Army wanted! Help to destroy evil!

[Larry_OHF]

But Spree knows I am the one that has all the pop-tarts!


Can't you just taste'em???



[ 04-15-2002, 11:53 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Sir Exxon]

Bah, so what? If she joins with me, I'll let her [img]graemlins/spam2.gif[/img] !
Like this:

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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Killing Spree]

"I... I..." The half-elf looks hopelessly at the array of pop-tarts and spam. She stammers, her eyes darting helplessly from one side to the other. The paladin laughing maniacally, that was puzzling... Though so was Larry, inferring that he cared for something besides her looks... She'd never been much for the order of paladins, but the reign of evil mages was none the fairer! Her gaze stopped on Exxon, the paladin desperately attempting to save the land she loved. Honest, hardworking, and seemingly trustworthy. But then she bit her lower lip and her gaze drifted to the modding mage. He was powerful, and she knew that he could well take the reigns of this spirited steed of a forum. But he was an old friend, one who had helped her gain her feet in the forum, and she knew that behind those dark glasses were a pair of wonderful green eyes... Green eyes!

~She strode towards Larry, silencing the protests of the paladin with an outstretched hand. With the other hand she tore off Larry's sunglasses, threw them to the ground, and stamped on them defiantly. Satisfied that they were crushed, she glared at the modding mage, crying out in the elvish tongue.~ "Menel amarth!" ~Her eyes were cold, her voice venemous.~ "You are not the man that I once knew, Silverfall." ~She seethed with hatred.~ "The man I knew was respectable. He was moral and meek. He was courageous but affable. He was fiercly protective but gently docile. Larry Silverfall would not abandon his wife in the pursuit of a taken heart!" ~Tears coming to her grey-blue eyes, she stumbled back a step.~ "I... I know what you've done Larry. And I will say it now..." ~She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve, then cried out wrathfully at Larry.~ "There is none of my heart to be taken! It is nothing but a beating shell of grief! I will not succumb to the desires you offer, you wretched wraith of a bumbling ranger! No power or pop-tart will accost me from my course! YOU KILLED DEITER LEAFBLADE! I will KILL you Modding Mage! I will scatter your charred bones to the corners of the Earth! I will rip your lustful heart from your chest and smile as you scream! I will avenge him!" ~The ranger spits in Larry's face.~ "With OR without an army, your days are numbered as I yet breath!"

[ 04-15-2002, 04:53 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

[Larry_OHF]

Larry smiles and wipes the spittle from his eye.

My, what a fiery spirit you are! You just love to be on top, eh? Well...I know that my days are numbered. I am expecting it. I await the release from this world! But I will certainly take as many do-gooders as I can to the abyss with me!"

Larry reaches up towards the heavens just as a horribly dark cloud passed over the RP forum. Lightning struck fiercely all around, burning the land and the trees to blackened ash. When everybody regained their senses and wiped the soot and tears from their eyes, the Modding Mage was not to be found.

[Killing Spree]

~Spree shuddered helplessly as the darkness swirled around her. She looked painfully on as the fool dissapeared. Silently and slowly she drew her scimitar, one of the mystic twins of Tear's Fall. She quietly stepped over to Exxon, bowing her head in respect and holding up the blade.~ "My sword is to your cause."

[thalali]

Azrael and I need more recrutes help us our side does not lose or win.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Spree, you should have a PM from Larry detailing this.

“Do not be so swift to surrender your sword to a hand you so little trust!” His voice arrives within her ears, each syllable borne by its own current of wind.

Another burst of wind sweeps through this place so far from the skies bearing upon it the echo of Exxon’s shouted words to the Modding Mage:

But keep in mind that I will be back, with an army that will force you down on your knees, surrendering to the might Exxon!

