We are back folks, and now we will be recieving Branka shortly!
But before we do that, I have an announcement to make. A High Dragon by the name of Andraste and the cult who worship her have coerced their way into the competition. We could have kicked their butts of course, but we told ourselves, eh why not? So the dragon Andraste will be participating in Miss Ferelden 2009!
And now, let's take a look at Branka!
http://images4.wikia...1/1f/Branka.jpgDwarves are always welcome to compete on our show. They provide humor, eccentricity and a very down to Earth attitude hahahaha....get it? Anyways, Branka isn't the prettiest Dwarf around, but she is the only Paragon these days and that's gotta count for something....or at least that's what feminist critics whined about uugh. So, we got stuck with Branka. A dwarf with an attitude that makes full bearded drunken males sound like gentlemen, but with a brain rivalling that of the legendary Caridin himself. And an insanity surpassing both.
Elevated as a noble, this dwarf doesn't seem to give a ****, so decided to go on a suicidal quest in search for the Anvil of the Void. She took her full house with her, but abandonned her husband! Don't try this at home girls! How did she come here you might ask? We just put fake evidence that the Anvil was in fact in our studio. That drew her as garbage draws a nug. Hopefully she doesn't kill us when she finds out it's not. But judge Oghren is here to ensure that she does not. He claims that he knows how to calm her.
So please, give a big round of applause to Branka!
Branka: "THE ANVIL IS MINE!!!!.......Where is it? Why is there an audience here? What is going on?!"
"Paragon Branka, please sit down. You are in the Miss Ferelden studio and I am your interviewer."
Branka: "Miss Ferelden? Studio? Interviewer?! You will tell me at once what is the meaning of this, unless you want me to feed you your butt cheeks! Is the Anvil here?"
"Eum...of course it is! The anvil is right here. And we are the...eum guardians, that's right."
Branka: "Oh I see. So that giant iron ass Caridin put you here in order to test my intellect and see if I am worthy of getting the anvil. And the so called audience is here in a pathetic attempt to give me stage fright. Ha! I don't give a sodding nug poo about them."
"Euuu.....right! You have it all figured out. How genius of you!"
Branka: "Just get on with it!"
"Certainly....so...Paragon Branka. Tell us about your quest to get the anvil. How did it start?"
Branka: "What kind of question is that? I just woke up and said to myself, hey why don't I do something stupid today. Seriously, what kind of question is that? I sought the anvil to restore the Dwarven empire and I took my house with me as cannon fodder."
"But why didn't you take Oghren with you?"
Branka: "Because he can't even be a sodding cannon fodder."
Oghren: "Hey! I am right here woman!"
Branka: "How the hell did you get here? Baah, who cares. Next question. NOW!"
"Alright alright...eherm...I suppose you want the anvil to build golems right?"
Branka: "Yes, I was as stupid as you are. That's what I wanted to do with it. But I changed my mind after I met my Hespith. I decided I wanted to build...the biggest, longest, hardest IRON MADE STRAPON!! Muhahahaha!"
"What?!"
*Audience gasps in anguish*
Oghren: *drools, dreamy eyes*
*Everyone stares at Oghren*
Oghren: ".....What?..."
Branka: "I don't have time to waste on you. I sacrificed even Hespith to find that anvil and build my ultimate strapon! Now where is the anvil?! It's MINE!" *runs out*
......................................dwarves.
Let's hope Dagna isn't like that when we come back.
*Glares at Oghren*
Oghren: "Seriously...what?"
Modifié par KnightofPhoenix, 03 janvier 2010 - 12:59 .