>You remembered falling asleep in your bed when you awoke in a strange land, upon a large flat stone in a forest clearing.
>Stout bearded men wearing tunics and hose, leading pack mules laden with varied cargo find you and offer you food and drink.
>You travel with them, unsure of what to do next, and they take you to a city hewn in the side of a mountain.
>It seems you at the only human being here.
>Eventually your portentous arrival attracts the attention of the royal court.
>The old Dwarvish king looks you over and nods gently.
>"There is a story told down the generations of my line, a hymn of remembrance. My father and his father, and his father's father spoke of a time in the world cycle when your kind walked the earth in scores."
>"What do you bring? Whom do you herald?"
>>49517351
I am he who is. SeƱor Cuckstein.
All your shekels are belong to me.
>>49517351
"I'm anon, herald of /tg/ and harbinger of shitpost"
>unsheathes katana, teleports behind him
"Nothing personal, pops."
Where all the white women at?
>>49517351
Let me take the ring to Mordor
>>49517351
Jet fuel can't melt steel beams
>>49521231
*Elven wood can't burn dwarven mines
>"Generally I herald myself, not much else. Nice kingdom though pops."
"The name's Slim. Well actually my full name's Slim Jim Michigan, but Jim sounds like the name of some boring, 9-5 office drone, slaving away all smug like with his fancy-smancy "Career" and "Family" and his "Future", so I really just prefer Slim. It makes me sound like a cowboy... Hey. The names Slim. Slim the Kidd. And this town ain't big enough for the two of us..."
"Any says I'm here in search of the best booze and lodsamony. And, *Grumble* I guess I could work for it."
"Huh, whadaya mean "can I fight?" Yer damn skippy I can fight. I'll have you know that I'm a master of bottle-fu. HWAII-YA!"
>>49517351
"I am [Anon], the greywalker. I herald nobody save myself. I bring nothing save a desire for wisdom."
>>49517351
I am Meme. Herald of SUCC. I have come to announce, that you will never get the succ.