Found this funny little video about potion misuse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0Gx8hYi0hQ
This is why you should always drink in moderation!
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Thanks girls, glad to see you liked it.
When I first saw it, I knew I couldn't ignore it. T'was a true gem. ;)
And poor mansion of Sharon.
I'm not sure if the living room will even be able to survive the shenanigans that are happening down there! (what's left of it, anyway)
When I first saw it, I knew I couldn't ignore it. T'was a true gem. ;)
And poor mansion of Sharon.
I'm not sure if the living room will even be able to survive the shenanigans that are happening down there! (what's left of it, anyway)
Donald lay in a pile of saliva on Shani's lap, covered from top to toe in the stuff as he stared down at his sticky hands. It was hard for him to decide what was worst. A bath in the sewer or that Night Elf's mouth?
But in all honesty, that was an easy decision: obviously the sewer could not swallow you!
"That's it, I'm out!"
At that moment, Donald decided that he didn't want to end his journey in some Night Elf's belly. With no regard for the consequences that might follow, he suddenly kicked off against the cloth in Shani's lap as he launched himself forward in a desperate escape attempt, shambling towards the edges of her lap by her knees!
Before Shani had time to move her hand from her mouth and down to grab him, Donald threw himself off her lap and plunged down the fall, bumping against and rolling down along her greaves before landing with a thud down on the soft carpet. Pumped up on adrenaline, Donald immediately recovered and went up on all four; ready to leap away!
A lesser, more foolish man might have chosen to run directly away from Shani, out on the open and exposed spaces of the carpet.
Donald, however, being trained in the arts of escape as he was, knew the folly and promised doom that would result from of attempting such an endeavor. Instead of running away from Shani, he instead slipped right between her legs and beneath her chair; using his small size to his own advantage as he ducked and dived beneath the larger objects of the room.
"Hasta la vista, baby. I'm sorry it did not work out for us!"
He yelled back as he ran for all he was worth!
As he reached the end of the line of low chairs and table, he moved to the side and jumped on top of the ankle of a Night Elf lying on the floor; passing over and along her sleeping body like a bridge before jumping off her head and down under a chair on the side side of the room. Zig-zagging between purple feet and wine bottles, he took a daring escape beneath the tournament table and the dozen of feet that surrounded it in order to avoid Shani, whom by then seemed to be the only elf in the room that had picked up on his escape!
"It's all or nothing now... "
But in all honesty, that was an easy decision: obviously the sewer could not swallow you!
"That's it, I'm out!"
At that moment, Donald decided that he didn't want to end his journey in some Night Elf's belly. With no regard for the consequences that might follow, he suddenly kicked off against the cloth in Shani's lap as he launched himself forward in a desperate escape attempt, shambling towards the edges of her lap by her knees!
Before Shani had time to move her hand from her mouth and down to grab him, Donald threw himself off her lap and plunged down the fall, bumping against and rolling down along her greaves before landing with a thud down on the soft carpet. Pumped up on adrenaline, Donald immediately recovered and went up on all four; ready to leap away!
A lesser, more foolish man might have chosen to run directly away from Shani, out on the open and exposed spaces of the carpet.
Donald, however, being trained in the arts of escape as he was, knew the folly and promised doom that would result from of attempting such an endeavor. Instead of running away from Shani, he instead slipped right between her legs and beneath her chair; using his small size to his own advantage as he ducked and dived beneath the larger objects of the room.
"Hasta la vista, baby. I'm sorry it did not work out for us!"
He yelled back as he ran for all he was worth!
As he reached the end of the line of low chairs and table, he moved to the side and jumped on top of the ankle of a Night Elf lying on the floor; passing over and along her sleeping body like a bridge before jumping off her head and down under a chair on the side side of the room. Zig-zagging between purple feet and wine bottles, he took a daring escape beneath the tournament table and the dozen of feet that surrounded it in order to avoid Shani, whom by then seemed to be the only elf in the room that had picked up on his escape!
"It's all or nothing now... "
"Oh hot damn."
Donald's face suddenly gained a pale tint as Shani told him everything. All the memories were now coming back to him! From the contract, to the Night Elves chasing him, and to his client betraying him.
"Your 'mistress'?" Donald asked with a curious look on his face.
"The tall one with the big ass?"
However, his last question didn't seem to improve Shani's mood at all. If looks could kill, he would have been dead by now as the Night Elf glared ominously down at him.
