Story time!!! and yes, I'm using a lot of pictures get over it. XP

The King of Applesauce

Once upon a time there was a King. A King who created applesauce and looooveed it oh so much. This King's name was Aram Hyrule. One day, the King decided that he would grant everyone in the Kingdom a free barrel of applesauce.



"Applesauce for Everyone!!!" he cried.


But his mother, the wise Zelda, was unamused. "Aram," she scolded him, "we can't afford to give everyone in the kingdom of Hyrule a barrel of applesauce." King Aram began to cry and pitch a hissy fit suitable for a six year old.



"BUT MOOOOOOOMMMYYY!!!! WHY NOT? I WANT THE APPLESAUCE! I WANNA SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE CUZ I LIKE IT AND EVERYONE SHOULD LIKE APPLESAUCE...I WAAAAAANNNTTT TO DO IIITTTT!! APPLESAAAAAAAAUUUUUCCCEEEE!!!!!!!"

After kicking and screaming for several minutes, the King calmed down and crossed his arms. He pursed his lips as he threatened to cry more if she did not do as he asked. "No," his mother said sternly. She looked at him and shook her head. Angered, King Aram began to move toward Zelda, but her royal guards caught him.



"I don't like you mommy!! I keeel you!! I want my applesauce!!!" he squealed as he reached desperately for her.

Fortunately for his mother, the royal guards carried him to his room where he squawled and kicked until he wore himself out and fell asleep. Zelda let out an exasperated sigh as she reclined in her throne, placing a hand to her forehead. "I'm getting too old for this."

Vampires and Sheikah

Once upon a time there was a young nobleman named Raz. He wasn’t very old, but he was quite clever. Of the two Daast boys, Raz was always quite observant and always on the prowl to create mischief. One day, he finally realized that his mentor, Zhivko, never really went out during the day. So he mustered up enough courage to confront him. He looked up at the tall Sheikah and stood as confidently as he was able to.



“Deevko,” Raz asked, “Are you a vampire?”

The older man looked down at the child with a raised eyebrow. “No.” “But Deevko! You never go outside during the day.” Zhivko sighed heavily.


“Go eat your supper, Raz,” he replied flatly before poofing away.

Young Raz held his head down as he made his way toward the dining hall, but as he sat down to eat, he stared intently at his mentor. After biting into an apple, the Sheikah met the boy’s gaze. “What?” “You have pointy teeth, Deevko.” Raz leaned forward in awe as his eyes widened. “Are you sure you’re not a vampire?” “Yes,” Zhivko growled before poofing away once more.

The next week, after having become irriated with being constantly called a vampire, Zhivko requested to speak to Leovir. After a fairly short discussion, the Duke called in Raz, who grinned at the sight of the Sheikah. “Hi Deevko!” The white haired man nodded to acknowledge his underling. “Raz, I just wanted to clear something up. Zhivko is not a vampire, he’s a Sheikah.” "But what about the pointy teeth!?” the young Raz exclaimed. Leovir smiled and chuckled at his son. “Your teeth are pointy too. They are ca—“ Before he could finish, Raz gasped and put a finger in his mouth to check. He looked up at Leovir with a look of astonishment. “DAD!! Does this mean I’m a vampire too?”



Leovir looked to Zhivko, who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I’ve already tried explaining and he is your son.” He poofed away in a cloud of smoke and left Duke Leovir to deal with Raz.

Morgana.....that was EPIC!!!

I was laughing so hard when I read this that I nearly fell out of my chair! It totally made my day!!

And I have to say...the pictures of Aram are perfect! I love the facial expressions! :lol:

Tell a story about the Pontiffs walking in the rain!

Ok the pics may not be Arthas, like I WISH they was, but they work just as well. Besides, Lucius had more facial expressions to work with lol.

The Tale of the Heirless


Once upon a time, there was a man with long silver hair named Count Ludovic von Eldrick. Ludovic, as he had come to be, was a powerful politician and a very wealthy and respected nobleman (not to mention he had the finest abs in all the land!).

