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Forumposts Order: New Views Posts Latest 5 Forum Posts An Homage to Battl..  By:  Sara  On:  08/30/10 09:48 AM  Views 46 Replies 1 Visual timeline of..  By:  Sara  On:  08/20/10 08:56 AM  Views 65 Replies 0 What's your Catacl..  By:  Sara  On:  08/20/10 08:40 AM  Views 38 Replies 2 Fogey Gentleman  By:  Caeryn  On:  08/11/10 07:09 AM  Views 72 Replies 2 [Caeryn & Audr..  By:  Sara  On:  08/05/10 16:29 PM  Views 53 Replies 1 Topics Home RP Events (12/0) In Character (3/0) Randomy (7/0) Crew News (70/0) Wiley the Admin (9/0)  Welcome to The Zephyr Crew  Sunday, September 05 2010 @ 03:57 PM MDT Select a Forum-------------------The Kodo  »  Friends & Kin  »  Tales of Exploration  »  Applications for Membership  »  Event Symposium-------------------Kara Alliance  »  Kara Alliance-------------------ZC Story Contest  »  November 2006  »  December 2006  »  January 2007   Home »  Tales of Exploration »  [Detnarash|Tendaros|..  Next  [Detnarash|Tendaros|Aneila] And NO Disintegrations Views: 144 Tendaros Registered: 07/13/10 Posts: 4  Tuesday, July 13 2010 @ 08:52 PM MDT (Four part story that may be NSFW at parts due to some gore and language. Will update as I finish the stories!) (Part one!) It was a peaceful Tuesday morning in Ratchet. The first ships were arriving from Booty Bay, and the wicked Barrens sun punished the backs of the Goblin dockworkers, who cursed at each other with each new shipment. Starting his day with a loud, drawn out yawn, the large green troll that was Detnarash Tul’nin headed into the closed Drunken Kodo to look over some papers. He settled down at one of the wooden benches towards the back of the inn, and dropped his stack of work down on it with a light thud as it landed. He prepared for another boring day of crumpling up letters that contained offers of varying denominations of money that wished for the troll to give up his father’s estate near Zul’Aman. After about two hours of monotonous work that seemed to never end, Detnarash was interrupted by a knock on his bench. He looked up slowly, his eyes practically glazed with boredom, and beheld a figure all dressed up in the garb of a Battle Mage. The not-so-flowing red and gold robes mixed with the intimidating cowl and mask was quite a sight to see. Det was naturally dismissive of this sort of display, but after noticing that this mage was in fact a female Blood Elf, he couldn’t help but be infatuated, after being used to seeing so many Elves walking around in nothing more than tiny pants and shirts that couldn’t be used to wrap a small infant in. Detnarash raised an eyebrow at the woman, smirking, “’Ey dere, ladeh. Ya lookin’ mighteh scareh in dem robes, ‘ow can dis Troll be ‘elpin’ ya?”. The woman’s eyes stared through him, and she stated coldly, “I understand that you are a bounty hunter.” “Ya be right, but I-“ She interrupted, “And one of the best, so I hear. Your success and penchant for ruthlessness has caused you to become a household name in my family’s circle. And I am overall impressed by what I see here right now.” Detnarash laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well, dat’s flatterin’ an’ all-“ The mage interrupted again, “I also understand that your services are not cheap. I hear your last successful hit was around the area of five thousand gold, well I-“ This time it was Det who interrupted, “Look ladeh. It be true dat I be a bounteh killah, but I not be lookin’ fo’ no bountehs right now. M’dutehs at present be ta m’unit, so I don’t ‘ave time ta-“ “I will offer you ten-thousand gold for this job, Mister.Tul’nin.” Detnarash’s eyes widen, and his pupils practically turned into two gold pieces themselves. He swiftly cleared the table of his paperwork and prepared to take notes, “Give me da name an’ I’ll give ya blood.”. The woman let out a delicate, yet frightening laugh. She shook off her cowl and mask and grinned at the troll. Her features were sharp, yet beautiful. Everything about her screamed ‘military brat’, and Det, being a man and soldier, was completely under her spell. “That is what I thought. Now, I am sure you have heard of this man before, as he frequents this very establishment every week, and if my sources are correct, he even has a job here now.” Detnarash raised an eyebrow, scribbling down the information, “I can’t t’ink of anehone off da top’a me head, can ya give me mo’ info’mation?” “His is of my kin, and a paladin. If I’m remembering correctly from the last time I saw him, he had mid-length very light blonde hair done up like a soldier. A Blood Elf soldier, mind you. He probably will be wearing lots of heavy plate armor, even in this heat, and he has a sort of strange scar on his left cheek. Like some sort of sick tattoo.”