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Forums  > Roleplay  > Roleplay Forums  > Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale     Display using: Flat View Threaded View   Oldest to newest Newest to oldest Previous Thread :: Next Thread   Author  Thread: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale  Vandle Savage Joined: 20 Sep 2003 Total Posts: 596 Send PM   Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 15 Apr 2004 06:37 PM Vandle sat there at the table, doing what he now spent his free moments doing: sorting through his pie recipes. Flour still clung to his long hair, giving him an aged appearance. "Ahh, Divine Blueberry! I simply must try this one out! But blast, where shall I find bluebrries at this ho..." Suddenly, the serene quiet was broken by a loud rapping at his chamber door. Vandle quickly tore off the apron he was wearing, brushed the flour out of his hair with his hands frantically, and hurried towards the door to answer it. He opened the door, but no one was there. He leaned out of the door and peered into the night. Nothing, all was quiet. The leaves of the trees rustled with the wind. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. The full silver moon shone it's light down upon the Springtime world as it had done for eons. Vandle shrugged and walked back inside, closing the door behind him. "Oh well, must be farmer Gradvie's children playing tricks again" Vandle thought as he walked back to the table. He picked up his apron from behind the chair where he had thrown it in his haste to avoid being seen in an embarrasing way. He tied it's straps in a double-loop as was his custom and reached his hand into the sack of flour to dust his table with the culinary powder. Suddenly, the knock returned, this time in a rhythmic fashion. Vandle furrowed his brows "Blasted kids, well, if they want to play tricks, then a trick is what they will get!" He thought to himself. He grabbed the sack of flour and dashed for the door. He opened the door quickly and threw the contents of the sack out of the doorway. .... .... .... The demon blinked as the flour fell off of him, his red skin now a pale shade of pink thanks to the powder. Then he smiled the most malice-filled grin Vandle had ever seen as his skin erupted in flames, igniting the flour and sending acrid black smoke soaring into the air. Vandle franticly looked around himself. Gone were the trees whose leaves had been softly dancing in the wind. Gone was the soft grass he had stood on only moments before. Gone was the silver moon that had bathed his home in it's loving light. He was now surrounded by only flame and death. Everywhere he turned, there was flame. Everywhere he looked, there were hundreds of different humanoid corpses in various states of decay. Elves, humans, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, orcs, goblins, and so on. All sorts. All dead. And in this hellish scene, stood Vandle, in his blue pajamas with a flour coated apron tied to himself. Armed only with an empty sack of flour, Vandle turned to face the demonic master of this place. "Tsk tsk tsk" the demon sounded as he shook his head at Vandle. "So this is what has become of the mighty warrior of Midoran? This is all that remains of the man who once wielded the sentient blade called Dancer?" The demon smiled broadly, displaying row upon row of dagger-like teeth. "All that remains is this...cook? A baker? You've traded in your greatsword that you once wielded so zealously for a rolling pin?" The demon began giggling , which became chuckling, which became a great cacophony of mocking laughter hitting Vandle like a torrent of hellish hail stones. Vandle clenched his fists in fury. "Who are you! What do you want!" The demon stopped laughing as suddenly as he began and fixed Vandle with a stare that could have burnt a hole into the side of a mountain. "I merely want to thank you! You've made our jobs SO much easier when you became complacent! To thank you for allowing that burning desire to fight evil wherever it stands to shrivel up and die within your baker's heart! Face it Vandle! You are a has been!" With that the demon began to fade with his laughter ringing in the air. "dang you!" Vandle shouted as he began swinging furiously at the fading image of the demon. Suddenly, the floor opened up as if the very stone itself were attempting to swallow Vandle's soul. Vandle fell: downward spiral. Plummeting into an abyss of nothingness: downward spiral. Descending ever deeper into the depths of eternity: downward spiral... "NOOOO!" Vandle awoke with a start, the sheets of his bed dripping wet with his sweat. He bolted upright. He was in his room at The Unicorn Inn, in his beloved Midor. "It was merely a dream" he panted. "Nothing but another damnable dream!" He let his head fall into his hands....he never noticed the flour fall from his hair... I'm The Cult of Personality.  Gasher_Bloodspuer Joined: 12 Jun 2003 Total Posts: 670 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 15 Apr 2004 09:19 PM ((LOL Dude you gotta tell vandle to stop havin pie before bed. *in his best nagging motherly voice* "How many times I gotta tell you dont have sweets before bed or youll have bad dreams".. Seriously tho if that dream doesnt scare vandle out of the kitchen and back to smitin E- VILLE nothin will heh eh .))  flourite Joined: 01 Feb 2004 Total Posts: 85 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 15 Apr 2004 09:46 PM ((rotfl....maybe Vandle was ~actually~ workin' on a pie to summon demons..and he just won't admit it?great read Vandle! }end comment{ Kree)) ~ Kriayna Wildberry ~ -this post has in no way been paid for nor endorsed by PAJWT, The Broken Mask tavern, The Black Hand, or any other completely unrelated group-  Vandle Savage Joined: 20 Sep 2003 Total Posts: 596 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 16 Apr 2004 12:46 AM heheh, thanks for the replies! This may sound shallow, but the more feedback I get, the more it inspires me to write, so I hope I can at least semi-entertain you all! Peace n Love, Van I'm The Cult of Personality.  Mykal Joined: 06 Feb 2004 Total Posts: 1633 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 16 Apr 2004 07:51 AM I absolutly LOVE the idea of a holy warrior/baker. It's such an odd combination, I hope that continues IG. Mykal Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. -Henry David Thoreau  Gene Joined: 23 Aug 2003 Total Posts: 184 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 16 Apr 2004 08:55 AM ((Great story Vandle. All I can think about right now is Frank Zappa's "Muffin Man." Keeps 'em coming man!)) "Some people, like cupcakes exclusively while myself I say there is naught, nor ought there be nothing so exhalted on the face of god's gray earth, as that prince of foods, the muffin." "Girl, you thought he was a man, but he was a muffin. he hung around till you found that he didn't know nothing. Girl, you thought he was a man, but he only was a muffin!" ~ Frank Zappa -Gene "PLEASE!!! Bury me with it!"  Trishy Joined: 03 Feb 2004 Total Posts: 423 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 16 Apr 2004 04:52 PM OOC I loved this story, Vandle. Mixing the very mundane character quirk of a man who likes to bake with the complacent fighter of evil...lol...how many interesting directions could this go! Looking forward to the next installment... Trishy Trishy Macha Sparrowsong - Song is my life Coretta Alandar - Cleric of Midoran Dekla Debena - whatever Not all people who wander are lost.  Mykal Joined: 06 Feb 2004 Total Posts: 1633 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 28 Sep 2005 10:03 PM ((Blast from the past! I couldn't resist bringing up this tale for the new generation. Behold, Vandle, the baker-paladin!)) Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. -Henry David Thoreau  Uncleboffo Joined: 04 Aug 2003 Total Posts: 149 Send PM   Re: Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale Posted: 28 Sep 2005 11:30 PM Great read Vandle keep up the good work You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. ~Robin Williams Previous Thread :: Next Thread  Page 1 of 1   Forums  > Roleplay  > Roleplay Forums  > Baker's Hell: A Vandle Tale