"I have gathered you all here today to discuss our plan, moving forward. As you know, we are the only Lords remaining. What you do not know, however, is that King Ciar the Eighth has located his Chosen One." "InCONceivable!" exclaimed The Conedian. "Preposterous," agreed Sogel Rome. "Sillier than a bat in a swimming pool," added Cowboy Guru. The ever-silent Frost Lurker shot him a look filled with both ice and fire. "Enough, enough, my fellow Lords of Evil," yelled the giant celery standing at the table's head. "Our influence over the Twelve Realms is at an all-time-low. Ever since he came into power, King Ciar the Eighth has been dismantling our organization's power. Now, our only safe space is within the borders of this Dentonian Realm. Seven of us have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces. All of us know what must be done." "The Eternal Bricks?" asked Sogel Rome with bewilderment and apprehension. "Exactly. If we collect all twelve of them before King Ciar and his Chosen One do, the Lords of Evil can rule over the Twelve Realms once again!" Mr. Dentist looked across the table at his comrades, examining each one. The Conedian was a talking sombrero, cast out of Enchiladaland for his incessant pun-making. During his exile, he had been trained by Mr. Dentist to become one of the new Lords of Evil. In fact, Mr. Dentist trained all eleven of his fellow Lords. Named after the ancient organization which ruled the Twelve Realms for a thousand years, the Lords of Evil included an outcast from each Realm. Frost Lurker was the easiest to train, or perhaps the hardest. She was a being of great power, from the land of Readosia. Cowboy Guru was significantly less so, expelled from the Wildlands for his nonsensical metaphors. And there was, of course, Sogel Rome, the floating top hat from Ghosttown. The most intelligent of the Lords, he did not always play by the rules of Mr. Dentist. The celery stalk himself was once the King of Dentonia, a land where dental hygiene was supreme. After being overthrown, he brought together the Lords and took back his kingdom. But he could not stop there. The Lords we all pawns, and this was his game.
"I have gathered you all here today to discuss our plan, moving forward. As you know, we are the only Lords remaining. What you do not know, however, is that King Ciar the Eighth has located his Chosen One." "InCONceivable!" exclaimed The Conedian. "Preposterous," agreed Sogel Rome. "Sillier than a bat in a swimming pool," added Cowboy Guru. The ever-silent Frost Lurker shot him a look filled with both ice and fire. "Enough, enough, my fellow Lords of Evil," yelled the giant celery standing at the table's head. "Our influence over the Twelve Realms is at an all-time-low. Ever since he came into power, King Ciar the Eighth has been dismantling our organization's power. Now, our only safe space is within the borders of this Dentonian Realm. Seven of us have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces. All of us know what must be done." "The Eternal Bricks?" asked Sogel Rome with bewilderment and apprehension. "Exactly. If we collect all twelve of them before King Ciar and his Chosen One do, the Lords of Evil can rule over the Twelve Realms once again!" Mr. Dentist looked across the table at his comrades, examining each one. The Conedian was a talking sombrero, cast out of Enchiladaland for his incessant pun-making. During his exile, he had been trained by Mr. Dentist to become one of the new Lords of Evil. In fact, Mr. Dentist trained all eleven of his fellow Lords. Named after the ancient organization which ruled the Twelve Realms for a thousand years, the Lords of Evil included an outcast from each Realm. Frost Lurker was the easiest to train, or perhaps the hardest. She was a being of great power, from the land of Readosia. Cowboy Guru was significantly less so, expelled from the Wildlands for his nonsensical metaphors. And there was, of course, Sogel Rome, the floating top hat from Ghosttown. The most intelligent of the Lords, he did not always play by the rules of Mr. Dentist. The celery stalk himself was once the King of Dentonia, a land where dental hygiene was supreme. After being overthrown, he brought together the Lords and took back his kingdom. But he could not stop there. The Lords we all pawns, and this was his game.
Yes. =P And technically it’s Bonneton, not Ghosttown. =P
"I have gathered you all here today to discuss our plan, moving forward. As you know, we are the only Lords remaining. What you do not know, however, is that King Ciar the Eighth has located his Chosen One." "InCONceivable!" exclaimed The Conedian. "Preposterous," agreed Sogel Rome. "Sillier than a bat in a swimming pool," added Cowboy Guru. The ever-silent Frost Lurker shot him a look filled with both ice and fire. "Enough, enough, my fellow Lords of Evil," yelled the giant celery standing at the table's head. "Our influence over the Twelve Realms is at an all-time-low. Ever since he came into power, King Ciar the Eighth has been dismantling our organization's power. Now, our only safe space is within the borders of this Dentonian Realm. Seven of us have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces. All of us know what must be done." "The Eternal Bricks?" asked Sogel Rome with bewilderment and apprehension. "Exactly. If we collect all twelve of them before King Ciar and his Chosen One do, the Lords of Evil can rule over the Twelve Realms once again!" Mr. Dentist looked across the table at his comrades, examining each one. The Conedian was a talking sombrero, cast out of Enchiladaland for his incessant pun-making. During his exile, he had been trained by Mr. Dentist to become one of the new Lords of Evil. In fact, Mr. Dentist trained all eleven of his fellow Lords. Named after the ancient organization which ruled the Twelve Realms for a thousand years, the Lords of Evil included an outcast from each Realm. Frost Lurker was the easiest to train, or perhaps the hardest. She was a being of great power, from the land of Readosia. Cowboy Guru was significantly less so, expelled from the Wildlands for his nonsensical metaphors. And there was, of course, Sogel Rome, the floating top hat from Ghosttown. The most intelligent of the Lords, he did not always play by the rules of Mr. Dentist. The celery stalk himself was once the King of Dentonia, a land where dental hygiene was supreme. After being overthrown, he brought together the Lords and took back his kingdom. But he could not stop there. The Lords we all pawns, and this was his game.
