Ser Ty Of Ross
12-05-2007, 12:53 AM
Somewhere in Kansas.............
The white wizard Olorin races down stony steps. Looking fearfully around him as a great booming fills the air, rumbling the very walls. His henchmen flee with him, running into the dimness before them in a desperate attempt to flee whatever lies behind.
The group reaches a large cave, in which a small stony bridge spans over a large Chasm. The booming growing ever louder as the henchmen begin to run over the bridge. Olorin stops one of his henchmen, who seems to be a Ghostbuster of some sort, at the foot of the one small crossing over the endless seeming pit below.
Olorin: Lead them on Kyle, protect the control room, I will hold the bridge.
Kyle Katarn: But sir I...
Olorin: Go now! Proton packs and swords are of no more use here.
Taking a longing look at the wizard as if wondring when they might meet again, Kyle turns and runs across the narrow pathway. Not being to help stopping and turning back at the stairs beyond. Unable to turn his eyes away as the great booming noise grows ever closer.
Olorin takes up position on the crossing. His staff held at the ready in one hand, and a Wiimote in the other, as with one final boom a great pillar of fire erupts from the passageway he just came from. The flame engulfs much of the chamber before evaporating away, leaving behind thick clouds of foul smelling smoke.
The thing that emerged from that smoke to face the white wizard was one that had struck fear into many the hearts of men. It seemed it had flames for hair above it's pasty white face. It's clothing had made the entire "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" cast throw up their hands and give up. It's countenance renknowned and yet infamous around the world.
It was indeed..... a clown.
Or more specifically Frizzo D Clown: Hitman For Hire.
With a smirk on his face that had unnerved the stoutest of men he rummaged in his bag o' tricks (patent pending). Pulling forth from that very same bag his weapon.........
a match.
Frizzo held the match to his @$$ and with a great and mighty boom fire filled the chamber once more. this time when the smoke cleared another figure strode into the chamber. This one with a golden sheen about his person and a bottle of scotch in one hand, with the other waving in front of his face.
TyRoss: Christ Frizzo..... that's it you are never having Taco Bell again. The smell is bad enough but constantly stopping to light them... we could have caught him 10 minutes ago you know.
Frizzo: What's your point?
TyRoss: Whats my poi..... never mind... you know what just never mind. Lets just get back to work.
The two heroes turned to face Olorin, defiantly standing on the bridge. Frizzo ready with pie in hand.
Frizzo: Look... Hobbit breath... why don't you just give it up now. You've already made me run and I really hate running. So lets just leave the physical exertion for another day and you can just come quietly with me. It's not like this crazy time portal scheme of yours would have worked anyways.
Olorin: I am the keeper of the fires of Angnor, the weilder of the Wiimote of Barad-dur and you shall go no further!
Frizzo: Yeah ok Gollum bait, there's another thing.... This Lord of the Rings obsession, it isn't healthy. I mean here you had a nice high-tech base and what do you do?? Cover it with stone to recreate Moria. I mean really you couldn't find something better to spend your money on? And where the heck did you even find an underground chamber in Kansas????
Olorin: Oh yeah... well..... at least I don't have... red hair.
Frizzo: Ooooooh I see some things never change. Is that the best you can come up with you spineless Dumbledore knock-off?
Olorin: Well you're a.... a clown.
Frizzo: Yes.... yes i am a clown... I think we all know that. Now why don't you just give up now you scum-sucking son of a albino pylon before I have to throw this pie at you.
Olorin: You're dark pies will not avail you. You shall not pass.
Frizzo: Ah crap..... I guess this means more excersize.
Frizzo rushes Olorin with pie in hand. But as the Clown is about to strike Olorin makes a deft flick with his Wiimote and the pie impacts harmly as if on a glowing blue shield. The force of the blow knocks Frizzo backwards, and Olorin staggers as the pie eats through the shield like acid.... well actually it is acid so that would make sense.
TyRoss seizes the opportunity, leaping into the air he forms a blade of the golden energy he wields. As he begins to decend upon the white wizard, Olorin stands tall raising his arms together above him.
Olorin: YOU SHALL NOT, PASS!!!!!!!!!
With a crack Olorin hits the staff with the Wiimote upon the bridge, the stone strucure first cracks, then crumbles as Ty lands upon it. Losing his footing he begins to tumbel into the darkness below. But as Olorin turns away a golden thread rises from the inky blackness. Wrapping around the wizards foot it quickly pulls him towards the edge of the pit. As he scrambles to try and regain a handhold Olorin catches the eye of Kyle, still watching from the stairway.
Olorin: Fly you fo..... ah hell.... lets face it... I'm screwed.
As the two titans fade tumbling into the Darkness, one man.... well.... one Clown watches the two fall into an unknown fate.
(Frizzo is leafing through a porn mag)
AHEM!!!!! I said..... One Clown watched the two fall into an unknown fate.
Frizzo: Huh???? Oh... right. (coughs) TY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Ah man that sounded like a bad Vader impersination. Let me try that again.... TY!!!!! NO!!!!!
Frizzo watches as long as he is able to keep his limited attention span on one thing besides porn. But as he turns away he has the uneasy feeling that this may not be over.....
Frizzo: Well yeah.... otherwise there wouldn't really be much of a story to this fic woudl there.... duh.
Well um... yes.... Anyways, with sadness and vengeance in his heart... and toxic burrito gasses in his butt. Frizzo turns, wondering where he goes next.
