GIVE THANKS, MEN! TO THE BRAVE 500! TO VICTORY! (Open, Multiple Peoplez)

[wee_free_men]

Wez Feegles are descended fraem Nac Mac Feegle hisself. Taught ne'er tae retreat, never tae surrender. Taught tha' death in the battlefield in service of Th' Chalk is th' greatest glory wez could achieve in this life

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[secondfastest]

Toki is trotting down the corridor, chewing on a sandwich pilfered from the kitchen. Which is to say, he screamed at a house elf from a safe distance until a sandwich was tossed over to him. Dammit the yard wolf trails a short distance behind in hopes of getting the rest of the sandwich, as Rockso the koala dozes on Dammit's back. Toki pauses at the blockage, preparing to do some yelling and kicking but he soon realizes that these are not more gross house elves. These are those guys that he was pal-ing around with that one time!

"Hey guys!" he yells, tossing the sandwich away. (Dammit takes the opportunity to chase after it and eat it before Toki can change his mind, nearly waking Rockso up with his enthusiasm.)

[wee_free_men]

The Feegles had no idea who this bigjob was. Except that he was obviously trying to get through the corridor, and that was definitely not going to happen. Not without some chaotic, crazy violence.

"Ach, whatcher be wantin' yez daft scuggan?" called Rob Anybody, as the Feegles prepared to gie him sich a kicken. They don't realise that this is the Viking Kitten that they'd adopted into their clan. Even if they did, it'd still warrant violence, because they're Feegles, and that's what they do.

[secondfastest]

He still has no idea what they're saying because they talk real funny, but he gets the gist of it. "It's me! Toki!" And then it dawns on him why they might not remember him. He squats down so that he can sort of whisper, "I was sort of a cats a while back. With the helmets and the axes?"

[chainedbyred]

Well then. This was new. He almost stepped on some of them before he'd realized they were moving. "...The hell?" He was holding a tall stack of books from the library, all having to do with alchemy.

[iam_beowulf]

Newly sorted, Beowulf strode through the corridors of Hogwarts still attired in his black leather loincloth-whatsit, in search of Gryffindor.

He let his instinct guide him. He was not a man given to self-questioning. Or to asking directions.

He came upon a corridor blocked by little fae folk. (Not fey folk.) They did not seem inclined to let him pass.

He hailed them amiably: "I AM BEOWULF."

[wee_free_men]

Yez gonna git sich a kicken, yes daft bigjob scunner! We'z orks Feegles. An' we dinnae surrender, dinnae retreat. THERE C'N ONLY BE ONE T'OUSAND!"

The Feegles look like they're about to swarm. They fear nothing. Especially not some shouting bigjob who thinks he can take their corridor from them. SpartaFeegle will be defended by the efforts of these few.

[iam_beowulf]

(( Beowulf-mun is all for Beowulf being thrown into the lake, where he may have a close encounter with the giant squid ))

Beowulf was a Geat. He held no truck with these Celtic-type accents. Further, the Feegles looked like they might be a monster. So he boldly stomped forward, resolute he would break their stranglehold on the corridor that might or might not lead to his House.

[wee_free_men]

"Ach, crivens! Get 'im, lads!"
"Yer can take oour lives, but ye'll never tak' oour troousers!"
"Nac! Mac! Feegle!"
"You tak' the high road, an I'll tak' yer wallet!"
"FACE FULLA HEID!"

The Feegles charged the poor, foolish Beowulf en masse. With Elephant. And Cheese. And there was the sound of a mass pummelling. Several Feegles were thrown in multiple directions, as the Hero fought bravely. But in the end, as usual, the Feegles won.

Their victory sounded a bit like this.

"I am Beowuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Followed by a Splash, as the flying figure of Beowulf landed in the lake.

"Stick it up yer trakkens!"

[insane_mil_cmdr]

Crais was on the way to the room he'd appropriated for his sparring/workout sessions, and stopped short at the sight of the hundreds of screaming, bloodthirsty...small...blue...people.

"Gentlemen." His mouth twisted into something between a smile and a grimace, and he cleared his throat. "I strongly suggest you let me through."

[usethepoker]

...Oh, good grief.

Susan, being from the Discworld, knew exactly what the Nac Mac Feegle were. Why the hell they had taken over the corridor, she couldn't guess, but given that they were Feegles there might not be any real reason at all.

"What are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms and eying them in a fashion that boded no good for...well, anyone, really.

[wee_free_men]

The Feegles recognise that look. They get it from Jeannie, and from Granny Weatherwax aaaaaaaaalll the time. They even had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed.

"Wez... guardin' th' pass?" mumbled Rob, while in the background there was a distinct "Oh waily waily waily, she's given oos th' foldin' o the arms... Next'll come th' tappin' o' the foots. We're doomed, lads!" Probably from Big Yan

[usethepoker]

Indeed, tapping of the foot did come next, though in truth Susan was finding herself hard-pressed not to laugh. Some things had to be dealt with with a straight face, even if the things in question were a group of suddenly terrified Feegles.

"And what pass would this be?" she asked, eying the hallway. "I see no pass. I do, however, see a blocked corridor. And...a very small elephant?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know the story behind that one.