Stabbed to death, because I wouldn't stop making jokes about him being the tallest dwarf I'd ever seen, because of his Tabard.
Bored to death by his dry jokes..
In the heat of battle, the demon hunter mistakes Gibbles and Bryynn (her Succubus) for agents of the Legion. The friendly fire isn't noticed before it is too late.
After having a few too many Bradensbrook Gorse Wine, Sionnach drunkenly stumbles to stand beside Gibbles. Sionnach looks at the gnome.
"Can I just say," she begins, "you look absolutely adorable! I can't help but wonder how such an intimidating aura can come from such a small creature."
She giggles behind her hand, not realizing her mistake.
"The thing I find the funniness about you Gnomes," she starts again, not noticing the frustration emanating from Gibbles, "is how scared I am of stepping on you. You're so tiny and squishy, it's like walking through moving dandelions."
The frustration turns to wrath as Gibbles summons a monstrous Doomguard who quickly and messily disposes of Sionnach. It was right before her inevitable demise that Sionnach remembered wise words from her father:
'Speak not in your cups, lest ye regret when sober.'
"Can I just say," she begins, "you look absolutely adorable! I can't help but wonder how such an intimidating aura can come from such a small creature."
She giggles behind her hand, not realizing her mistake.
"The thing I find the funniness about you Gnomes," she starts again, not noticing the frustration emanating from Gibbles, "is how scared I am of stepping on you. You're so tiny and squishy, it's like walking through moving dandelions."
The frustration turns to wrath as Gibbles summons a monstrous Doomguard who quickly and messily disposes of Sionnach. It was right before her inevitable demise that Sionnach remembered wise words from her father:
'Speak not in your cups, lest ye regret when sober.'
Korkrag remembered the words from his father. "Put that down, it's your sisters!"
Korkrag is too enamoured in the beauty of Sionnach's outfit, that he doesn't notice the Infernal rain down from the sky to crush him, perhaps he shouldn't have gone to the Broken Shore.. He found love, but the heat was too much for him.
Korkrag is too enamoured in the beauty of Sionnach's outfit, that he doesn't notice the Infernal rain down from the sky to crush him, perhaps he shouldn't have gone to the Broken Shore.. He found love, but the heat was too much for him.
An ill-timed canine joke!
Astrophel has enough of Atheliyah's constant flirtatious teasing! Her impeccably timed teleportation away just before he can reach her is too much for the human mage to handle any longer, and one night while waiting for sleep to come to him, thinking of the Blood Mage, he decides the time has come to finish this game of chess ... oh yes, Mr. Marben is going to put her in check mate!
The human spends countless hours in the libraries of Azeroth, from those of the Kirin Tor's to those of the Sin'dorei (no doubt this is a comical story all of its own!) and everywhere in between ... suddenly, he comes to the conclusion he has created the perfect containment spell.
After gathering the ingredients required, Astrophel sets up some specially attuned arcane wards all around Dalaran, under the guise and pretence of it being official Kirin Tor business if questioned by anyone ... and then, it happens. A stereotypical Atheliyah moment where she appears for a brief moment just out of arms reach. "This is the time!" the human Mage thinks before quickly uttering a few words.
The wards begin to charge as Astrophel makes his way towards the Elf. She smirks as she sees him coming juuust close enough before clicking her fingers and vanishing! ... Or does she? No, the Blood Mage instead begins to flicker in and out of visibility. She realises something is wrong, looking about herself quite frantically. "I have her!" thinks our human protagonist, but just as he reaches to touch her .... Atheliyah explodes into a pile of arcane dust!
The Sin'dorei was too powerful for the containment spell to keep entirely in place, and the struggle between her form attempting to leave the confines of the wards along with being pulled straight back caused the very fibre of her being to tear apart and explode in a magicy mess!
Astrophel takes the arcane dust left behind from the Blood Mage, giving it to a professional enchanter to see if they can do anything with it ... but all they can suggest is that given the potent energy it continues to emit, that it would be best utilised by charging a weapon. The human Mage hands his staff over, having it imbued with the Blood Mage's remains, promising to his staff, and thus the Elf herself, that he'll use her to defend Azeroth for as long as he draws breath as penance for his accidental slaying of her.
As he leaves the enchanter's hut, he hears a familiar giggle whispering in his ear! Is it her? Is it the staff? Is she really gone? Did she fool him again? Who knows, but for all intends and purposes, Astrophel had killed her! What a shame!
The human spends countless hours in the libraries of Azeroth, from those of the Kirin Tor's to those of the Sin'dorei (no doubt this is a comical story all of its own!) and everywhere in between ... suddenly, he comes to the conclusion he has created the perfect containment spell.
After gathering the ingredients required, Astrophel sets up some specially attuned arcane wards all around Dalaran, under the guise and pretence of it being official Kirin Tor business if questioned by anyone ... and then, it happens. A stereotypical Atheliyah moment where she appears for a brief moment just out of arms reach. "This is the time!" the human Mage thinks before quickly uttering a few words.
The wards begin to charge as Astrophel makes his way towards the Elf. She smirks as she sees him coming juuust close enough before clicking her fingers and vanishing! ... Or does she? No, the Blood Mage instead begins to flicker in and out of visibility. She realises something is wrong, looking about herself quite frantically. "I have her!" thinks our human protagonist, but just as he reaches to touch her .... Atheliyah explodes into a pile of arcane dust!
The Sin'dorei was too powerful for the containment spell to keep entirely in place, and the struggle between her form attempting to leave the confines of the wards along with being pulled straight back caused the very fibre of her being to tear apart and explode in a magicy mess!
