I'm a spirit healer.

Wyrmrest Accord
And you've just died.

Let me be the first to say that that was the stupidest stunt I've ever seen.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. slaps you across the fact. Ouch!

Oh, please, don't act like that hurt. You're a ghost.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. releases a disgruntled chortle of disbelief and disappointment. Alliteration.

This is just great. Just great. Do you know what I have to do when people die? Paperwork. Piles and piles of paperwork. Mountains of it. Yeah, when you scurry off to fetch your body I'm stuck here filing your death report. Light have mercy on the guys in war zones. My buddy Jim was stationed in Tol Barad and has sworn up and down that he'd kill himself if he wasn't already an omnipresent immortal escort for the recently departed. Bless his soul.

Oh, don't give me that look, you incompetent ninnywagon. You have no reason to be shocked at your current predicament. You had it coming, you did.

Just what do you have to say for yourself?
Totally worth it.
Your penmanship is sloppy.

Seriously. Work on your technique!

And as a side note, you just need to fill in the a DK-59 form for me. 'bout a third of the paperwork if I recall.
And you've just died.

Let me be the first to say that that was the stupidest stunt I've ever seen.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. slaps you across the fact. Ouch!

Oh, please, don't act like that hurt. You're a ghost.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. releases a disgruntled chortle of disbelief and disappointment. Alliteration.

This is just great. Just great. Do you know what I have to do when people die? Paperwork. Piles and piles of paperwork. Mountains of it. Yeah, when you scurry off to fetch your body I'm stuck here filing your death report. Light have mercy on the guys in war zones. My buddy Jim was stationed in Tol Barad and has sworn up and down that he'd kill himself if he wasn't already an omnipresent immortal escort for the recently departed. Bless his soul.

Oh, don't give me that look, you incompetent ninnywagon. You have no reason to be shocked at your current predicament. You had it coming, you did.

Just what do you have to say for yourself?

Your hypothetical situations are unfunny and done to death. You keep placing yourself in special places of authority which really is telling about you.
Did- ... -did you just slap me?!
10/07/2012 12:30 PMPosted by Hakfou
Totally worth it.


See if I ressurect you ever again, you ungrateful swine.

Your penmanship is sloppy.

Seriously. Work on your technique!

And as a side note, you just need to fill in the a DK-59 form for me. 'bout a third of the paperwork if I recall.


Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. heaves a mighty sigh, resting his ethereal face into his ethereal hand.

Goblins.

10/07/2012 12:33 PMPosted by Layam
Your hypothetical situations are unfunny and done to death. You keep placing yourself in special places of authority which really is telling about you.


I think you're just mad because your little stunt backfired and now you're dead.

10/07/2012 12:33 PMPosted by Contempt
Did- ... -did you just slap me?!


Yes, you incomprehensible human. I take it that head-first dive off of Thunder Bluff didn't do much for you in the afterlife.
Sharkazun headbutts Aerstole P. Coppertongue.

You don't slap me.
And you've just died.

Let me be the first to say that that was the stupidest stunt I've ever seen.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. slaps you across the fact. Ouch!

Oh, please, don't act like that hurt. You're a ghost.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. releases a disgruntled chortle of disbelief and disappointment. Alliteration.

This is just great. Just great. Do you know what I have to do when people die? Paperwork. Piles and piles of paperwork. Mountains of it. Yeah, when you scurry off to fetch your body I'm stuck here filing your death report. Light have mercy on the guys in war zones. My buddy Jim was stationed in Tol Barad and has sworn up and down that he'd kill himself if he wasn't already an omnipresent immortal escort for the recently departed. Bless his soul.

Oh, don't give me that look, you incompetent ninnywagon. You have no reason to be shocked at your current predicament. You had it coming, you did.

Just what do you have to say for yourself?

Your hypothetical situations are unfunny and done to death. You keep placing yourself in special places of authority which really is telling about you.


Holy crap you really have no sense of humor do you
Joke's on you, I'm staying, I like it here, it's nice and cozy.

Arielen Dawnsbane takes a moment to lounge, offering a sly grin before sitting down where she stood.

So. What now, chum?
10/07/2012 01:03 PMPosted by Kamazhi
Holy crap you really have no sense of humor do you


Hes not much of an interesting fellow, so he gets angry when someone is.
Claudel peers around at him, then at the Spirit healer that just decided to drop in to say hello.

"Oi, I know I look dead, but I ain't. Y'see, I'm a Blood Death knight. We're like Squirrels, yeah? Depending on how many tails I have, is how many lives I have. And I have plenty of tails here.
So..."

Claudel tosses a small bundle of assorted animal tails at the spectral healer's face.

"Enjoy your paper work!"

The brat of a death knight skips away, merrily whistling.
Jadoth sighs, the only sign of his annoyance is the twitching of his long, pointed ears.

