Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:"Do the Bulls return to Bull Isle, or to confront the Black Falcons about your right to the land. Now that the Classic Emperor has degreed you a legitimate faction the Black Falcons cannot deny your demand."
Barbod's brow darkened slightly. "For the present, the Bulls will stay here, under the protection of the Classics with Berson and the other rebel Falcons. When the time is right, we will make our move. I trust Gerrik will be able to hold down the fort for a few more months."
Barbod, King of the Bulls, was bored, bored out of his skull. After two weeks of lazing about the Yellow Castle, he and the remainder of the Bull Knights were ready for some action, any action. True, they had had a respite from the dullness while they helped rebuild Orion, but not much could be repaired until wood for timber could be harvested and ships sent to the Black Falcon Isles to quarry some more rare Yellow Stone returned.
Also, the Yellow Castle itself was starting to annoy Barbod. He really had nothing agaisnt it, it was just so...well..yellow. Yellow stone, yellow wall hangings, yellow-painted doors, yellow bedcovers, even yellow chamberpots! Barbod had been tempted to take a can of pink paint the rebel Black Falcons and Dragon Masters had left behind and repaint all the garderobe seats just to add a little deversity. He chuckled at the thought, then smiled a bit wider when he realised it didn't pain him to do so. The gash in his side had healed up nicely, as had the other wounds he had recieved, thanks to the skill of the Classic LEGOlander's skilled healers.
They were one of the good reasons to stay a while longer at Orion. Some of Barbod's men were still teetering between life and death, but they would have already been dead if it hadn't been for the healers. Barbod sighed and shrugged. The Bulls would stay a while longer at the Yellow Castle, dispite the boredom. Besides, Barbod mused, These Classic LEGOlanders sure can cook a mean breakfast...