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| Tarogg |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 04:22 PM |
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Fehova took her eyes off the seed she had been tossing around at the table and let out a long snort as she saw what walked into the Inn. She nudged Wuurl with her elbow and motioned towards the door. There a dwarf Paladin, and old gnome Mage and two night elves walked into the Inn. Upon seeing the elves Fehova reached down and moved her mace alittle closer. Her smile faded as she watched the group, she wondered what the tribes reaction was going to be to the high and mighty Paladin.
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| Zah'kali |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 04:35 PM |
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Zah'kali always like visiting Booty Bay. The smell of the sea and the constant chattering of the goblins reminded him of his days aboard the trade ships. Sitting outside one of the random shops littering the docks he was fixated apon his hand, his eyes large and childlike staring at his palm. Wiggling his fingers in and swaying his hand back and forth two figures comprised completely of flame danced, but now they were apparently fighting one another. Zah'kali was completely oblivious to the outside world as he was watching the battle, it appeared as if he was cheering for both sides, almost arguing with himself as to who would win.
Hahah, you be so silly baldy! Glondorf has never lost! Specially not to the likes of dat dere whelp of a fightah!
A much higher voice chimed back...Glondorf is sooo handsome...
Zah'kali cackled to himself quite amused at the show he was putting on. He could hear the sounds of quite a ruckus coming from the tavern but was unable to look up for a moment. If a dwarve or gnome shows up....den meybeh I get intarested in dis. Gnomes always steel mah inventions....
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| Darakai |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 08:54 PM |
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Darakai was practically unconcious, his tongue was nearly hanging over his left tusk as he lay with his eyes closed on the table. Suddenly, as if to taunt him the whiff of sweet Night Elf sweat was sensed in the air. Darakai opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head. "Ugh... I be hatin' dis damn place here!" still half drunk Darakai's anger was a side effect of the drinks, "Damned fairies clogging up da air!" Darakai eyed the two purple Elves walking through the bar door, his relativley small eyes gleamed with hatred at the sight of the creatures.
With one hand grabbing onto Wuurl's robe Darakai pulled himself up and rattled his head side to side, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling he had. With a deep breath hemarched up to one of the Night Elves and looked the thing right in it's eyes. The Night Elf slowly reeled his head back as if to have noticed the reeking stench of Darakai's breath, he turned his head and looked down at the Dwarf standing along side him and let out a hearty chuckle. Pushing Darakai aside the band of Alliance marched in and sat down at a table on the far side of the bar, Darakai toppled over against the wall easily, catching himself on the wood paneling along the staircase. "Da ignorance... jah?" Darakai whispered, "dey no be knowin' what is comin' to dem..." With a quick roaring bark Darakai straightened himself up and staggered back to his party of Black Moon tribesman... throwing one arm around Nang and leaning his other hand on Fehova's leather mantle. The two Tribesman look quite disgustedly at Darakai but they allowed him to lean on this as he spoke, "Joos wanna be goin' ova' dere and stirrin' up some trouble, jah?"
((Remember guys I am still kind of drunk, so I don't expect you to take me seriously... a goblin bar may not be the best place to start a fight  ))
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| Dethrithos |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 09:18 PM |
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Still holding the handle, the Mage was atracted by Darakai's idea, even if he was drunk. "Watch this." he hissed to Wuurl and Nang, as he passed by them. His hand began to glow blue as he lifted it up. His pace increased as he walked toward the Night Elves. One held his drink high up in the air, before starting to chug it down. Vaelaxzy's hand wrapped around the Elf's neck, and his face went pale. The Elf was dead. His companions watched in horror, at the head turning into a block of ice. "Damn purple Pixies." Mumbled the Mage. The others threw themselves upon him almost instantly. They were pushed back by an explosion of Arcane magic. "You were right Darakai! This is fun. Join me! Let's show them our imminent superiority!" yelled the Mage. The Blackmoon tribesmen looked at each other before jumping in one by one.
((OOC: Sorry Darakai, I just thought a good bar fight might be fun. If you don't, let me know, and I'll change the post, or you all can just disregard it and continue.))
