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Post by Airedar on May 23, 2008 5:00:13 GMT -5
((Who ever said he was a... wait... Damn you!
If it's a 'primal energy' It's an energy, it's manipulatable by magic, which is the manipulation of magic. I'm just repeating myself here.
Magic isn't 'Oh wow look! Fireballz!" It's the us of energy to twist energy to a different purpose. The entire thing twists itself too. Aside from Fel, the only thing that is corrupting about magic is the fact that being able to cause that ammout of help, or harm, gives you a feeling like 'Oh I'm a god!'
We need the paladin to post... and a few others. Besides that...
Ah! Mana is the ability of someone to manipulate energy. You can only manipulate it if you have enough. So that could be your mental strength. if you ran out of mana and kept casting, you'ld die of exaustion. So a full mage would know not to. We need more posts IC. I can't because of the whole knife business...))
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Post by Ivras on May 23, 2008 7:41:42 GMT -5
Ivras was now juggling a few beer glasses as the assassin put his knife against the paladin's throat. Suddenly, a brigade of Stormwind Heavy Infantry barged in.
"We are looking for an assassin. We heard that he was coming here to kill someone." said one of the infantry. "Innkeeper, have you seen anyone who could be an assassin?"
Ivras rubbed his beard for a few seconds in thought. "Yeah! He's Over there!" Ivras pointed in the direction of Airedar. "The paladin! Ignore the guy with the knife, he's innocent."
"Right!" said the soldier. "Paladin! You are under arrest!"
Ivras pulled a lever. Suddenly, a trap door under the entire brigade opened. The soldiers all fell down.
"Whoops!" said Ivras. "Wrong level..."
Ivras pulled another level. A secret compartment opened up in the wall. A plum pie flew through the air in the direction of the paladin's face.
(everyone hates plum pie... Except old people...)
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Post by Patsee on May 23, 2008 8:49:00 GMT -5
Shade watched as the Innkeeper pulled the lever and watched the soldiers fall through a trap door. He couldn't help but laugh slightly as they fell. "Where will they end up?"
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Post by Airedar on May 23, 2008 16:05:03 GMT -5
((There is no logic in this thread. You need some....))
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Post by kritanakom on May 23, 2008 16:32:00 GMT -5
((We'll just have to agree to disagree, although I'd love to continue this debate later, since you have some very interesting ideas!))
Stumbling backwards and spitting out bits of plum pie, the paladin could not help but think that a very many things happened very fast. "That man with the crazy sword was just upstairs a second ago, so either he is incredibly fast... or he simply fell through the ceiling again" thought Kritanakom, as he wiped off the last of the disgusting pie. "What does this man mean to you? I simply want to question him about the ninjas. If it is very important, I suppose I could kill him again afterwards..." The paladin was no actor and he knew it, so he did not try to hide that he was slightly afraid of this mysterious man who travels at such speed and weilds such an evil-looking blade.
He backed off a little and the stormwind guard he rescued (who was still trapped in a bandage cocoon) struggled and gave a few muffled pleas for release, but the paladin was too focused on his potential opponent and ended up backing into a tall, heavy stool, which fell and hit the guard on the head, once again rendering him unconscious.
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Post by Airedar on May 23, 2008 17:18:04 GMT -5
Airedar considered several things.
a: This place is crazy.
b: Stormwind guards have bad luck
c: if you can't beat em, join em.
He went back upstaires, sheathing his blade as he went. fivwe minutes later, the entire upper floor caved in, and shattered on the ground level. Airedar was standing in the exact centre of the new inn flooring, laughing.
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Post by Ivras on May 24, 2008 8:19:28 GMT -5
(did I not imply that this would be illogical when i asked for your degree of sanity? This is actually logical compared to other threads i have been on. On the WoW forum, I was in a tavern thread and the guy who started it hadn't posted for about a month or so... The only time he posted, in fact, was when he started it... So some of the guys went crazy, so i did too... I had a gun that shot out a purple hippo which opened its mouth, which turned out to be a portal of some sort, and released tons of mini-humans armed with swords, or maybe they were toothpicks...)
"GARG!" shouted Ivras. "THIS PLACE IS CRAZY! NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I HAD TO REPAIR THE ROOF 2 TIMES IN ONE DAY!!!"
Ivras then disappeared in a cloud of confusion. He ran straight into a wall... When he got up, he once more crashed into the same wall. Ivras then got up and turned around and ran in the opposite direction and disappeared in a cloud of confusion. Somehow, he once again crashed into the same wall. He got up and looked at the wall. There was a plaque.
It said this, "This wall of idiocity is here in remembrance for all of the idiots who disappeared in a cloud of confusion"
Ivras walked back behind the bar and poured himself a glass of milk.
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Post by kritanakom on May 25, 2008 7:31:29 GMT -5
A particularly large pile of debris fell apart to reveal a sphere of solid light underneath. Within was Kritanakom holding the Stormwind guard, who was slowly regaining consciousness.
Kritanakom veiwed this malicious ceiling-drop-on-head-ing to be a direct attempt on the lives of everyone in the tavern, and so readied himself for battle. There was very little room in the divine shield however, so as he pulled his truesilver riot hammer from behind his back the paladin accidentally hit the guard hard in several places, including elbow and groin.
The guard fell groaning to the floor, so Kritanakom shrugged and left him at the bottom of the hole in the ceiling rubble left behind by the bubble of light. Kritanakom climbed out and watched as Ivras suddenly crashed into the same wall several times. "Huh?"
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Post by Ivras on May 30, 2008 13:45:45 GMT -5
(so are you part of Stormwind now or something something?...) Ivras finished his glass of milk and stared at the paladin.”Wat cha’ want?” A group of gnomes armed with brooms that were clearly too big for them came and started to sweep up the debris. Another group went up and put steel beams instead of wooden ones and rebuilt the floor. As they marched back to the kitchen, a gnome came out and glared at Airedar. He went to Ivras and also drank a glass of milk before leaving.
Suddenly, the door fell over. No one was there, but if fell over because it was damaged. A man in ambassador-style robes walked into the doorway looking at the fallen door. “Did I do that?” said the ambassador. A gnome burst out of the kitchen flying through the air and landing with a roll. He grabbed the edge of the door and hurled it back up into its frame. The door rested in its frame with a thud as it smashed into the ambassador’s nose. The ambassador opened the door pinching his nose to drop the flow of blood and said, “Oww! I just came on official business… No taxes…” He released his nose. “I am an ambassador of Stormwind and I have come to take over your tavern as a temporary base of operations. This is part of a campaign to cleanse this part of the city. Will you give it peacefully or do I have to use force?”
Ivras stood there, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His head moved from left to right and back.
“Fine, I will use force then.” said the ambassador. He left and an armored human came in with a large rifle. His armor was made of steel and covered his entire body except some joints covered in thin cloth.
Ivras opened his eyes with a surprise. He was actually asleep from the milk and his head was just bobbing to the left and right. “BLAH! ITS AN IRON MAN!” said Ivras as he saw the human. He started to hurl a flurry of axes that he kept under the bar. All of them flew around missing the man and smacking into the wall. Ivras then threw a box of toothpicks. It opened releasing tons of toothpicks. They flew through the air and stabbed through the clothed joint and pierced the man’s skin. The armored human started to scream in pain tried to run out but crashed into the recently moved wall of confusion. He fell to the ground with a large clank. The ambassador then came in.
“How’s it going Frank?” asked the ambassador. He then saw him lying on the ground dead and gasped in horror. He turned to run but then also ran into the wall of confusion. A group of gnomes came out and threw the bodied into the street and walked back into the kitchen.
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