Astrophel takes the arcane dust left behind from the Blood Mage, giving it to a professional enchanter to see if they can do anything with it ... but all they can suggest is that given the potent energy it continues to emit, that it would be best utilised by charging a weapon. The human Mage hands his staff over, having it imbued with the Blood Mage's remains, promising to his staff, and thus the Elf herself, that he'll use her to defend Azeroth for as long as he draws breath as penance for his accidental slaying of her.
As he leaves the enchanter's hut, he hears a familiar giggle whispering in his ear! Is it her? Is it the staff? Is she really gone? Did she fool him again? Who knows, but for all intends and purposes, Astrophel had killed her! What a shame!
Being sent out to examine a site that recently had an outburst of Fel, Atheliyah notices a drop in temperature and an arcane presence when she arrives. Initially paying no heed to it she proceeds with her task. It's only later that the temperature lowers further, and the elf can pinpoint the source. Thinking it to be some manner of demon trying to disrupt her, she throws a cone of fire into the general direction of the source.
One horrific shriek later, she sees the burned remains of Suleera clutching on to what was probably a notebook. She recalls a word from the ones who sent her there about her probably not being the only one investigating the site.
Whoops.
One horrific shriek later, she sees the burned remains of Suleera clutching on to what was probably a notebook. She recalls a word from the ones who sent her there about her probably not being the only one investigating the site.
Whoops.
Bored to Death by Sermons! The blood elf pleading with him to turn from his wicked ways and embrace the light...tell him how the Fel never brings anything good with it and that she as a blood elf can vouch for the corruption it brings with it..it brought her own people down...they lost their Prince to it!
And so many more have fallen and been taken by the corruption that comes from using magic like that and consorting with Demons ..how he should turn away Before he loses that which he swore to protect
And somewhere between the Sermons...the preaching and unending "holier than thou" barrages the Warlock would drain his own soul and shatter it to the four god damm winds because he had a long day and does no this preachy priest who Thinks she is so much better then him!
And as his last breath left his body...and his soul turned to dust...the blood elf would smile ..knowing the old gods where pleased with this new sacrifice o.o"
And so many more have fallen and been taken by the corruption that comes from using magic like that and consorting with Demons ..how he should turn away Before he loses that which he swore to protect
And somewhere between the Sermons...the preaching and unending "holier than thou" barrages the Warlock would drain his own soul and shatter it to the four god damm winds because he had a long day and does no this preachy priest who Thinks she is so much better then him!
And as his last breath left his body...and his soul turned to dust...the blood elf would smile ..knowing the old gods where pleased with this new sacrifice o.o"
Being set aflame by fel in panic when he believes Aranell is going to bore him with sermons and preaching about the light.
Suicide, as he can't stand another damn Paladin trying to convert him from his Shadow Priest ways.
After hearing a rumour that Dwarves keep all their gold in their beards, Zan'dig comes across a sleeping Yeolmun and decides to check for himself. Using his sneaky Rogueish skills, he slips his hand inside the Dwarf's beard without waking him and begins to rummage around for treasure ...
... unfortunately, Dwarves don't keep treasure in their beards, but they do keep bear traps in there. It shuts tightly on Zan'dig's hand which leads to the Troll yelping in pain. Yeolmun awakes and does some nasty shadowy things to Zan'dig as retribution for his trespassing which shatters the Troll's mind, leaving him brain dead.
... unfortunately, Dwarves don't keep treasure in their beards, but they do keep bear traps in there. It shuts tightly on Zan'dig's hand which leads to the Troll yelping in pain. Yeolmun awakes and does some nasty shadowy things to Zan'dig as retribution for his trespassing which shatters the Troll's mind, leaving him brain dead.
Xirque has for some reason ended up on a Nachspiel by Zan'dig anf aftr a while Za'dig comes with a bottle with something that he calles "Zan'digs special Mojo mix to attract females in heat", claiming that "...dis be da solution to yo problems mon...Just a tiny drop of dis and yo will atract all de mothas and sistas that are in need of some lovin man...bot be careful mon, only one drop in da hair mon , is enof to atract de one you want, any more can be dangerous mon..."
Zan'dig then trips, and spills everything in the bottle over Xirque...
Zan'dig then trips, and spills everything in the bottle over Xirque...
In an epic showdown of mind versus might that spans for at least nine episodes, the spellflinger finally gains the upper hand and strikes down this seemingly random adventurer with extreme prejudice.
Details are unclear as to why they came to blows to begin with.
Details are unclear as to why they came to blows to begin with.
Using this old man's age against him, Redshirt makes Fatebeard chase him. When exhaustion kicks in, he gets a heart attack.
Tries to revive Fatebeard after his tragic collapse; successfully manages to do so but the old man's muscle memory kicks in as he wakes and crushes Grimik's trachea with a swift and unexpected throat punch.
Would constantly pester Grimik for a permission to ride on his grand (and majestic) gryphon. The beast in question, having been intimidated by sudden flood of treats and multitude of adorable references to him from the weird elf comes to conclusion he is being kidnapped to lead a new life in capacity of some elven royal canary. He shakes kaldorei off the saddle midair, resulting in a spectacular (alas, without a parachute) fall.
Died to the 210 dB screams and bladestorm shouting
Saw his outfit, and the massive amount of fashion faux pas (no pun intended!) was simply too much for the illustrious Goblin tailor, and Rizzo sadly suffered a heart attack.
Would probably get blown up with fel fire while he's distracted laughing. Goblin in a giant hat, hahahaAAAAAH! And dead.