Oh uh... no! I put my edit in the wrong spot. <3 Agrovale for rockin' a ponytail on the Gluth Zombie Squad, not for being my long lost arch demon brother/baby's daddy. Well, I mean, I would <3 him for that, as the achievement dictates, but do not <3 him currently for this since I need to toss that storyline to keep Abric from killing himself with plastic baggies.
Dear Kelven: Please, post that somewhere. Please??
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I wouldn't even know where to put it. I mean, do we have the equivalent of a spike outside the front gates?
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AKA: Araun, the.
AKA: Araun, the.
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Damnit. Did Agrovale get let out while I was asleep again? Last time that happened I bought a dozen stacks of Peacebloom. I hate when that happens.
I prefer the love stories that involves shapechangers, treants, and a liter of dwarf spirits on a moonless night while being hunted by Arthas for braiding his hair before naptime and not after. I mean..come on. Braiding hair before naptime? That is for armatures.
I prefer the love stories that involves shapechangers, treants, and a liter of dwarf spirits on a moonless night while being hunted by Arthas for braiding his hair before naptime and not after. I mean..come on. Braiding hair before naptime? That is for armatures.
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Win.Nymare wrote: Ooooooh yeah?
Nymare, since you're impregnated while you're dead, but then you come back to life, are your babies--yes, they have to be twins or triplets of course--are they alive or undead?
Alts: Lirsha Deathwhistle & Ayidda
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Unless they ate their way out of Nymare fully grown then its all ok. Cause they're undead.Acherontia wrote: NO UNDEAD BABIES.
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MARRY ME.Kelven wrote:The most beautiful lyric moment I have ever read...
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Nymare
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No, that's not ok. Not even if I do have super amazing regenerative powers.Agrovale wrote:Unless they ate their way out of Nymare fully grown then its all ok.
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Qabian
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Not o -- what she said.Agrovale wrote: Unless they ate their way out of Nymare fully grown then its all ok. Cause they're undead.
As for where to post, you could always play the zombie.
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Outside the city of Silvermoon, Princess DarkShadow RhavynBlood Moonsdottir Sparkledust Sunstrider-Windrunner II stormed past the bat-tamer and towards her custom goblin race-car. It was a beautiful thing - long, sleek and red, with shining chrome bumpers and hubcaps, four seats and a convertible roof made of real white Elekk hide. She had built it herself out of adamantite she had hewn personally from the very bones of savaged Draenor.
Muttering to herself about how Lor'themar was stupid and rude and that scar over his eye wasn't the least bit sexy anyway, she jumped into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. The engine purred as it came to life. She flicked a switch on the dash, and the wheels instantly folded under the car and shot flames from rockets cunningly hidden in the hubs. Princess Sparkle stomped on the gas, and the car leapt into the sky on a trail of fire.
"Honestly," she muttered to herself as she zoomed through the clear blue skies over Eversong, "who does he think he is, advancing on me like that? I may be the most beautiful, talented, intelligent woman he ever met, utterly capable in every situation, without physical or mental flaw, as kind as I am gorgeous -" she glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror, running a hand through her glittering hair and pouting "- but that... he... I forgot where I was going."
Lost for a moment in trying to remember what she was outraged about, the Princess didn't notice when a shadow crossed over the sun, blocking it out utterly. She was still puzzling about Lor'themar when the hairs went up on the back of her neck and, recognizing her mystical danger sense trying to warn her, she grabbed the wheel and turned sharply - the car roared around and narrowly dodged a sudden blast of withering fire from above.
Princess Sparkle looked up, and saw above her the enormous silhouette of a black dragon eclipsing the sun, like a hole cut in the sky.
"Deathwing!" Sparkle shouted, shaking her fist at the Black Aspect, "I thought you'd learned your lesson last time!"
"You think I am afraid of you, your majesty?" Deathwing rumbled, hissing her title mockingly, "You may wield great powers, but I helped make this world! You cannot defeat Deathwing Earth-Warder! Now, hand over the Arkensparkle or die!"
