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Uicle
The Necromancy teacher raised an eyebrow. Or at least he felt like he did. She hadn't been a known magic user before hand? Then why had she been on the tour? Or in the school for that matter? With a mental shrug, he decided not to pursue the subject any further. It didn't really matter. What did, however, was that now he had to go through the possibly lengthy process of deciding which mageblood Annabeth had. He glanced over to his still intact pencils, wondering if he should even bother. In response, cracks appeared directly in the middle of them all. If he was to pick up one of them now, he'd likely only get half of a broken pencil. Alright then. Uicle thought, returning his thoughts back to the problem in front of him. "Alright, there are tests we could do." He turned to Ssarak. "Unless you need something from me, I'd suggest leaving. This could be a fairly lengthy and tedious process. I can't imagine you want to sit here for that long." The door to his office opened, showing the Esyire the way out. At the same time, the back legs of Uicle's desk broke, and it toppled backwards onto his legs with a loud crash, the hollow sound of his legs ringing in amongst it. Surprisingly, his chair remained stable. "Well isn't that cons-" He began sarcastically, only to have all four of the chair legs give way as well. He hit the floor with a bang. Gregor looked away from his mission to get Ssarak to scratch his metal ears and snorted in possible amusement. "That's what I expected." The desk tilted backwards, precariously balancing on it's front legs, while the back ones flew into their original position. Uicle himself stood up, ignoring the sizeable dents in his legs. "Leaving now might be a good idea. It's only going to get worse." He commented to Ssarak.
The Necromancy teacher raised an eyebrow. Or at least he felt like he did. She hadn't been a known magic user before hand? Then why had she been on the tour? Or in the school for that matter? With a mental shrug, he decided not to pursue the subject any further. It didn't really matter. What did, however, was that now he had to go through the possibly lengthy process of deciding which mageblood Annabeth had. He glanced over to his still intact pencils, wondering if he should even bother. In response, cracks appeared directly in the middle of them all. If he was to pick up one of them now, he'd likely only get half of a broken pencil. Alright then. Uicle thought, returning his thoughts back to the problem in front of him. "Alright, there are tests we could do." He turned to Ssarak. "Unless you need something from me, I'd suggest leaving. This could be a fairly lengthy and tedious process. I can't imagine you want to sit here for that long." The door to his office opened, showing the Esyire the way out. At the same time, the back legs of Uicle's desk broke, and it toppled backwards onto his legs with a loud crash, the hollow sound of his legs ringing in amongst it. Surprisingly, his chair remained stable. "Well isn't that cons-" He began sarcastically, only to have all four of the chair legs give way as well. He hit the floor with a bang. Gregor looked away from his mission to get Ssarak to scratch his metal ears and snorted in possible amusement. "That's what I expected." The desk tilted backwards, precariously balancing on it's front legs, while the back ones flew into their original position. Uicle himself stood up, ignoring the sizeable dents in his legs. "Leaving now might be a good idea. It's only going to get worse." He commented to Ssarak.
Soon, soon. I promise. Within 24 hours.
EliteCommander said Hey Lucius/Rtron, you still alive?
In a loose term. RL's been pretty heavy the last couple of days, so I might not be able to post with Uicle and Aramir today. I'll certainly try.
:D
Dipper said Notice!I'll likely start writing a Fan-Fiction of the Elder Scrolls Skyrim based off my main character who (in character) is NOT the Dovakiin, but is a follower of the Dovakiin.Maybe hopefully it will be compatible with this RP. Should be fun to write.
Dipper said
You seem to forget that Zainat got his ass kicked by a fat, crippled Redguard man. ;)
Oh yeah...but didn't the fat Redguard get the drop on him with a club? :p
Dipper said
But don't worry, Zainat isn't wearing it currently.
Zainat is safe anyways. He could probably kill his bandits in his sleep. All of the experienced combatants could.
Cairomaru said
Well I guess Sion is screwed. being one of the only khajiit with heterochromia as well as dreads to his waist....
Oh, relax. He'll be fine until they decide to take more...drastic measures. :p
Dipper said
Well then good thing he is wearing stuff that covers his face, eh? Hehe.
Fair enough.
Freeshooter92 said
COMMUNIST SYMPATHIZER! PREPARE TO BE ERADICATED!
No eradicating the Communist Sympathizer where everyone can see.
Do it out behind the shed.
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