She's flirting with a handsome elven mage and somehow they begin discussing how certain types of magic seem to counter another except in extreme circumstances. Ialith naturally boasts about her powers but the mage is reluctant, saying the Light should counter it easily. She scoffs and turns to Katzerin, intending to demonstrate her superiour prowess. She is neatly decapitated before she could cast a single spell.
I have plenty of death scenarios planned for this RP character... Lalith would probably kill him after he tries to bring her to "Illidan's light". Usually this means calling her every synonymous term for "Tart" in the dictionary and telling her that she is lost without Lord Illidan.
A swift dagger to the heart should put this old man out of his insane misery.
A swift dagger to the heart should put this old man out of his insane misery.
Increasingly Agitated Lass Interested (in) Tearing (a) Hole (in you)
It's I(ay)-ah-lith.
It's I(ay)-ah-lith.
26/12/2017 09:40Posted by IalithIncreasingly Agitated Lass Interested (in) Tearing (a) Hole (in you)
It's e-ah-lith.
I'm sorry for screwing it up but you don't have to be sarcastic about it
@Mannimaril
Marvin, with his skill to make some ill timed vocal blunders, says something which can be taken as something bad towards Mannimaril's lord and savior Illidan. Ending with poor Marv set on fire or something as horrible.
@Ialith.
On a rainy day in a tavern Marvin enjoys his day off and cherish that nothing bad or awkward has happened to him all day. He gets even more cheerful when Ialith joins him... Most likely since he's the only visitor in said tavern.
But that thought does not cross the friendly man's mind at all and he happily talks to the elf about all kind of matters.
When it's time for Ialith to leave, for whichever reason. Marvin chivalrously follows her to the door and opens it and makes sure she won't slip on the wet stairs leading up to the tavern's entrace. A sudden and strong gust of wind sweeps over them as they step out, causing a wardrobe malfunction with the upper part of Ialith's robe and Marvin who quickly spins away to stop himself from gawking or(and) say something awkward, ironically slips on the wet stair and comically falls down them with arms flailing.
He breaks his neck on impact.
Marvin, with his skill to make some ill timed vocal blunders, says something which can be taken as something bad towards Mannimaril's lord and savior Illidan. Ending with poor Marv set on fire or something as horrible.
@Ialith.
On a rainy day in a tavern Marvin enjoys his day off and cherish that nothing bad or awkward has happened to him all day. He gets even more cheerful when Ialith joins him... Most likely since he's the only visitor in said tavern.
But that thought does not cross the friendly man's mind at all and he happily talks to the elf about all kind of matters.
When it's time for Ialith to leave, for whichever reason. Marvin chivalrously follows her to the door and opens it and makes sure she won't slip on the wet stairs leading up to the tavern's entrace. A sudden and strong gust of wind sweeps over them as they step out, causing a wardrobe malfunction with the upper part of Ialith's robe and Marvin who quickly spins away to stop himself from gawking or(and) say something awkward, ironically slips on the wet stair and comically falls down them with arms flailing.
He breaks his neck on impact.
Location: Booty Bay
Marvin is eating a Tel'abin banana and carelessly throws the peel over his shoulder. Soon after Calork walks by and slips on it, falling through the wood meant to be the street, sinking down to the bottom as he can't remove his armor in time.
Marvin is eating a Tel'abin banana and carelessly throws the peel over his shoulder. Soon after Calork walks by and slips on it, falling through the wood meant to be the street, sinking down to the bottom as he can't remove his armor in time.
A battle has taken place. One between the Horde and the Alliance. No one knows the details on what Calork's business there is, but what we do know is that he struck down at least one of the Alliance's many nameless, faceless mooks.
And there he lies, the unsung would-be hero. Press F to pay respects.
And there he lies, the unsung would-be hero. Press F to pay respects.
Redshirt fights Uruk. Uruk flips on a banana peel left by a goblin. Uruk impales his head on a stone spike. Uruk's ghost rises from his corpse and beats the crap out of the goblin.
Headbutt competition, but sadly Nasuron somehow forgot he no longer has his horns anymore.
Probably a severe case of disembowelment from the mistaken assumption that she's possessed, talking the way she does. Very tragic, that.
After being presented with a copy of Marinya's works to peruse, Tethenar finds himself struggling to come to grips with her elaborate prose and metaphor. His constant poor attempts and interpretations lead to him receiving a healthy whack from a switch, like a teacher disciplining an unruly student.
He gets it wrong so many times that, essentially, Marinya ends up beating him to death with it.
He gets it wrong so many times that, essentially, Marinya ends up beating him to death with it.
Presumably, the awful guilt from the deed brought on by her overenthusiastic ministrations has her reflecting all too much on what brought it about. Ceasing to expresss herself in fear of hurting another has her retreating inward. She eats little and sleeps even less, haunted by consequences beyond her intent.
One day, she doesn't wake. In a sense, Tethenar in his ignorance lead her on a self destructive path starting with frustrated application of a switch and ending with her own demise. One tragedy begets another, all in want of understanding.
One day, she doesn't wake. In a sense, Tethenar in his ignorance lead her on a self destructive path starting with frustrated application of a switch and ending with her own demise. One tragedy begets another, all in want of understanding.
Probably due to him underestimating her Fel magic, charging in enthusiastically and then being slowly but surely drained of life while stubbornly refusing to retreat. It might have been glorious if it wasn't also a pointlessly dumb death.
On the field of battle, Roessler and the Redshirt stand side by side, and with blade and shield strike down their foes (current events considered, probably demons).
There is a moment when Roessler, in the heat of the moment, bumps into the Redshirt and as such the Redshirt has no room to maneuver and he is struck down by a demon. Even if it was purely by accident, Roessler contributed to the death of this Redshirt.
But that is alright, for he is expendable.
There is a moment when Roessler, in the heat of the moment, bumps into the Redshirt and as such the Redshirt has no room to maneuver and he is struck down by a demon. Even if it was purely by accident, Roessler contributed to the death of this Redshirt.
But that is alright, for he is expendable.
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You'd think it would've been smiting, but no. What the Blood Knight subjected his former countrywoman to was far worse: He preached at her. And preached. And preached. It went on for hours, as she was shackled to a chair, until she managed to work her hand free just long enough to take her own life. Sweet relief!
Irhiath would jump in the way of a throwing knife (or what have you) meant for Sylvanas.
Or get killed for calling her 'lass'. Probably the latter.
Or get killed for calling her 'lass'. Probably the latter.
A heated argument on loyalty leads to Thuldrell "Accidentally" insulting Sylvanas.
Thuldrell failed to realise Death Knights are just upgraded warriors
Thuldrell failed to realise Death Knights are just upgraded warriors
Chopped in half. Poor Keasbey.
Exorcised with extreme prejudice before he has a chance to protest and declare that this is completely unnecessary.