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07/23/2011 06:53 AMPosted by Drin

Here come little undead dwarves children!

Not allowed!

Do not stand in the way Genk!!! Tammy BONK him!!

I'm sorry... I... can't...

*sigh* Tammy tammy tammy....well FnF should be interesting.

^

07/27/2011 04:48 AMPosted by Drin

*sigh* Tammy tammy tammy....well FnF should be interesting.

07/27/2011 03:34 PMPosted by Dyana

*sigh* Tammy tammy tammy....well FnF should be interesting.

You're doomed >:)

In lace and leather, in velvet and plate they came. Candles (and minor alliance mobs) were lit in reverence for the sacred rite. Anticipation hung heavy in the air. Tonight, love would forge bonds stronger than elementium. Tonight, love would transcend race, class, faction....tonight, love would transcend even death. And so, they came, to Brill, to witness.

But all that met them was silence and an empty village. Bereft, the bride clutched a Bouquet of Red Roses close to her dessicated breast, hoping...but 'twas in vain. The hours ticked by, and the candles burned to gloom. Her groom never appeared.

"IT IS A MISTAKE!!!" she screeched over vent, refusing to accept the obvious.

"Err...sure..." her guild replied, rolling their eyes. "Hey, how about we raid Ironforge as an afterparty?!"

"If you wish..." the undead replied, eyes solemn and sad.

And so, the noble company travelled south. They entered the gates and fought the guards and before long, they stood before the king of the gnomes. "Death!" they cried, bloodlust rising. The king chuckled and summoned his guards and a veritable wind swept through the room as the enemies amassed.

And as the guards swarmed close, the sight their stunted, bulky bodies had been blocking was revealed - a grisly, horrid, ghastly scene. The author pales to recall it, but the literary trade demands honesty, so I must: as the guards ran in, behind them, revealed in all his wanton glory, lay a warrior, surrounded on all sides by vertically challenged wanton women, their clothing in disarray, their feminine parts on display, interlocked, gripped, caressed, swarmed over this sole dwarf, his face marked by a leering, lascivious grin.

"Drin...?" our zombie heroine murmured, her breath coming short. Swiftly, soonly after her life followed - in the shortness, as is the way of dwarves - as a knife twisted into her back, and her lover and TBOH metaphorically and literally stabbed her in the back.

"I am killed!" she whispered as her (even more) lifeless body slumped to the ground. It kinda sucked. Sight returned to her as a gentle voice beckoned her back from the beyond. Oh, fudge. Not only was she dead, she was in the graveyard in Elwyn.

And that's why you should never trust a dwarf.

07/29/2011 01:06 AMPosted by Ìçé

You're doomed >:)

Says the DK that laid dead most of the night :)

In lace and leather, in velvet and plate they came. Candles (and minor alliance mobs) were lit in reverence for the sacred rite. Anticipation hung heavy in the air. Tonight, love would forge bonds stronger than elementium. Tonight, love would transcend race, class, faction....tonight, love would transcend even death. And so, they came, to Brill, to witness.

But all that met them was silence and an empty village. Bereft, the bride clutched a Bouquet of Red Roses close to her dessicated breast, hoping...but 'twas in vain. The hours ticked by, and the candles burned to gloom. Her groom never appeared.

"IT IS A MISTAKE!!!" she screeched over vent, refusing to accept the obvious.

"Err...sure..." her guild replied, rolling their eyes. "Hey, how about we raid Ironforge as an afterparty?!"

"If you wish..." the undead replied, eyes solemn and sad.

And so, the noble company travelled south. They entered the gates and fought the guards and before long, they stood before the king of the gnomes. "Death!" they cried, bloodlust rising. The king chuckled and summoned his guards and a veritable wind swept through the room as the enemies amassed.

