Wednesday, May 9, 2007

The Creation of the Friars - First told Wednesday, May 9, 2007

The friars are a peculiar tale within the Kingdom. Long ago, they didn't exist, but then again, no religions of any sort did. In the age of King Ralph the First, the kingdom had a small band of fanatics that began to tell the king of a higher plane of existance and of a lower plane of purgatory. King Ralph the first began to listen, but noted these stories as all he could chalk them up to be, wild stories.

At about the age of King Ralph the Seventh, this band established a small locale deep in the Distant Woods. At this time, they would explore the possibilities of these two celestial realms and what one could do to attain proof of them. The leader of this band's name was Bob, but he went by the name of Brother Octopus.

Under Brother Octopus's direction, the group would experiement with all manners of things in effort to open a portal to one of these mysterious realms. Although they were unable to unravel the mysteries of the higher plane, short of killing someone pure and untainted, they began to find ways into the lower plane. Starting with a pentagram, a single candle, and a small stick, the clan was able to summon a small, seemingly beat-up imp.

This imp growled angrily at the group, yet Brother Octopus immediately walked up to the imp and punched it in its already casted leg. It screamed and responded, "W-w-why did you d-d-do that?"

"From where do you hail, imp?" Brother Octopus asked. The imp stared directly at him and growled, rubbing its leg. "Hey Deze, where else?" it responded. The clan seemed pleased with their findings and immediately sent the imp back, screaming, into the portal from whence it came.

With this finding, Brother Octopus and the clan continued with their findings only to further and further toy with these portals into Hey Deze. They encountered many a imp or fiend, some friendly while others not. After making an agreement with one archfiend, they began to get take out orders from the local Hey Deze Gold Arches.

Being constantly stuffed by these dark fatty foods, the clan finally decided on the name of the Deep Fat Friars around the age of King Ralph the Ninth. Granted by this time, the King and Council fully believed their stories of Hey Deze and the higher plane in which the Friars had dubbed Valhalla. Often, the Friars would perform their rituals for the King and council as amusement and funding.

With great funding from the Kingdom, the Friars were able to establish their copse with greater equipment than before in the Distant Woods. And thus, a steady, stable religion and religious group was established in the Kingdom.

However as the Friars began to snatch up economy in the Kingdom, the bean slowly began to fade out of the currency of the Kingdom. This caused a great uproar in the Cobb's Knob, especially within the Treasury. The Bean Counters of the Cobb questioned why this decree of the bean no longer being part of the currency was coming about. As the answer fell upon the shoulders of the Friars, the Bean Counters grabbed their visors and fistfuls of the now worthless beans and marched to the Copse.

As the Goblins came to the edge of the Copse, all appeared normal and quiet with no one around. As the Bean Counters marched in, suddenly a large impish foot came down and squashed the leading one. The Goblins screamed and scrambled, unable to figure out just was attacking them.

The forest was aflame with madness. Imps grabbing and beating the living insanity out of Goblins, dragging them back into Hey Deze portals. At the center of this confusion was a group of five Friars, two playing heavy metal thunderrr guitarrrs, two waving eldritch butterknives unceasingly, and the fifth chanting something while waving his arms around like a madman.

A few of the Goblins retreated, but the majority were drug back into the portals within the center of a solitary decagram. As the Friars cheered, a few of the imps scoffed under their breath, muttering something about getting the Friars back for using them all these years.

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