"Oh, no! I am defeated!" declared the Dark One, immediately disappearing into a puff of smoke.
Because obviously, no one could stand against the power of three trench coats in a halfling.
The three trench coats, now separated from their disguise, looked around in bewilderment.
"Well," said one, "I guess that wraps that up."
"But what do we now?" asks another.
"Well... We rule, of course," answered the third.
The three trench coats looked at each other, which is to say, each of their collars pointed in the general direction of the other two, which was, for them, quite significant.
Each coat waited for one of the others to propose an idea.
After a period of time no less than thirty seconds and no more than thirty minutes, a voice whispered to them from the shadows, "um, excuse me, sirs, but there's an untamed rabble outside the palace gates, would one of you care to take power in order to subdue them?"
"Of course!" declared the first trench coat.
"Naturally!" cried the second.
"Well... " shouted the third (social nuances were not his strong suit).
Immediately, the three trench coats looked at each other with suspicion, knowing that all three could not simultaneously take control of the situation.
"I will quell this rebellion!" declared the first, unsheathing his sword, and leading the Knights of the Castle into battle. And a fearsome battle it was, with much blood shed, and when it was over, neither Knight nor trench coat returned to the castle.
The next day, the second trench coat set forth with his army of bowmen, and declared that he would suppress the rebellion.
They unleashed a fearsome volley of arrows from the castle walls, and another, and another, until finally, the enemy climbed up the walls on their ladders, and they were too much for the archers, and both the archers and the second trench coat fell.
And then there remained one trench coat, the weakest of them all, and he prayed for salvation. He prayed for hope, prayed that someone would come to save them, prayed that someone, anyone, would come to defeat the hordes.
And he heard a whisper in his ear, talk to them, and the third trench coat was given courage, and he went to speak to the masses.
And he offered them peace. And he offered them freedom. And he told them that each would be equal to the other.
And the people listened and agreed and put down their weapons. And they declared the third trench coat as their leader.
ArbitraryContrarianX t1_iv95q4j wrote
Reply to [WP] "You fool!" cackled the Dark One, "No man can kill me!" "But I am no man!" bellowed the hero, as he unhinged his jaw. A grotesque sound filled the hall as they hacked up impossibly large balls of cloth. Unfurling, they stand and announce "For we are actually three trench coats in a halfling!" by Breadinator
"Oh, no! I am defeated!" declared the Dark One, immediately disappearing into a puff of smoke.
Because obviously, no one could stand against the power of three trench coats in a halfling.
The three trench coats, now separated from their disguise, looked around in bewilderment.
"Well," said one, "I guess that wraps that up."
"But what do we now?" asks another.
"Well... We rule, of course," answered the third.
The three trench coats looked at each other, which is to say, each of their collars pointed in the general direction of the other two, which was, for them, quite significant.
Each coat waited for one of the others to propose an idea.
After a period of time no less than thirty seconds and no more than thirty minutes, a voice whispered to them from the shadows, "um, excuse me, sirs, but there's an untamed rabble outside the palace gates, would one of you care to take power in order to subdue them?"
"Of course!" declared the first trench coat.
"Naturally!" cried the second.
"Well... " shouted the third (social nuances were not his strong suit).
Immediately, the three trench coats looked at each other with suspicion, knowing that all three could not simultaneously take control of the situation.
"I will quell this rebellion!" declared the first, unsheathing his sword, and leading the Knights of the Castle into battle. And a fearsome battle it was, with much blood shed, and when it was over, neither Knight nor trench coat returned to the castle.
The next day, the second trench coat set forth with his army of bowmen, and declared that he would suppress the rebellion.
They unleashed a fearsome volley of arrows from the castle walls, and another, and another, until finally, the enemy climbed up the walls on their ladders, and they were too much for the archers, and both the archers and the second trench coat fell.
And then there remained one trench coat, the weakest of them all, and he prayed for salvation. He prayed for hope, prayed that someone would come to save them, prayed that someone, anyone, would come to defeat the hordes.
And he heard a whisper in his ear, talk to them, and the third trench coat was given courage, and he went to speak to the masses.
And he offered them peace. And he offered them freedom. And he told them that each would be equal to the other.
And the people listened and agreed and put down their weapons. And they declared the third trench coat as their leader.
And the Dark One laughed.