And as the guards swarmed close, the sight their stunted, bulky bodies had been blocking was revealed - a grisly, horrid, ghastly scene. The author pales to recall it, but the literary trade demands honesty, so I must: as the guards ran in, behind them, revealed in all his wanton glory, lay a rogue, surrounded on all sides by vertically challenged wanton women, their clothing in disarray, their feminine parts on display, interlocked, gripped, caressed, swarmed over a sole dwarf, his face marked by a leering, lascivious grin.

"Drin...?" our zombie heroine murmured, her breath coming short. Swiftly, soonly after her life followed - in the shortness, as is the way of dwarves - as a knife twisted into her back, reality following metaphor, as her lover and TBOH metaphorically and literally stabbed her in the back.

"I am killed!" she whispered as her (even more) lifeless body slumped to the ground. It kinda sucked. Sight returned to her as a gentle voice beckoned her back from the beyond. Oh, fudge. Not only was she dead, she was in the graveyard in Elwyn.

And that's why you should never trust a dwarf.

You must have seen my twin Brother!!! I have only eyes for one pale skin beauty!! My mace was veered away from you! I would not bring harm to such a delicate goddess!!! As for Brill...I am a dwaf............much alcohol was taken in celebration for the upcoming date....sadly this joy also brought on a session of amnesia! It might have cause the date to slip by!!! But!!! By no mean has the feeling slipped!!! As I stood over your corpse, trying to figure out if death has taken you or if you were just sleeping....kinda hard to tell, growling at my guildies to hold their ground!!, waiting for your return, waited until till the beer stains in my beard was replace my stain from my tears, never did you return to me, but I will always wait for ye.

Haha I'm loving this story so far Kaliy and Drin. Please do continue.

Ah Kaliy.......I enjoyed planting my Tol Barad Searchlight on your lifeless corpse as Drin sat by, helpless and faithfully awaited your resurrection in order that he might look upon your lovely countenance.

It was indeed his twin brother cavorting with those detestable Gnomes, as the mighty Drin fought valiantly by our sides the entire night......happily slaying your guild members. His mace was indeed veered from your porcelain visage and cheerfully aimed at Tammyshammy.

For some mysterious reason, we find great satisfaction in his demise......

A twin brother? My, my, this opens up a whole VISTA of fun possibilities...

:o

No love. You dont want him. As you seen he like those gnome type. No telling what he has.

Man I can see R.A. Salvatore writing his first WoW book... and its a love story about a dwarf and a undead chick.

Do continue.

<3

lol seriously digging the story :-)

I was always told Dwarves were untrustworthy. I disregarded advice from my clan and from the Troll that wanted a bite of this burger. Alas, I fell in love despite the impossibility of it all and had my heart broken for the trouble. He overdid the ale one night at the Inn and had an affair with a gangly Night Elf when he had juicy steak waiting at home. He regretted it later and said he had an explanation for it all. I never did get that explanation... No... I refuse to think of the feel of his red braided beard through my fingers. No matter how much it hurts.

You should ask for proof of this mysterious brother before taking him back. It's too convenient an excuse. >.< I am all too familiar with dwarf love. It usually ends badly. Oh and if he tries to hand you a tankard of ale, don't drink it. We know what happens to your willpower when you drink. :-p

I skip a few days and come in to... this!?

lol seriously digging the story :-)

I was always told Dwarves were untrustworthy. I disregarded advice from my clan and from the Troll that wanted a bite of this burger. Alas, I fell in love despite the impossibility of it all and had my heart broken for the trouble. He overdid the ale one night at the Inn and had an affair with a gangly Night Elf when he had juicy steak waiting at home. He regretted it later and said he had an explanation for it all. I never did get that explanation... No... I refuse to think of the feel of his red braided beard through my fingers. No matter how much it hurts.

You should ask for proof of this mysterious brother before taking him back. It's too convenient an excuse. >.< I am all too familiar with dwarf love. It usually ends badly. Oh and if he tries to hand you a tankard of ale, don't drink it. We know what happens to your willpower when you drink. :-p

ROFL. This is good stuff.

I skip a few days and come in to... this!?

While the orc's away, the guild will play......or fraternize with the enemy.