. Tapping his fingers on the bench, Detnarash mumbled to himself, thinking, “I gettin’ a pic’cha ‘ere…light blonde ‘air…Elf paladin…lots’a armah…OH! Ya be talkin’ ‘bout dat Benpardos fellah! Right?” “Close. His name is Tendaros. I want him. If you can find him, capture him, and bring him to this location alive, I will pay what I owe. Ten. Thousand. Gold.”, the elf grinned, handing him a slip of paper. Detnarash almost swooned, but he kept his composure, “A’right. Ya say ‘e work ‘ere…then I’ll do da job t’night. ‘E nevah gonna know what ‘it ‘im.”. “Good. I am glad your reputation precedes you. You will not regret taking this job, Mister.Tul’nin. And I assure you, if you succeed, you can expect a cessation to all the offers inquiring about your house.” The woman replaced her mask and cowl while she indicated that the seal on the slip of paper she gave him, and the seal on the various letters were one and the same. “Oh I be ‘appeh I took dis job alreadeh.” Detnarash grinned, looking over the information he scribbled down. “Good. Now do not fail me. It’s unwise to upset a lady, you know.” The mage let out another frightening laugh, winked, and immediately disappeared in a puff of Arcane magic. Detnarash looked toward the Kodo’s entrance and spoke in a low, menacing tone, “About twelve hours from now, Tendaros…ya be mine. Dis troll always be gettin’ ‘is prey…”   Tendaros Registered: 07/13/10 Posts: 4  Tuesday, July 13 2010 @ 10:05 PM MDT ((part two!)) It was about midnight and Tendaros’ shift guarding the Drunken Kodo had come to an end. The sky was dark, and the moon was bright, but not bright enough to reveal what dangers awaited the paladin. Waving goodbye to the remaining patrons, Tendaros gathered his things, a well-crafted steel scimitar among them, and headed to the cozy little house that he and Dariahn had claimed just west of the inn. Walking slowly while humming some sort of sea shanty, Tendaros occasionally let out a small laugh, remembering events from that night. However, his laughter would be short lived. Approaching the small house, Tendaros sensed that something was not quite right. He ceased his humming, and with a quick unsheathing of his sword, he walked inside. Everything checked out. The bed was still neatly made, neither drawers nor cabinets had been opened, and the small amount of food in the house was untouched. After a quick grunt, Tendaros walked onto the balcony outside the room on the second floor. Surveying the Barrens night sky with a smile, Ten stretched his arms toward the roof with a loud yawn. Bad move. At that moment, Detnarash, who had been laying in wait on Tendaros’ roof, grabbed hold of the Elf’s arms with both large hands and tossed him upward, only to launch him downward with a powerful spinning kick. Hitting the ground with a thud, the dazed paladin lay in the hard dirt for a few seconds before realizing he and his home were under siege. Swiftly springing to his feet and drawing his sword, Tendaros growled at the invading Detnarash, who remained perched on the roof like a gargoyle, smirking at his prey. “COWARD! You have the nerve to attack me in my own home?! Come and face me!” Planting his feet in the ground and clutching his sword tightly with both hands in a defensive stance, Tendaros spat blood into the dirt, and his chest hurt badly. Laughing mightily and raking the roof of the small house with two, very impressive Felsteel Longblades, the troll called down to his opponent, “Dere be a price on ya head, Elf, an’ I be comin’ ta claim da reward!” And with that, Detnarash leapt from the building, and like a falcon, sought to bring his two ‘talons’ down upon the defending Elf. Tendaros rolled to the side, and narrowly averted catching one of the deadly swords across his left shoulder. Bounding forward with all his strength, Tendaros