Sparkle flipped on the cruise control and stood up in her seat, turning to face Deathwing and levelling the mighty Arkensparkle at him. The star-shaped tip of the wand glimmered - nay, sparkled - even in the darkness cast by Deathwing. "Nobody tells me what to do!"
"So be it, elf-princess!" Deathwing drew back his wings and swooped down at the car, breathing out a blast of pure magma. Sparkle balanced on one foot on the car seat, while the other foot reached back and kicked the steering wheel - the car swerved and dodged the magma and the dragon. Deathwing hurtled past the car, spreading his wings again and circling as he rose back up towards her.
Sparkle got a better look at him now that he wasn't backlit by the sun - Deathwing was dressed in his full armour, a dragon the size of a city block encased in adamant plates held together by magma and dark magic. She grinned. Deathwing had never bothered fighting her in his armour before. Now she could win.
"Arkensparkle Blast!" she cried, jabbing the wand towards Deathwing. A blast of magic so massive it outshone the sun burst from her wand and streaked towards Deathwing. It exploded against the dragon's plated shoulder, and he laughed, deep and cruel.
"Fool girl! No force of arms nor magic can pierce this shell! I am invincible!"
"Who said anything about piercing it?" Sparkle said smugly, crossing her arms and sticking out her tongue.
"What?" Concern crossed Deathwing's face as he craned his long neck back and stared at his shoulder. A wall of ice was growing across his hide, freezing the magma solid and locking the plates together. "No!" he bellowed as ice jammed his wings, freezing them in place. "Nooooooo~"
Deathwing spiralled down towards Azeroth, powerless to save himself.
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Meanwhile, in the ruined courtyard of Lordaeron, Queen Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen, walked among the dismal wreckage of her kingdom and pondered her inevitable victory over all her enemies. She stopped and looked at the remains of toppled statue, smirking, "Look at you, statue. You don't even have a face anymore, but I - I have survived countless deaths, and I am still prettier than Tyrande Whisperwind."
(Somewhere, a shoe hurtled through the air and bounced off a dartboard with a picture of Sylvanas taped to it, followed by desperate sobbing.)
"My beauty is only outshone by my brilliance and power. Soon the whole world will-" she stopped, and looked up, frowning, "Hm, the weather didn't call for clouds today, that's - Oh."
She sighed, recognizing the descending shape of a paralyzed Deathwing tumbling towards her.
"~oooooOOOOOO!" WHAM.
And so ended Neltharion Earth-Warder and the Banshee Queen.
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Princess Sparkle piloted her car down out of the sky and parked it neatly in the courtyard of Lordaeron. Well, that part of it that hadn't been crushed by Deathwing's fall. A crowd of Forsaken had already gathered around the fallen dragon, hunched over and muttering among themselves.
Sparkle walked up to the crowd, and they parted before her, awed by her magnificent presence. One of them, a broom clenched in his hands, stepped forward and said shakily, "The - the Banshee Queen is dead!"
Sparkle clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "No, no, that's Deathwing. I killed Deathwing - you know, the Black Dragon aspect. Onyxia's dad... or grand-dad or uncle or incestuous brother or something, I don't know how dragon families even work."
"Yes, but he landed on Sylvanas. Look!" The forsaken turned, and pointed at the dragon's corpse, where the legs of the Banshee Queen jutted out like a pair of unfortunate spider-legs from under a book. As Sparkle watched, the legs curled up and rolled away under the dragon with a sort of sad wail, leaving only the Queen's boots behind.
"Oh no!" Sparkle quailed, a hand going to her mouth, "Auntie S! Oh no my poor zombie auntie!" She dropped to her knees next to the empty boots, tears spilling from her eyes but not - and this is important - not smearing her mascara.
The undead glanced at each other knowingly for a moment, and the one with the broom asked carefully, "Auntie? You are related to Sylvanas?"
