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***The phoenix you're about to meet goes by a few names. On his title, it reads Mighty Dricken. Back home, folks call him the yolk with the mostest, and after he's done avenging commoners the fallen tend to stay fearing Chick Fury. But regardless of what he's called or by whom, when the best of the best are brought up, that name is usually up there in the pecking order.***
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*But you see, it wasn't always This sweet for him, nor was His name always this feared.*
*Life wasn't easy, just a victim Of whichever will, he was Easy pickins for tanks, Target practice for Shooters, and a Prime casualty Of sneaky links.*
*Bounced around from squad To squad, he didn't buckle Once, forget getting it out The mud, he got it up From 6 feet below.*
*And it was on that day, post brawl Once again basking in the crimson Light, when a 2 steppin shadow And his waving scythe caught Dricken's eye.*
*With a spring in his bounce He darted from side to side As he approached, neck And smile with follow Throughs at every Stride, meanwhile Humming death's Lullaby.*
*He then front flipped, vanished Mid air, and in a blink of flash, Was crouching right beside Shook Dricken.*
*Wide grin, souls eye To eye;*
He said;
**Twisted Jester:** "You're reckless, fearless, borderline suicidal. J likes your spirit. Thinking of, his Lordship could surely use the allegiance of a warrior like yourself. You know who J talks about right?"
**Dricken:** "Yeah, I do. *cough**cough*. Not interested."
**Twisted J:** Owwhh. But it could so help you out of this dire predicament you're in.
**Dricken:** Naah, I got this!
Jester's smile widened even more;
**Twisted J:** Look, you only got a few minutes until it's curtains for you. This scythe can put you out of your misery just as easily it can turn you into the warrior you've always dreamed of becoming. Now why fight such a blessing.
**Dricken:** I sai*cough* ... I, got this!
**Twisted J:** ... Fine! I'll do it anyways! Just make sure this stays our little secret. **Ptuouahahahaha!!**
--- *And just like that, J swung The scythe carving Mancer's Seal into Dricken's chest,*
*And soon after his arc was done, A fiercer phoenix rose out Of the purple fog, very Much itching to throw Claws;*
*With no contract to show for it, Maybe death, maybe exile in a Not distant future, J didn't care, The chaos that would ensure Would surely be worth it.*
*On that day an unlikely kinship Was formed. Dricken's wings Could no longer be clipped, Nor could J's Strolls get besmirked.*
*The Wake Rooster and The Grin Reaper went from strangers to To confidants, often rivals;*
*Going from butting heads to in Cahoots, to spot up shooting, And straight up playing tag With their food, till it's kaput.*
*Hell hath no fury like Their stampedes.*
*Their myth built across Preatoria A la Quixness, pure guts, 0 quits. Merit after merit, their legend Was proven time after time, And that despite J's mostly Ghosting behind.*
*The dream had become the art. Now Mighty, Dricken has no Equal among fellow mercs, Nor in the ranks of those Loyal to the status quo.*
*"So yes;"*
*His wage is hefty but his rage A safety net, best investment Towards your safety when Harnessed.*
*Lucky you he has immense Respect for you, your age Deeds and wisdom.*
*Still, at all cost restrain From imposing your will, And be ready to meet Every single of his Demands.*
*Only then will all sail As smooth as Baakjira In his element.*
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**Advisor:** *Got it?*
**Immortalis:** Understood.
**Advisor:** Good, good. You may now enter.
**Immortalis:** Thank y
**Advisor:** Oh yeah, I hope there are no shenanigans afoot between you and your troops outside. Don't let this harmless smile fool you now, we got my eye on yous.
**Immortalis:** ... Of course not. We are only here to enlist the best of best, in an effort to match the forces of my age old foe Archmage Arius.
**Advisor:** Is that so?
**Immortalis:** I am sure you have heard of our history, a decisive battle is coming up and we just want to be adequately prepared.
**Twisted J:** Uhmm On your way now. *** THE END ---
*** Well, that was my fanfic involving Furious Chicken, Twisted Jester and Mighty Dricken. Looking forward to your thoughts.
