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In 'Road of the Patriarch,' Jarlaxle's chaotic evil psionicist buddy Kimmuriel used Kinetic Barrier to protect Entreri thoroughout much of the novel.
*spoiler warning*
In fact, in the end, some half-elf chick named Calihye gets blasted through the window of the highest tower of Bloodstone Castle becuse she tried to stab Entreri.
So, yes, Conan could be defeated by Entreri, but only using a hackneyed plot device. In 1-on-1 combat, it would be an even draw.
-Mr. Shiny
Are the Dark Sun novels still in print? I'm a huge fan.
Conan could whup that Deinosuchus on the cover of Dungeon #145.
He'd make some nice boots, and stylish vest out of its hide, too.
One of its teeth would make a rockin choker, perhaps with a diamond in-set.
Conan could whup Malcanthet.
And she'd like it! >:D
Fizzban could beat Conan. Why is everybody so big on that Red Headed guy from late night anyway?:p
The Starbrand from Marvel's old Epic line could beat Conan. The wielder of the brand is only limited by his own imagination.
. . . The wielder of the brand is only limited by his own imagination.
The word "limited" is the key.
Conan would flash a smile and throw a quick nod of his head and your man would bow down and give his life.
Never forget the riddle of steel !
Crom
The riddle of steel:
"What is the greatest joy known to steel?"
Answer:
"Taking a ride on the ferrous wheel."
Hmm . . . what about Serpentor? But only if that goon Mindbender managed to procure Conan, Kull, Bran Mac Morn, and Solomon Kane's DNA into the mix with goofs like Nepolian.*
Nah, I doubt it. Serpentor sucked no matter whose DNA he had in him (er, that didn't sound right).
*Note, this particular reality only valid during the time period when both Serpentor and Conan were licenced characters published by Marvel Comics . . . we now return you to your regularly scheduled speculation thread.
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Hmm . . . what about Serpentor? But only if that goon Mindbender managed to procure Conan, Kull, Bran Mac Morn, and Solomon Kane's DNA into the mix with goofs like Nepolian.*
Nah, I doubt it. Serpentor sucked no matter whose DNA he had in him (er, that didn't sound right).
*Note, this particular reality only valid during the time period when both Serpentor and Conan were licenced characters published by Marvel Comics . . . we now return you to your regularly scheduled speculation thread.
Thankyou very much. I had all but forgotten about Serpentor until you just mentioned him. Guess the 80's had their dark side too. Yah. Rose-colored nostalgia glasses.
Serpentor?!? "I am the lamest cartoon Villan ever, this I command!"
I want to see *this* movie:
Storming the capital city and slaying King Numedides
on the steps of his throne -- which he promptly
takes for his own -- Conan, now in his early or mid-forties,
finds himself the king of the greatest of the
Hyborian nations.
A king's life, however, proves no bed of houris.
Within the year, the minstrel Rinaldo is chanting
defiant ballads in praise of the "martyred" Numedides.
Ascalante, Count of Thune, is gathering a
group of plotters to topple the barbarian from his
throne. Conan finds that people have short memories,
and that he, too, suffers from the uneasiness of
head that goes with a crown.
Fencing is all fine and well, but there is a reason that fencing blades are not used in war; . . .
Yay, it is called, "Don't Ask, and Don't Tell."
Conan'd wupp hell outta Sho Kosugi.
Errol Flynn, too?
Tenacious D could DESTROY Conan. YOU CAN'T KILL THE METAL!
Conan walks down a busy side street. Before him, TenDee walks up with his guitar slung across his back.
Conan nods, "I really like your music TenDee”
“Thanks, Conan! That is really nice of you to say.” Pauses. His eyes darken and he swings his guitar to the front in an instant of flashing light. “I have been sent here to whup you Conan. Prepare to Die!”
TenDee steps wide getting into a power stance. He is going to blast Conan from existence with his greatest tool, his music. Dark mangy bangs cover his eyes as he raises his hand, pick at the ready for the down stroke and victory.
Conan, instinctively, had already stepped to the side slightly as TenDee approached. This had the effect of putting his body between onlookers and TenDee, and TenDee between himself and a sooty, weather worn wall. For the casual observer from behind all one can see is Conan’s cobra V-shaped back. TenDee is boxed in, hidden from view, and on Conan’s killing ground.