Sparkle sniffled and nodded, "Yes, she was my mother's sister. I am Princess DarkShadow RhavynBlood Moonsdottir Sparkledust Sunstrider-Windrunner," she took a deep breath, "the Second."
"If you are truly Queen Sylvanas' niece, then that must mean... you're the new Banshee Queen!"
The forsaken crowd immediately burst into cheers, and surged forward to lift Sparkle up on their shoulders, chanting, "Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!"
The procession carried her down into the bowels of the Undercity, cheering and throwing black confetti and releasing flocks of cockroaches, eventually reaching the Royal Quarter and dropping her on the grand dias - where a very surprised Varimathras stood, staring at her.
"Who," he intoned, "is this?"
"The Banshee Queen!" cheered a forsaken, throwing his broom in the air happily.
"Nonsense," grumbled Varimathras, "Sylvanas is dead. I felt it myself. The Undercity is mine now, as it was always meant to be, and I will not be usurped by one beautiful elven woman."
"Oh yeah?!" answered Sparkle in a challenging voice, drawing the Arkensparkle, "Well I'm not going to be stopped by one pug-ugly demon guy! Auntie S would've wanted me to have the city! She was always letting me borrow her stuff, we were the same size and everything!"
"Foolish girl," Varimathras grinned, summoning fel fire into his clawed hands, "you are no match for a Dread Lord."
"No match? I am Princess Motherfucking Sparkle!" She pointed the wand at Varimathras, and fired off a blast of energy that blew a massive hole through the demon lord's torso.
Green ichor spewed across the floor as Varimathras dropped to his knees, staring blankly ahead. "You - you are?" he gasped, "I didn't... know. Can I have ... your ... autograph?" He collapsed forward into a pool of his own hideous fluids, expiring.
Sparkle stepped over his corpse, and in her wake a little piece of paper fluttered down out of the air; written on it in firm calligraphy was: "To My Biggest Fan, Varimathras. Love, Sparkle." followed by a black lipstick kiss.
She took her place on the dias in the Undercity, and looked down at her zombie people gathered below. "Well!" she yelled, pumping her fist in the air, "Can I get a Hail Queen Sparkledust?"
"HAIL QUEEN SPARKLEDUST!"
HAIL QUEEN SPARKLEDUST!
Outside the city, a group of gnomes from the Lollipop Guild looked up at the massive dragon corpse blocking the gates, and said, "Nevermind, we'll come back later."
Muttering to herself about how Lor'themar was stupid and rude and that scar over his eye wasn't the least bit sexy anyway, she jumped into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. The engine purred as it came to life. She flicked a switch on the dash, and the wheels instantly folded under the car and shot flames from rockets cunningly hidden in the hubs. Princess Sparkle stomped on the gas, and the car leapt into the sky on a trail of fire.
"Honestly," she muttered to herself as she zoomed through the clear blue skies over Eversong, "who does he think he is, advancing on me like that? I may be the most beautiful, talented, intelligent woman he ever met, utterly capable in every situation, without physical or mental flaw, as kind as I am gorgeous -" she glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror, running a hand through her glittering hair and pouting "- but that... he... I forgot where I was going."
Lost for a moment in trying to remember what she was outraged about, the Princess didn't notice when a shadow crossed over the sun, blocking it out utterly. She was still puzzling about Lor'themar when the hairs went up on the back of her neck and, recognizing her mystical danger sense trying to warn her, she grabbed the wheel and turned sharply - the car roared around and narrowly dodged a sudden blast of withering fire from above.
Princess Sparkle looked up, and saw above her the enormous silhouette of a black dragon eclipsing the sun, like a hole cut in the sky.
"Deathwing!" Sparkle shouted, shaking her fist at the Black Aspect, "I thought you'd learned your lesson last time!"
"You think I am afraid of you, your majesty?" Deathwing rumbled, hissing her title mockingly, "You may wield great powers, but I helped make this world! You cannot defeat Deathwing Earth-Warder! Now, hand over the Arkensparkle or die!"
