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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:10 pm
Lilliana looked at him. "Do you have a deathwish or something?" She asked, "Not telling you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:18 pm
"In one meaning of the word..." he muttered to himself, before saying loud enough for her to hear "Fair enough." Nightfall cannot come soon enough... They have forgotten to take the dagger out of my hair... I doubt they will notice. I just have to wait, and act naturally until all of the puny elves are sleeping once again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:30 pm
Giant roots erupted from the ground, ensnaring the first wave of abominations. The monstrosities tumbled to the ground, effectively slowing those behind.
"Now brothers and sisters of the Savage, turn your attacks to the Scourge. Let us purge this land of its foul controller!" Dalea raised her axe ands ignaled the first attack.
A volley of flaming arrows spread over the ranks of the scourge.
Dalea stared at the overwhelming sea of undead and gasped. "By the mother moon, is there no end?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:42 pm
Lilliana yawned, "I'm gonna leave you now." She said, calling a few blood elves, she said, "Remove any dangerous weapons from this green-skin and make sure he doesn't escape, or else it's your death." She received salutes from the blood elves and, summoning her dreadsteed, left to go meet the commander approaching from the Savage.
The blood elves removed Teimok from his prison and, patting him down for weapons and removing the dagger from his hair, returned him to the cage and sat down beside the prison, and insulted him quite aggresively.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:34 am
((may i join the rp?))
Name: Boxfame
Age: 30
Race: Troll
Rank: First Sergant
History: Boxfame is on rouge that is trying to make it to the big time. His quests across Azeroth and the Outland have been benificial to his strength. It is not until he stepped through the dark portal and stood face with the Legion's most powerful forces did he begin to doubt his strength. Soon after he began hearing voices in his head. These voices were none other than the Lich King's! (unbeknowst to him) He over came this pain in his head and became a great campion of the Horde. Now his travels lead him to Northrend were his true adventure awaits.
Appearane: A troll with light purple skin, long orange bunned up hair, big tusks, and dark blue eyes.
Weapon of Choice: Twin Blades of Azzinoth
Spells: Abilities of that a normal rouge along with an ability called Revolution. It allows him to increase his strength over twice as much. Also 2 abilities he doesn't even know he has, Death Cry and Eyes of Arthas.
Weaknesses: Shadow, Nature, and Arcane magic.
Strength: Being in a group, his strive for greater strength, and difficult requests.
Fears: The ringing of the Lich King's terrible shreiking cry of the dead in his head.
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