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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Yay! Candy and Giant Badgers/Lions/Tigers/Bears/Mosquitos/Keas!

two eagles, and two elephants, instead of the mosquitos and keas.

-Were using - [ { And italics to show we are OUT OF CHARACTER and not actually effecting the RP-

I prefer to affect it.

Oh, the merchants will be taking SPHM, when he come back, to the citadel.  Next time.

The dragons have left for the citadel.

[wierd]

[I didn't *just* light them on fire. I lit them on fire with white phosphorus, and an accellerant gas mixture.  Burning phosphorus alone burns hot enough to burn steel. With the accellerant, it can actually burn some rocks!]

Video on phosphorus.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Oke8GinWDG8

And its effects when it gets on living tissue
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WY0dpyKiW34

Remember... I doused them at point blank.  A flamethrower is tame in comparison to what I blasted them with.

[wierd]

Double your pleasure, double your fun!

Its always great with double post gum!

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Oh, if I seem to know everything, it is due to the extensive humming-dragon system I have devised to watch all of the forts.  One is assigned to each fort.  Information is collected, and transfered to the next one, which transfers it to the next, ect.  Information is relayed at an extremely quick rate.  Course, it only is active 45 minutes out of one hour from 1 hour before dawn to 1 hour after dusk.  Basic needs and all that.

[Splint]

[I always consider anything a DF player weilds to be far worse than anything we'd use normally.]

[Corai]

-I was about to tell Zanzetkuken that he was godmodding, but then I got lost. So I am just gonna go with that he has dragons flying everywhere that throw kobolds at eachogher who then scream what they were told to before being dropped to there deaths which then the next dragon opens there bag and takes there kobold from to further the message.-

[wierd]

Did aliens abduct hugo or something?

I really want out of that basement.

[WillowLuman]

Sorry, someone was hogging the one good computer. BTW, have never seen Conan, probably should now though. Not really a reference, more convergent evolution.

Weird and Oliolli cut the chains from the figure that called himself Vemini. "That's better. Well, I will tell you what I know now. The bitch that you killed was once an elven maiden named Thari. She was once a great druid back in the homeland, but one day this lady showed up..."

[Gizogin]

What's the deal with you being locked in the basement?  Is it something I'm likely to know about, so that I might let you out in place of Hugo?  -EDIT: Oh, never mind.  Looks like Hugo ninja'd me to it.

Jerry is all healed!  I talked him through the details of the exercises he needs to go through for the nest few weeks, to rebuild his muscles after their extended period of disuse.  Then, after setting up a follow-up appointment for a few weeks later, I sent him on his way.  Now, my hospital is not only empty again, but starting to attain that much-sought-after patina of blood.  All is well.

[wierd]

You would think that you could find a youtube clip from conan of "the kitchen-the orgy", but nothing but OST links and guitar covers of the music.  (Boss awesome as the music is, I wanted to link to people getting boiled into soup and served to perverted people at the orgy!)

*sigh*

[WillowLuman]

"That lady was a human, or at least looked like one, and never gave a name. Convinced Thari that she was some kind of goddess, told her to change her ways. It took a while, but eventually Thari listened. Well, I'd always been her most loyal friend. I was sworn to protect her, kind of a body guard. Naturally, when she was cast out of our society, I had to follow her as she sailed away. We landed here. Thari started to do some research based on what her Goddess told her. Then began the experiments. I'll never forget that day. I was the first, well the first successful one anyway. The first graft."
Vemini patted the metal plate of his chest. "That traitor, ignoring our life-long friendship, just strapped me to a table one day. She had mastered healing magic at that point, and as she welded my old suit of armor to my skin, she kept me alive and screaming through all of it. Well, after me she went on to the other 20 or so that came with us. Since then she's just been picking up stray elves. She ceased to be an elf one day, and became only an unholy... thing. They've all been thralls to her since the day they came through that door, except for one. Yes, once she tried to make one her apprentice! He ran away, though, and sailed away. Since then we never heard of him."
"So, that is my tale of the last few years. I suppose now you'll have to do something about the other elves. I doubt any of them, except maybe 5 or six, will remember anything. They were the highest ranking, you see." Vemini took a few exploratory steps, feeling his legs which had obviously not seen use for a while. The steps made heavy metallic noises.

[Mrhappyface]

Metal plate grafting! How crude.

[wierd]

Early experiments.  Oh well. I have a customer for metal polish and machine oil.



"I see." Said joykill. "That's the name. She must be slabbed immediately. He soul is most certainly already looking for a way back to the world of the living. It must be prevented. A living necromancer is dangerous enough, but a dead one is worse. She's not a person anymore. She paid the ultimate price for the deepest knowledge and power. I need a stone tablet, and a chisel. I'm not a mason, but she has to be slabbed right now."

(A cold mist swirled in the catacomb)

"Right now!"

[WillowLuman]

The Scorpion elf looked over the elves in the tower's hall. There were about 150 of them of the original 200. 8 had gone below to ask death from the dwarf, and 12 milled in the back of the hall, wanting death from the hands of their peers. 30 or so had just wandered off into the woods, seeming senseless. So the 150 who were still alive, willing to live, and mostly sane were gathered there.
Many of them were grafted or hybridised, plant, animal, or inorganic. Most of them were outwardly normal. Some of them had minor brain damage. Several were probably lycanthropes. All looked to him for guidance. "None of us can remember who we are or where we came from. What we once were is lost to us now. There are no traces, no inklings of clues to indicate our former identities. So, without family, we must turn to each other. We are our own family now. We will make our own rules, not remembering those of our homeland, but instead drawing from our own sense of justice. The rest of the world would reject us, but together we can survive."
The others stood and looked at him for a while. Then one, a short elf-man with one eye sewn shut, asked "but, what do we do now?"
The scorpion elf thought for a bit. "Strike the earth!"

[WillowLuman]

Vemini extended a blade-fingered, metal hand. "I'll do it. I want to send that bitch straight to hell myself!"

He turned around, and began scratching on the oak-trunk slice. "Think this will do?"

HugoLuman felt he was missing something here. "Wait, what was that you said about an apprentice!?"