jumped up and slashed diagonally at the troll, who managed to parry each blow before kicking the paladin backwards and onto his side with a massive foot. Twirling his weapons expertly, Detnarash grinned, his horned mask made him look like some sort of demon. “Ya should jus’ give up, Elf. Dey want ya alive, an’ if ya keep dis up ya gonna kill ya self, an’ den I won’t get paid.” Coughing up some more blood, Tendaros staggered to his feet, and with a wobble, held his sword with honor and pride, “I must defend my home and my life. I’ve worked too hard to be bested and brought to judgment by some damned bounty hunter.” Letting out a fierce battle cry, Tendaros charged forward, and after several of his sword strokes being parried, he managed to score three, quick, lethal blows across the troll’s chest, who snarled out in pain as he began to bleed through his armor. Voice filled with fury, Detnarash growled at Tendaros, who was near collapse. The troll’s first initial kick had definitely scrambled something inside of the elf’s body. “Joo fuck wit’ de WRONG troll, mon. Ya should’a jus’ went peacefulleh.” Almost stirring up the strength for another attack, Tendaros fell to one knee, yet still held his sword up high, ready to defend his life. Detnarash shook his head and spat blood himself, he sheathed both his swords and spoke in a very agitated tone, “Ya pissed me off, Elf. I’m done wit’ dis. ‘Ave a good fuckin’ sleep. “. Aiming a small hand-mounted device at Tendaros, the troll pressed a button, and with a quiet ‘ffthb’, a dart coated in Wyvern venom shot into the elf’s neck, causing him to cry out weakly, only to fall to the ground, unconscious from the potent, yet non-lethal venom. Cursing under his breath, Detnarash produced some rope from his nearby bag of supplies and quickly bound Tendaros’ wrists and ankles, tossing his bloody scimitar toward the Kodo in the process. “Fuckin’ elves an’ dey curveh swords…hurt like HELL.” After his prey was secure and properly bound, Detnarash called for his faithful raptor companion, Rugaard, who grabbed Tendaros lightly in his teeth and flung the unconscious Elf onto his back as his master climbed on. “Well done, Rugaard…aftah dis is done we gonna be rich…ten t’ousand gold…we could finalleh stop doin’ dis…” Rugaard growled affectionately and nuzzled his head into Detnarash’s hand. “A’right den…accordin’ to dis papah dat da ladeh elf gave us…we be ‘eaded ta some forest clearin’ in Evahsong Forest. Let’s go get paid, buddeh.”. Tendaros hung limply across the raptor’s back as all three of them headed toward their doom.   Bloodaxe Registered: 08/28/06 Posts: 524  Wednesday, July 14 2010 @ 02:14 AM MDT Well written and entertaining. It will certainly be interesting to see how this all plays out. This Dark Determination I swear, by this red crown, source of all my dark power, so be it, now and forever! - Ommadon   Caeryn Registered: 11/05/06 Posts: 920  Wednesday, July 14 2010 @ 02:39 AM MDT ((So excited to read the rest!)) One who does not spend one’s life in constant preparation for the worst is destined to die a surprised man.   Tendaros Registered: 07/13/10 Posts: 4  Wednesday, July 14 2010 @ 10:05 PM MDT ((Part three!)) Two long hours passed, and thanks to Detnarash’s trollish regeneration, his wounds had completely healed over. Only the dried blood on his armor was a testament as to what Tendaros had done to him. He was nearing the clearing mentioned in the letter, his heart raced. ‘Ten thousand gold’ he thought, ‘I’ll never have to do this ever again’. Giving Rugaard, his raptor, an affectionate pat on the snout, Detnarash smiled at the bright future ahead of him. Precious paladin cargo in-tow, he finally reached his destination. It was pitch-black out now, and the only light was from a small campfire in the clearing. The battle-mage from the morning before stood at the campfire, arms folded across her chest, cowl and mask down and at rest. She smiled as Det approached, and then grinned as she noticed the still unconscious paladin on Rugaard’s back. “Mister.Tul’nin, I must say I am very impressed at your speed and level of skill. You’ve brought me everything I asked for, and more.” Detnarash nodded at the woman and unstrapped Tendaros, laying him down by the fire. At that point, about a dozen