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| The Council of Highlanders | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 9 2017, 02:49 PM (47 Views) | |
| Highlander | Dec 9 2017, 02:49 PM Post #1 |
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The Hammer
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Omega finds herself in what appears to be a classical Greek temple, with white marble walls and shining gold embellishments. She sees that she is surrounded by a variety of people, all of whom are quite clearly some variant of Dan Highlander. Thirteen chairs are arranged on a semi-circular dais. Twelve Highlanders sit in them, looking down, with an empty chair on the right. The Highlander in the center of this group, one who looks slightly more frazzled (and somehow five years older) but ultimately more collected than the others, speaks. ‘The Dreamer has arrived.’ A hush falls over the assembled Highlanders. Omega steps forward, not knowing quite what to make of all this. ‘Omega,’ says the Highlander in the center of the dais, ‘you have been brought before the Council of Highlanders because you alone are able to see into the multiple timelines. We - ’ ‘The Council of Highlanders?’ ‘Yes. There have been several incarnations of Highlander realized within the CWF Universe. We represent all the Highlanders that were, or could be. I was the first. Colloquially I am known as Old Highlander; I have come to be known as Highlander Prime.’ ‘Only you call yourself that, you lame prick,’ said a Highlander to his left. ‘Always so goody-goody, never knowing how to have fun - it’s no wonder the Writer nixed you and replaced you with me.’ ‘Silence, New Highlander! I was replaced because my story had reached its logical conclusion.’ ‘Or because your story had become so stagnant that the Writer wanted to try something different! And look what happened! Records, baby, records! Longest-running Impact Champion, second-longest-running World Champion…’ ‘And a great big bullet to cap it all off,’ said another Highlander. ‘Quite right, Only-Present-For-WrestleFest-Three Transitional Highlander,’ said Highlander Prime. ‘But our squabbles are irrelevant. Omega. You have been brought before the Council of Highlanders to- ’ ‘If you were judging the end of the world, would you be The End Is Nighlanders?’ ‘Please, we've heard all the - ’ ‘Or hosting the Great British Bake Off - The Council of Pielanders?’ ‘Stop.’ ‘If you went to the gym, would you be the Council of Spry-’ ‘No. No we would not.’ There is a moment of silence. ‘And if you were quoting George Washington, would you be the Council of “I cannot tell a Lieland-”’ ‘Enough!!!!!’ The silence rings this time. ‘We have the ability to see a variety of timelines. And so can you. That is why we give you this warning: the current Highlander is in grave danger.’ ‘Well of course he is, sillies, he’s about to go into the Tower. Listen, Council, I don’t mean to Prylander…’ ‘I told you this was a waste of time!’ yells one of the Highlanders on the edge of the dais. ‘She has been corrupted by the forces of evil and will not heed our counsel! When my time comes I will purge her, as I will all the wicked souls of CWF! I will smite -’ ‘Silence, Theoretical-Heel-Highlander, your time has not come,’ said the Highlander to his right. ‘And let us hope it never will, Brief-Run-In-CWR Highlander,’ said Highlander Prime. ‘Omega. You must understand that the Highlander of the current timeline is in danger. And not in the way that you think.’ ‘When you dress up fancy, do you call yourselves the Council of Black Tielanders?’ ‘For God’s sake, Omega,’ said Highlander Prime. ‘Okies. He’s in danger. But isn’t that obvious? He’s fighting Elisha, if Elisha throws him off the Tower-’ ‘The danger is not if he loses. The danger is if he wins.’ ‘…what?’ ‘If he wins, then-’ Omega is awoken abruptly by a loud cursing from down the hallway, one of Eris’ shower drones having apparently been set to dispense tomato juice instead of water. Elijah manages to sleep through it, and Omega curls up on his chest and goes back to sleep. As she goes off to sleep, Omega mutters ‘if they were in charge of a towel factory, would they be the Council of Drylanders?' |
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