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| Darakai |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 09:29 PM |
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((Well, the bruisers would jump on you as soon as you touched the Night Elf plus, I know the NE is one of four people, but it is still Ras's characters and insta'killing it like that is kind of god moding  Personally, I think it is just best to leave them alone for right now so they can have a little more story, we have no alliance posting here - and that is not a request to advertise this thread on the WoW boards as I like it being just people who care enough to post here, pretty much just BMT members - so keeping some of Ras's characters around a while would be a good idea. Plus it is a good thing someone volunteered to play the part of Alliance  )) |
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 14 2005, 11:44 PM |
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Cup still frozen to his lip Ganji stood up to see Vael start a fight "Eh dis might be some fun" he chuckled before toppling over "shoulda stopped at six" spotting the old gnome he slowly got up, cursing at the cup which was still there, he pulled out a poison-tipped throwing knife and threw it with all his might. the knife turned to ice before it hit the gnome"eh?" he said puzzled before being impaled by the gnomes ice shards. he wasn't dead but he wished he was. As ice spread through his body he saw Fehova gathering elemental energy in a green flash he was on the ground shivering but the hole was gone. "Dat's it!" he screamed "No one stick me to da walls 'cept boss!" he drew his blades and readied for combat, before relizing the cup was still stuck to his lip "Curse Joo Vael" he screamed flailing his arms like a mad man.
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| Dethrithos |
| Posted: Dec 15 2005, 11:23 AM |
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((Sorry, hadn't read the whole thing properly, the previous posts I mean. Please, Ganji, Disregard my last post, and go along with this one.))
Vaelaxzy turned to the Night Elves, suddenly interested in Darakai's proposition. His hand began to glow blue, and he started toward the group. As he passed by, Wuurl grabbed his arm to stop him. "Jus' tinkin' dis not be wise mon. If joo wanna get killed, den go get killed." said the Priest. "You might be right old one. Shall we retire to my quarters to discuss my suspicions? They seem to interest you more than Nang." he whispered. He turned to face the door once again, and walked slowly toward it.
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 15 2005, 03:33 PM |
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(( curse you vael i want my lip frozen to the cup))
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| Ras |
| Posted: Dec 15 2005, 05:05 PM |
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(( Just to clarify, there are - or were - five Alliance: two pallies (dwarf and human), gnome mage, nelf druid and nelf priest. And I don't care if any of them die especially quickly, but you might enjoy them more if they put up some kind of fight. ))
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| Dethrithos |
| Posted: Dec 15 2005, 08:43 PM |
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((I never defrosted your lips Ganji. Do as you wish with it. ow 'bout we stop posting on this OOC? I feel bad for having started it, so I would like to finish it. No more random OOC posts. Ok? Does that work for every one? orry again.)) 
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| Wildfang |
| Posted: Dec 16 2005, 07:37 PM |
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Nang stood back and chuckled as the small tussle in the tavern. His tribesmen and whelps had done enough intimidating that no one would get too close to the group, but he stood and waited before all of his group retired to the room before taking his grim stare off the Alliance members. The gnome was cursing some foreign words to him as he walked off,no doubt mocking the orc.
"You really should have kept your mouth shut.." He grinned as he mumbled to himself. He had the most deliciously feindish idea. He turned and bowed to the gnome,and held out a gold piece in his hand. "Someone tell him it is a peace offering, we are sorry for the trouble.." a goblin translated the message.
With a smug look the gnome strutted up to Nang and swiped at the coin. A shame he just had to spit at the warlock's feet before turning around. Nang grabbed the little creature by the neck and held him up. Quickly he spat a quick word in demonic,and the gnome had been rendered magically powerless. Being a gnome, Nang wasn't too worried about the little things physical abilities.. Holding a dagger to its throat, he backed into the room with his tribesmen, who hadn't seen the action. He tossed the mage into a parrot cage and began chanting a long strain of cursing, vile runes glowing and spiraling his form. In a moment it was over, both looking exhausted. Nang took a seat as the gnome was yelling in confusion and defiance.
