Chronicles of a misfit Dwarf.

[BloodFletcher]

Welcome to my Chronicles on Paul, a middle aged Dwarf who is misdirected and finds himself in one of the greatest journeys since bladeboy, i hope you enjoy my writing, any criticisms or ideas you have for future volumes feel free to post!

The first Chonicle of Paul

Paul scrambled atop the shrubby hill, his fingers grasped for the hard touch of earth lunging forward heaving his great dwarf body upwards in a worm like crawl. As he took the last heave, he saw a familiar sight, yet a sight that never stopped to amaze him.. the great lands of Shoal and settlements of the beavers on one side, and the settlements of the great wolf tribes on the others. A deep divide seperating the immense foes.. and this was the path that he was to take on his journey to the dark lands. Paul's deep thought was shattered as a glimpse of movement in a nearby cave caught his attention, he removed his axe that consumed his back and crawled to a nearby bush. Shit! Paul thought to himself, it was a jungle troll.. a giant deadly beast, it looked as if it had just stirred from a deep sleep. Paul leaped out of hiding, flying through a flurry of branches and leaves, he emerged just behind the mega troll, he wipped his deadly axe and and starred the enormous beast in the eye, up close this colossaul animal seemed twice the size.. maybe this was a mistake, Paul gripped his axe ever harder and knew this battle could be the end of him.

Paul

[bladeboy]

Amazing..

[bladeboy]

Can't wait for the next piece

[KwayZee]

Amazing..

You can actually read?

[Malokae]

Burn in hell.
Both of you.
Now.

[BloodFletcher]

The Second Chronicle of Paul - Ashfield the Frog King

A thundering shout echoe'd across the jungle as Paul lay his axe into the jungle trolls bulging chest, the battle had raged for several minutes and Paul was covered in troll blood, he repetitively swung back and forth at the ferocious animal, expecting it to die at any second, yet the beast was unrelentless. Paul was tiring, as the troll swung its club like arms at him, he needed to act fast or he was a gonna. He swung his axe with all of his remaining strength into the trolls foot, it passed through the foot and lodged into the firm ground, the troll was stuck and Pauls plan had worked, he was now sprinting as fast as his small chubby legs could take him down the opposite side of the hill he had came from, he headed for the entrance to the jungle.

After serveral hours of resting, eating and searching Paul had now stumbled across a tribe he was unfamiliar with in Agon, he had met a small tribe resembling frogs more so than anything.. he had heard myths of such creatures, but seen them only as storys for the young dwarflings. They seemed a friendly tribe, Paul had entered the camp slowly and cautiously, asking to talk to the leader, he was now waiting outside a humoungous hollow tree like structure that these odd frogs used for housing. That second a distinctively feminine frog emerged, this was the leader he could tell, it was dressed up in bright pink clothing and had an entourage following it around compulsively.

"Hello, i am the great Ashfield of the northern jungle, leader of the frenchyts now speak quickly... dwarf" pronounced the animal in a high pitched voice.

"I am Paul, Dwarf of Agmar, i am travelling through these lands heading for the black lands, i have come to ask for food and water, i am willing to pay dwarven money" Paul replyed.

"Haha, we frenchyts feed you, a mere dwarf.. we are a great race and have no time for peasents such as you" replyed the frog

"You F***ing what, froggy bastard, ill smash your dads face in" roared paul, now visually maddening and gripping his great axe.

At that very moment Ashfields entourage who seemed previously inactive hopped infront of Ashfield making some kind of protection, they were terrified of the dwarfs which they had never seen before, and Paul could tell. At the top of his voice he screamed until his throat prevented him, now walking towards the frenchyts Paul was shouting slurrs such as "I'll spark your mum at dinner tommorow night" and other dwarvish insults which Ashfield didn't seem to understand but the rumbling from the dwarf made its impact. The frenchyts backed up slowly, then walked faster and faster until it became a run and Paul was running through the jungle after the three frogs, Paul was surprisingly quick for a Dwarf and he caught up to one of the entourage and took a swing, yes! he got one, and then he got the other one and now only Ashfield was left. Paul followed, he was steadily gaining on the only remaining Frenchyt, Ashfield, who then tripped on a bare log on the floor and at that moment Paul leaped further than he thought possible and landed squarely ontop of Ashfield, saying only "Time to die you ponce" and cutting Ashfields arms off completely, he then began to eat them while the blood poured and Ashfield saw the dwarf ravish him as he slowly died, paul then removed one of Ashfields eyeballs, licking as his dirty beard brushed against Ashfields face as his eyes began to wavere, and eventually closed for, signalling his death. Paul then scooped out Ashfields brain for future meat and continued on his treck to the black lands.

Paul

[Dagger]

The Second Chronicle of Paul - Ashfield the Frog King

A thundering shout echoe'd across the jungle as Paul lay his axe into the jungle trolls bulging chest, the battle had raged for several minutes and Paul was covered in troll blood, he repetitively swung back and forth at the ferocious animal, expecting it to die at any second, yet the beast was unrelentless. Paul was tiring, as the troll swung its club like arms at him, he needed to act fast or he was a gonna. He swung his axe with all of his remaining strength into the trolls foot, it passed through the foot and lodged into the firm ground, the troll was stuck and Pauls plan had worked, he was now sprinting as fast as his small chubby legs could take him down the opposite side of the hill he had came from, he headed for the entrance to the jungle.

After serveral hours of resting, eating and searching Paul had now stumbled across a tribe he was unfamiliar with in Agon, he had met a small tribe resembling frogs more so than anything.. he had heard myths of such creatures, but seen them only as storys for the young dwarflings. They seemed a friendly tribe, Paul had entered the camp slowly and cautiously, asking to talk to the leader, he was now waiting outside a humoungous hollow tree like structure that these odd frogs used for housing. That second a distinctively feminine frog emerged, this was the leader he could tell, it was dressed up in bright pink clothing and had an entourage following it around compulsively.

