Scorpiox
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Jeb Jeb Jeb Jeb Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeb!
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Preordered Bowie's new album, can't wait to get hold of his first new material in ten years!
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I remember seeing the Wikipedia page some time ago, it mentions Flipz by both name and alias. That's a pretty cool thing to have.
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Tournament of Retribution III - Voting Results
Scorpiox replied to Admiral Croissant's topic in Pirate MOCs
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"Go back to sleep, Vonnetate. Folks, if I don't start working on his SP soon, he'll be nigh impenatrable when we come around to start smacking him." Haldor pulled out two scrolls from within his pack. First, he cast sleep on Vonnetate again, and if he is unsuccessful, the nord shall try again. If, however the first spell works its magic, Haldor will cast armour sundering on the sleeping beast.
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It is for this reason that I will never accept anyone claiming that the Raider class is underpowered ever again.
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Tournament of Retribution III - Redcoats voting
Scorpiox replied to Admiral Croissant's topic in Pirate MOCs
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In the same way that all of Haldor's actions in Quest #28 were quietly muttered about to the point that Arthur new more about them than the actual party did.
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"Ah ha ha! You're mowing them right down, Dyric." Haldor moves in to cast amour sundering on the sleeping Vonnetate's hide, and then quickly swings at Pongcanis Archer B when he draws near.
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"True that, perhaps I will forgive you yet, my friend!" Haldor calls jokingly to Dyric.
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"Ah, I see. Nice one Dyric, really helpful. Please could you steer clear of the snorers in future?" Haldor ammends his strategy to something more defensive. Namely, healing himself up and casting sleep on big ugly Vonnetate instead.
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Haldor picks himself up and forces a laugh at Vonnetate's efforts. "Ha, wanna' try that one again, bitch? Everyone, leave this walking carpet asleep, now would be a good time to deal with the others." The nord heals himself with one hand, and casts sleep on Pongcanis Warrior A with the other. To be clear, no-one should attack Vonnetate. Now he is asleep, we can avoid his free hit and work on the others. WBD, make sure you put me in the Battle Order after whomever is attacking Warrior A, so that the sleep effect is not wasted.
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But Vonnetate's free hit would occur before he were put to sleep...
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"True that. Might be a good idea to kick the hell out of him first." Haldor revises his previous action by attacking Vonnetate from the back row while putting him to sleep with his other hand. Forgot that scrolls don't count as targeting, sorry!
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"Let's see how tough this guy is when he can't even lift his head!" The nord pulls out and unfurls two scrolls from his pack. Holding them at arm's length, he reads the incantations. First, the Scroll of Sleep on Vonnetate, and then the Scroll of Armour Sundering on the brute also. However, if his first attempt were to fail, Haldor would try again with the Scroll of Sleep.
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Haldor smirked. "Ah, so you accept death, do you? This will make it a lot easier, at least we won't be going against your wishes as your head rolls around on the floor. And no, I'm afraid there will be no bones for your children left after we are done, I should very much like to furnish them into a chair, or any such object of more worth than your living body. Or maybe I will wear them; so your children can shout 'Hey look! That's the viking that stuck Vonnetate like a pig!' at my passing in the street. I'm ready to kill you now, dog.
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Haldor spat deliberately into Vonnetate's shaggy mane. The nord spoke coldly with a vicious edge, there were few people left in the world that he hated more than the walking carpet himself. His laugh was harsh and cruel. "Hello Vonnetate, it's been too long since we last met. Remember me? You called me weak, you laughed at how I was, but I am different now, and we shall see who is the one laughing soon. Betrayal? As if we were the ones who betrayed, this would be hilarious, if it were anyone but you who was saying it. I do not see how you cannot realise that you were the last thing that Haddon wanted, and that it deserved. Your rebellion was a hateful and violent affair, no-one would thank you for it. But here we are now, you've really gone downhill since we kicked your big behind back in Haddon, and I'm looking forward to doing it again. So, playing lackey to Wren's whims now eh? How pathetic. Your shot at power didn't last, are you hoping that Zoot will allow you a place at his heel once this is over? I ave no mercy for a monster like you. I hope that you like these surroundings, there will be the last that you ever see. Don't expect a proper buriel, well, anywhere other than this gutter."
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"I've heard that they run some kind of archive there, for keeping records of creatures and beasts that walk this earth. Might be interesting to visit at some point." Haldor accepts Arthur's scrolls and his lens whilst he unwraps his cloak from around his neck; and tosses it over to the Sorceror. "Aye, you're welcome to my cloak while I take these papers off your hands for a while." The nord then stows away the scrolls and wraps the peculiar glass object around his head. "Sounds like a good party we've got going here, it'll be a pleasure to serve with you all."
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"More power seems pretty threatening to me, perhaps it would do well to go and investigate this Embassy place? It doesn't matter to me, you with the more tactical minds can work it out. Arthur, I'd also be game to take some of your scrolls for use in the final battle, my Ether supplies are greater than those of you. And if anyone feels like they need it, you are all welcome to help yourselves to my consumables and equipment, I want everyone to be ready for when the time comes." Haldor took a deep breath, everything was coming to a head.
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No-one wants to go to the Embassy.
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Haldor reserves his hide for use as a rather exquisite rug!
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A spire in the Embassy?!
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"It is time, I'm going to find Vonnetate and show him how much I've changed. We'll see who is the weak one now, eh? Tonight, everyone's least favourite walking carpet will find himself bleeding into the cobblestones, the only question is; who will follow me there? Atramor, now would be a good time to prove that Triad did not die in vain." Haldor blinked at Arthur's sudden display. "Glad to see that you're feeling better, but let's keep the romance down to a minimum in such dire circumstances perhaps?" He grinned. "Hell, what do I care, enjoy it while there's still ground left to stand on. Those who know me better will have painfall memories of me in similar times, isn't that right Dyric? At least you won't have to contend with that display." The nord produced a Nostrum and necked it in one, now would be a good time to prepare himself for the coming turmoil and likely apocalypse.
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Haldor spat onto the ground. "See? You're not worthy of her affections, none of you are worthy of anything besides a cold grave and an eternity to think on your sins. I would have your miserable heads, but it's hardly worth the effort. Piss off, you cowardly bastards, my patience grows thin; go to hell, before I take you there myself."
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Yeah, but that's not the point. Double-crossing = executionable offence. Everyman is the one that I want to kill the most, the other have at least a fragment of a valid reason to leave; whereas Johnny is just being an infernal coward. I'm just deciding whether or not it's worth the time.
