The Elves turned out to be the oddest pair Chester and Talo had ever met, though they were clearly very intelligent. One might say that they were entirely too intelligent and Chester sensed that their superior intellect could invite issue later on. For now, the Elves were manageable if you’re capable of ignoring their condescending sighs and their belittling eye-rolls.
O’Malley was the taller of the two; stout and proper. O’Malley smoked a long thin pipe that swooped down low to an upturned bell. A substance unknown smoldered in the pipe; thin wispy smoke slithered around him like a ghost snake. O’Malley spoke with the thick accent unknown which is common of Elves and dressed in the traditional tailored elfish suit complete with top-hat and split tail coat. He carried his barrel chest high and proud.
“Rubbish.” O’Malley proclaimed often, “Absolute bloody rubbish! I suppose you’d be thinking we’re’n jus’ gonna march n’there’n talk to im then? Ask’im to kindly stop yer plunderin’?” This was a typical response from O’Malley on any suggestion, idea, or proposal made by anyone other than O’Malley.
O’Malley’s better half, O’Charles, was only slightly less a challenge to tolerate. O’Charles stood a little hunched and with a look of incurable orneriness. His clothing was perfectly trimmed, but O’Charles preferred the traditional elfish attire and sported a fanfold red kilt, knee high beige tasseled socks, and a dark green oversized beret. O’Charles’ bright orange side-burns dipped low before joining his thick bushy mustache; the pale skin of his chin featured red stubble.
O’Charles really didn’t say much, but had developed the unique ability of making you feel inferior without saying a word. O’Charles would usually only confirm something O’Malley said with a- “Aigh, Ya! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right.”
The Gnome was by far Chester’s favorite. He was a jolly fat man with a bushy white beard and drooping hat. His persistent smile never ceased; thumb flexing his suspenders and agreeing with optimism. His name was Higgins- quite possibly the most likeable creature on the planet. Higgins.
Higgins was also one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet. Don’t let his jolly appearance fool you. It is true, these magical creatures are not prone to violence and frown on direct retaliation, but the Gnome has figured out a way around direct retaliation. The Gnome has developed the unique ability to pass into multiple dimensions and quickly make minor adjustments that indirectly effect an adversary in the present. Higgins generally agreed with anything anyone said, suggested, or implied. Always with a reassuring “Aigh! That there is an Idea! A good idea, if I do say so!”
As for the Pixie; Confident, fearfully capable, intimidatingly brave, ferociously courageous, and untameably impatient. It could be said that this was the first time Chester fell in love, but that would be rumor and we’re above that. Observably, Chester appeared love-struck and completely surrendered when in the proximity of the Pixie. Her name was Faye and she did not feel the same about Chester.
“Can we PLEASE come to a decision!?” Faye yelled above the squabbling group.
“Aigh, Ya, That’s right, that’s…” “Aigh! That there…” “And I suppose…” “…right, that’s right.” “…a good idea…” “Please!...”
The murmur of catch phrases was abruptly cut off by the boom of the Dwarf voice casting his vote. It is important to note that Elves, Woodlings, Fairies, and Pixies are roughly the same tiny size and anything larger than they are typically considered a threat. The Dwarf was the largest ally the fairy kingdom had; smaller than most humans, though significantly larger than most inhabitants of the forest. Known for his tremendous strength and unfettered loyalty. The dwarf was by far the giant and the muscle of the group; the only in the Alliance to carry a weapon- an axe. His name is Vin… Not the axe, the Dwarf. The Dwarf’s name is Vin. The name of his axe is unknown.
“I say we kill it! It’s the only way to stop it!” Something about the casualness of Vin’s thunderous and surprisingly callous proposal sent chills up Chester’s spine. The giant dwarf secretly terrified Chester.
“Aigh, Ya! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right.”
“I guess you’d be havin us walk in there like we’re’nt skeerd and ask’im to lie down’n die then?” Said O’Malley. Chester grimaced uncomprehendingly at this.
“Aigh, ya! That’s right, that’s right…”
“Aigh! That there is an Idea! A good idea, if I do say so!” Chester shrugged confusingly at this and replied- “What’s a good idea!? What’s right… who?” Chester looked concernedly up at the dwarf who looked mildly agitated.
“QUIET!” Faye, the pixie, screamed out. “The Woodling makes the call. Like it or hate it, that’s the rule.”
“Aigh, ya! That’s right…”
Faye and the rest of the group looked questioningly (and doubtingly) at Chester. Chester looked at Talo and received an under-the-breath scold and irritated shake of the head in return.
A Woodling, as it turns out, is not the best creature to ask a yes vote in regards to capital punishment.
“Aigh! D’we kill it?” O’Malley asked, “Or d’we nay!?”
“Aigh, that’s right, that’s ri…” O’Charles confirmed.
Chester took a deep breath and considered what he was being asked- Do we kill the Sasquatch, and is there any other way?
Truly, there seemed no other way. Now that the Sasquatch knows of the stones, he will not stop until they’re piled in his den. There was no other way. But asking a Woodling for a permission for violence was unfair and outcome predictable.
“NO!” Chester said defiantly departed from the consensus opinion.
“No. We’ll find another way. Surely, the beast can be outsmarted? Don’t you agree?” Chester pleaded desperately. “We’re smarter than this! We’re smarter than killing a beast for doing what is in its nature to do! Right?” The Alliance members let out a collective sigh of retreat from their individual opinions. Good decision, bad decision; it was the Woodling’s decision to make. That was the rule that the fairies stipulated as Chester had been the only creature to have ever successfully recovered a Soul-Stone.
