines of the Board ...... RAAAWK!
The ancient chicken pauses GRAAWK! Hiding will not help us out AWWWK! We will become a lone beseiged citadel in a sea of evil NAWK! Eventually even our power will not avail us against the tide of Flame. FRUGGAWK! We too would eventually fall BUK KUK BUKAWK! Better to fall nobly in battle than hide and live on in shame.
The wasp struggles up from the steam bubble An avian voice calls to him in his mind You are the rightful heir wasp. Claim your birthright ...
The ancient chicken continues his divinations Evil is strong like a flame
HRAAWK! The Balance is maintained by love
KRRRRRR ... The final piece flows fast and sure
GRAAW! The outcome hangs on the edge of a knife
AWWRK! The shadow of scales must arise
KERRAW!
The small chicken calls out: The winds are fierce and gentle in turn
Champion! Herald of the Skies!
The ancient chicken looks at Lynora-Jill with wise, knowing eyes
Dances about the swirling winds, occasionally lifting up and hovering BUUUUUUUKAW!!!
AWWRK! These things cannot be rushed Winged Herald! GRAAWK! And we chickens must get our rest! BUK KAWK!
ARRWK! Wind has power over Flame, but Flame can use Wind to its advantage as well. There will need to be a champion chosen from the element of Water as well for this battle... GRAAWK!
The small old chicken looks up at the supplicants SQUARK! I see that you have opened the battle of the elements. Dire forces struggle for control. What would you ask of the council of the winds? AWWWRK!
The ancient chicken revives BRAAWK! Winged Herald! Your home lies under attack! The tainted Champion of Flame has struck! AWWWWRK!
Awakes from his fainting spell KRAAW! Fire burns, Wind blows, Water quenches, Earth holds firm! Collapses in a heap again
The chicken strains in the wind then shouts ARRRWK! To search for the Cleaver of Power
The small chicken collapses
BRAAWK! The Jacks are the golems of the balance, the Champion of Flame is the golem of death! AWRRK! Notes the dracolich HAW KAW! You are not allowed in our sanctum! BEGONE! Summons a howling wind to buffet Candle Lighter
Dances around in agitation AWWRK! The flame champion has emerged! BRAAWK! Seek the cleaver! The wasp will need its potency to save the golems! KRAA!
BRAAWK! The evil rises from the amphibian's lair! GRAWK! The cleaver lies in a smoky cat's claws! BUK KAWK! Fire chooses a tainted champion of steel! The ancient fowl flaps his wings in fear
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