- TBC
The white wizard Olorin races down stony steps. Looking fearfully around him as a great booming fills the air, rumbling the very walls. His henchmen flee with him, running into the dimness before them in a desperate attempt to flee whatever lies behind.
The group reaches a large cave, in which a small stony bridge spans over a large Chasm. The booming growing ever louder as the henchmen begin to run over the bridge. Olorin stops one of his henchmen, who seems to be a Ghostbuster of some sort, at the foot of the one small crossing over the endless seeming pit below.
Olorin: Lead them on Kyle, protect the control room, I will hold the bridge.
Kyle Katarn: But sir I...
Olorin: Go now! Proton packs and swords are of no more use here.
Taking a longing look at the wizard as if wondring when they might meet again, Kyle turns and runs across the narrow pathway. Not being to help stopping and turning back at the stairs beyond. Unable to turn his eyes away as the great booming noise grows ever closer.
Olorin takes up position on the crossing. His staff held at the ready in one hand, and a Wiimote in the other, as with one final boom a great pillar of fire erupts from the passageway he just came from. The flame engulfs much of the chamber before evaporating away, leaving behind thick clouds of foul smelling smoke.
The thing that emerged from that smoke to face the white wizard was one that had struck fear into many the hearts of men. It seemed it had flames for hair above it's pasty white face. It's clothing had made the entire "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" cast throw up their hands and give up. It's countenance renknowned and yet infamous around the world.
It was indeed..... a clown.
Or more specifically Frizzo D Clown: Hitman For Hire.
With a smirk on his face that had unnerved the stoutest of men he rummaged in his bag o' tricks (patent pending). Pulling forth from that very same bag his weapon.........
a match.
Frizzo held the match to his @$$ and with a great and mighty boom fire filled the chamber once more. this time when the smoke cleared another figure strode into the chamber. This one with a golden sheen about his person and a bottle of scotch in one hand, with the other waving in front of his face.
TyRoss: Christ Frizzo..... that's it you are never having Taco Bell again. The smell is bad enough but constantly stopping to light them... we could have caught him 10 minutes ago you know.
Frizzo: What's your point?
TyRoss: Whats my poi..... never mind... you know what just never mind. Lets just get back to work.
The two heroes turned to face Olorin, defiantly standing on the bridge. Frizzo ready with pie in hand.
Frizzo: Look... Hobbit breath... why don't you just give it up now. You've already made me run and I really hate running. So lets just leave the physical exertion for another day and you can just come quietly with me. It's not like this crazy time portal scheme of yours would have worked anyways.
Olorin: I am the keeper of the fires of Angnor, the weilder of the Wiimote of Barad-dur and you shall go no further!
Frizzo: Yeah ok Gollum bait, there's another thing.... This Lord of the Rings obsession, it isn't healthy. I mean here you had a nice high-tech base and what do you do?? Cover it with stone to recreate Moria. I mean really you couldn't find something better to spend your money on? And where the heck did you even find an underground chamber in Kansas????
Olorin: Oh yeah... well..... at least I don't have... red hair.
Frizzo: Ooooooh I see some things never change. Is that the best you can come up with you spineless Dumbledore knock-off?
Olorin: Well you're a.... a clown.
Frizzo: Yes.... yes i am a clown... I think we all know that. Now why don't you just give up now you scum-sucking son of a albino pylon before I have to throw this pie at you.
Olorin: You're dark pies will not avail you. You shall not pass.
Frizzo: Ah crap..... I guess this means more excersize.
Frizzo rushes Olorin with pie in hand. But as the Clown is about to strike Olorin makes a deft flick with his Wiimote and the pie impacts harmly as if on a glowing blue shield. The force of the blow knocks Frizzo backwards, and Olorin staggers as the pie eats through the shield like acid.... well actually it is acid so that would make sense.
TyRoss seizes the opportunity, leaping into the air he forms a blade of the golden energy he wields. As he begins to decend upon the white wizard, Olorin stands tall raising his arms together above him.
Olorin: YOU SHALL NOT, PASS!!!!!!!!!
With a crack Olorin hits the staff with the Wiimote upon the bridge, the stone strucure first cracks, then crumbles as Ty lands upon it. Losing his footing he begins to tumbel into the darkness below. But as Olorin turns away a golden thread rises from the inky blackness. Wrapping around the wizards foot it quickly pulls him towards the edge of the pit. As he scrambles to try and regain a handhold Olorin catches the eye of Kyle, still watching from the stairway.
Olorin: Fly you fo..... ah hell.... lets face it... I'm screwed.
As the two titans fade tumbling into the Darkness, one man.... well.... one Clown watches the two fall into an unknown fate.
(Frizzo is leafing through a porn mag)
AHEM!!!!! I said..... One Clown watched the two fall into an unknown fate.
Frizzo: Huh???? Oh... right. (coughs) TY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Ah man that sounded like a bad Vader impersination. Let me try that again.... TY!!!!! NO!!!!!
Frizzo watches as long as he is able to keep his limited attention span on one thing besides porn. But as he turns away he has the uneasy feeling that this may not be over.....
Frizzo: Well yeah.... otherwise there wouldn't really be much of a story to this fic woudl there.... duh.
Well um... yes.... Anyways, with sadness and vengeance in his heart... and toxic burrito gasses in his butt. Frizzo turns, wondering where he goes next.
- TBC