Chester accepted the responsibility of “leader” with a casual ignorance of what it meant to be the “leader”.
To Be Continued……………
O’Malley was the taller of the two; stout and proper. O’Malley smoked a long thin pipe that swooped down low to an upturned bell. A substance unknown smoldered in the pipe; thin wispy smoke slithered around him like a ghost snake. O’Malley spoke with the thick accent unknown which is common of Elves and dressed in the traditional tailored elfish suit complete with top-hat and split tail coat. He carried his barrel chest high and proud.
“Rubbish.” O’Malley proclaimed often, “Absolute bloody rubbish! I suppose you’d be thinking we’re’n jus’ gonna march n’there’n talk to im then? Ask’im to kindly stop yer plunderin’?” This was a typical response from O’Malley on any suggestion, idea, or proposal made by anyone other than O’Malley.
O’Malley’s better half, O’Charles, was only slightly less a challenge to tolerate. O’Charles stood a little hunched and with a look of incurable orneriness. His clothing was perfectly trimmed, but O’Charles preferred the traditional elfish attire and sported a fanfold red kilt, knee high beige tasseled socks, and a dark green oversized beret. O’Charles’ bright orange side-burns dipped low before joining his thick bushy mustache; the pale skin of his chin featured red stubble.
O’Charles really didn’t say much, but had developed the unique ability of making you feel inferior without saying a word. O’Charles would usually only confirm something O’Malley said with a- “Aigh, Ya! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right.”
The Gnome was by far Chester’s favorite. He was a jolly fat man with a bushy white beard and drooping hat. His persistent smile never ceased; thumb flexing his suspenders and agreeing with optimism. His name was Higgins- quite possibly the most likeable creature on the planet. Higgins.
Higgins was also one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet. Don’t let his jolly appearance fool you. It is true, these magical creatures are not prone to violence and frown on direct retaliation, but the Gnome has figured out a way around direct retaliation. The Gnome has developed the unique ability to pass into multiple dimensions and quickly make minor adjustments that indirectly effect an adversary in the present. Higgins generally agreed with anything anyone said, suggested, or implied. Always with a reassuring “Aigh! That there is an Idea! A good idea, if I do say so!”
As for the Pixie; Confident, fearfully capable, intimidatingly brave, ferociously courageous, and untameably impatient. It could be said that this was the first time Chester fell in love, but that would be rumor and we’re above that. Observably, Chester appeared love-struck and completely surrendered when in the proximity of the Pixie. Her name was Faye and she did not feel the same about Chester.
“Can we PLEASE come to a decision!?” Faye yelled above the squabbling group.
“Aigh, Ya, That’s right, that’s…” “Aigh! That there…” “And I suppose…” “…right, that’s right.” “…a good idea…” “Please!...”
The murmur of catch phrases was abruptly cut off by the boom of the Dwarf voice casting his vote. It is important to note that Elves, Woodlings, Fairies, and Pixies are roughly the same tiny size and anything larger than they are typically considered a threat. The Dwarf was the largest ally the fairy kingdom had; smaller than most humans, though significantly larger than most inhabitants of the forest. Known for his tremendous strength and unfettered loyalty. The dwarf was by far the giant and the muscle of the group; the only in the Alliance to carry a weapon- an axe. His name is Vin… Not the axe, the Dwarf. The Dwarf’s name is Vin. The name of his axe is unknown.
“I say we kill it! It’s the only way to stop it!” Something about the casualness of Vin’s thunderous and surprisingly callous proposal sent chills up Chester’s spine. The giant dwarf secretly terrified Chester.
“Aigh, Ya! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right.”
“I guess you’d be havin us walk in there like we’re’nt skeerd and ask’im to lie down’n die then?” Said O’Malley. Chester grimaced uncomprehendingly at this.
“Aigh, ya! That’s right, that’s right…”
“Aigh! That there is an Idea! A good idea, if I do say so!” Chester shrugged confusingly at this and replied- “What’s a good idea!? What’s right… who?” Chester looked concernedly up at the dwarf who looked mildly agitated.
“QUIET!” Faye, the pixie, screamed out. “The Woodling makes the call. Like it or hate it, that’s the rule.”
“Aigh, ya! That’s right…”
Faye and the rest of the group looked questioningly (and doubtingly) at Chester. Chester looked at Talo and received an under-the-breath scold and irritated shake of the head in return.
A Woodling, as it turns out, is not the best creature to ask a yes vote in regards to capital punishment.
“Aigh! D’we kill it?” O’Malley asked, “Or d’we nay!?”
“Aigh, that’s right, that’s ri…” O’Charles confirmed.
Chester took a deep breath and considered what he was being asked- Do we kill the Sasquatch, and is there any other way?
Truly, there seemed no other way. Now that the Sasquatch knows of the stones, he will not stop until they’re piled in his den. There was no other way. But asking a Woodling for a permission for violence was unfair and outcome predictable.
“NO!” Chester said defiantly departed from the consensus opinion.
“No. We’ll find another way. Surely, the beast can be outsmarted? Don’t you agree?” Chester pleaded desperately. “We’re smarter than this! We’re smarter than killing a beast for doing what is in its nature to do! Right?” The Alliance members let out a collective sigh of retreat from their individual opinions. Good decision, bad decision; it was the Woodling’s decision to make. That was the rule that the fairies stipulated as Chester had been the only creature to have ever successfully recovered a Soul-Stone.
Chester accepted the responsibility of “leader” with a casual ignorance of what it meant to be the “leader”.
To Be Continued……………