Fortunately for Donald, on the other hand, a spectacle that occurred behind him seemed to have taken Shani's attention away from him for a moment. As the assassin tried to twist around to see what was going on, he didn't see much more than the group around the table having grown silent, and further away a rather pleased pink haired Night Elf was sitting on the floor.
"Well, to get back to your original question... " Donald quickly said, peering back up at his large captor as he attempted to change the topic over to something that was less likely to get him killed in a righteous retribution from the Night Elf.
"I am quite good with a blade, and have won my share of marksman competitions with my crossbow. I am also no stranger to hand-to-hand combat."
Donald's face suddenly gained a pale tint as Shani told him everything. All the memories were now coming back to him! From the contract, to the Night Elves chasing him, and to his client betraying him.
"Your 'mistress'?" Donald asked with a curious look on his face.
"The tall one with the big ass?"
However, his last question didn't seem to improve Shani's mood at all. If looks could kill, he would have been dead by now as the Night Elf glared ominously down at him.
Fortunately for Donald, on the other hand, a spectacle that occurred behind him seemed to have taken Shani's attention away from him for a moment. As the assassin tried to twist around to see what was going on, he didn't see much more than the group around the table having grown silent, and further away a rather pleased pink haired Night Elf was sitting on the floor.
"Well, to get back to your original question... " Donald quickly said, peering back up at his large captor as he attempted to change the topic over to something that was less likely to get him killed in a righteous retribution from the Night Elf.
"I am quite good with a blade, and have won my share of marksman competitions with my crossbow. I am also no stranger to hand-to-hand combat."
I have a feeling it'll be quite a while until their next 'battle'.
That was quite a K.O.... if you can even call it that, hah.
That was quite a K.O.... if you can even call it that, hah.
"I do not think sending it with your assistant would be safe." Greymoon quickly commented as he threw a concerned look between Sharon and Marshall.
"The assassins could be watching our very gates without us knowing it."
Sharon gazed over to his friend, whom Frederick was already working on serving a second glass to. The High Elf agreed on Greymoon's concerns that it was too dangerous to send a lone girl to carry the message. She would be a too easy target for the assassins, and they would be needlessly jeopardizing her life.
"What do you suggest then, Richard?"
"I can take the letter myself." Greymoon stated, gently pulling on his white bird with a clever look on his face.
"If the assassins wanted me dead, I would have been dead already after all. I can deliver the letter to the Cathedral myself."
"There is no guarantee they won't change their mind, Mister Greymoon. You hope understand that, do you?." Frederick commented dryly, wrinkling his eyebrows at Greymoon who looked back at the butler.
"I doubt they'd change their mind that soon." Greymoon chuckled cheerily.
"I have yet to do anything to piss off that deranged brother of yours, Sharon. No offense."
"None taken." Sharon replied with a smirk, before turning to Marshall.
"Take your time with the letter, Marshall. I doubt Lord Greymoon will be leaving immediately."
"Indeed. I will wait until the morning, until it becomes brighter. Do you have a room that I could borrow in the meantime, Sharon?"
At the last question, Sharon became completely silent. Moving a hand up to his head, he rubbed his cheek as he turned to Frederick.
"Do we have an available guest room that our... exotic guests haven't already occupied?"
"The attic suite in the north eastern wing, top floor. Short of the roof patrols outside the windows, it is virtually free of our purple friends." Frederick answered almost immediately in his usual calm manner.
"Shall I prepare it for Lord Greymoon?"
"That'd be swell, buddy." Greymoon smiled, raising Frederick a toast before looking back at Sharon.
"I like a good view."
Sharon chuckled softly, but suddenly the men in the room became quiet as they realized the voices and shouts from below became dimmer. A moment of suspicion occurred in the room, as if they feared something had gone horribly wrong, before the voices and laughter once again resumed and the men went back to ease.
"What the hell are they doing?" Greymoon asked with a light chckle, and Sharon gently shook his head.
"Don't know. Don't care. Short of setting the room on fire, there's not anything they can destroy down there." Sharon said with a self confident smile as he raised his glass.
"Wouldn't it been easier to just hire ordinary mercs, don't you think?" Greymoon asked, throwing Sharon an odd look.
"Maybe... " The High Elf said thoughtfully as he sat in his chair, looking back up at Greymoon who sat on the edge of the desk.