Yes. =P And technically it’s Bonneton, not Ghosttown. =P
"I have gathered you all here today to discuss our plan, moving forward. As you know, we are the only Lords remaining. What you do not know, however, is that King Ciar the Eighth has located his Chosen One." "InCONceivable!" exclaimed The Conedian. "Preposterous," agreed Sogel Rome. "Sillier than a bat in a swimming pool," added Cowboy Guru. The ever-silent Frost Lurker shot him a look filled with both ice and fire. "Enough, enough, my fellow Lords of Evil," yelled the giant celery standing at the table's head. "Our influence over the Twelve Realms is at an all-time-low. Ever since he came into power, King Ciar the Eighth has been dismantling our organization's power. Now, our only safe space is within the borders of this Dentonian Realm. Seven of us have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces. All of us know what must be done." "The Eternal Bricks?" asked Sogel Rome with bewilderment and apprehension. "Exactly. If we collect all twelve of them before King Ciar and his Chosen One do, the Lords of Evil can rule over the Twelve Realms once again!" Mr. Dentist looked across the table at his comrades, examining each one. The Conedian was a talking sombrero, cast out of Enchiladaland for his incessant pun-making. During his exile, he had been trained by Mr. Dentist to become one of the new Lords of Evil. In fact, Mr. Dentist trained all eleven of his fellow Lords. Named after the ancient organization which ruled the Twelve Realms for a thousand years, the Lords of Evil included an outcast from each Realm. Frost Lurker was the easiest to train, or perhaps the hardest. She was a being of great power, from the land of Readosia. Cowboy Guru was significantly less so, expelled from the Wildlands for his nonsensical metaphors. And there was, of course, Sogel Rome, the floating top hat from Ghosttown. The most intelligent of the Lords, he did not always play by the rules of Mr. Dentist. The celery stalk himself was once the King of Dentonia, a land where dental hygiene was supreme. After being overthrown, he brought together the Lords and took back his kingdom. But he could not stop there. The Lords we all pawns, and this was his game.
"I have gathered you all here today to discuss our plan, moving forward. As you know, we are the only Lords remaining. What you do not know, however, is that King Ciar the Eighth has located his Chosen One." "InCONceivable!" exclaimed The Conedian. "Preposterous," agreed Sogel Rome. "Sillier than a bat in a swimming pool," added Cowboy Guru. The ever-silent Frost Lurker shot him a look filled with both ice and fire. "Enough, enough, my fellow Lords of Evil," yelled the giant celery standing at the table's head. "Our influence over the Twelve Realms is at an all-time-low. Ever since he came into power, King Ciar the Eighth has been dismantling our organization's power. Now, our only safe space is within the borders of this Dentonian Realm. Seven of us have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces. All of us know what must be done." "The Eternal Bricks?" asked Sogel Rome with bewilderment and apprehension. "Exactly. If we collect all twelve of them before King Ciar and his Chosen One do, the Lords of Evil can rule over the Twelve Realms once again!" Mr. Dentist looked across the table at his comrades, examining each one. The Conedian was a talking sombrero, cast out of Enchiladaland for his incessant pun-making. During his exile, he had been trained by Mr. Dentist to become one of the new Lords of Evil. In fact, Mr. Dentist trained all eleven of his fellow Lords. Named after the ancient organization which ruled the Twelve Realms for a thousand years, the Lords of Evil included an outcast from each Realm. Frost Lurker was the easiest to train, or perhaps the hardest. She was a being of great power, from the land of Readosia. Cowboy Guru was significantly less so, expelled from the Wildlands for his nonsensical metaphors. And there was, of course, Sogel Rome, the floating top hat from Ghosttown. The most intelligent of the Lords, he did not always play by the rules of Mr. Dentist. The celery stalk himself was once the King of Dentonia, a land where dental hygiene was supreme. After being overthrown, he brought together the Lords and took back his kingdom. But he could not stop there. The Lords we all pawns, and this was his game.
I like this Condeian guy/thing. Great part Ultra!
thanks! i have a bit of a plan for the conedian if it doesn't contradict anything mock writes
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