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Hm, what's happening?

OOC: Oh BC did you see my explanation on the ring?

OOC: Today's my last day of school! and 5 years ago today, there was a MAJOR SEVERE WEATHER OUTBREAK in 2011

still OOC: I'll try to rejoin the room sometime in the near future, but I need to change my avatar.

OOC: Ignore the previous content of this post, SO got on my phone and decided to prank me

*turns to Verviedi*
Would you mind NOT summoning demons?

No, why would I not summon daemons?

Because it irritates me immensely.

Hahaha.
Uln Shoggoth Uaaah.
*A shoggoth appears next to WK*

Oh, so the great Farseer taldeer is afraid of a few daemonspawn?

*lights the demon on fire*

[Sits with Amelia] ... I should've been here. I'm so sorry. [Looks immensely guilty]

[Flexes klaw] If that lunatic comes back...


Ooc I did! Buried under all the insanity overnight. :O

*The shoggoth screams as it bubbles, pops, and dissolves*
That was Abraham Lincoln's wife's soul, you bastard!

*both sisters face palm*

Deamons... Yeah there gonna help.... Not likes there's ernough fething issues with then in the first place that we need more....

They only causes the darn heresey, sure I cannot hurt... (sarcasam)

(Responding to Verv's post on the last page)

The Codex. The book of Abraham the Mage. I came across back in the year 1355 when I was a poor bookseller. I spent the next 25 years traveling over Europe in search of a way to translate it.
Finally, in Florence we found a man with a Golden Hook in place of his right hand. He showed me the secrets of The Codex. Immortality, turning ordinary metals into pure gold and coal into diamonds.

For centuries after me and my wife traveled the world studying the arcane. As we learned more, the greedier we became. Hoarding knowledge that could be used to better humanity.
Then, in the year 2031 we found a new form if immortality. Before this the only known ways were for a Elder to grant you eternal youth or the elixir of life, which is what I and Perenelle used.
We thought that this new form would allow us to live forever without having to worry about injury or having to brew new elixir every month.
We made a mistake then. The gift we took was instead a curse. And what was worse, is that Dee had followed us, determined to take what we had discovered for his own. As we bean the ritual we realized something was wrong.
Only later did I realize that we were being morphed by the warp that day. As we began to transform into new forms Dee stepped out and... and... *Begins crying* he stabbed my Perenelle. The Elixir does not protect against injury. Only sickness and old age. As Dee stood there laughing in triumph, I was transformed into the form you see today. Gifted then with immense power I stuck out at Dee. he was sent flying into the wall and knocked out. But even with all my new power I was unable... to save my wife. My dear Perenelle lay dead at me feet.

I took her back to Paris. The city of my birth. There I buried her in the grave that so long ago was laid for us when we faked our death the 1st time.
I returned to the cave then, taking Dr. John Dee and expending some of my new power I gave him 48 hours of life. Life that no injury could destroy. Then I cut him. I cut him up into 7 pieces, and buried him across the world.

That is my story. This is my curse. Never to die, never again to see those that I loved. No weapon may harm me nor poison lay me low. I am truly immortal.

Now if you don't mind. I'd like a little time alone please *Wanders off and curls up crying again*

*breaks down door, enter a mega armoured warboss from Dawn of War Dark Crusade named Gorgutz 'ead 'unter*

Green iz best!

... [Unhooks power klaw]
[Follows OT and sits down next to him] [Takes off hat and puts actual arm around his shoulders]
I'm not going to patronise you and pretend I know how that feels.
[Passes him a chocolate bar]

...Benny went through my pockets and replaced my cigarettes.

*goes to BC and OT*

HEY! Are ya one-eye Yarrick?

[Looks up] Yes, Ork. What of it?

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Looks up] Yes, Ork. What of it?

Jus' wunderin'

*teleports into the secret room*

...That was not reassuring.

Ummmm.... *both look worried *

This place is gonna be fethed if we cannot kill this god.... How do you kill a god?

*Floats down*

*Booming voice in everyones head* BY MAKING A POND!!

*Waves bony hand*

GO FORTH I SHALL WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN....

Hmph, you -Can't- kill a god. You're thinking wrong about this whole ordeal.

Are we?s summoning Demons, messed with the entire of reality...

Yeah, we are planning ahead...

I CAN SUMMON LIZARDS!

*Raises arms and summons hordes of Saurus warriors*

BUILD ME A POND!

*They begin to build a pond with gold bricks*

OOC XD Why couldn't you be one of the old Slann

Bic *Wakes up and exits*

*Frowns*

*Walks over to Yarrick*

Oww...I slept alone tonight :(

*Still hugs him and sits next to OT*

...

I was with you until recently... But, well..
He seemed the more distressed. [Gently pats OT]

[Looks at Amelia] You tell anyone I'm going soft, and I may have to punch a small animal to regain manliness.

Oh, I guess I just didn't notice you.

*Grins*

But I understand. As long as that small animal is not a puppy, you're fine. And it's not a soft thing you're doing, its a...Nice...Thing...Maybe?

*Shrugs*

No idea...You hungry?

*Looks at OT*

I include you in that question.

*marlas wolf puppy growls at yarrick from behind marla*

Oh, yeah, there smart... And... *hands a old pdf flak plate with deep chew marks* umm, don,t hurt them... (Marla)

You commissar and your percived manlynes...

*Smiles*

Don't mind him Marla, he has a reputation to uphold. Being a hero is pretty hard...

*Goes off to kitchen and starts making some toasties for everyone*

*Calls out*

I don't need an answer for toasties!

That is not a "small" animal. That is bigger than a ten year old child!

[Sighs] I'm not used to open compassion, my instinct is to go on the defensive.