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The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

@ViciousmarrowI knew you were cool

@Shorticustrue

Let sleeping dogs lie.

@CulluketSTINKIN' GROBI

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@AewinAnya is just a ray of sunshine :)

Conspiracy-Closed

Don't worry luv, I'll do my absolute best to think of something

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

Totally interested. I loved Warcraft since 2003

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

I'm 'ere. Da bosses orders

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I posted and ended like I did just in case someone wants the Goat to fly away and keep running amok . I don't mind at all.

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Alcander Mires

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Location: Best Exotic Hotel, Courtyard
Interacting with: Himself, Hotel Residents, Mr Clops/Goat/Djali

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“It’s a goat load of trouble!!!” He heard Areum exclaim, and Alcander gave a burst of a chuckle at the joke. He swayed to the side as Marc passed him by, and the entire situation evolved pretty quickly before his eyes. There was a bunch of commotion in Cera's room, not to mention music. Suddenly the goat, followed by Marc and eventually Cera went out of the room and straight into the courtyard.

Alcander walked out and followed them, the light wind causing his hair to fly into his eyes. He reached up and pushed it out of his vision, and suddenly the vision of the bouncing goat was accompanied by an apt theme song. He shook his head, but couldn't hide his grin. He liked India because of how different it was from the states, but this right here was probably a rare situation everywhere. He stood blocking the doorway just in case the goat decided to fly back in, but it seemed pretty content to buck and bleat around outside. Cera seemed to be helping Tas, and Marc was currently dying from laughter along with Areum.

He smiled at his new friends. Suddenly, he had a thought pop into his head, and he remembered something he had upstairs. He decided to give one last, lingering look to the courtyard, before sprinting up the stairs and into his room. He grabbed the apple by his bedside, and stomped downstairs as quickly as he could, leaping down the last 4 or 5 steps of each flight of stairs. The apple was going to be old in a few days anyway. He took a quick bite out of it, not only because he loved apples but because it would bring some fresh smell to the goat's nose. He made it back out into the courtyard, unbuttoned shirt and hair flowing.

"Hey Djali!" he called to the goat. He wasn't sure if anyone would get the reference, but as long as he got the goat's attention... "Heeeey c'mon. Éla edó kai na párei tin apólafsi~" he teased, a sly smile on his face as he approached where the Goat was heading, tossing the apple from hand to hand. The fifth time it fell into his right hand, he presented it before the goat and held it there before he was sure he had the crazy creature's attention. "Théloun to mílo?" he asked. Hey, his mother tongue seemed to be working. The goat's ears perked up and it baa-aa-aahed at him.

Alcander casually tossed the apple behind the goat, and the cute little thing promptly turned, leaped for joy and pounced upon the apple, gumming it greedily. It took two seconds before Alcander was upon it, and it took two more seconds for him to realize that might not have been the best plan. Essentially holding the goat in a full nelson, lifting it unsteadily off the ground, Alcander's mouth poked out of coarse fur that filled his vision and tickled his bare chest. "Hey! Areum! Ananya!" he called, trying not to breathe in fur. "Can't hold him for long! Can someone get a leash or something!?" he yelled. Honestly, the goat was heavy and wriggling in his grasp. In about 10 seconds he'd be flat on the ground, short a goat as well as an apple. He had not really thought this through, and he laughed at how he kinda fucked himself over.

Greek translations

Come get the treat~
Want the apple?

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Before the Norsca and the Hobgoblin could answer the Dwarf's question, he heard a word that was forever etched into the mind of all Dawi. "WAAAAAGH!" Instinctually he looked up just in time to see the majority of the ceiling attachments falling around and near him. One beam managed to fall right atop Sketti Hammerhand, burying him in the wooden rubble and dust billowed forth. Behind him he thought he heard some Lass speak too, but this was too much for the Dwarf and he decided he'd fine the truth of that later.

Among his kind, Sketti was known for his eccentricities and wild side. He loved explosions, gunpowder, battle. You know, the simple things. He often had mad laughter on his lips when exposed to any of these. Sketti was also known for having a prankster's sense of humor and a light view of life. But greenskins!? GROBI!?

No Dwarf, no matter how odd, could bear such filth to live! Tough as the mountain stone, Sketti rose out of the pile of wrecked timber with a disheveled beard and a wild wrath about him. He took out his Axe, grinning wickedly at his supposed foes. If the Norsca got in his way, he'd cut him in half and wade right through him! If only he'd prepared bombs beforehand. Oh well, make do with what ye got.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon

Gabe sat still as a statue. A silent sentinel watching his team and their antics. Hannible's question had his dark eyes gazing about, and he waited for someone to inevitably respond to him. When it seemed like 3 days since their flamboyant leader spoke, Gabe decided to throw his hat into the ring. He spit into the dirt, and sat forward ever so slighty. His voice carried across the fire.
"Few years back, there was a cartel deal gone wrong." he began. "Roy O'tate and his boys fucked up some deal bad, wound up getting most of 'em killed. Roy and his last dozen or so men got bounties on their heads as a result. Sent most of them scattering to the Four winds. Some of 'em got caught and sentenced to hangin'. Roy and his last 4 were fixing to get some revenge, from what I hear. But I wasn't there for them scheming. I was there for their deaths."

He let the words hang in the air, and took a swig from his bottle after a moment. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Turns out there was a small gulley 'round the other side of Oasis that Roy claimed as his own. Not sure how it got there. Been no water around there since my family can recall...anyway, got a tip from an old friend and went scouting out that way. Found one of Roy's men up top taking a piss right at dusk. Killed him quiet. Just used the knife. I checked over the ledge of the hole, and saw what had to be a mistake. But ol' Roy was talking to one of the noble women on the upper houses. Forgot the gal's name, but from their conversation, it looked like they're to be making some form of alliance somehow, sealed with a kiss. From what I remember, she had a ring on her finger, and I bet my father's soul that it wasn't belonging to Roy."

Gabe shook his head. and shrugged. "4 shots from my rifle took out the last 3 of Roy's men, and the last one went clean through Roy's heart right when he's about to fire back at me. That gal though...begged me for her life. Pleaded. Says she was a hostage, which I knew was horseshit. But I couldn't bring myself to kill her, neither. So I took her ring for my own sake, brought the heads of Roy and his boys back to the cartel, got a nice payment for it. Last I heard, that Lady was found dead under mysterious circumstances. Seems her husband didn't take too kindly to her reasoning for being out there. That's how it is I guess."