"Hello and welcome, everybody, to the annual Floriadeau Festival! Today, we have a whole host of activities that will ensure that you and your little kiddies won't feel bored, so let's buckle in!"
Shouting through the loudspeaker, the Pixie flew through the air, buzzing and spilling Pixie dust on top of the people, much to their chagrin. As the Elves attempted to shoot the bastard out of the air, Ducan and Titus wandered through the streets, taking in the festive atmosphere as they ate the various dishes the vendor dolled out in celebration.
"Y'know, it's been around fifty years since I've last attended the Floriadeau Festival, and I've gotta say, I sure did miss the atmosphere. Hey, let's take a shot at those ring tosses, I seem to see a cute little Vampire plushie..."
Rolling his eyes, Titus licked the frozen Aelderberry ice pop he had in his hands (much to the shock of the Brownie beneath him, who was awed at the sheer size of the half-meter loli). "Let's stick to our task. We must ensure that the bandits don't breach Blodeau, since little Celestine managed to call all of Folicia here for the celebration. All we need to do is pray that the traitors are caught before they commit more atrocities..."
Licking the popsicle through the thick cloak, Titus's eyes squint as he tells Duncan his analysis...
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"Welcome, everybody, to our first-ever beauty pageant! Today, we have ladies and lassies of all sizes and shapes, and from all races, participating in our pageant. We'll be competing in a variety of shows, from looks to grace, from cooking to hobbies. We even have a swimsuit section for all the young (and horny) men! And the grand prize for this will be...
A date with the Prince!"
Cheers erupted from the women in the crowd, as they couldn't wait to date him to claim him as their own. Perhaps I'll become the next Queen of Folicia!
Despite everyone being stoked to know who'd the winner be, one very tall and buff Elf was not happy. Spitting out a mouthful of milk tea, he grew astounded at the preposterous reward presented at the beauty pageant. "That damn old hag! Couldn't she have at least talked with me about it!?"
Chuckling at the side, Titus remarked "And would she have relented?" "No, but at least I could've been prepared for the whole shitshow of a pageant. Man I wish someone blows up this pageant. I would pay anything for someo–"
Kaboom!
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"Ahahahahah! Come to daddy you little woodland fuckers! Hey, isn't there anyone who can play with me!?"
Above the sky, a burning figure is seen floating in the air. Sporting six horns and a very futuristic armour, he began forming Fireballs on the palm of his hands. "Where is that Queen of yours, eh? I heard she has tits the size of Cantelows. Can't wait for her to serve me in be–"
Thwack!
A gigantic fist made of wood smacked the Demon from the air, smashing him onto the ground. "Why that asshole! He made fun of my mommy, ill screw his sorry ass back to Nihilis–"
"Kid, that Balrog's a tier-9 being. I don't mind you committing suicide, but please think about us. Also, I think he's in more trouble than he could imagine..."
From the World Tree behind the Palace, three figures were seen flying through the air, following the Demon to where it landed. Within a few minutes, explosions could be heard reverberating from the hills, as the tier-9 warriors began fighting.
"Well, I hope that son of a bitch gets his comeuppance. Anyways, let's make sure that the people–"
Gasps could be heard from behind him. Turning his head, Duncan's eyes shrank in fear, for what he deemed impossible, had become the possible.
Shimmering could be seen high in the air, as the great barrier that protected the city began crumbling. Amidst the shocked crowd, some began panicking, for they knew what it meant.
Neigh!
From the horizon, bandits riding bio-mechanized horses were seen coming forth, ready for war...