*With a rather long rope in her hands next to a massive azerite shard*
Lets see if long term expousure to azerite can make elves from trolls.
Laurenn's eyes focus on the Azerite shard next to Nelvet. She eyes the shard curiously, seemingly she's never seen Azerite before.
"Uhh, excuse me miss? What's this crystal thingy on your side? It looks interesting! Where did you get it from? What does it do?"
"Uhh, excuse me miss? What's this crystal thingy on your side? It looks interesting! Where did you get it from? What does it do?"
Give Láurenn a gentle nudge towards the shard to see if something interesting happens when the voidy elf gets near the pretty yellow-blue crystal.
Then, should Láurenn look around to see who pushed her, smile innocently and hand her a homemade cupcake.
Then, should Láurenn look around to see who pushed her, smile innocently and hand her a homemade cupcake.
Sainur would narrow his eyes and begin shouting rather loudly; "GIMME A HUG!"
He would then approach the Draenei and mumble something along the lines of that she probably has to kneel down as Sainur is rather short.
He would then approach the Draenei and mumble something along the lines of that she probably has to kneel down as Sainur is rather short.
Cut him up and ready the stewpot, then give a cooking lesson to all the little Trolls in attendance. Dwarf can be so tough and stringy, you really have to turn up the heat to get that meat nice and tender.
Point out that even though he doesn't cook anything more sophisticated than an occasional rare steak, even he knows that it's generally wiser to marinate such cuts before cooking - but alas, the troll lacks patience to be a proper cook. Blatantly ignoring the "cannibalism" aspect of this affair, all the while absent-mindedly drawing a claw against his own skin, the small trickle of Fel blood demonstrating the obvious inedibility of his own flesh.
Draws a claw against his own skin as well, but no blood comes trough. He shrugs at the elf and leaves.
"Well, that ain't creepy at all... if you don't mind I'm just gonna pass by, ancestors know that there are already enough crazies around this place."
Erah would then gently lay his hands on his elementium axes, in case the death knight might feel the need to lunge out.
Erah would then gently lay his hands on his elementium axes, in case the death knight might feel the need to lunge out.
"Are yah' sure yah' not just one of them? I have year yah' sayin' some real crazy stuff!" Nexinee says while laughing a bit. "I'm just messin' wit yah sugah'...or am I? The goblin ends up laughing once again.
Snap one of my fingers or better touch it with my tongue and it would die flat instant like the insect it is, no need any weapon or anything for those.
Before the cretin can touch Nexinee, a snarling Goblinoid squeal can be heard as Goldy comes flying through the air, grabbing the human, dragging her to the floor in a tumbling manner which causes them both to roll for a few moments before Goldy ends up on top of her, kneeling on the pinkskin's shoulders to keep her pinned to the floor with no chance of lifting her arms to defend herself, before the Goblin begins to pummel her. "Y'FEEL THAT STING, BIG GIRL, HUH? THAT'S PRIDE FUNTIN' WITH YA, SEE. Y'GOTTA FIGHT THROUGH THAT SHIZ!"
After a few more merciless thumps to the face, Goldy springs up off the human, leaving her a bloody mess on the floor as she dusts herself off casually. "I'mma let ya live, but only cuz if I kill ya, that Wankthanos Shítecaller fella's prolly gonna raise ya, since it's like, his fav thing ever ta do these days, an' then I'd have ta see a whole lot more of ya."
Goldy then saunters over towards the unscathed Nex before holding her bloodied gauntlet out for a fistbump. "Whad up, sistah? You goin' blondie full time now, huh?"
After a few more merciless thumps to the face, Goldy springs up off the human, leaving her a bloody mess on the floor as she dusts herself off casually. "I'mma let ya live, but only cuz if I kill ya, that Wankthanos Shítecaller fella's prolly gonna raise ya, since it's like, his fav thing ever ta do these days, an' then I'd have ta see a whole lot more of ya."
Goldy then saunters over towards the unscathed Nex before holding her bloodied gauntlet out for a fistbump. "Whad up, sistah? You goin' blondie full time now, huh?"
Congratulate her on a job well done, obviously.
As the bloodied human lays on the ground. Erah would applaud the goblin for her brutality.
"Glad someone silenced that human, some people like that should just forfeit their lives would make the world far less tiresome. as for you Nexinee I'm not crazy, at least I hope not."
As he turns to leave he bumps into the human.
"I hope you're not here to kill me seeing your tabard. Garrosh knows the amount of people trying to kill me. though I do get a good fight out of it. always good to train the muscles, especially the abs. anyway, the day is fast spent and I am too tired to deal with a human or anyone else for that matter, so step aside."
"Glad someone silenced that human, some people like that should just forfeit their lives would make the world far less tiresome. as for you Nexinee I'm not crazy, at least I hope not."
As he turns to leave he bumps into the human.
"I hope you're not here to kill me seeing your tabard. Garrosh knows the amount of people trying to kill me. though I do get a good fight out of it. always good to train the muscles, especially the abs. anyway, the day is fast spent and I am too tired to deal with a human or anyone else for that matter, so step aside."
Roifa listens closely- he's obviously witnessed the outcome but clearly it hasn't satisfied something he alone knows to be true.
