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| Jenathar |
| Posted: Mar 5 2006, 03:34 PM |
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((i was reading this and its a pretty good story so i decided to try start it back up seeing as no one posted in it in a while))
Ratoba beeing young, but seasoned in his ways, was finishing up his adventures in the barrens and decided to make a stop at booty bay for a drink. He had heard they servered the best ales in all of stranglethron. getting off the boat he swiftly used his ghost wolf spell and ran into the bar, eager for a drink, after a long day. Almost as soon as he sat down a goblin walked to the table and said, "ey, I just saw a bunch of trolls and an orc with that same tabard you have on mate". Ratoba look at him kinda funny and said "ok , but that doesnt really serve any importance to me". "heh, well i thougy maybe ya knew 'em, they right up in that room over there" he pionted to a room at the end of the hall. "ay ill be checkin it out mon" Ratoba replied to hurry of the chaterring goblin.
He finished his drink and walked to the end of the hall and slow pushed open the door and walked in "YO MONS!!" he said seeing his soom of this fellow tribesmen packed in the room with a gnome in the corner. They all exchanged greetings, and Rabota bowed with respect to the old wise troll Wuurl, and The blood sage Nang. then pointing to the gnome in the cage said"aye mons, whats the little gnome in 'er fa? did he try an attack one of joo?" as soon as he said it he was already at the cage licking the end of his mighty axe to scare the gnome" hope he didnt be attckin none of joo, cuz i havnet tasted good ole gnomey blood in a while mons" he looked at the mage with a glwing fire in his eyes. the gnome cowered in fear, panting almost as if he was crying. Ratoba turned around waiting on a reply o if he could torture the little gnome, or if he served any importance to his tribe mates.
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an exsuce is a toll of incompatence - Mackenzie brown
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| Dethrithos |
| Posted: Mar 23 2006, 08:40 PM |
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"Torture away little one" hissed Vaelaxzy. "I'm going to go and continue my reaserch. The Arcane arts and the Firey ways interest me more now. Maybe I shall rethink my practices... Enjoy."
With that, strangely, he stormed from the room, and everything suddenly grew warm shortly. Though this did bring on the purchase of a few more drinks, it invoked a sense of discomfort for some, including an young Shaman that sat in a corner. Curious, the Shaman followed the Mage out the door, and into the Jungle.
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I might be a Priest, but for your own good, please, aknowledge that voluntary carelessness on my part is just as deadly as that monster.
Priest Rules:
1. If I die, it's the tank's fault.
2. If the tank dies, it's my fault.
3. If you die, it's your own damn fault! |
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