I will tell you once more, Druid! These Sin'dorei are not part of the invading Horde forces. They have no intend to hurt us, they are my apprentices and you WILL leave them alone. She raises her voice to the Kaldorei in anger as a spark sets aflame on her palms.
You can take me, but leave these students be.
Laurenn summoned a portal to Duskwood without a D-6 License. She ended up being burnt with a fire spell, the punishment of the Kirin Tor.
(I've assumed your mage is somehow linked to Kirin Tor there. If I was wrong, tell me in the General thread!)
(I've assumed your mage is somehow linked to Kirin Tor there. If I was wrong, tell me in the General thread!)
Being on an opposite side of the playing field so to speak, Laurenn would probably use the power of the void against Kotur and watch as the tauren is torn apart by two gigantic void tendrils.
Being mistaken for a bear Kotur puts Malaficus full of arrows.
Mistaking the transformed Druid for a regular bear, Norbert tries to shoo him away because he's got work to do in that area.
As one might guess it doesn't end well for the poor lumberjack.
As one might guess it doesn't end well for the poor lumberjack.
As part of her regular scouting duties, Talraea assumes an illusionary disguise as a tree so she can lie in wait for a target. She makes the mistake of taking a quick, standing power nap just as a lumberjack approaches, axe in hand, looking for some fresh lumber...
As Noctisumbra leans in for a kiss, he is to blinded to notice the dagger in her hand. Right before getting close enough the dagger hits him in his chest. Then he falls on his back and bleeds out.
"Oh hello again little Tal! It's me, Zira!"
Zirahael falls down from the sky in a flurry of tattered wings, waving at Talrea who had just finished stabbing Noctisumbra.
"There's so much that I want to talk to you abo,- whoah!"
Without warning, Zirahael slips in the blood pouring from the Nightborne's wound, falling forward past Talraea and into one of her active tentacle'y void portals!
Zirahael falls down from the sky in a flurry of tattered wings, waving at Talrea who had just finished stabbing Noctisumbra.
"There's so much that I want to talk to you abo,- whoah!"
Without warning, Zirahael slips in the blood pouring from the Nightborne's wound, falling forward past Talraea and into one of her active tentacle'y void portals!
Making her way down the darkened path, the little goblin quickened her step. Nervously checking over her shoulder, Minnie began to feel the icy chill of panic seeping its way into her gut.
She had vowed once before not to deal with their kind, and no matter how badly she needed to offload her goods she would not do so again.
But her diminutive figure was not advancing alone; a tall, ominous shape followed closely behind - it's shadow seemingly gliding, relentless.
Minnie burst into a run, hitching her skirt, her pouches rattling loudly as she bounced to-and-fro cursing loudly with each step.
She turned once more, the figure had grown closer, it's armour badly in need of repair, it's arms laden with junk no-doubt torn from the dying grasp of countless foes.
"No, nonononono, it ain't fair! It ain't fair, they was s'posed to go away..." She squeaked as the stalking shadow came closer....and closer...and suddenly...
"I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING. WHAT HAVE YOU GIVEN?"
It was all her little heart could take.
She had vowed once before not to deal with their kind, and no matter how badly she needed to offload her goods she would not do so again.
But her diminutive figure was not advancing alone; a tall, ominous shape followed closely behind - it's shadow seemingly gliding, relentless.
Minnie burst into a run, hitching her skirt, her pouches rattling loudly as she bounced to-and-fro cursing loudly with each step.
She turned once more, the figure had grown closer, it's armour badly in need of repair, it's arms laden with junk no-doubt torn from the dying grasp of countless foes.
"No, nonononono, it ain't fair! It ain't fair, they was s'posed to go away..." She squeaked as the stalking shadow came closer....and closer...and suddenly...
"I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING. WHAT HAVE YOU GIVEN?"
It was all her little heart could take.
Though Marshal Tyram Deolaras is a formidable combatant; there are times, where that is not enough.