He eventually addresses the orc.
"I hate to break it to you, but this 'Justicrap' will be back. She always is, isn't she? It's like unloading a chaos bolt point blank at a fly, only to find it risess again about a minute later, ready to buzz around in the next persons ear.."
The warlord taps his cigar free of ashes.
"But it's fine. I'm going to hunt her down on her home turf and spend all day and night killing her, until she gets the message."
The warlord seems vaguely amused.
He eventually addresses the orc.
"I hate to break it to you, but this 'Justicrap' will be back. She always is, isn't she? It's like unloading a chaos bolt point blank at a fly, only to find it risess again about a minute later, ready to buzz around in the next persons ear.."
The warlord taps his cigar free of ashes.
"But it's fine. I'm going to hunt her down on her home turf and spend all day and night killing her, until she gets the message."
The warlord seems vaguely amused.
Point out to Roifa that, as satisfying as it might be to kill someone repeatedly, unless he gets his hands on a Death Knight or Necromancer, she'll only die the once. This is, of course, assuming that the Warlord hasn't gone ahead and picked up said skills for himself, to which Tethenar would very harshly express his displeasure.
"Now, at least there's one thing we agree at. Necromancy is an art we shouldn't really pursue. I mean, I don't want to insult any necromancers or Death Knights there, but in my opinion the dead should remain... dead? Let those who have passed out just have their rest, I don't see the reason to raise them from the grave and maintain using necromantic magic. The body risen this way won't work like someone alive, and I highly doubt that a dying person's greatest desire is to become a death knight's mindless ghoul companion in their afterlife."
"It's just like a paladin to never pick up a meaningful book, - he drawls dismissively, not forgetting those individuals who did, and even taught him something valuable, but choosing to ignore that experience for the moment, because talking down to a zealot was a temptation Darkian could never resist. - Otherwise you'd know what kind of creature returns again and again, no matter how many times it's slain..."
He tries hard to uphold a solemn face, but his mood has been steadily improving since Legion has ceased being an organized threat, so no one's been buzzing around his ear with any of those "duty" talks. No one of real importance, anyway.
He tries to look stern, but an involuntary grin defeats his best efforts before he finishes his quip:
"I'm not saying flies are reborn in the Twisting Nether, but I wouldn't exclude that possibility!"
[Oops... it's just like my luck to miss a sudden reply, even though I check before posting. I don't have much to say on the matter of necromancy anyway.]
He tries hard to uphold a solemn face, but his mood has been steadily improving since Legion has ceased being an organized threat, so no one's been buzzing around his ear with any of those "duty" talks. No one of real importance, anyway.
He tries to look stern, but an involuntary grin defeats his best efforts before he finishes his quip:
"I'm not saying flies are reborn in the Twisting Nether, but I wouldn't exclude that possibility!"
[Oops... it's just like my luck to miss a sudden reply, even though I check before posting. I don't have much to say on the matter of necromancy anyway.]
"Being raised against your will is never okay Miss, no matter who you serve or what state your mind or body ends up in. Ghoul, Death Knight, Forsaken. It is all necromancy and neither is better than the other when it's not your choice. Those who commit such a crime against another person and their will is not worthy of yours or anyone's apologies."
Ilaria remarks in a friendly tone to the void elf while she does an inventory of her medical equipment and the other supplies in her bags. Mumbling briefly to herself when she taps with a skeletal finger against a dark bottle and finds it almost empty.
This goes on for a few more minutes along with some cheerful humming. Re-rolling bandages, throwing out some lint and checking the hinges on an almost nightmarish looking stapler. Until she hears the demon hunter and she lifts her head, blinking in confusion, then turns her head to look at him.
"...It's just like a paladin to never pick up a meaningful book? What is that supposed to mean? They read books like everyone else."
Ilaria remarks in a friendly tone to the void elf while she does an inventory of her medical equipment and the other supplies in her bags. Mumbling briefly to herself when she taps with a skeletal finger against a dark bottle and finds it almost empty.
This goes on for a few more minutes along with some cheerful humming. Re-rolling bandages, throwing out some lint and checking the hinges on an almost nightmarish looking stapler. Until she hears the demon hunter and she lifts her head, blinking in confusion, then turns her head to look at him.
"...It's just like a paladin to never pick up a meaningful book? What is that supposed to mean? They read books like everyone else."
Chase her with bandages in an attempt to cover up her joints sticking out!
"Ohhh! Is that a priest?!?"
*Nakitaa's world suddenly grows gigantic around her as she is hit by a Gnomish Shrink Ray from behind, followed by a massive demon huntress walking up to loom over her*
"That's just perfect! I have always wanted my very own pocket healer!"
*Zirahael picks the tiny Nakitaa up and pockets her away somewhere*
"Heh, only a fool would try to approach my bad side now!"
*Nakitaa's world suddenly grows gigantic around her as she is hit by a Gnomish Shrink Ray from behind, followed by a massive demon huntress walking up to loom over her*
"That's just perfect! I have always wanted my very own pocket healer!"
*Zirahael picks the tiny Nakitaa up and pockets her away somewhere*
"Heh, only a fool would try to approach my bad side now!"