RyushiBlade on 13/5/2003 at 00:02

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You know Tuco, I was just playing when I killed you. I didn't think you'd actually let me ;)

Exile on 13/5/2003 at 08:26

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Tuco, how would you answer this question:

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Oh, and Ryushi... Nice work, for a copy-and-past job. *grumble*

Tuco on 13/5/2003 at 14:46

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Well, he could chuck a quart for every quarter that a quarter spins around a court.

Exile on 14/5/2003 at 19:20

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Day One of Morning Star, Year of the Third Empire Four Hundered and Three

A hand rises out of the lava, covered in spikes of volcanic glass. Exile swings his full weight onto the single pathway leading into the caves. He looks upon his reflection in the Ebony walls of the chamber, seeing how deformed and close to death he looks. Just as Triaminac had been defiled, the same had happened to Exile. But now he feels a force flowing through him. Even though he leaves a trail of blood as he exits the chamber and spikes of poisoned glass puncture his skin, bursting his arteries in two and piercing one of his four lungs, he knows that the Plan will still proceed. He will have his revenge.

Arriving at Valenvaryon, Exile was greeted by his more elite guards -- knights, nightblades, even a few expert thieves, including his two personal bodyguards. He collapsed onto a pool of his own blood and sat meditating, staring at the ancient statue of Malacath perched high atop the stronghold. While he meditated, his men used their abilities to heal him and remove some of the glass protruding from his skin. Whatever they couldn't remove, they refined into raw Ebony. Sadly, most of the depostits that could not be removed were on his head, spreading to his back, a few spikes protruding from his shoulders and arms, and collasal, bloody claws coming from his hands.

After a few days of rest, he looked fairly normal -- his skin was pale, his head looked like a rock of ebony with bloodshot eyes and green flesh caught in the rock, his long hair had been replaced by a flow of Ebony down his back, and his hands both had claws protruding from them. His men looked upon him the same, but upon descending from the mountains overlooking Bal Isra, he was thought to be a fadricant or some sort of gruesome beast and the guards attacked him without warning. For defending himself, he was stripped of his rank in the Legion. So great was his reputation by then, however, that people all around Vvardenfell now knew what Exile had become. His allies in the Great House Redoran finally came to the acceptance of this fact, and alowed him to keep his council seat, but none of the Councilmen looked at him the same way.

In preparation for his next campaign / pilgramage through Sheogorad, his men ceremonially added spikes to their armor in the likeness of their leader's recent deformities. After reclaiming Mzuleft in the name of his House and people, however, he felt a very strange presence just outside the ruin. He did not remember the entire incident completely, but he recognized the presence of... Tuco... The memories came flooding back to him... The pain of searing hot lava flooding into his new armor, the lost dignity of not being able to claim Tuco honorably...

He raced outside the ruins and thought, "Yes... I WILL have my revenge yet"

RyushiBlade on 15/5/2003 at 12:48

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Ok... I should have it ready by tonight and I'll include Exile's new post.


Being thrown in lava makes you grow two extra lungs? lol.