Images courtesy of @skirenj, they are midjourney's rendition of the cast. Gracias!
And they said I can't write a story about friendship. Smh
**PEACE!!**
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*But you see, it wasn't always This sweet for him, nor was His name always this feared.*
*Life wasn't easy, just a victim Of whichever will, he was Easy pickins for tanks, Target practice for Shooters, and a Prime casualty Of sneaky links.*
*Bounced around from squad To squad, he didn't buckle Once, forget getting it out The mud, he got it up From 6 feet below.*
*And it was on that day, post brawl Once again basking in the crimson Light, when a 2 steppin shadow And his waving scythe caught Dricken's eye.*
*With a spring in his bounce He darted from side to side As he approached, neck And smile with follow Throughs at every Stride, meanwhile Humming death's Lullaby.*
*He then front flipped, vanished Mid air, and in a blink of flash, Was crouching right beside Shook Dricken.*
*Wide grin, souls eye To eye;*
He said;
**Twisted Jester:** "You're reckless, fearless, borderline suicidal. J likes your spirit. Thinking of, his Lordship could surely use the allegiance of a warrior like yourself. You know who J talks about right?"
**Dricken:** "Yeah, I do. *cough**cough*. Not interested."
**Twisted J:** Owwhh. But it could so help you out of this dire predicament you're in.
**Dricken:** Naah, I got this!
Jester's smile widened even more;
**Twisted J:** Look, you only got a few minutes until it's curtains for you. This scythe can put you out of your misery just as easily it can turn you into the warrior you've always dreamed of becoming. Now why fight such a blessing.
**Dricken:** I sai*cough* ... I, got this!
**Twisted J:** ... Fine! I'll do it anyways! Just make sure this stays our little secret. **Ptuouahahahaha!!**
--- *And just like that, J swung The scythe carving Mancer's Seal into Dricken's chest,*
*And soon after his arc was done, A fiercer phoenix rose out Of the purple fog, very Much itching to throw Claws;*
*With no contract to show for it, Maybe death, maybe exile in a Not distant future, J didn't care, The chaos that would ensure Would surely be worth it.*
*On that day an unlikely kinship Was formed. Dricken's wings Could no longer be clipped, Nor could J's Strolls get besmirked.*
*The Wake Rooster and The Grin Reaper went from strangers to To confidants, often rivals;*
*Going from butting heads to in Cahoots, to spot up shooting, And straight up playing tag With their food, till it's kaput.*
*Hell hath no fury like Their stampedes.*
*Their myth built across Preatoria A la Quixness, pure guts, 0 quits. Merit after merit, their legend Was proven time after time, And that despite J's mostly Ghosting behind.*
*The dream had become the art. Now Mighty, Dricken has no Equal among fellow mercs, Nor in the ranks of those Loyal to the status quo.*
*"So yes;"*
*His wage is hefty but his rage A safety net, best investment Towards your safety when Harnessed.*
*Lucky you he has immense Respect for you, your age Deeds and wisdom.*
*Still, at all cost restrain From imposing your will, And be ready to meet Every single of his Demands.*
*Only then will all sail As smooth as Baakjira In his element.*
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**Advisor:** *Got it?*
**Immortalis:** Understood.
**Advisor:** Good, good. You may now enter.
**Immortalis:** Thank y
**Advisor:** Oh yeah, I hope there are no shenanigans afoot between you and your troops outside. Don't let this harmless smile fool you now, we got my eye on yous.
**Immortalis:** ... Of course not. We are only here to enlist the best of best, in an effort to match the forces of my age old foe Archmage Arius.
**Advisor:** Is that so?
**Immortalis:** I am sure you have heard of our history, a decisive battle is coming up and we just want to be adequately prepared.
**Twisted J:** Uhmm On your way now. *** THE END ---
*** Well, that was my fanfic involving Furious Chicken, Twisted Jester and Mighty Dricken. Looking forward to your thoughts.
Images courtesy of @skirenj, they are midjourney's rendition of the cast. Gracias!
And they said I can't write a story about friendship. Smh
**PEACE!!**
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