One day, however, after sitting in his favorite chair and enjoying a glass of wine, he realized he had no way of passing on his legacy. Rising to his feet, the man turned swiftly on his heel and went to storage cabinet for more wine. Taking a silver lock between his fingers, he exhaled sharply. “An heir, an heir. I need an heir…” The dark voice that often spoke to him returned. “You have that Etrom to take care of first. He IS your rightful heir.” Ludovic’s brows pressed together as his eyes narrowed and his lips formed a scowl.


“STFU…,” the Lunatic grumbled at his companion’s suggestion. Luckily, he would have his chance for an heir sooner than he thought.

After waking up the next morning, Ludovic performed his morning routine and then left for the Desert as Queen Zelda had ordered him to. After spending a few days in the Palace of thieves working out negotiations between Gerudo Queen Azeari and the Royal Family—as well as for himself—he departed for home. After months and months, the Count finally received a letter requesting his presence at the Desert Palace once again.

The silver-haired man grinned widely as he was shown his new heir. Picking her up, he examined her with scrutinizing eyes before speaking. “Who’s gonna kill everyone with fire? You are, you a—“ He sniffed at the air and frowned. Lifting the child higher, he tried to search for the odor’s source, but then he looked at his baby daughter and nearly gagged.


“Nyyyyyugh!! DISGUSTING… This belongs to you.” he held the child out for the Queen to take, but she merely rolled her eyes and let him choke as she crossed her arms and walked away. He watched as Azeari walked away, but then a devious grin spread across his face. “Perhaps if I were somehow able to harness this potent gas for use against my enemies…” he began to ponder the idea as he walked into the Palace, his arms and the child stretched out in front of him. “Izuka should be able to do something with it….”

Moral of the Story:
Don’t have kids with the guy that wants to kill his own…yours may be used as a strange source of organic/biological warfare.

That was the most inspirational story I've ever heard! I feel so inspired! :lol:

And the pics totally make it even more awesome!!

This time, it's a very special edition!! I've drawn the pictures myself, but of course, they were done hastily, so they are most definitely not my best work. ENJOY!!

Rain, Rain, Go Away



Once upon a time, there lived three Holy Men that had dedicated themselves to the Golden Goddesses. One was Roderick, the Pontiff of Power, who wore a magnificent mustache and clothing of red. The other was Sephiran, the Pontiff of Wisdom, who donned shades of blue and a nifty pair of glasses. Finally, there was Driscoll, the Pontiff of Courage. He was the more lively of the trio and chose to wear earthy green clothing, which complimented his bright purple hair.

As was customary, each morning the Pontiffs would walk around Hyrule Castle City and observe its inhabitants. They would visit the sick and the shut in and would often times share the word of the Goddesses with the rest of the people. The morning had started off clear and sunny, which lifted the trio’s spirits and made them even more determined than usual.

“I think after all of this is said and done, I’m going to do 100 extra sit-ups along with my usual 500,” Roderick announced proudly. Sephiran and Driscoll smiled and nodded. “In that case, I think I may practice my healing arts a few extra hours and then attempt to convert a few more heathens to the Goddesses.” Roderick nodded to Sephiran, but a smile did not appear beneath the thick hair on his lip. The Pontiff of Wisdom and the Pontiff Power glanced over to the Pontiff of Courage, expecting him to devote himself to a few extra duties as well. “Oh…” Driscoll caught their glances and then sighed as he looked upward. “I think I’m going to dance in the rain.” He grinned and chuckled. Sephiran and Roderick frowned at the younger man, and as they opened their mouths to chastise him, a roll of thunder drowned out their words. Soon after, the skies opened and rain began to pour down on them. Luckily, Roderick had remembered to bring his panda-brella just in case.



Sephiran pressed against Roderick’s side in an attempt to get out of the rain and both could only look on as Driscoll began to sing, play, and dance in the downpour. Unlike the older men, the young Pontiff of Courage was not afraid to get a little damp.

