"So... yer sain ye want me to fight while ye do... what exactly?" the dwarf gives him a confused look but then simply shrugs "Well if it can get rid of these damn panzy elves and their smelly demon then I'll help ye, what do I have to do?"

"Well, I've figured that the Mages probably are on the opposite side of the army," Turgon replied with a tired voice. "Obviously, I can't just run through this army, without a cleared path. You make that path, and I'll follow right behind you."
Turgon smiled, and looked at the Dwarf. It was not nice of him to do this - Dagorion would put himself in an enormeous danger, but he saw no other solution. "Besides," he thought, "He's a strong dwarf. He'll have a greater chance of surviving than I do."

OOC: Sending them both to the certain death. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 02-06-2003, 10:00 AM: Message edited by: Sir Exxon ]

The dwarf looks at him with a maniacal grin "Aye! It sounds like fun!" And with that he hefts his axe and begins strutting towards the gate, giving him a comical appearance due to the large amounts of demon turd on his once-shiny chainmail.

<font color="lightgreen">Be careful what you wish for... </font>

<font color="lightblue">So, guys - are you gonna try this plan, or just stand round like stunned badhairdos ?? [img]tongue.gif[/img] </font>

Well I'm waiting for Exxon to do something...

With an uneasy look on his face, Turgon followed Dagorion over to the gate. Just for safety, he fired up a Fireshield surrounding the dwarf, and a Stoneskin to protect himself.
"Just for the heck of it," he said with a smile. "Go ahead, I'll follow right behind you."

The dwarf, upon seeing the fire appear around him, immediately begins rolling on the ground screaming "Get water! Get water!" After several moments the dwarf stops and stands up, looking quite sheepish. Glaring at Turgon he says "Ye mind warnin me next time ye do that?" before continuing on towards the gate.

<font color="lightblue">The drow charge into your sight, and come to a complete stop before the Gate... you think that this looks like a bigger group than what there was before.
The rearmost drow, apparently the leader, chuckles. "Fools".
She quickly yells an instruction at one of her assisting males "<font color="white">morfeth ol inthuul</font>".

The male quickly obeys her... he raises his arms and shreaks to the sky. The area suddenly becomes very cold. The fireshield around Dagorion turns into a wall of ice preventing him from moving.
Both of you feel the chill penetrate your protections... but the drow don`t seem to notice the temparature at all. The leader smiles and snickers slightly... "Your turn". </font>

[ 03-17-2003, 01:48 AM: Message edited by: LennonCook ]

Dagorion, being unable to move, begins shouting obscenities at the drow in hopes that they may get scared and run away.