A life time of combat experience, can't save you from walking down the wrong street, in every day clothes; taking too hard a bludgeon to the back of the skull, and losing your coin and valuables.
And so it was, that he was found in the morning, robbed, bleeding from the back of his skull.
[Apologies if I mischaracterised you at all, I don't know much about Pinchpenny yet!]
A life time of combat experience, can't save you from walking down the wrong street, in every day clothes; taking too hard a bludgeon to the back of the skull, and losing your coin and valuables.
And so it was, that he was found in the morning, robbed, bleeding from the back of his skull.
[Apologies if I mischaracterised you at all, I don't know much about Pinchpenny yet!]
By being a Friend to Amin'dal, and it being public knowledge, with a mixture of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As compitent as Rumika is, She is no match for a compitent paladin.
As compitent as Rumika is, She is no match for a compitent paladin.
After having a discussion about harnessing fel energies more efficiently, they decide to put it into practice.
Unfortunately, that experiment on fel magic had gone very, very wrong, and Rumika had only one soulstone.
Unfortunately, that experiment on fel magic had gone very, very wrong, and Rumika had only one soulstone.
A heated argument about the war leads to the disgruntled sergeant punching Savoren in the jaw, to which Savoren has the best comeback of all:
Laser eye beams.
Laser eye beams.
Kinda doubt it would be a one on one, unless Thul catches her by surprise.
Maybe in the middle of a crowded battle while her attention is focused elsewhere.
Continuing her research into the annihilation of souls via the boundless hungering dark, Marinya taps into a new source of power. It’s vast, deep and seems to drink the energy around it. Reaching deep to siphon and/or scoop out something of use, she feels another force trying the same on the opposite side, tugging her spiritually and physically closer to the edge. She has no time to ponder and realise that someone else was doing the same ritual, only to try to pull away before the hungering pit yawns wider.
Mari is unsuccessful and is obliterated into unreality as if she never existed.
“You! You stop your schemes now, warlock!” Munkosh shouted as he charged at Marinya, ready to strike with his fists. She noticed the angry orc, and pointed at his grey beard.
“You have litter right there,” she calmly said. Embarrassed, Munkosh turned away and started to stroke his beard, searching for “litter” Mari mentioned. She seized the opportunity and readied her magic to annihilate the orc’s soul.
The only thing left of Munkosh’s existence was some burned hair from his beard.
Mahli’ficia: “I will need you to draw the attention of this giant Black Dragon whilst I prepare my spell. Are you sure you are qualified for this?”
Munkosh: “Indubitably.”
Mahli’ficia: " … you are only wearing a tattered shirt and no shield. Are you sure?"
Munkosh: “My body is my weapon. Just as my mind is a temple.”
Mahli’ficia: “But you have no armor.”
Munkosh: “My abs are my armor; hardened through hundreds of hours of self punching.”
Mahli’ficia: “Yes yes, but will your abs stop… dragon fire?”
Munkosh: “If you believe hard enough, you can move mountains.”
Mahli’ficia: " … "
Munkosh: With palms together, Munkosh nods approvingly
Mahli’ficia: “Alright… I will trust you on this.”
I must have gotten in the way of a spell going wrong or something, can’t imagine she would intentionally kill me, we’re void buddies ![:flushed:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/flushed.png?v=6" ":flushed:")
![:relieved:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/relieved.png?v=6" ":relieved:")
Void buddies never hurt each other
When Mahlificia’s spell killed Serylith (accidentally mind you!), she released her preapred arrow, and shoot me in the heart ![:tired_face:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/tired_face.png?v=6" ":tired_face:")
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Reyzeel eventually tires of the priest’s constant berating and tirade of accusations including but not limited to being a traitor, a monster, an abomination, a fool and being immature.
I can’t imagine either individual would hold back. We’re not void buddies; we’re quite the opposite, actually. Also turns out Valendris isn’t much of an offensive fighter and so Reyzeel’s combination of fel and void magic overcomes Valendris’s mix of potions and holy magic, burned by felfire and torn apart by the void.