Bob Andyourname
I part 1 monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23:
Bob ame
He was athenry man. Whenever anyone asked his name he always responded the same, "Bob, and your name?" He lived by himself on the edge ofthe town running agood business incinerating people as part of
the local tradition ; His house was of moderate size at the front of a large lot backed by a high earthen mound (none remember a time it wasn' t there). Rumors wandered the town; that he was secretly
rich, that he collected magical objects, and that his furnace was magically powered, etc. however nowone could confirm or deny them/ Another elusive piece of information was his age.) On days when he wasn' t
preparing a body he could be depended upon to watch the local children, and from the word of the children it seemed he was quite the accomplished storyteller. On those rare days when nowone died and no children
needed watching( and sometimes even then) he could be seen practicing with a massive longbow sending arrow after arrow into target posts he' d driven into the ground near the great pile - Occasionally he
would host archery contests or carve hunting bows for sale in the market. Among Bob' s oddities, one often struck many as the oddest, when merchants came to town he' d always buy up large quantities as
well as all the iron, copper, bronze, and other raw metals that the blacksmith couldn' t afford or just didn' t buy. It was never very much at a time, for the village was far from any mining settlements, but the odd
purchases were as regular as the sunrise. When asked about them he' d just smile and say, "it' s for a little project of mine...”
I monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 38
One spring a merchant drove his cart in with the news of a massive band of orks wandering through the land pillaging and razing whole villages to the ground. And that the band was working its way in the general
direction the town, this problem was immediately the subject everywhere. Aweek passed then they started coming, a steady stream of refugees filed through the town one way and some eight-
hundred soldiers ofthe local noble the other. News reached the town later ofthe staggering defeat ofthe soldiers in an ambush, along with the three survivors.
When the local children spoke fearfully of this news to Bob, he told the children wait outside while he went and got some things, when he returned he had belted on an old looking sword, and a quiver of arrows. With
the children in tow the man walked to the home of the town magistrate and knocked upon the door. The magistrate himself answered.
What is the meaning of this?" his gaze took in Bob' s weaponry, "are we under attack, WHAT IS T? l? r' it had been a trying time for everyone, especially the magistrate whose duty it was to see to town affairs.
This business with the orks is causing problems and I don' t like it, it' s scaring the children." the magistrate looked confused by this odd statement and was about to speak when Bob cut him off. ‘I' d like to put a
stop to it, but I' ll need the cooperation of the towny The civic leader looked at him silently for a moment
I part 3 monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 38
You, a lone old man? What can you do, ordo you have an army hidden away?" the man just smiled and said.
Open the main road out of town an hour before dark, then you shall saef He turned and left the magistrate standing at his door, dumfounded look and all.
Later, the word was given that the road be cleared for important town business, at his house the children watched Bob walk to the back of his lot and start digging out the front of the mound he and others had used
as an arrow backstop for years. By evening he had uncovered a large door of aged wood bound in steel; He opened it and disappeared inside; when he reemerged what followed him was a sight that would live forever
in the minds of all who saw, for he lead agreat horde of undead warriors; First came over a hundred ranks, ten abreast of preserved undead wearing spotless plates of steel armor, in each rank was adorned with its
own symbol Mamire inlaid in copper on their breastplate, or ofa silver star, each carried a sword and shield. Behind them came the skeletons, overton thousand ofthem, each one reinforced with
banding effron along the spine and limbs, all ofthem carried a longbow and quiver loaded with black arrows as well as a menacing hammer, behind them trotted some ten 'horses' reanimated pack beasts loaded
greatly with more quivers of arrows. The last and smallest group numbered no more than three dozen, undead again, clad in cloaks of black patterned in silver, from within the ebon shrouds darkened plates of armor
glinted faintly, and slung about them was an array of implements oodeath, all of which glowed faintly even to the eyes of the mortals watching.
I part 4... END monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 39
At the end oftern the magistrate stood awestruck at the sight of' harmless old Bob' the fixture ofthe town, the guardian mychildren, and the dead, marching surrounded by laughing children and followed by a legion.
See" said one child loudly to his parents "his stories ARE true he even let me help with some ofthose."
look it' s great grandpa" said a little girl, one of the undead, without missing a step, drew and waved his sword at the little girl and her family, who promptly fainted- The magistrate looked at the child then at the man
then back again. The necromancer halted his army before him bow in hand.
The eternal Legion, at your service all volunteers accounted for awaiting your leave to depart and do what must be done. -.”