"But the Night Elves are cheaper. All they need is free food and drink. I call it good business."
"What about little Miss Rune? Does she approve of the elves using your house as a club house? ... not that it hasn't been before?"
"Well... " Sharon paused, biting his lips as he spent a few seconds thinking about just how he was going to formulate his answer to Greymoon's question about Liaena. Eventually, Sharon tilted his head to the side in his chair as he gazed back at the elderly noble with a smirk.
"She has a few objections, but... ultimately, I think she will understand. After all, she is best friend with one of the Night Elves. What is the worst that could happen?"
"The assassins could be watching our very gates without us knowing it."
Sharon gazed over to his friend, whom Frederick was already working on serving a second glass to. The High Elf agreed on Greymoon's concerns that it was too dangerous to send a lone girl to carry the message. She would be a too easy target for the assassins, and they would be needlessly jeopardizing her life.
"What do you suggest then, Richard?"
"I can take the letter myself." Greymoon stated, gently pulling on his white bird with a clever look on his face.
"If the assassins wanted me dead, I would have been dead already after all. I can deliver the letter to the Cathedral myself."
"There is no guarantee they won't change their mind, Mister Greymoon. You hope understand that, do you?." Frederick commented dryly, wrinkling his eyebrows at Greymoon who looked back at the butler.
"I doubt they'd change their mind that soon." Greymoon chuckled cheerily.
"I have yet to do anything to piss off that deranged brother of yours, Sharon. No offense."
"None taken." Sharon replied with a smirk, before turning to Marshall.
"Take your time with the letter, Marshall. I doubt Lord Greymoon will be leaving immediately."
"Indeed. I will wait until the morning, until it becomes brighter. Do you have a room that I could borrow in the meantime, Sharon?"
At the last question, Sharon became completely silent. Moving a hand up to his head, he rubbed his cheek as he turned to Frederick.
"Do we have an available guest room that our... exotic guests haven't already occupied?"
"The attic suite in the north eastern wing, top floor. Short of the roof patrols outside the windows, it is virtually free of our purple friends." Frederick answered almost immediately in his usual calm manner.
"Shall I prepare it for Lord Greymoon?"
"That'd be swell, buddy." Greymoon smiled, raising Frederick a toast before looking back at Sharon.
"I like a good view."
Sharon chuckled softly, but suddenly the men in the room became quiet as they realized the voices and shouts from below became dimmer. A moment of suspicion occurred in the room, as if they feared something had gone horribly wrong, before the voices and laughter once again resumed and the men went back to ease.
"What the hell are they doing?" Greymoon asked with a light chckle, and Sharon gently shook his head.
"Don't know. Don't care. Short of setting the room on fire, there's not anything they can destroy down there." Sharon said with a self confident smile as he raised his glass.
"Wouldn't it been easier to just hire ordinary mercs, don't you think?" Greymoon asked, throwing Sharon an odd look.
"Maybe... " The High Elf said thoughtfully as he sat in his chair, looking back up at Greymoon who sat on the edge of the desk.
"But the Night Elves are cheaper. All they need is free food and drink. I call it good business."
"What about little Miss Rune? Does she approve of the elves using your house as a club house? ... not that it hasn't been before?"
"Well... " Sharon paused, biting his lips as he spent a few seconds thinking about just how he was going to formulate his answer to Greymoon's question about Liaena. Eventually, Sharon tilted his head to the side in his chair as he gazed back at the elderly noble with a smirk.
"She has a few objections, but... ultimately, I think she will understand. After all, she is best friend with one of the Night Elves. What is the worst that could happen?"
That's.... actually a very valid point. With Sharon knowing Li's opinion of Rithrynn's warband. With "opinion" being a very generous and optimistic word for their relations.
I think the reason we're still alive so far is not because Sherpa has underestimated us, but rather because he has overestimated us. If he knew what kind of idiots he was truly dealing with... :P
I think the reason we're still alive so far is not because Sherpa has underestimated us, but rather because he has overestimated us. If he knew what kind of idiots he was truly dealing with... :P
I must say that I find it to be an amusing observation, to say the least.
Here poor Li spends days to make a single post, while you churn a 1000+ words text of doom purely by accident in less than an hour Rithrynn.
Also, let's hope that Sharon doesn't find out what the Night Elves are doing with 'Liaena'...
