How would your character kill the one above? #11

Lore Role-playing
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Mind-control her so that she is the one jumping off a cliff this time round? :thinking:

435

Would smuggle a mirror in to her bedchamber so she would die from shame seeig herself wearing that godawful looking crown
The authorities would tell, it was a suicide by fashion… :eyes:
Nobody would suspect the little pirate fox :fox_face:

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436

How could I kill such a fashionable little fox?

Well, I’d feel bad about doin it, but if I had to, I’d just sink his battleship. Then I wouldn’t have to watch him die.

437

Torok wanted the helm Ralrush had on him, but the helm was unfortunately stuck on the troll’s head. Seeing no other option, Torok decided to take both Ralrush’s head and his helm.

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438

A small dagger coated with enough poison to bring down a herd of kodos, or alternatively, gun.

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439

I’d rather not, she seems lovely. But if I had to, I guess I’d try to give her a proper bear hug.

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440

I would offer her a choice to embrace the power of undeath. If she would refuse, I’d tell her that we have cookies! That would almost certainly work!

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“Cookies, you say? Let’s all sit together and eat them, shall we?”
Makhael would then make sure that both Xeilin and Gilrom would choke on ‘cookies’ and make it look like an accident, where he’d take all cookies and eat them! Muahahaha!

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442

That be the evilest thing I ever heard! Hat’s off to you, man. You deserve a free drink for that one.

The drink would be a mug of Gnomenbrau, the worst beer on Azeroth. If that don’t kill you, then you gonna wish you were dead the next mornin.

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443

A simple shot between the ey… uhm… okay, right in to the glowing blue thingy in the middle would do the trick!
But that bullet would be poisoned, just to be sure!

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“Hey I wanted to do that!” Mavero grumbled and sulked after seeing that Ryoshun shot the blue thingy in the Troll’s helm!
While grumbling and sulking, Mavero randomly shot at Ralrush’s corpse, where the bullet hit the helmet, ricochetted and hit Ryoshun right between the eyes!
“Oops…” Mavero said with a °-° look and with raised fur. “Well burn my tail…this ain’t good. This ain’t good at all…”

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446

An old orc approaches, hungry and thirsty. He staggers his hand forward towards the vulpera with the aim of draining its vital essence.

Reaching the right distance, the orc channels his spell and empties the vulpera of its life.

Once this is done, the orc seems better off, standing upright again and giving a murderous look to anyone who dares to attack Crahlak the Pariah.

“Let them come.”

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Taking the Orc’s challenge to heart, Shi-Lui summons shadowy tendrils to pull Crahlak towards her, meeting his gaze with an almost overtly friendly smile.

“And here I thought we had dealt with you Legion types. But fear not. I’m sure you’ve heard all about my people’s hospitality and friendliness.”

With a single strike from her plagued blade, Shi-Lui weakens the Orc and infects him with a plague aimed to slowly destroy him from the inside out. The tendrils then grip his limbs, forcing him into a kneeling position on the ground.

“Although death put quite the damper on that, I must admit.”

Rather than finishing the job, the Pandaren would simply walk away, leaving the Orc to rot over the next few hours.

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Behind the pandaren, a forsaken and his dog, barely more alive than him, appear. A disturbing smile appears on the hunter face.
“There’s a nice bounty on your ugly face.”

The hunter then sends his terrifying dog to immobilize the pandaren and topple her, then kneels down right next to her and shoots a rifle into her head, spurting blood, bits of bone and brains all over the place.
“Look at that Dreadfang, I messed it up again. How am I going to get the pretty reward?!”

The undead dog is busy devouring the dead undead death knight. (Unbelievable)

The hunter slices off one hand of the pandaren with a knife.

“That should be enough”

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Ral’rush was waiting directly behind Falkins, ready with an executioner’s sword. Without a word, he decapitates the hunter first and the dead doggo second. “There be a nice bounty on your ugly face, too,” he said while stuffing the heads in a sack. He shoulders his sword, turning around to walk away, unaware that there might be a bounty on his head too.

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From her hiding place she watches the Troll through the scope of her gun
‘Nothing personal…’
She pulls the trigger
‘Just good business…’
After a tiny flash, and the breaking sound of the helmet’s visor the Warrior colapsed quietly. Quick and painless death from a professional
There was indeed a bounty on his head…

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451

Through insistent, cloying kindness. Brought to you by Self Preservation!

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453

In sheer fright and an overactive parotoid gland. Ribbit.

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454

With love.

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455

“Also with love.”

Brandishes a machete with the word ‘love’ etched on the blade.

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