Starting with a scream TenDee rips his pick down for the power chord.
“YOU CAN’T KILL ROCK … “ (chunk…thwap)
TenDee, “Hey, why am I on the ground… wait why is my body standing there with a gout of blood coming from a severed neck. Conan has chopped my head off and I didn’t even see him move….”
Waiting for the body to realize it no longer has a head and fall to the ground, Conan slowly paces away. A quick glance over his shoulder tells him no bystanders saw the attack.
He flips out his mp3 player, and punches up TenDee. Conan likes his music.
What about Dirty Harry? He's skinny but dang, he's mean!
Tenacious D could DESTROY Conan. YOU CAN'T KILL THE METAL!Conan walks down a busy side street. Before him, TenDee walks up with his guitar slung across his back.
Conan nods, "I really like your music TenDee”
“Thanks, Conan! That is really nice of you to say.” Pauses. His eyes darken and he swings his guitar to the front in an instant of flashing light. “I have been sent here to whup you Conan. Prepare to Die!”
TenDee steps wide getting into a power stance. He is going to blast Conan from existence with his greatest tool, his music. Dark mangy bangs cover his eyes as he raises his hand, pick at the ready for the down stroke and victory.
Conan, instinctively, had already stepped to the side slightly as TenDee approached. This had the effect of putting his body between onlookers and TenDee, and TenDee between himself and a sooty, weather worn wall. For the casual observer from behind all one can see is Conan’s cobra V-shaped back. TenDee is boxed in, hidden from view, and on Conan’s killing ground.
Starting with a scream TenDee rips his pick down for the power chord.
“YOU CAN’T KILL ROCK … “ (chunk…thwap)
TenDee, “Hey, why am I on the ground… wait why is my body standing there with a gout of blood coming from a severed neck. Conan has chopped my head off and I didn’t even see him move….”
Waiting for the body to realize it no longer has a head and fall to the ground, Conan slowly paces away. A quick glance over his shoulder tells him no bystanders saw the attack.
He flips out his mp3 player, and punches up TenDee. Conan likes his music.
However, Conan has forgotten about the two other band members...
While Conan is busy with his mp3 player, two shadowy figures step out of a firy portal.
Lead singer/guitarist Jack Black is dead.
Lead guitarist/vocalist Kyle Gass and session drummer/vocalist Dave Grohl live on...
KaGe uses the power of his shiny bald head to blind the Cimmerian as Dave uses his demonic gravelly voice to deafen Conan.
Kyle then uses his siiiick finishing move: the Massive Beer Gut Slam.
Nothing is left of Conan but a pool of blood.
Kyle and Dave then use their abyssal powers to resurrect JB, and the three depart back to their flaming studio for much- needed ganja break.
However, Conan has forgotten about the two other band members...
...then uses his siiiick finishing move: the Massive Beer Gut Slam....
Epilogue:
The virtual reality machine clicks off. The air is steamy. The drummer leans close to his lips."Let's go again, this time you be Conan and let me 'whup' you."
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Ha, you can fantisize about Conan, but you can never touch him.
... Conan would have no chance, none; think of any hero in any of the games and Galahad could beat them all...He is a saint and has several holy icons of power, armor, sword, the grail; only he among the living can sit on the Siege Perilous. His power and might are without match among mortals.
Conan would have no chance of not laughing at the girly man. Galahad is a sinner, a betrayer and surely one of satan's finest. It is obvious because he is trying too hard and that gives it away my main man.
Conan would grab him by the throat and bend him backward into water and watch him drown.
Crom!
yep; that would be the sound of Galahad's sword taking Conan's head right off his shoulders.
However, Conan has forgotten about the two other band members...
...then uses his siiiick finishing move: the Massive Beer Gut Slam....Epilogue:
The virtual reality machine clicks off. The air is steamy. The drummer leans close to his lips."Let's go again, this time you be Conan and let me 'whup' you."
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Ha, you can fantisize about Conan, but you can never touch him.
AAAAH! MY BURNING EYES!