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11 posts. Alias of Orthos.


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We were here first, you brainless apes.


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Mind over matter, filthy ape. *drops a few boulders his way with telekinesis*


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Yes! Kssshyahahahah! Suffer, filthy ape!


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Apparently the beast didn't finish the job properly. We'll have to use more reliable creatures. Less friendly, less loyal, but with more teeth, more claws. More cold-blooded. Yes, I think that will do.....


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I have a dinosaur we can feed the little warmblooded miscreant to.


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Kino, Iokan Chief-Mate wrote:
Azala the Reptite Queen wrote:
Tacticslion wrote:
Woran wrote:

*sigh*

Humans.

Typical.
Should have wiped them out back before they learned beyond basic grunts and broken sentences. But no, and now you have an infestation.

Hah! You think you so smart!

But you dumb!

You summon La Vos and kill you all because bad loser!

Dumb-dumb!

We smart!

I have a tyrannosaur.

Your argument is invalid.


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Tacticslion wrote:
Woran wrote:

*sigh*

Humans.

Typical.

Should have wiped them out back before they learned beyond basic grunts and broken sentences. But no, and now you have an infestation.


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We're going to eat you. It's not a difficult concept.

I know apes aren't particularly intelligent but I figured you weren't quite this slow.


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Yes, yes. Consume your greens and your fruits, pathetic apes. Fatten yourselves up for our eventual feast!


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Aaaah, now you know how it feels to be suborned by your lessers, you filthy apes. Your precious victories and grand triumphs undone, and by one of your own! Hah! The irony is as delicious as fresh blood and fine flesh.


'Smiling' Izrafil Thuranouth wrote:

The door opens, and a slightly stooped elf walks in, pushing back the hood of a black and grey cloak to reveal a shock of off-white hair, orange-red eyes and pale blue skin, with a long, ragged facial scar pulling the left side of his mouth up into a half-grin. His gaze flicks from side to side, and he loosens what is either a remarkably large dagger or more reasonably sized short sword in its ornate silver sheath before relaxing (slightly). He spots the rakshasa, catches its eye, and walks over rapidly to the pair, speaking just above a whisper.

"Got anything for me? That last lot of Poor Man's Iouns I sold H'bbl'ebluur turned out to be anything but, and I kind of want to be somewhere Kuo-Toa aren't."

The panther-man seems to be slightly put out by the interruption in his conversation, but recovers swiftly, baring a smile full of pearl-white teeth to the elf. "Must have been a miscommunication with the client," he responds quietly, his voice a low rumbling purr. "Might have something... soon, if negotiations go well. Why don't you treat yourself to a drink while you wait." His reversed hand gestures vaguely toward the bar, and his tone and expression make it clear the conversation is over for the time being, at least until he's finished speaking with the stone woman.