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09/12/2014 12:04 PMPosted by Finnaeus

There is no way that this green boogery thing is a warlock. She *says* she's a fire mage. And we all know, you can't *say* something and it be false.

*is trying like hell not to laugh*

....

*fails miserably*

AH-HA-HA-HA-HA...oh, you...can't say something and it be false...GAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!

*narrows eyes and looks at an owl in his branches*

I think the tiny child thing is mocking us.

I-I'm not a w-warlock!

<_<

>.>

Clearly the lawn ornament is a witch of some kind. Quick! Sick an' owl on it!

*looks at his owl*

YOU HEARD THE FIRE BOOGER! ATTACK!

*watches as the owl hoots, and then tucks her head under her wing*

...Oy. Attack minions are so hard to come by nowadays.

I-I'm not a w-warlock!

<_<

>.>

Clearly the lawn ornament is a witch of some kind. Quick! Sick an' owl on it!

Repeat after me: WARLOCK.

FIRE MAGE

An' what does war have ta do with locks anyway? Is it like... a really secure chest that can survive a battle? Maybe a nifty haircut like what the trolls have?

-Glances up from his paper, giving it a snap and folding with care. He resumes perusing the tight black print with a dispassionate sniff.-

Got 'destruction' written all over her. A blind man could see it. It's written on braille, on the side of every chaos bolt.

Hm. Finner, remember those blind gents Garrosh set to guarding Orgrimmar?

That was hilarious.

Oh, I remember them. Remember when we kept smacking them in the back of the head, and when they turned around to hit us with their swords, they missed? Because they're blind?

Good times, good times.

They didn't miss everyone. No small few just stood right in front of them to take the swing, and their heads flew like footbombs. Ahh, memories...

09/16/2014 12:17 PMPosted by Liore

Got 'destruction' written all over her. A blind man could see it. It's written on braille, on the side of every chaos bolt.

Those are -not- chaos bolts! They are green pyroblasts!

You're a green pyroblast.

Nice headware, Lio.

09/16/2014 08:21 PMPosted by Mormel

09/16/2014 12:17 PMPosted by Liore

Got 'destruction' written all over her. A blind man could see it. It's written on braille, on the side of every chaos bolt.

Those are -not- chaos bolts! They are green pyroblasts!

If you're no warlock, explain the shivarra, the voidlord, and the miniature voidwalker I saw you with the other night.

09/17/2014 02:07 PMPosted by Areinnye

09/16/2014 08:21 PMPosted by Mormel

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Those are -not- chaos bolts! They are green pyroblasts!

If you're no warlock, explain the shivarra, the voidlord, and the miniature voidwalker I saw you with the other night.

Sounds...how does she say it...smexy.

Shading her eyes from the late afternoon sun, Azheira left the Wyvern’s Tail, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden steps. A hint of a smile, faint and enigmatic pulled the corners of her lips up as if she had a secret. She was quite pleased with herself. The meeting had gone well enough and the results should be enjoyable to watch.

Her shadow leaned away from the outside wall of the building, clomping after Azheira, lifeless eyes almost appearing curious as she followed the paladin towards The Drag.

“Not a word, Falchion,” Azheira admonished, her eyes narrowing in what might have passed for severity but for the spark of a grin still hovering there.

The Guttersnipe female, loyal to the Inquisitor, but becoming even more devoted to this petite elf (wink, wink) she had been assigned to watch, nodded. “Of course, Miss. I couldn’t hear a word of what you were saying to those people in there. Not a word will pass my lips.” The ever-present sword at her side banged against her thigh when she stopped abruptly. “Well, they aren’t my lips. Or, they weren’t my lips. But they are now and I promise I won’t tell a soul with them!” With the mouth that was not originally hers, Falchion attempted a grin. It looked more like a sneer, but the sentiment was clearly there.

Azheira couldn’t help but laugh. “We may just get along yet, Falchi-chi.”

09/17/2014 10:31 AMPosted by Liore

You're a green pyroblast.

That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.

09/17/2014 02:07 PMPosted by Areinnye

If you're no warlock, explain the shivarra, the voidlord, and the miniature voidwalker I saw you with the other night.

They were not mine. I just assumed they were with you. Like smexy side kicks.