Sparkle flipped on the cruise control and stood up in her seat, turning to face Deathwing and levelling the mighty Arkensparkle at him. The star-shaped tip of the wand glimmered - nay, sparkled - even in the darkness cast by Deathwing. "Nobody tells me what to do!"
"So be it, elf-princess!" Deathwing drew back his wings and swooped down at the car, breathing out a blast of pure magma. Sparkle balanced on one foot on the car seat, while the other foot reached back and kicked the steering wheel - the car swerved and dodged the magma and the dragon. Deathwing hurtled past the car, spreading his wings again and circling as he rose back up towards her.
Sparkle got a better look at him now that he wasn't backlit by the sun - Deathwing was dressed in his full armour, a dragon the size of a city block encased in adamant plates held together by magma and dark magic. She grinned. Deathwing had never bothered fighting her in his armour before. Now she could win.
"Arkensparkle Blast!" she cried, jabbing the wand towards Deathwing. A blast of magic so massive it outshone the sun burst from her wand and streaked towards Deathwing. It exploded against the dragon's plated shoulder, and he laughed, deep and cruel.
"Fool girl! No force of arms nor magic can pierce this shell! I am invincible!"
"Who said anything about piercing it?" Sparkle said smugly, crossing her arms and sticking out her tongue.
"What?" Concern crossed Deathwing's face as he craned his long neck back and stared at his shoulder. A wall of ice was growing across his hide, freezing the magma solid and locking the plates together. "No!" he bellowed as ice jammed his wings, freezing them in place. "Nooooooo~"
Deathwing spiralled down towards Azeroth, powerless to save himself.
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Meanwhile, in the ruined courtyard of Lordaeron, Queen Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen, walked among the dismal wreckage of her kingdom and pondered her inevitable victory over all her enemies. She stopped and looked at the remains of toppled statue, smirking, "Look at you, statue. You don't even have a face anymore, but I - I have survived countless deaths, and I am still prettier than Tyrande Whisperwind."
(Somewhere, a shoe hurtled through the air and bounced off a dartboard with a picture of Sylvanas taped to it, followed by desperate sobbing.)
"My beauty is only outshone by my brilliance and power. Soon the whole world will-" she stopped, and looked up, frowning, "Hm, the weather didn't call for clouds today, that's - Oh."
She sighed, recognizing the descending shape of a paralyzed Deathwing tumbling towards her.
"~oooooOOOOOO!" WHAM.
And so ended Neltharion Earth-Warder and the Banshee Queen.
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Princess Sparkle piloted her car down out of the sky and parked it neatly in the courtyard of Lordaeron. Well, that part of it that hadn't been crushed by Deathwing's fall. A crowd of Forsaken had already gathered around the fallen dragon, hunched over and muttering among themselves.
Sparkle walked up to the crowd, and they parted before her, awed by her magnificent presence. One of them, a broom clenched in his hands, stepped forward and said shakily, "The - the Banshee Queen is dead!"
Sparkle clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "No, no, that's Deathwing. I killed Deathwing - you know, the Black Dragon aspect. Onyxia's dad... or grand-dad or uncle or incestuous brother or something, I don't know how dragon families even work."
"Yes, but he landed on Sylvanas. Look!" The forsaken turned, and pointed at the dragon's corpse, where the legs of the Banshee Queen jutted out like a pair of unfortunate spider-legs from under a book. As Sparkle watched, the legs curled up and rolled away under the dragon with a sort of sad wail, leaving only the Queen's boots behind.
"Oh no!" Sparkle quailed, a hand going to her mouth, "Auntie S! Oh no my poor zombie auntie!" She dropped to her knees next to the empty boots, tears spilling from her eyes but not - and this is important - not smearing her mascara.
The undead glanced at each other knowingly for a moment, and the one with the broom asked carefully, "Auntie? You are related to Sylvanas?"
