@ Adrell of Nosferatu Brotherhood
I see the usual trouble makers are in this thread, 2 drunken groundhogs seeing if its safe to come out of their holes for the winter and .... whats that damn smell? Oh, its one of them forsaken fellows.
Back to more important matters at hand...me making gold. Hey Adrell...I am sitting on close to 100 heavy boxes to add to the two parcels that came back from the first shipment.
I hope you not concerned about what I stuffed in the boxes prior to shipping them to ya, but to be completely honest, that village of dwarves had to be eradicated. The were digging into my garden eating all my veggies.
I opened this hoping for a QQ thread.
/me throws popcorn away.
Now now Hall"i"dor, I dont come to the forums to QQ...I expect to take dirt naps while on walkabouts in the game. Though, to be honest, I have died more to tripping and falling on sharp sticks or landing face first in puddles of water and drowning.
Then again those were the days when I ran only as a Gnome. Back in the days when my mount would disapear while trying to cross a small stream as I was running away from a Tauren on his Kodo.
Did Drax turn around and beat you to death with his rattle? ;)
No no no, he was somewhere else. Busy doing something, Fel knows what....
The large Quel'dori death knight tapped his foot while he stood in the cantrips n crows in Dalaran, tonight he couldn't be seen by the other members of the horde, not on the surface anyways. He didn't wear his trademark death knight armor, No instead of horns he wore a hood drawn tightly around his head, even his bright glowing blue eyes were obscured by the darkness. below that a black robe was wrapped tightly around his figure, one might mistake him for a warlock or mage just trying to keep his profile low while he consorted with the less savory parts of Dalarans populace.
He peeked out from behind one of the beams, a slight smile drew over his face as he saw a short black robed figure by the bar. He lowered his hood for a moment to check his hair in a mirror, running his hands through it before bringing his hood back up again. slowly he stepped out, a bit of nervousness always tugged at him every time he did this. The short robbed figure turned around slowly and though he could not see her face he knew she was smiling.
"Your late..." he said in mock anger, though of course with a tinge of playfulness. The short women shrugged "I had some of me own business to take care of in the plaguelands laddie..." she drew close to him, speaking conspiratorially "Besides, the later it is, the less chance we have of being discovered..." the high elf huffed in response. "Sometimes i don't care if we are or not, sometimes i feel our love should be out in the open..." the short robbed figure shook her head. "Not here, not now, perhaps when that fool garrosh finally gets his head kicked in, but for now we must remain hidden."
The silver convent agent a couple tables across just shook his head in disgust, he had seen the pair hear more then once and took a good guess at what 'activities' they were involved with down here. The tall high elf tapped Ajay green on the shoulder, at first he looked angry but that quickly disappeared when he recognized the elf. Ajay nodded a bit and handed the death knight a key, the Quel'dori nodded a bit back and tugged on the short robed figures shoulder, escorting her away from the Cantrips N Crows. The Convent agent took a hard drink of burnwine, before he could say anything Narisa Redgold punched him on the shoulder playfully, The agent looked up at her angrily and bit back a comment. Mirth danced in her green eyes "Oh let them have their fun, you were no better when you were younger..."
The two made their way past the circle of wills, they climbed up the ladder only sparing a look at Bakor and Tuff gorehoof, the former consumed in his studies and the latter passed out drunkenly. The death knight unlocked the door and smiled at the short hooded women, hurrying her in before entering himself and closing the door behind him.
Inside was a remarkably lavish room for this part of Dalaran, the brown wood floors were cleaned and polished to perfection, as were the roof and walls. a half melted black candle rested on a desk top, the high elf smiled a bit as he remembered the many love letters he had sent his women when he was busy rallying the horde to battle. in the center of the room was a large kingsized bed, the best gold could buy with dark purple pillows, a frequently cleaned mattress, and velvety purple blankets.
As usual he sat on top of the bed, legs crossed over one another as he lowered his hood, the smile still not gone from his face.
The short women lowered her hood and bright orange hair spilled out, she looked back up at him with her bright brown eyes and smiled back as always. He patted next to himself on the bed and she disrobed, the high elf always thought her shamanistic gear was remarkably arousing and he grinned "...Did you bring your totems?" she grinned and winked back as she rubbed his chest "Aye, what fun would it be if i didn't, did you bring yours?" the Quel'dori laughed "I can't really separate from it you know..." he leaned over to nibble at the back of her ear, inciting a giggle from the buxom dwarf women. As much as he loved her armor he knew it wouldn't matter soon enough, but he was hardly complaining.
With a wave of his hand a frozen gust of wind snuffed out the candle, and all went dark...
INCONSISTENCY! I'm not Frost, I'm Unholy! (Blood when 900k health guards are involved or I feel like making Tahlasar rage at my self healing)
"Sometimes i don't care if we are or not, sometimes i feel our love should be out in the open..."
2. Capitalize those 'i's man!
Overall: 8/10, would snicker at again.
05/06/2012 11:46 AMPosted by TahlasarTahlasar rage at my self healing)
I don't rage at your self healing =] I just don't attack you.
I Said heyeyeyeyeyeyyeyey I said hey drax, What's going on? and i say heyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyey i said hey? Got any more blood dks? Oh my god do i try i try all the time in this game
and he prays... oh my god do i pray i pray every day for blizzard to balance life stealing tanks
05/07/2012 05:45 AMPosted by OolakiDarrethy aspires to be our Barbara Cartland.
I aspire to surpass.
And in such i shall undergo a dark apothasis as the god of slash fiction, and i shall see what dark desires lurk in men's hearts.
It's mostly MLP.
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