Blood Elf men, rangers by the looks of them, stepped out of the surrounding forest and into the clearing, bows at the ready. Aneila smiled at each of them and motioned for them to be at ease. The hairs on the back of Detnarash’s neck began to stand on end. “So…about dat moneh den, miss…Aneila…Ren’…somet’ing?” Det swallowed hard and placed a hand on Rugaard in an attempt the comfort the now anxious raptor. Aneila knelt down and kissed her half-brother on the cheek, “Oh Mister.Tul’nin…there is no money…”. Detnarash let out a growl and reached for his swords, but he did not draw them just yet, “…da Hell ya getting’ at, lady…”. Aneila let out a small laugh and motioned for the rangers to move in on the troll. Before he had a chance to absorb the situation, two of the men had already had his arms restrained. “Mister.Tul’nin, have you ever heard of the expression ‘killing two birds with one stone’?”. Growling and struggling against his captors who were stronger than they looked, Det snarled and cursed. “What da FUCK is dis?! Who da fuck are ya an’ what do ya want?!”. Running the back of her hand up and down the troll’s large ornate tusks, Aneila spoke in a cold and calculating tone. “Many years ago, my father led a campaign against the Amani barbarians. Overall, it was a success. Granted, he didn’t get past the gates, but his army killed over 500 women and children, and we Ren’Dasle’s call that a major victory. However, there was one troll that gave my father’s army a rather large amount of trouble…a witch doctor by the name of Zazul Tul’nin. Your father.”. Detnarash practically spat in the woman’s face, “Da –fuck- dis gotta do wit’ me?”. Aneila smirked and continued rubbing the troll’s tusks with her hand, “Well…your father owned a very large chunk of land, you would know, you live on it. Father was never able to defeat Zazul in battle, but when he learned of the old troll’s death by the hands of those thugs that sought to pillage Zul’Aman, he was overjoyed. He was going to have his summer vacation house.” Detnarash was in complete and utter shock. “That’s where you came in. You had recently been married, and as a gift to you and your bride-to-be, fate allowed you to stumble on Zazul’s will, and the estate was yours. And of course, since you were an active member of the Horde’s military, we couldn’t do anything about it. So we sent you offer after offer after offer, when finally daddy had enough. We needed an excuse to get you out here, and since brother here recently decided to try and kill father, we figured ‘hell, why not get them both out here?’.” “Ya be evil…pure an’ fuckin’ simple…” was Detnarash’s only response. “Not evil. Just better than you, troll.” Waving her hand at the rangers behind her, the men moved to pick up Tendaros . “Take brother to the mansion. And you three, take the troll out into the forest and kill him, strip him of any possessions that mark him as part of the Horde and leave his body in the woods.” Defeated and hanging his head in absolute shame, Detnarash submitted as the rangers bound him in heavy chains. “Please…if ya gonna do me in like dis…please…let m’Rugaard go…I beg ya…”. At this, the rangers adjacent to Det looked to Aneila. With Tendaros safely on his way to the mansion, Aneila began to summon a portal so she may arrive before her unconscious brother. Before stepping into the aether and disappearing, Aneila glanced at the remaining rangers and considered Detnarash’s request. “Kill the raptor.” Poof. Detnarash’s eyes widened and he struggled against his bounds, roaring out in pain as the rangers stabbed at his only friend for the first 20 years of his life. Rugaard cried out for his master in agony as he fell to the ground, whimpering and twitching as the rangers drove their short-swords into him again and again. “I FUCKIN’ GET’CHU FO’ DIS. D’YOU ‘EAR ME?! I FUCKIN’ GET’CHU!”. That would be the last anyone would see of those three rangers.   