"Hello, i am the great Ashfield of the northern jungle, leader of the frenchyts now speak quickly... dwarf" pronounced the animal in a high pitched voice.

"I am Paul, Dwarf of Agmar, i am travelling through these lands heading for the black lands, i have come to ask for food and water, i am willing to pay dwarven money" Paul replyed.

"Haha, we frenchyts feed you, a mere dwarf.. we are a great race and have no time for peasents such as you" replyed the frog

"You F***ing what, froggy bastard, ill smash your dads face in" roared paul, now visually maddening and gripping his great axe.

At that very moment Ashfields entourage who seemed previously inactive hopped infront of Ashfield making some kind of protection, they were terrified of the dwarfs which they had never seen before, and Paul could tell. At the top of his voice he screamed until his throat prevented him, now walking towards the frenchyts Paul was shouting slurrs such as "I'll spark your mum at dinner tommorow night" and other dwarvish insults which Ashfield didn't seem to understand but the rumbling from the dwarf made its impact. The frenchyts backed up slowly, then walked faster and faster until it became a run and Paul was running through the jungle after the three frogs, Paul was surprisingly quick for a Dwarf and he caught up to one of the entourage and took a swing, yes! he got one, and then he got the other one and now only Ashfield was left. Paul followed, he was steadily gaining on the only remaining Frenchyt, Ashfield, who then tripped on a bare log on the floor and at that moment Paul leaped further than he thought possible and landed squarely ontop of Ashfield, saying only "Time to die you ponce" and cutting Ashfields arms off completely, he then began to eat them while the blood poured and Ashfield saw the dwarf ravish him as he slowly died, paul then removed one of Ashfields eyeballs, licking as his dirty beard brushed against Ashfields face as his eyes began to wavere, and eventually closed for, signalling his death. Paul then scooped out Ashfields brain for future meat and continued on his treck to the black lands.

Paul

DAMN:lmao: excellent

[Ashfield212]

"You F***ing what, froggy bastard, ill smash your dads face in" roared paul

Such emotion! I'm glad i could play such a vast part in the Chronicles Of Paul, why the fook did i have to snuff it though? Am i not a worthy enough frog? I fart in your general direction!

[ejnomad07]

I can't tell whats better your sig or the story. :lmao:

[BloodFletcher]

The Third Chronicle of Paul - Beaver Pirates!

As the sun glared down into Pauls dark grey eyes he scrambled across a tree log and took another look at the gigantic river which he was following, it was the kobon river which led directly out to sea in the direction of the dreaded black lands which despite the fact Paul was travelling there, the thought of the black lands stirred a deep hatred and wimper in Pauls mind. He took a deep sigh and pulled his eyes of the river, there was a small dot approached from the far side of the river, it was coming fast, but Paul couldn't tell what it was, he stood there for a good minute trying to think what it could be, there were no trading ships down here.. it's only beaver lands and since the second war of beavergon no one has spoken to the beavers and survived. Then the desperate and terryfying truth struck through Paul like like a bullet.. the ship had come within a good distance now.. he good see the flag as it wavered in the harsh winds.. it was a flag of the brain, a beaver signal. Paul was now frozen still in pure shock and hatred.. the ship was heading straight for him, they must of seen him. Paul turned and managed to retreave himself from a deep trance of fear and started running as fast as he could, not looking back, he could'nt look back. He could hear crys as he scrambled through the forest shrubs and took a quick glance back, he couldn't resist his curiosity, SHIT! they had wolf mounts, he turned his head to see a sight that only legend had told of, the beavers were riding with immense speed towards him, on wispy gray wolfs. Paul couldn't outrun wolfs, he turned, withdrew his axe and readened for battle.

"FFFORORROR BEAVERGONN" echoed the beavers one after another in an almost harmonical squeel. Paul was now face to face with one of the Beavers, he grasped for his smaller axe from his sidebelt and chucked it with only a dwarfs precision directly at the beaver, it cut straight through its head and caused a flurry of flesh and blood. Another large Beaver approached slowly, even casually towards Paul who now took his other axe from his sidepack and threw it.. yes it was a perfect throw directly at the beavers head, but wait.. the beaver caught it with his little toe.

"WWHATT!? IMPOSSIBLE," roared paul, this guys power level must be OVER 9000?>!

"I am General Merlin of the southern Beaver armys, you will surrender.. or i will eat your brain while your still alive right now stupid fat little dwarf"

Paul knew that he had to surrender, he had heard of General Merlin, a beaver of unmatched swordmastery or power in Agon, feared throughout the lands for his treachorous and tactical mind.

Paul was taken to the prison quarters on the ship, he was in a cage with two humans, one of the frenchyts he had met previously and an elf. As Paul crouched in a corner, almost crying.. for he was sure to die, one of the humans and a frenchyt came over to him.

"Hello, what is your name dwarf?" uttered the human

Paul hesitated.. "I'm paul of agmar.. i was heading to the black lands until the beavers found me"

"I am Bladeboy, and this is Ashfield212 son of Ashfield" pronounced the human

Paul almost choked on air, as the words ashfield came out his mouth.. he still had this frenchyts fathers brain in his backpack.. "Alright, what do you want"

"We are going to escape, we have a way out, but we need more manpower, can you help us?" said Bladeboy

Hope resurfaced in Paul as the prospect of escape emerged, "Alright, i'll help you".

And so the greatest escape attempt in history took place.. but that is a story for the next chronicle.

[ejnomad07]

Very nice good read!

EDIT: Dang banned..:(