| I sense a disturbance... |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|02:22 am] |
I have refrained from use of the ether-writing artefacts in the basement of the Tower of The Wyrm for some time now on the advice of my lawyer (Trinny), since she says it may bias the outcome of my ongoing legal difficulties with the Akaim Orcs... Genocide and Grand Theft Silver Polish indeed!
In any case two things now motivate me to break my silence: firstly it seems likely that with the original jury having been dispatched (they were clearly biased) and replaced with a new jury composed mainly of orc-hating balanced and rational Amethyar, there is a good chance that the charges of Genocide will be reduced to Finishing Off Stuborn Remnants, which carries only a community service based sentence. And secondly I sence a disturbance in the ether... as if there were *merchandising* occuring without my consent. Most troubling. |
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| Stupid Orcs!! |
[May. 6th, 2005|11:05 am] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Babbling of Inept Minions | ] |
My minions finally returned from their raid this morning looking rather tired and dejected. On questioning them regarding the success of the mission, the normal babbling, pleading and sequence of weak excuses began. -sigh-
( babbling and excuses ) |
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| Tarnish! |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|10:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tunes Summoned from the Ether | ] |
As I stood admiring the reflection of my draconic magnificence in the monster-filled lake in my basement this morning I became aware that I am suffering from tarnish! It never occurred to me that a silver carapace would be so high-maintenance... :(
I'd discorporate and manifest a fresh physical body, except that getting the horns just right is fiddly and takes ages. I shall dispatch my minions to acquire silver polish at once... |
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| Arcane Barriers |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|12:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | frustrated | ] |
What is a credit/debit card? |
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| Gaining Dominion Over All of Teth and Beyond |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|12:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  enthralled | ] |
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| | The Very Song of the Planes Themselves | ] |
It has been several months since I took posession of the fabled Tower of the Wyrm, and with every passing day my power has grown greater. Within the tower catacombs is a great machine that draws secret lore from far-flung worlds, and with this unbounded knowledge it will be an easy task to bend all the planes from the Core to the Fringes to my will. Perhaps even the Heavens will fall to me in time.
Edit: it seems much of the unbounded knowledge that now rests at my fingertips relates to detailed pictographic explanations of the many possible interactions of one human form with another. I am unsure if this information is directly aplicable to my designs for conquest, but it must surely be of great import to feature in such overwhelming abundance within this web of archived lore. |
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