Konan375The Irish Tree said
Tron, didn't you get the memo?I became a Paladin.You can't justice me
I can, actually.
For I am Judge, Jury, and Executioner. I am the thing fighting for order in the Chaos.
I AM THE LAW!
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I can, actually.
For I am Judge, Jury, and Executioner. I am the thing fighting for order in the Chaos.
I AM THE LAW!
The Irish Tree said
You ain't taking him.
I am. Actually.
My friend Paul Bunyan says so. Hand over the deer, or be turned into firewood.
The Irish Tree said
B-But he's my only friend...We served in the WAR together MAN. ONE OF MY ROOTS GOT BLOWN OFF AND HE DRAGGED ME BACK, YOU DON'T JUST LEAVE BEHIND SOMEONE WHO WOULD DO THAT FOR YOU!I AIN'T , TILL THE DEER GOES FREE!
HE WAS JUST EATING YOUR LEAVES!
Hand. Over. THE DEER!!
Asura said
Why is artillery battle over deer when magic?
Shh. We haven't reached that stage of the war yet.
....I stand corrected.
The Irish Tree said
I know what must be done.So, you wanna compare boomsticks then?I'd be willing.Your move Tron. Let the Deer go free, and this doesn't have to get uglier than me.
*Whistles*
I still think mine's bigger. Hand over the deer.
The Irish Tree said
Shhhh, it's safe in here Mr. Deer, nobody can us. I hope.
...You know the dump truck is coming today, in like five minutes, right?
*Picks up boomstick* Come out deery...
The Irish Tree said
FLY DEER, RUN NOW AND NEVER LOOK BACK!NO, DON'T TAKE THE BUS, IT'S HEADING TO DEATH PLACE! PEOPLE DIE THERE!
Did someone request a....
BOOMSTICK!??!?
The Irish Tree said
And there goes my childhood...
Who wants deer meat?
Althalus
Althalus shrugged. "One man's eccentricities are another man's normal behavior." He replied, following the Demon. He kept a prudent distance away from Tyrael though. College teacher he may be, but he was still a Demon. Demon's were dangerous, and able to kill him before he could even put up a paltry fight. The Naga didn't seem pleased by his presence either, so he kept himself aware of where she was. The Demon appeared to be what she went by in terms of hostility, but it was always good not to run into the half-snake by accident. He has seen how those coils could crush a man slowly and painfully to death. On the flip side, they make wonderful coverups for murders. Althalus reflected, People are far to willing to believe that the Naga went insane and killed someone, rather than the stranger, who was mysteriously missing from the excitement, did it. He smiled at himself. "Once an Assassin, always an assassin." He quoted softly too himself. Damn old fool. Could have kept things the way they were...but no. He had to get paranoid.
Althalus's musings were abruptly stopped by the clanging of a gate behind him. Apparently, they were in the College. Just as Tyrael was about to interrogate them(Althalus couldn't really blame him. A strange man in black armor and a mask, armed, arrives suddenly? And then a strange plant person? It was prudent to triple check their stories.) again, another Demon arrived and whispered in his ear. Althalus picked up bits and pieces of the language, but it was largely...gibberish to him. As Tyrael's tone changed rather drastically, Althalus took a step backwards. Angry things tended to do rash things, and he wanted to be well out of claw range should the demon choose to lash out. Some would call it cowardice. Althalus called it caution born from experience. As the Demon stalked off, Althalus relaxed. Mar turned to them, and Althalus gestured to the plant thing next to him. "The Foreas. Her translator appears to be broken." It was fairly obvious why the plant would need a translator, having no mouth or eyes. Taking off his mask, he made a sweeping gesture to the Naga. "Lead on. I suggest we stop by the Rune expert in the College. Who knows. Maybe we'll find a teacher leading a tour on the way." Securing his mask on his hip, he waited, his eyes roving over the courtyard.
Well, he was finally here. It had only taken years and dozens of deaths to force him to move towards the College, rather than staying an assassin with a knack for hiding in the shadows successfully. Somehow...he suspects that would have been the easier course.
Althalus shrugged. "One man's eccentricities are another man's normal behavior." He replied, following the Demon. He kept a prudent distance away from Tyrael though. College teacher he may be, but he was still a Demon. Demon's were dangerous, and able to kill him before he could even put up a paltry fight. The Naga didn't seem pleased by his presence either, so he kept himself aware of where she was. The Demon appeared to be what she went by in terms of hostility, but it was always good not to run into the half-snake by accident. He has seen how those coils could crush a man slowly and painfully to death. On the flip side, they make wonderful coverups for murders. Althalus reflected, People are far to willing to believe that the Naga went insane and killed someone, rather than the stranger, who was mysteriously missing from the excitement, did it. He smiled at himself. "Once an Assassin, always an assassin." He quoted softly too himself. Damn old fool. Could have kept things the way they were...but no. He had to get paranoid.
Althalus's musings were abruptly stopped by the clanging of a gate behind him. Apparently, they were in the College. Just as Tyrael was about to interrogate them(Althalus couldn't really blame him. A strange man in black armor and a mask, armed, arrives suddenly? And then a strange plant person? It was prudent to triple check their stories.) again, another Demon arrived and whispered in his ear. Althalus picked up bits and pieces of the language, but it was largely...gibberish to him. As Tyrael's tone changed rather drastically, Althalus took a step backwards. Angry things tended to do rash things, and he wanted to be well out of claw range should the demon choose to lash out. Some would call it cowardice. Althalus called it caution born from experience. As the Demon stalked off, Althalus relaxed. Mar turned to them, and Althalus gestured to the plant thing next to him. "The Foreas. Her translator appears to be broken." It was fairly obvious why the plant would need a translator, having no mouth or eyes. Taking off his mask, he made a sweeping gesture to the Naga. "Lead on. I suggest we stop by the Rune expert in the College. Who knows. Maybe we'll find a teacher leading a tour on the way." Securing his mask on his hip, he waited, his eyes roving over the courtyard.
Well, he was finally here. It had only taken years and dozens of deaths to force him to move towards the College, rather than staying an assassin with a knack for hiding in the shadows successfully. Somehow...he suspects that would have been the easier course.
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