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 17 2005, 12:33 AM |
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Seeing the gnome in the cage made the now extremly drunk Ganji laugh insanely "Das...Das be... be shome fu-funny stu-" he fell backwards off his laughing hysterically at Nang for some reason or another. Slowly he stood up and seeing Fehova he slowly made his way to her tripping over tables, the dwarf and his own feet before making grabbing Fehova's mantle "eh joo, joo be lookin, lookin pretty f-fine" he managed to say. He kissed her on the check and stumbled over to the druid wrapping his arm around his neck "Eh joo, joo get goni'n or der be- be trouble" he slurred before vomiting all over his robe."Eh sorry Mon" he stuttered before being punched in the face by the elf. He was out cold.
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| Zah'kali |
| Posted: Dec 21 2005, 12:48 PM |
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Zah'kali raved and watched excitedly as the two small figures engulfed in flame continued their dance of combat. With two spectacular strikes both flared up into one fireball and vanished into the air with a large snap. The battle was over. The troll looked around with a proud face, clearly his champion had won.
His mind clear to examine his surroundings, he noticed a gathering of bruisers outside the tavern. It didn't appear as if they were disrupting what was going on, but...yes, gambling. The goblins were placing bets. The flashes of coin excited the mage for he was desperately saving up his own funds to purchase a raptor. Clearly this could be the boost he needed. The mage stood up immediately pulling the cloak down to his brow. He needed to barter his way and discover the odds. |
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 22 2005, 11:27 PM |
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"Hehehehehe" ganji laughed drunkly as he slowly pulled him self up to see a stare down between his tribe mates and the alliance members "eh I be tinkn that joo might wanna be washin dat dress of yours 'fore it stains" he said in language unfamiliar to his tribe mates and the two paladins.The night elves turned to Ganji and responed "Hold your tounge troll" the preist snapped "now, now sister. The troll mabey right, but how did HE learn our language?" the druid said calmly. Ganji looked around at the confused faces of his tribe mates and laughed, "ehehe it's ok guys they wont hurt us....yet" he grinned.
(( I'm going to take over the druid also ))
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| Otica |
| Posted: Feb 7 2006, 01:50 AM |
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It was so hot and muggy this far south, Priory started to really regret wearing the new plate mail she had requisitioned from the "Saints" armor stores. Though she had the good fortune of receiving the blessing of the Knights Templar Trainer, Commandant Griggs, in Iron Forge, far to the north, and with that a wonderfully mean tempered warhorse, the armor was simply chaffing in all the wrong places, as well as making it incredibly hard to sit Quaker, her trusty stead.
TOO hot, what was I thinking, accepting that quest! It might be fine for all these little goblins, But Dun Moden was a lot more pleasant she spoke to Quaker, as she had been doing for the last 5 days I just want to go see the representative of the Mithral order, and head back home removing her dull and lack luster plate helm, wiping the sheen of sweat from her brow.
The trip had been fairly uneventful; slay a pack of undead that had been tormenting a small village in the Darkshire region. Helping a family, Tauran though they were, right and fix their wagon. There was that one encounter with the large white furry beast that resembled the yeti of more northern climes, but hooted and thumped its chest.
yeah, that was a bit more than we could handle ehh Quaker? She had been warned by her mentors and the stern Dwarf Armor smith she had just begun studying under that
" Strangle Thorn Vale and booty bay, not be a pretty place, nor one for so fresh a Pali filled with Light and as hardheaded as mi brother Glam Rocksmasher"
But Priory felt ready to tackle the world, "Fresh" as she was. Releasing the bond she had with her ethereal mount, saddle bags over both shoulders, but hammer within easy grasp, made easier by the gnomish fast action sling she had found at the auction house, priory sauntered into the secluded bay, where despots, villains, and enemies of the light were said to abound.
Well I am....hmm what is going on over there, seems to be quite a crowd gathered, maybe I can lend a hand to who ever may need it.
Shifting her bags around to get at her shield. I sense Undead...and somthing else is in the air...quicking her step she began to shove what apeared to be bashers out of her way
Ho! Brothers of the light, do you need assistance? she called out the greeting of Paladins across the lands.
Seeing the two, tall, Night elves in tow, she switched to Elvin May the Night mother see you safe in troubled times...eee ghads, sister is that trollish vomit I see, no smell, on your person? Can I be of assistance? I know a very good astringent that will remove all traces of the bialus concoction!
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