Posted 03 July 2006 - 08:35 AM
Moanzorz was confused. He thought possibly he was an ogre. Ogres seemed to have trouble with concepts like day and night, and how they differed and stuff. Moanzaorz agreed, that stuff could be pretty difficult. Oh well, he thought, at least he wasn't a girl.
Posted 04 July 2006 - 12:48 AM
Posted 06 July 2006 - 03:27 PM
Posted 20 July 2006 - 07:22 PM
Stumbling through the swinging doors, Moanzorz found his way to the bar, wiping blood from his eyes. Receiving his stout from the surly barkeep, he eagerly raised the frothing mug to his cracked, charred lips. By the gods, beer had never seemed so sweet as now.
Beside him at the bar, a tall figure in long black robes raised himself from the barstool.
"Ahh well, back to work I suppose." they sighed, and slapped down a handful of gold coins on the counter.
Moanzorz blinked in surprise. The man's hand was completely bereft of flesh- only bleached white bones protruded from the inky sleeves. These skeletal appendages now reached over to grasp a glowing scythe leaning against the bar. The beer seemed to freeze halfway down Moanzorz gullet as the demonic figure turned to face him. The leering skull within the cowl seemed to stretch it's grin even wider as it addressed him.
"Moanzorz," the incarnation of death wheezed, "I believe I am late for our appointment..."
Posted 20 July 2006 - 07:42 PM
"Hey! Whos going to pay for this drink?," asks the bartender. Grim just gives a small grunt and slams down a few gold coins, and then picking up the drink he raises it to his mouth and promply chugs it, a chug that even a dwarf would be proud of.
Posted 21 July 2006 - 02:59 AM
Furious at being cheated, Death strikes him down. This time he stays dead.
Death checks his diary for an appointment with a certain witch. Tapping his foor impatiently, he vanishes in a swirl of swirliness.
SCENE 2: Rune Castle Courtyard.
Tuvo, his round ruddy cheeks and his merry smile, pales visibly as Death approaches. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead. It's a cold day outside.
Managing his best stammer, he enquires, "err .. can .. can I help you ?"
A voice issues from within the cowl. It's not a voice like any other he's heard. It's a much more voicy voice in every way he can think of. At the moment, though, he's having a little trouble thinking. "A rainbow pop, please" the voice says. With a speed that belies his bulk, Tuvo selects one from the cabinet, and offers it to the voice.
A skeletal hand emerges from the cloak. This is all too much for our boy Tuvo, who faints dead away. So to speak.
Mutters of exasperation turn to pleasure as the hand stoops to retrieve the pop, which vanishes into the folds of the cowl.
A greasy, dusty, fusty, smelly room somewhere.
Muttering to herself, a haggard witch furiously presses a series of multicolored buttons to no effect. The screen in front of her continues to read ..
Posted 24 August 2008 - 01:27 AM
"But I'm not dead!" I feel very well!"
Mordred rolls his eyes.
"Look", he says, "I'm stuck here for all eternity, undead. How do you think I feel ? You're really very lucky. Undead is such a drag"
Moanzorz thinks about this. Thinking is not his strong suit.
"Soooooo..., if I'm NOT dead .. what AM i then ? AH got ya THERE!"
Mordred rolls his eyes.
Posted 24 August 2008 - 01:33 AM
Moanzorz vanishes in a flash of light. Mordred sighs, relieved.
Mordred begins to think maybe the elves have fallen on hard times. He doesn't get a lot of news where he is, and it's hard to keep up after a few thousand years or so. Things change so quickly these days, he thinks. He indulges in a bit of nostalgia for a few years before snapping out of it.
"Well", he thinks, "that passed the time."
"Time", he thinks. Hmm, yes well.