Sparkle sniffled and nodded, "Yes, she was my mother's sister. I am Princess DarkShadow RhavynBlood Moonsdottir Sparkledust Sunstrider-Windrunner," she took a deep breath, "the Second."
"If you are truly Queen Sylvanas' niece, then that must mean... you're the new Banshee Queen!"
The forsaken crowd immediately burst into cheers, and surged forward to lift Sparkle up on their shoulders, chanting, "Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!"
The procession carried her down into the bowels of the Undercity, cheering and throwing black confetti and releasing flocks of cockroaches, eventually reaching the Royal Quarter and dropping her on the grand dias - where a very surprised Varimathras stood, staring at her.
"Who," he intoned, "is this?"
"The Banshee Queen!" cheered a forsaken, throwing his broom in the air happily.
"Nonsense," grumbled Varimathras, "Sylvanas is dead. I felt it myself. The Undercity is mine now, as it was always meant to be, and I will not be usurped by one beautiful elven woman."
"Oh yeah?!" answered Sparkle in a challenging voice, drawing the Arkensparkle, "Well I'm not going to be stopped by one pug-ugly demon guy! Auntie S would've wanted me to have the city! She was always letting me borrow her stuff, we were the same size and everything!"
"Foolish girl," Varimathras grinned, summoning fel fire into his clawed hands, "you are no match for a Dread Lord."
"No match? I am Princess Motherfucking Sparkle!" She pointed the wand at Varimathras, and fired off a blast of energy that blew a massive hole through the demon lord's torso.
Green ichor spewed across the floor as Varimathras dropped to his knees, staring blankly ahead. "You - you are?" he gasped, "I didn't... know. Can I have ... your ... autograph?" He collapsed forward into a pool of his own hideous fluids, expiring.
Sparkle stepped over his corpse, and in her wake a little piece of paper fluttered down out of the air; written on it in firm calligraphy was: "To My Biggest Fan, Varimathras. Love, Sparkle." followed by a black lipstick kiss.
She took her place on the dias in the Undercity, and looked down at her zombie people gathered below. "Well!" she yelled, pumping her fist in the air, "Can I get a Hail Queen Sparkledust?"
"HAIL QUEEN SPARKLEDUST!"
HAIL QUEEN SPARKLEDUST!
Outside the city, a group of gnomes from the Lollipop Guild looked up at the massive dragon corpse blocking the gates, and said, "Nevermind, we'll come back later."
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AKA: Araun, the.
AKA: Araun, the.
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Kelven, you need to post that somewhere in its own thread! That is awesome!
Also, <3 Rock.
Also, <3 Rock.
Alts: Lirsha Deathwhistle & Ayidda
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Mount combat sucks. Bring the player, not the vehicle, that is my mantra.Kelven wrote: "So be it, elf-princess!" Deathwing drew back his wings and swooped down at the car, breathing out a blast of pure magma. Sparkle balanced on one foot on the car seat, while the other foot reached back and kicked the steering wheel - the car swerved and dodged the magma and the dragon. Deathwing hurtled past the car, spreading his wings again and circling as he rose back up towards her.
Grisbault, Twice-Made.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.
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And yet now I want to take the Oculus and replace all the drakes with flying cars. The red dragons can be Porsches, the green dragons can be VW bugs, and the bronze ones can be Deloreans. Grainger can fly his real slow with the left blinker on all the time.angaroth wrote:Mount combat sucks. Bring the player, not the vehicle, that is my mantra.Kelven wrote: "So be it, elf-princess!" Deathwing drew back his wings and swooped down at the car, breathing out a blast of pure magma. Sparkle balanced on one foot on the car seat, while the other foot reached back and kicked the steering wheel - the car swerved and dodged the magma and the dragon. Deathwing hurtled past the car, spreading his wings again and circling as he rose back up towards her.
vbhh, m mkl, m k bni bng'vvvvc
AKA: Araun, the.
AKA: Araun, the.