Here poor Li spends days to make a single post, while you churn a 1000+ words text of doom purely by accident in less than an hour Rithrynn.
Also, let's hope that Sharon doesn't find out what the Night Elves are doing with 'Liaena'...
The forum doesn't seem to be updating the thread and bumping it up. My post is up but it still displays Fey as the last poster. Must be some lag.
EDIT: There it is!
As for the plot, I am not sure who I feel the most sorry for...
Kathlyn? ... or Donald?
EDIT: There it is!
As for the plot, I am not sure who I feel the most sorry for...
Kathlyn? ... or Donald?
"Hmm... nooo, I'm afraid not..... " Sharon answered slowly, placing his glass back on the table as he leaned further behind in his chair and holding his fingers together over his chest.
"We lacked the personnel capable of performing such a rite of cleansing. After we took the unholy artifacts, we simply left it. The room is still cursed."
Sharon leaned his head back to gaze up at the glass window above him.
" ... unless the guard somehow found their way into the sewer from the street, and called in some priests... which, given the size of the sewer, is unlikely. Either way, I plan to write a letter of the Church of Light in hope that they might send someone to purge the place. Perhaps with your signature in the letter, it will be processed much quicker too?"
The High Elf said as his azure eyes returned to Marshall once more, throwing the old man a suggestive look as he motioned at some paper and an open envelope lying on his desk in between them.
"However, I do not think my brother will continue any operations in the area. He will know it to be compromised."
"Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, and I swear will eat you!"
"By the light, woman; take it easy!" Donald called back, before pausing for a moment to think.
" ... unless, you meant it some other way... "
"Damn it, Donald! Your job is to get out of this mess, not roll yourself into another mess with this woman!"
"Alright, alright... I'm sorry. We must have come out on the wrong foot. Let us start over again!" Donald quickly explained, holding out his arms as he looked up at Shani.
"My name is Donald. I live in the Trade District. I help mister La Fraln keep his cheese shop. I am... also a sword enthusiast! I have a small collection back home."
...
Donald stared up at Shani's face, and the Night Elf stared back, clearly not impressed or moved by his little introduction. The assassin couldn't for the life of him understand why. She obviously didn't like him, so why not let him go? Or did she like him, but simply played hard to get? Or maybe the Night Elf was simply experiencing a strong sense of ambivalence, and she didn't like him but was not able to fully let go of him either? Nothing made sense anymore!
"Ahem, and... your name?" Donald requested, staring up at Shani's large face as he was unsure how to continue.
"This is why I should stick to women who aren't purple and aren't taller than me... "
"We lacked the personnel capable of performing such a rite of cleansing. After we took the unholy artifacts, we simply left it. The room is still cursed."
Sharon leaned his head back to gaze up at the glass window above him.
" ... unless the guard somehow found their way into the sewer from the street, and called in some priests... which, given the size of the sewer, is unlikely. Either way, I plan to write a letter of the Church of Light in hope that they might send someone to purge the place. Perhaps with your signature in the letter, it will be processed much quicker too?"
The High Elf said as his azure eyes returned to Marshall once more, throwing the old man a suggestive look as he motioned at some paper and an open envelope lying on his desk in between them.
"However, I do not think my brother will continue any operations in the area. He will know it to be compromised."
"Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, and I swear will eat you!"
"By the light, woman; take it easy!" Donald called back, before pausing for a moment to think.
" ... unless, you meant it some other way... "
"Damn it, Donald! Your job is to get out of this mess, not roll yourself into another mess with this woman!"
"Alright, alright... I'm sorry. We must have come out on the wrong foot. Let us start over again!" Donald quickly explained, holding out his arms as he looked up at Shani.
"My name is Donald. I live in the Trade District. I help mister La Fraln keep his cheese shop. I am... also a sword enthusiast! I have a small collection back home."
...
Donald stared up at Shani's face, and the Night Elf stared back, clearly not impressed or moved by his little introduction. The assassin couldn't for the life of him understand why. She obviously didn't like him, so why not let him go? Or did she like him, but simply played hard to get? Or maybe the Night Elf was simply experiencing a strong sense of ambivalence, and she didn't like him but was not able to fully let go of him either? Nothing made sense anymore!
"Ahem, and... your name?" Donald requested, staring up at Shani's large face as he was unsure how to continue.
"This is why I should stick to women who aren't purple and aren't taller than me... "
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