Stepping out of the swirling currents of air that arrived in the wake of the Modding One’s departure, he glances once with cold hostility at the paladin, “Good, as you name it, is hardly represented in such bellicose words.” But the paladin is not his concern. He turns his gaze to this young woman called Spree. “I come bearing no offers of pop tarts or spam,” he speaks with a quiet decisiveness, “nor do I expect your trust.” His green eyes flash as he continues, “I fight for no great cause but I have stood, frightened and alone, against the One Who Mods and I stand against him still. There is more for you to choose from than the two ways they have set before you – his power is already threatened even as these self-styled heroes gather their toys and shout their slogans. The Modding Mage is not the only one with the power to open the LOF thread. I also know the way through its closed barriers.”

Looking at her, his voice lowers to a whisper and his words move along the air to her ears alone. “It is likely that I will die and I can offer you nothing but the hardship of struggle and,” he smiles at the thought, “the possibility of triumph. If you would see him fall, then come. I do not ask your sword for my cause, only that your actions demonstrate the truth of your words.”

[Dagorion]

Dagorion, with a dumbfounded look on his face, walks over to Sir Exxon and says "Is this a battle or an episode of Days of our Lives?"

[Killing Spree]

Originally posted by Dagorion: Dagorion, with a dumbfounded look on his face, walks over to Sir Exxon and says "Is this a battle or an episode of Days of our Lives?"

ooc: [img]tongue.gif[/img] The Kentucky Fried Avariel was a bit before your time hun. That's where all the drama began. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] I was the Aerie-Wing addicted waitress and Deiter the dashing bartender... Sigh. This is no soap opera!! That's Mistral, not me!!! [img]tongue.gif[/img] Go back to the very last One Eyed Wolf chapter and read "Spree Goes Soap Opera", now THAT is bad. LOL

Ah, and I got the PM Cyril. He said you liked my dramatic post. Flattered to be sure. Pleased ta meetcha.

IC:
~Her tapered ears quiver as the somehow re-assuring voice swayed on the wind with the willow branches. Any fool with a dictionary could be eloquent, but somehow his words held more merit than the others. Larry's tone was always lewd and dripping with greed. Exxon... He sounded to her so superficial. Like most paladins I've met. They don't know love, they don't know pain... They just are. They boast of law and sing of good, but in the end they only constrict the growing world like a ravenous snake. Like the leucrotta, they overstep their boundaries, even if their strict intent might be viewed as righteous. Slowly, she pulled her beloved scimitar away, replacing it in its scabbard at her hip. Now she turned to face this new and mysterious opportunity. She winced involuntarily, the grey streaks in her eyes glaring like mithril. Why do I see his eyes everywhere I turn? That damnable calen... She shudders, attempting to compose herself. She finds it hard, listening to the mournful howls of a fellow lone wolf. Uneasy, she absent-mindedly traces the blood-red depiction of a scythe on her right wrist. A dull throbbing pain was radiating from the odd and prophetic birthmark. Curious. The thing hasen't so much as glowed since Deiter dissapeared... O' Mielikki, protect me! Finally after a stretch of awkward silence, she looked hesitantly into the sage eyes.~ "Erdraug khil tur." ~Her voice was wary.~ "I will follow you." ~She paused.~ "Whoever you are."

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: The pleasure is mine, Spree
I trust the news of your decision that I just posted in LOF will be a suitable welcome to the thread *LOL*

He smiles at her words and the winds of this place burst into gusting and restless movement around them. “I have no name of my own,” he says simply, “but Cyril has served as well as any.” He turns his eyes skyward in gratitude to the Maker of the tented heavens and savors the arrival of new storm clouds over the distant mountains. Turning again to the young ranger he says, “I have no followers, nor do I seek any. No, you come as equal or not at all. Do not fear his power, his anger at me for bringing you will keep you safe for now.” In truth, he thinks, we have crossed our Rubicon, O Mage, and we shall learn how well your thunderous power understands the storm. Reaching out with a gloved hand, he grasps hers. “One does not control the wind, my friend, one enters it, feels its power, and moves.” With these words he steps forward bringing her with him into the mounting storm winds which bear them swiftly from this place to the forbidding and storm filled mountains of Larry’s domain.

ooc: Cyril and Spree are now gone from this place to continue posting in LOF.