Tendaros Registered: 07/13/10 Posts: 4  Wednesday, July 14 2010 @ 10:05 PM MDT ((End)) Everything was black. All senses were completely shut off. No sight, no sound, no idea where he was. Then suddenly, a gasp, he could hear voices, lots of them, all speaking in Thalassian. The smell of roast hawkstrider and boar filled his nostrils, and his body, wearing through the Wyvern’s venom, began to quake with hunger. But something was wrong. He could feel his limbs and hands, but they were bound. He was vertical, he knew that, but he was tied to something. A tree? No, too thin to be a tree. It felt more like a wooden stake. His eyes were heavy, and he could almost open them, all he needed was a little- SPLASH! Tendaros jolted and gasped for air, drenched from the contents of a large wine jug. His eyes finally opened yet his vision was blurred. He could, however, make out that he was in some sort of large banquet hall. The décor of the magnificent hall was red and gold, the color scheme of Sin’dorei architecture, and the arcane-powered lamps of which the hardworking Magister who stood on the balcony above the hall fought to keep lit, added to the rather impressive sight. Tendaros wondered for a moment why these lamps were necessary, until he looked up. The translucent scarlet stained glass roof above them did allow light inside of the hall, however, due to the fact that the mansion was surrounded on all sides by immensely tall trees thick with leaves, without the lamps, the afternoon rays of sunshine would not be enough to light the hall, leaving it pitch black. Tendaros’ half-sister, Aneila, still in her battle-mage attire, grinned at her drowsy brother and set the large ceramic wine jug down beside her. She playfully slapped at his face a few times, and she spoke in a disturbingly pleasant sing-song voice, “Good morning, brother! Or should I say good afternoon? You’ve been out for so long, we were afraid that you had died on us!” Aneila ruffled Tendaros’ now messy golden hair and gestured to the almost three dozen Blood Elf men and women at the banquet table, all wearing tabards bearing the Ren’Dasle crest on them. At the head of the table was a stern looking Elf and his wife. Tendaros figured they were Peraldos and Linnere Ren’Dasle the heads of the family, and his ‘parents’. Shaking his head rapidly and getting wine all over the new carpet, much to the entire family’s distress, Tendaros was wide awake now. He cleared his throat and weakly spouted out various questions, “…why am I here…? Where am I…? Why have I been brought here…?” His less than elegant speech disgusted the family, and one of the women began to throw up. Or was that a man? He couldn’t tell. Damn nobles. At this, Peraldos wiped his mouth delicately and stood, the rest of the table following suit. He marched with meaning toward the bound Tendaros and scanned him. “Hello, Tendaros. “ Ten spat a wine-covered loogie in Peraldos’ face, along with a rather rough, yet sincere ‘Fuck you’. Wiping the spit away with his napkin, Peraldos let out a small laugh and turned to his audience, “The bastard boy is quite amusing for a peasant, isn’t he?” The family broke out in a series of canned laughs, but was quickly silenced by a wave of the Lord’s hand. “You are in the Ren’Dasle mansion, boy. The secret we’ve kept from you since you were but a child. We couldn’t have your impure blood enter this sanctum, no we couldn’t.” Linnere began to cry softly to herself, watching on in shame. She would leave the room a few minutes later. Peraldos continued, pacing back in forth in front of Tendaros, “Several months ago, you invaded my home inside of the city and threatened to end my life. And you would have, to, if it hadn’t been for my wonderful daughter, Aneila.” Aneila blushed and grinned a very malevolent grin. “Now, you see, normally I would accept this sort of challenge with open arms. I am no stranger to duels in which honor is at stake, in fact, I welcome them. I accept all challengers. However, since you are a bastard child and don’t even have a proper surname or any family history, besides your mother’s false love for you, I don’t see it fit to offer you the nobleman’s way out. You shall suffer for our entertainment like a true plebeian.” The entire Ren’Dasle family applauded. Tendaros growled and struggled against his bonds, “You are one sick fuck…”. Peraldos let out a loud ‘HAH’ and ruffled Tendaros’ hair as Aneila had done before, “I think your actions are testament that it runs in the family.” Ten cringed at that. “Now then. You, over there, go down into the basement and fetch me the jar of Kodo feces as well as the box of Kalimdorian