Greven's Day Off
Authors Note: I don't own M:tG, but if I did it'd probaly be a lot like this fanfic. And nobody would buy it. Yup its another horribly OOC fanfic from good o' Halo_Black. You may worship me now.
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**It was a lovely bright, sunny morning in Rath...not that it matters what the weather was doing. The charicters in this story can't see what its like anyways, their all in the Stronghold. Which, insidently, is built into the inside of a volcano. Toasty.
Anyways, Greven Il-Vel woke to the sound of his alarm clock beeping at him. Squeeling at him actualy. He'd smashed it into smithereens so many times it no longer made the noise it was supposed too. Today was no exception. The quilt sturred and Greven's bloodshot eyes came into view. A huge fist emerged from under the quilt and slammed down ontop of the alarm clock.**
Greven: *grunts and falls out of bed*
**And so the mighty Commander Greven Il-Vec started his day. Unfortunatly, due to Volrath fiddleing with Greven's genetic make-up, Greven was not a morning person. He guzzled down a gallon or two of coffie and made his way to the throne room. As second in command to the ruler of Rath, Greven had to find out what the fat git wanted him to do. The fat git was the current ruler and the current ruler was Crovax. Greven walked into the throne room.**
Crovax: I'm not fat, I'm big boned!
Ertai: Look, all I'm saying is that a diet wouldn't hurt...
Crovax: *Looking horrified* But...I'd have to eat SALADS!!
Ertai: Its good for you.
Crovax: Ha! Tell that to my Uncle Hubert! He was asulted by a stick of cellery!
Ertai: Eh? o_0
Greven: Please my lord, don't go into detales...
Crovax: Greven? What in the name of Urza are you doing here?
**Crovax attempts to stand, but his big butt is stuck tight in his throne. Ertai wanders off, muttering about Mr Motivater, aerobix classes and slimming spells.**
Crovax: Yeah! *waves his fist at Ertai* You better run away! Ya floppy haired waste of space!
Greven: My Lord?
Crovax: *still yelling at Ertai* My lard collection takes up less space than you! And I've got two rooms devoted to it!
Greven: *snaps* OI! FATTY!
**Greven yells so loudly that he's heard by Gerrard and the crew of the Weatherlight, who are currently on another world.**
Gerrard: Aha!
Sisay: Ah crap!
Stark: What?
Sisay: *rolls her eyes* Gerrard just said "Aha!"
Karn: We're doomed.
Stark: Not if we run away and hide.
**Meanwhile, back in the Stronghold, Greven's amazingly loud outburst shocked Crovax so much that he jumped out of his throne. Stunned, the mighty (fat.fat.fat.) and terrible tyrant of Rath looks around in suprise. Finaly, as if for the first time, he notices Greven.**
Crovax: Greven? What are you diong here?
Greven: .
Crovax: And why is your face so red?
Greven: Grrrr...
Crovax: Is that smoke coming out of you ears? I told you to lay off those elven take-aways!
Greven: *snaps* ARGH! FAT SON OF A MINOTAUR!
Crovax: *compleatly obliviouse to Greven's outburst* You don't look so good, take today off! I'll share your duties out between Ertai and that mog over there *points at the mog*
Mog: Duur?
Greven:*suddenly develops a nervouse twitch.*
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Poor ol' Greven. Will he ever catch a break? Will Ertai ever get Crovax to diet? Will Crovax ever gain a brain cell? Woll that Mog survive the next chapter? Well, read it to find out.
Authors Note: I don't own M:tG, but if I did it'd probaly be a lot like this fanfic. And nobody would buy it. Yup its another horribly OOC fanfic from good o' Halo_Black. You may worship me now.
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**It was a lovely bright, sunny morning in Rath...not that it matters what the weather was doing. The charicters in this story can't see what its like anyways, their all in the Stronghold. Which, insidently, is built into the inside of a volcano. Toasty.
Anyways, Greven Il-Vel woke to the sound of his alarm clock beeping at him. Squeeling at him actualy. He'd smashed it into smithereens so many times it no longer made the noise it was supposed too. Today was no exception. The quilt sturred and Greven's bloodshot eyes came into view. A huge fist emerged from under the quilt and slammed down ontop of the alarm clock.**
Greven: *grunts and falls out of bed*
**And so the mighty Commander Greven Il-Vec started his day. Unfortunatly, due to Volrath fiddleing with Greven's genetic make-up, Greven was not a morning person. He guzzled down a gallon or two of coffie and made his way to the throne room. As second in command to the ruler of Rath, Greven had to find out what the fat git wanted him to do. The fat git was the current ruler and the current ruler was Crovax. Greven walked into the throne room.**
Crovax: I'm not fat, I'm big boned!
Ertai: Look, all I'm saying is that a diet wouldn't hurt...
Crovax: *Looking horrified* But...I'd have to eat SALADS!!
Ertai: Its good for you.
Crovax: Ha! Tell that to my Uncle Hubert! He was asulted by a stick of cellery!
Ertai: Eh? o_0
Greven: Please my lord, don't go into detales...
Crovax: Greven? What in the name of Urza are you doing here?
**Crovax attempts to stand, but his big butt is stuck tight in his throne. Ertai wanders off, muttering about Mr Motivater, aerobix classes and slimming spells.**
Crovax: Yeah! *waves his fist at Ertai* You better run away! Ya floppy haired waste of space!
Greven: My Lord?
Crovax: *still yelling at Ertai* My lard collection takes up less space than you! And I've got two rooms devoted to it!
Greven: *snaps* OI! FATTY!
**Greven yells so loudly that he's heard by Gerrard and the crew of the Weatherlight, who are currently on another world.**
Gerrard: Aha!
Sisay: Ah crap!
Stark: What?
Sisay: *rolls her eyes* Gerrard just said "Aha!"
Karn: We're doomed.
Stark: Not if we run away and hide.
**Meanwhile, back in the Stronghold, Greven's amazingly loud outburst shocked Crovax so much that he jumped out of his throne. Stunned, the mighty (fat.fat.fat.) and terrible tyrant of Rath looks around in suprise. Finaly, as if for the first time, he notices Greven.**
Crovax: Greven? What are you diong here?
Greven: .
Crovax: And why is your face so red?
Greven: Grrrr...
Crovax: Is that smoke coming out of you ears? I told you to lay off those elven take-aways!
Greven: *snaps* ARGH! FAT SON OF A MINOTAUR!
Crovax: *compleatly obliviouse to Greven's outburst* You don't look so good, take today off! I'll share your duties out between Ertai and that mog over there *points at the mog*
Mog: Duur?
Greven:*suddenly develops a nervouse twitch.*
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Poor ol' Greven. Will he ever catch a break? Will Ertai ever get Crovax to diet? Will Crovax ever gain a brain cell? Woll that Mog survive the next chapter? Well, read it to find out.