"Can I go yet? I've got a pie in the oven, at least four kittens that need to be fed, a report that needs to be written, dawn shift tomorrow morning, and a bunch of rowdy trainees to deal with after that. I don't have time to sit around lollygagging."
Sharkazun headbutts Aerstole P. Coppertongue.

You don't slap me.


Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. reels. Or rather, he would, if the headbutt had done anything more than pass directly through his translucent skull. The spirit healer gave Sharkazun a look so incredibly disdainful that his buddy Jim might actually have been proud of it.

That's not how this works, pal.

Sharkazun would then find himself, without warning, in the presence of a different spirit healer with a look on his face so pitiful and defeated that the dead troll ghost probably wouldn't notice the thousands of other ghosts standing around him until after the ethereal guide spoke.

"Hello, everybody. My name is Jim, and you're in for the wait of your unlives."

With that, Jim began the paperwork. A small number appeared above his head - "1," it read - and Sharkazun would notice that he suddenly had another, different number penned onto his bluish hand. It read "112,454."

Enjoy the queue, chortled Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H.

Joke's on you, I'm staying, I like it here, it's nice and cozy.

Arielen Dawnsbane takes a moment to lounge, offering a sly grin before sitting down where she stood.

So. What now, chum?


Now you do your own damn paperwork.

Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. tosses a stack of brown paper at Arielen. The words on it are so intensely difficult to read against the dark parchment that it would take her untrained eyes a full minute to discern the first four letters.

Why do you think we hate this job so much?

Claudel peers around at him, then at the Spirit healer that just decided to drop in to say hello.

"Oi, I know I look dead, but I ain't. Y'see, I'm a Blood Death knight. We're like Squirrels, yeah? Depending on how many tails I have, is how many lives I have. And I have plenty of tails here.
So..."

Claudel tosses a small bundle of assorted animal tails at the spectral healer's face.

"Enjoy your paper work!"

The brat of a death knight skips away, merrily whistling.


Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. shakes his fist angrily.

Jadoth sighs, the only sign of his annoyance is the twitching of his long, pointed ears.

"Can I go yet? I've got a pie in the oven, at least four kittens that need to be fed, a report that needs to be written, dawn shift tomorrow morning, and a bunch of rowdy trainees to deal with after that. I don't have time to sit around lollygagging."


If you must. But first, ye must answer these questions three.

1. What is your favorite color?
2. What is your favorite pass-time activity?
3. What is your most favorite shade of orange?
Sharkos revives Sharkazun only to find himself...killed by a blood DK.

We meet again for the second time.
I've never died.
If you must. But first, ye must answer these questions three.

1. What is your favorite color?
2. What is your favorite pass-time activity?
3. What is your most favorite shade of orange?

"My favorite color is blue - sky blue, that is. No overly dark or light shades. I enjoy reading. And my favorite shade of orange is the one you see during sunset. Whatever it's called."

Jadoth rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Can I go yet? And exactly how injured will I be when I return to my body?"
Stupid stunt? I was risking my life to save orphans, anyway I have my own paperwork to do so the sooner you let me go back to my body the sooner I have to do paperwork like you.
Sharkos revives Sharkazun only to find himself...killed by a blood DK.

We meet again for the second time.


Aerstole P. Coppertongue, M.D., S.H. has had enough of your shenanigans.

Sharkazun dies. But for real.


10/07/2012 02:02 PMPosted by Fides
I've never died.


And I'm not really a spirit healer. Get real, buddy.

If you must. But first, ye must answer these questions three.

1. What is your favorite color?
2. What is your favorite pass-time activity?
3. What is your most favorite shade of orange?

"My favorite color is blue - sky blue, that is. No overly dark or light shades. I enjoy reading. And my favorite shade of orange is the one you see during sunset. Whatever it's called."

Jadoth rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Can I go yet? And exactly how injured will I be when I return to my body?"


I suppose you may now leave.

Oh, well, let's put it this way... your body is right where you left it. But it's also on the walls, ceiling, and furniture of the room you died in. You're a bit of a mess, really.

10/07/2012 04:04 PMPosted by Kaltokk
Stupid stunt? I was risking my life to save orphans, anyway I have my own paperwork to do so the sooner you let me go back to my body the sooner I have to do paperwork like you.


Exactly. Stupid stunt.

I won't take any of that sass, however. You'll wait in line or I'll send you to Jim.
Exactly. Stupid stunt.

I won't take any of that sass, however. You'll wait in line or I'll send you to Jim.

Don't make me bring the orphan god into this.
10/07/2012 04:31 PMPosted by Aerstole
And I'm not really a spirit healer. Get real, buddy.


Honey, I'm more real than you'll ever know.

Join the Conversation

Return to Forum