Stinging Dung Beetles.” The paladin relaxed against his bonds and hung his head, his hair obscuring his face, “The Light takes care of its own…I’m getting mine, and you will get yours. Everything comes back to us in the end…”. And then suddenly, as if on cue, there was a loud crash above the hall on the Magister’s balcony, accompanied by a deafening, horrifying bestial roar. Not a moment later, a sickening ‘rip’ resonated throughout the hall, and every single arcane-powered lamp was extinguished. The hall was pitch black. Peraldos let out an agitated sigh as he yelled up to the balcony, “Magister Honathas, if my wife is up there trying to seduce you again, please tell her to come back down, and please do give us some light.” As if in response, something was thrown from the balcony and onto the ground near Peraldos’ feet. “Kael’s wisdom…Aneila, do us all a favor and pick up Honathas’ slack and light the chandelier for us.” Aneila bowed, though no one could see her do so, “Yes father, whatever you ask.” Aneila’s palms glowed with Arcane energy as she focused on lighting the large ornate chandelier high above the hall. As the light fixture began to spring to life, Peraldos looked to see what had been thrown from the balcony. His face turned ghostly pale as he gazed upon Magister Honathas’ severed head; the expression on both of their faces was frighteningly similar. Before he even had a chance to sound any particular alarm, the entire hall broke out into chaos. Men and women alike cried out in terror, “Troll! Troll!”. At the front of the room, naked from the waist up and thickly coated in fresh Elf blood was Detnarash Tul’nin, who growled from deep within his chest, holding the decapitated Honathas’ body in one hand, and the limp body of Linnere in the other. Aneila fell onto her rear in sheer horror, the troll was unarmed and yet he was so covered in blood. She gagged at the thought of what happened to the three rangers she tasked with killing him. This had horrible implications. Tendaros looked up at the troll and the surrounding carnage and grinned, yelling aloud, “I told you, father. Everything comes back to you.”. Peraldos, still with a look of shock on his face, began ordering the family guards to subdue the attacking Detnarash. Some had spears, others swords and shields, others used magic, and others used bows and arrows. All met horrifying and gory demises. The remaining nobles began to pour out of the mansion and into the surrounding forest, they didn’t care if they were picked off by highwaymen or rabid lynxes, they just didn’t want their guts to be used as the troll’s jump rope. Lumbering toward the remaining three Elves in the room, Aneila, Peraldos, and the now cackling-to-himself Tendaros, Detnarash loomed over the mage, who cowered in fear. “Please…I beg of you…spare us…we…we…can pay you…please…don’t do this…”. Aneila began to break down into sobs as she tried to muster the energy to hit the troll with some kind of magic. Anything. Her fear disallowed this, unable to concentrate on focusing her power into a spell, Aneila was defenseless. Grinning, with tears streaming down his own face, Detnarash picked the woman up by her throat and raised her up so that they were staring into each other’s eyes, “…I said I fuckin’ get’chu…an’ I meant it. Dis transaction be complete.” And with that, the mighty troll stuffed the Elf’s head into his mouth and bit down hard, her body wriggled like an insect being devoured, and with a sickening crunch, the mage’s body twitched hard, then fell from the troll’s jaws. Peraldos looked from Detnarash to Tendaros, who still was laughing. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but gasped instead, his entire body seized up and he fell to the ground with a thud, his heart had stopped. Without waiting for Tendaros to ask, Detnarash slipped behind him and began to untie his bonds, working quickly and expertly, he sobbed into his work, “I be so sorreh, mon…I jus’ needed da moneh…ya gotta undahstand I was jus’ doin’ m’job…” Moving around to the front, Detnarash ripped Tendaros from the stake and slung him over his shoulder, sprinting like a cheetah out of the deserted mansion and into the forest, where he collapsed, panting. Tendaros groaned and finally came to. He stood up and looked down at the giant blood-covered troll beneath him. He blinked a few times, still dazed and confused, and looked back at the mansion. “My entire family dead and I’m not even the one responsible...I bet some of those people were innocent, too…eh, oh well.”