“DRISCOLL!!” Roderick growled, “GET YOUR PURPLE-HAIRED SELF BACK OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!” “Please, Driscoll, you’re going to get soaking wet and then you’re going to track dirt into the temple,” Sephiran chimed, shaking his head and sighing heavily. Why did Farore’s followers have to be so…carefree? For a moment, Driscoll stopped to ponder his next course of action. Bounding toward the other two men, he spread his arms wide.



“All right!! But first you both need a hug!!”

“NO! Don-!!” Sephiran and Roderick began, but it was too late; the deed had already been done.

Driscoll pressed his soaking wet body and clothes against his brothers’ and forced them into as much as a tight bear hug as he possibly could. Closing his eyes, he grinned to himself and then let go, taking a step back. To his amazement, both the Pontiff or Wisdom and the Pontiff of Power had melted into puddles of red and blue goo and had left nothing, save for a large mustache and a pair of glasses, behind.



The Pontiff of Courage bent down and scooped the power and wisdom jellies into a jar. Putting on Sephiran’s glasses, he then looked at the mustache in his hand. “Alas, poor Roderick! I knew him well.” he placed the facial hair on his own lip and skipped down the road with the two jars tucked beneath his arm. Perhaps when the morning’s chores were over, he would return them to Athanasios…that is if they didn’t prove to be useful for anything else—like herb replacement or enhancers.


((*kisses* A masterpiece!))

Why is the Rum Gone?!

Once upon a time there was a thief named Aeran who absolutely adored rum. Rarely was she ever seen without a bottle of it in her hand. Apart from loving rum, Aeran was also a bit clumsy and very accident prone.

As she was strolling through the Street Rat’s base, she happened upon a few crates of bottles. They looked like rum bottles, but there was only one way to be sure: she uncorked one and took a big swallow. Scrunching her eyes shut, she gulped it down. It burnt her throat like rum did, but its flavor was really weird. Casting her cares aside, she grinned at her new find and began to consume another bottle, and another…and another until she had consumed enough to put her asleep.

After a while, Aeran woke up, and shook her head groggily. She looked about her to find that her crates of rum were missing! Despite the headache that nagged her to stay down, the thief rose and darted about the base in search of her missing treasure. “AH HA!” she shouted as she rounded a corner. She pointed at the bottle of rum that sat against the wall and proudly, she walked over to it. As she reached down, however, the bottle jumped up and ran away. Awestruck, the girl watched for a few moments before taking any action; which in this case was to pursue the rogue rum bottle.



Darting through the halls and then out the door into the streets, Aeran ran as fast as her legs could take her. The bottle still stayed a step ahead of her throughout the entire chase. Snickering to itself, it leapt up into the air and dove into one of the open canals, but Aeran would not give up so easily and she soon found herself in the water as well. As the water sloshed about her—and some even went up her nose—she growled and doggedly pursued her prize.

The rogue rum dove underneath the water and managed to escape through a series of thick metal bars that separated the canal from the sewers. Aeran dove as well, but she was unable to bust through the bars, regardless of her gnashing and thrashing. Still underwater, the unlucky girl slammed her eyes shut and let out a frustrated scream which created a multitude of bubbles and depleted her air supply. It wasn’t until another voice interrupted her that she opened her eyes again.

Blinking, Aeran stared up at Odessa and Rin, who explained that she had passed out—and almost died—from drinking a few bottles of poison. Sighing she mumbled something to herself and winced as her stomach churned violently.



“Teeheeheeee!! Problem?”

Aeran’s head shot up at the mocking laughter. By the door, the rum bottle sneered at her, daring her to take up the chase again, and in a flash, it vanished into the hall. Gripping her abdomen and lying on her side, she sniveled a bit due to the pain, but managed to gasp out one simple inquiry: “Why does this sort of thing always happen to me?”