Bob ame
He was athenry man. Whenever anyone asked his name he always responded the same, "Bob, and your name?" He lived by himself on the edge ofthe town running agood business incinerating people as part of
the local tradition ; His house was of moderate size at the front of a large lot backed by a high earthen mound (none remember a time it wasn' t there). Rumors wandered the town; that he was secretly
rich, that he collected magical objects, and that his furnace was magically powered, etc. however nowone could confirm or deny them/ Another elusive piece of information was his age.) On days when he wasn' t
preparing a body he could be depended upon to watch the local children, and from the word of the children it seemed he was quite the accomplished storyteller. On those rare days when nowone died and no children
needed watching( and sometimes even then) he could be seen practicing with a massive longbow sending arrow after arrow into target posts he' d driven into the ground near the great pile - Occasionally he
would host archery contests or carve hunting bows for sale in the market. Among Bob' s oddities, one often struck many as the oddest, when merchants came to town he' d always buy up large quantities as
well as all the iron, copper, bronze, and other raw metals that the blacksmith couldn' t afford or just didn' t buy. It was never very much at a time, for the village was far from any mining settlements, but the odd
purchases were as regular as the sunrise. When asked about them he' d just smile and say, "it' s for a little project of mine...”
I monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 38
One spring a merchant drove his cart in with the news of a massive band of orks wandering through the land pillaging and razing whole villages to the ground. And that the band was working its way in the general
direction the town, this problem was immediately the subject everywhere. Aweek passed then they started coming, a steady stream of refugees filed through the town one way and some eight-
hundred soldiers ofthe local noble the other. News reached the town later ofthe staggering defeat ofthe soldiers in an ambush, along with the three survivors.
When the local children spoke fearfully of this news to Bob, he told the children wait outside while he went and got some things, when he returned he had belted on an old looking sword, and a quiver of arrows. With
the children in tow the man walked to the home of the town magistrate and knocked upon the door. The magistrate himself answered.
What is the meaning of this?" his gaze took in Bob' s weaponry, "are we under attack, WHAT IS T? l? r' it had been a trying time for everyone, especially the magistrate whose duty it was to see to town affairs.
This business with the orks is causing problems and I don' t like it, it' s scaring the children." the magistrate looked confused by this odd statement and was about to speak when Bob cut him off. ‘I' d like to put a
stop to it, but I' ll need the cooperation of the towny The civic leader looked at him silently for a moment
I part 3 monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 38
You, a lone old man? What can you do, ordo you have an army hidden away?" the man just smiled and said.
Open the main road out of town an hour before dark, then you shall saef He turned and left the magistrate standing at his door, dumfounded look and all.
Later, the word was given that the road be cleared for important town business, at his house the children watched Bob walk to the back of his lot and start digging out the front of the mound he and others had used
as an arrow backstop for years. By evening he had uncovered a large door of aged wood bound in steel; He opened it and disappeared inside; when he reemerged what followed him was a sight that would live forever
in the minds of all who saw, for he lead agreat horde of undead warriors; First came over a hundred ranks, ten abreast of preserved undead wearing spotless plates of steel armor, in each rank was adorned with its
own symbol Mamire inlaid in copper on their breastplate, or ofa silver star, each carried a sword and shield. Behind them came the skeletons, overton thousand ofthem, each one reinforced with
banding effron along the spine and limbs, all ofthem carried a longbow and quiver loaded with black arrows as well as a menacing hammer, behind them trotted some ten 'horses' reanimated pack beasts loaded
greatly with more quivers of arrows. The last and smallest group numbered no more than three dozen, undead again, clad in cloaks of black patterned in silver, from within the ebon shrouds darkened plates of armor
glinted faintly, and slung about them was an array of implements oodeath, all of which glowed faintly even to the eyes of the mortals watching.
I part 4... END monotremes 12/ 31/ 11( Sat) 23: 39
At the end oftern the magistrate stood awestruck at the sight of' harmless old Bob' the fixture ofthe town, the guardian mychildren, and the dead, marching surrounded by laughing children and followed by a legion.
See" said one child loudly to his parents "his stories ARE true he even let me help with some ofthose."
look it' s great grandpa" said a little girl, one of the undead, without missing a step, drew and waved his sword at the little girl and her family, who promptly fainted- The magistrate looked at the child then at the man
then back again. The necromancer halted his army before him bow in hand.
The eternal Legion, at your service all volunteers accounted for awaiting your leave to depart and do what must be done. -.”
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