. Tendaros moved to the troll and rolled him onto his stomach. His entire back was covered in various sword and spear wounds, and a few broken arrows jutted out from his shoulder blades. Rolling his shoulders and rubbing at his temples, Tendaros placed a hand over the dying troll. “This is going to hurt, but it’s going to make you better, okay?”. Detnarash let out a small whimper, “I aint wort’ savin’, mon…jus’ leave me…I lost m’honah an’ m’best friend…aint no point in goin’ on…”. Grabbing the massive troll by the shoulders, he flipped him back over and barked into the apparently sobbing giant’s face, “You listen to me and you listen GOOD. Honor is nothing, do you hear me? NOTHING. The only thing that matters in this world is doing what we think is right and following through with it. The world may be paved with good intentions that have gone bad, but that doesn’t make one lick of difference. You could have left me to die, you obviously escaped whatever captors were assigned to you, and yet you came back.”. Detnarash shook his head and avoided looking into the paladin’s eyes, “I killed all dem innocent people…I killed dem fo’ revenge…I so sorreh…jus’ let me die jus’ let me die!”. Sighing and rolling the troll back over onto his stomach, Tendaros let out a laugh, “Why the fuck do you think I’m saving you then? In a sort of sick way, I can relate to you. I know you got me into this mess and couldn’t give a shit about what they were going to do to me, but…well, you were doing your job. And I guess I should probably be really pissed off right now because you kidnapped me and stuff, but I’m either feeling sympathetic, or the stuff you poisoned me with is eating my brain, so I’m going to heal you.” Rolling back over and grabbing Tendaros in his arms like a gorilla holding a kitten, Detnarash sobbed into the elf’s golden hair, “T’ANK YOU. I NEVAH FO’GET DIS, MON. YA BE A GOOD ELF, I NEVAH KIDNAP OR KILL NOBODEH EVAH AGAIN I SWEAH.”. Slightly agitated and very uncomfortable, Tendaros placed a hand on the troll’s back and shocked him with a large amount of Holy energy, enough to kill an average man.“OW! Why ya hurt me, mon?! I t’ought we was friends an’- …oh…’ey! I be feelin’ bettah!” Detnarash jumped to his feet and stretched, impressed with the display of Holy magic. “Yeah…don’t mention it…oh, and before I forget, I’m fairly sure that people are going to be looking for you, and they probably want you dead. I’m safe and a-okay, so I really couldn’t give a shit, but I’ll do my best to tell everyone what happened here to try and clear your name, but I still do suggest laying low for a while.”. Tendaros nodded, ears flopping. “...can I say something?”. “Eh?” “You know back there, when Aneila was all asking you to spare her life?” Det frowned, “…yeah…?” “And you were like, “No, bitch, I eat you.’?”. Det frowned some more, “…I do…why?” “Well, at first I was like ‘Holy shit!’, but that was pretty funny.” Tendaros began to snicker. “Eh heh…yeah…I guess…ya pretteh sick, Elf, I like dat.” “Heh…I guess it does run in the family after all…”. “Yup…”. After about a minute of silence, Tendaros and Detnarash looked at each other, and spoke in unison by complete coincidence. “’Ey ya wanna go burn da mansion down?” “Hey you wanna go burn the mansion down?”. After that, the two gasped at each other, then laughed as they locked arms and skipped over to the deserted mansion. A long, lasting, and horribly messed up relationship was formed that day.   Caeryn Registered: 11/05/06 Posts: 920  Thursday, July 15 2010 @ 11:54 PM MDT ((Highly entertaining!)) One who does not spend one’s life in constant preparation for the worst is destined to die a surprised man.   Topic Legend: Normal Topic Locked Topic Sticky Topic New Post Sticky Topic W/ New Post Locked Topic W/ New Post Subscribe to this topic You may not post messages Full HTML is allowed Words are censored  Copyright © 2010 The Zephyr Crew  All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective owners. Powered By Geeklog  Created this page in 0.35 seconds