*sighs* ah . . i guess it is naptime.
* scratches BlackLightning behind the ears *
Come along, little one, this is no place for you.
* waves canes, revealing giant robot chameleon *
I'm Hiding In Your Closet, you are grounded! Go to your closet!
*yawns, curls up, and falls asleep on top of the win*
Umm... Exactly what is going on now?
Nobody knows.
I smell a conspiracy to commit treason.
You no horde, you not Tauren, Blood elf, Orc, Troll or undead.
*Allyourbasearebelongtous*
All your win are belong to me. If you have a problem with that take it up with the complaints department.
Back again!
Squeak!
I'm coming, I'm coming. I was doing some research into how best to capture Na'ru. Seems he has a weakness for Devil's food cake with dark chocolate chips and dark chocolate frosting. Funny, isn't it? Then again, I do know a certain Devil lord that has a fondness for my angelfood cake.
Now, my cocoa plants are growing nicely. I think I can whip up a nice cake.
As for actually imprisoning the archon I think this will do.
* places a strange rainbow-colored crystal on the table *
I've used these stones before to trap some naughty demons, daemons, devils, azatas, and angels. No reason why it wouldn't work on archons.
As for that naughty elf - I should explain. He is not from this world. Many, many, many, many years ago during one of my inter-dimensional excursions I came upon this world where elves were the dominant race - these elves live for thousands of years. They had just driven the humans into extinction - most likely because the humans had discovered that plot of genocide and were trying to organize the other races into a countermeasure. Well, when I arrived the dwarves and orcs were also in danger of being obliterated when they decided to join forces. A few generations later and a new race - the Shodar (which, in the tongue of the extinct humans meant unity) was born. The Shodar managed to beat back the elves.
A few years back I decided to visit this world and see how things were going. The dwarves and orcs are no more but they continue to thrive as the Shodar. Some of the elves, however, had decided to strike a deal with dark forces beyond the veil. That elf was one of those involved. It seems he ran when his plans were discovered and thwarted. Why he is here and what he is up to I cannot say - but it is not good for anyone.
zZZ . . wait did some one mention Cake???
Spiced Apple Cake.
Here, have some.
I do have some delicious pineapple upside-down cake. Now I am in the mood to make both Devil's food and angelfood cakes.
Pineapples!!!!
Cake!!! Nom, nom nom......
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Thank you, GW, for your aid. I will see to it that the Whiteclaw clan is rewarded handsomely. As for the 'draining' of Auchin'gon, I have sent the Souldrinker clan (individuals who believe that they grow stronger by consuming the blood - or, more accurately, the souls of the fallen) as they seem to be best suited for the task. Although, they may need help.
Avatar, please allow the Grizzlepaw clan to aid the Souldrinker clan.
* walks in with three giant Devil's food cakes - one in the shape of a "T", one in the shape of an "E" and one in the shape of an "I" - and three angelfood cakes - one in the shape of an "H", one in the shape of a "W" and one in the shape of an "N" - and arranges them in two rows upon the table - the first row containing "T", "H", and "E" in that order and the second containing "W", "I", and "N" in that order.
Now, who would like some cake? Oh, I almost forgot.
* presents a box containing a large Devil's food cake with dark chocolate chips and dark chocolate frosting *
This one I specially made for a certain archon.
Pah! There no be 'for the horde' here.
If he do, well, ApeGrodd knows pain we goblinz can inflict.
* waves cane, teleporting "THE" Poog of Zarongel into a room full of fire-proof books *
Hush, now, the big folk are talking.
>This turned into some kind of self destructive monster that seeks to devour Paizo and cast it back to the dark ages.
>Somewhere, Tzeentch is laughing to himself while cackling "JUST AS PLANNED!"
I GOT BLOWED UP THEN THINGS GOT WEIRD!!!!
Squeak! *nods in agreement*
Weirdness makes life more interesting - it is the true "spice of life"
Best you check your reasoning gramps,
I would hardly consider GoatToucher valued 'spice of life'.
Oh, GoatToucher's not weird - he's beyond weird - he's something that defies classification altogether
Cluny for the WIN!
Grrrawwrrr!
(Translation - I think not)
Imma ride that bear.
Gimmie an M. Gimmie a B. Gimme a T! MBT! He's our man, er, troll, if he can't do it, no one can! *High kick, back flip, lands with the splits*
* runs off to aid Uncle Teddy, bringing MBT along for the "ride", which I make as uncomfortable as possible - running under branches that are high enough as to avoid hitting me, but low enough to conk MBT in the head - that sort of thing *
RRRRAAAWWWWHHHRRRR!
*Translation: Suckup*
* turns around and sticks tongue out at Alissa's Bear *
Grrawr Rawr Roar Grrr
(Translation: Hey I know what to do to get the best treats.)
As delicious as I find it to be, I feel the need to point out the impact that riding a bear with exposed and sharp spinal ridges would have on the rider's taint.
Good luck with your scrotum!
NEXT TIME I GOTTA REMEMBER TO USE A SADDLE!!!
* comes to an abrupt halt as I reach Uncle Teddy, sending MBT flying into the the line of fire of several bow-wielding undead *
Grrawwrr!
*sitting in the background watching all this eating cake* nom nom nom
* turns around and sticks tongue out at Alissa's Bear *
Grrawr Rawr Roar Grrr
(Translation: Hey I know what to do to get the best treats.)
*Peaks out from normal resting place.*
RRRAAWWWHHHRRR???
[Translation: Do you?]
* walks back in after successfully aiding Uncle Teddy, carrying a picnic basket in mouth *
Grawph
(Translation: Yep)
* opens up picnic basket and pulls out a fresh salmon, a large stick of venison sausage, and three bowls of honey *
Grawr Rawrr Rrrrr
(Translation: And this is just the beginning)
* walks back in, dragging MBT's arrow-filled, badly beaten body *
Victory! Anyone wants a used meat shield, er I mean troll?