What, RP?
Yeah so I was bored and I’m still slightly loopy from the @_@ sick. I should be doing homework, but bollocks to that.
I always pictured my rogue as rather stab-happy…
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I’m bored. Bored like a beaver on crack with no dams to build. I’ve slaughtered everything there is to slaughter, often the same things several times. The idiocy of my compatriots continues to be a thorn in my side. Sure, I can understand how suddenly becoming incorporeal and having magic can be surprising when your normal venue is running up to things and beating them until they stop moving, but after the first, oh, five times, you’d think it might become a little bit familiar. And what’s with the fire? I don’t LIKE being on fire. Sure, they mock me, they say that little ability I have to smother the fire by stepping into the shadows makes it easy, but guys, do you really like being on fire that much that you’ll just stand there? I’ve been on fire several times. It hurts. And burns. And burns in a very hurting way.
And that only covers the people I know. If I was going to start with the idiocy on behalf of everyone in the world, I’d never stop. Yes, Mr. Bear, you have a lot of protection. Moreso than I do. However, it doesn’t do you a lick of good when the enemy isn’t attacking you. No, Ms. Priest, that bandage of a heal isn’t going to help the bear who’s getting attacked by an ugly warlock and several other ugly guys wielding axes. Yes, Mr. Demonuser, I know that you have a lot of stamina. I’m sure the ladies love you. That doesn’t mean that you can run up to those two angry-looking birdmen while the rest of us are back here talking about what to do about them. Why hello there, my fellow rogue. No, just because you make the enemy cough up blood doesn’t mean you’re useful to the rest of us. Yes, my ability to beat things to death effectively is more useful than that. Yes, I know you wish it was useful. These trolls sure do have a lot of blood, with all the organ-destroying we’re doing and all the hemorraging you’re causing, not to mention the guy with the big sword over there ripping new wounds all over the place, along with the bear mangling their faces in. No, I can’t explain it either
So, I guess I’m looking for new things to beat to death. Supposedly they’re building some kind of harbor back in that human city, and when it’s done they’re going to build a boat that can sail to this continent they claim is there in the north. Can’t say I know. When they supposedly discovered that continent I was beating things to death rather ineffectively back home. However, they say there are new and different things to beat to death there, which is good, but on the other hand I can’t take Onyx with me until I can afford to buy some kind of magical protection against the cold for him. I say it’s rubbish. Onyx was born out in Shadowmoon Valley, which if you’re not standing by the lava (or in the lava) is a damned cold place, especially the crystally bits where netherdrakes are born at. I froze my buttocks off out there proving to the netherdrakes that I really was a good and nice person by slaughtering fel orcs and the local wildlife by the thousands, and now this? Not only that, they say I have to prove I’m skilled enough to ride him on the new continent. Bollocks! I say. I have skill. I’ve ridden Onyx all over the Outlands. They say that’s the rules. I say I’ll stab them, but I can’t find them.
Until then? Guess I’ll just keep stabbing the same old things to death. If anyone knows how to kill a spirit healer – these things keep coming back somehow, must be the same way I do – let me know. I’d be grateful. And by grateful I mean you’d move to the bottom of the stabbity death list.
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