scullsyk

i really loved the story, and enjoyed finding the actual things, like your guys house, the place where you saw the body, all this great stuff, and you guys are GREAT story tellers

I, Scullsyk Graar, have read, understand, and agree to follow the above terms of the Eternal Lands Story and Quest Writers Agreement.

pretty long but worth reading...post more jokes for this thread. Bad luck finding a place to hide A small balding man storms into a local bar and demands, "Gimme a double of the strongest whiskey you got. I'm so mad, I can't even see straight." The bartender, noticing that the little man is a bit the worse for wear, pours him a double of Southern Comfort. The man swills down the drink and says, "Gimme another one." The bartender pours the drink, but says, "Now, before I give you this, why don't you let off a little steam and tell me why you're so upset?" So, the man begins his tale. "Well, I was sitting in the bar next door, when this gorgeous blonde slinks in and actually sits beside me at the bar. I thought, "Wow, this has never happened before." You know, it was kind of a fantasy come true. Well, a couple of minutes later, the blonde leans over and asks if I'd like to come back to her hotel to have dinner and talk for a while. I couldn't believe this was happening, and I hadn't had a good meal in quite a while. I managed to nod my head yes, so she grabs my hand and starts walking out of the bar. This seemed just too good to be true." He continued, "She took me down the street here to a nice hotel and up to her room. She said to relax, watch some TV, and that she would be ready to go down to the restaurant in a few minutes. But, as soon as I put my feet up and reclined my chair, I heard some keys jingling and someone starts fumbling with the door." "The blonde says, 'Oh my god, it's my boyfriend. He must have lost his wrestling match tonight, he's gonna be real mad. Quick, hide!'" "So, I opened the closet, but I figured that was probably the first place he would look, so I didn't hide there. Then I looked under the bed, but no, I figured he's bound to look there, too. By now, I could hear the key in the lock. I noticed the window was open, so I climbed out and was hanging there by my fingers, praying that the guy wouldn't see me." The bartender says "Well I can see how you might be a bit frustrated at this point." "Well, yeah, but I hear the guy finally get the door open and he yells out, 'Who you been with now, you witch?' The girl says, 'Nobody, honey, now calm down.'" Well, the guy starts tearing up the room. I hear him tear the door off the closet and throw it across the room. I'm thinking, 'Boy, I'm glad I didn't hide in there.' Then I hear him lift up the bed and throw it across the room. Good thing I didn't hide under there either. Then I heard him say, 'What's that over there by the window?' I think, 'Oh God, I'm dead meat now.' But, the blonde by now is trying real hard to distract him and convince him to stop looking. Well, I hear the guy go into the bathroom and I hear water running for a long time; I figure maybe he's gonna take a bath or something, when all of a sudden, the jerk pours a pitcher of scalding hot water out of the window right on top of my head. I mean, look at this, I got second degree burns all over my scalp and shoulders!" The bartender says, "Oh man, that would have gotten me mad for sure." "No, that didn't really bother me. Next, the guy starts slamming the window shut over and over on my hands. I mean, look at my fingers. They're a bloody mess. I can hardly hold onto this glass." The bartender looks at the guy's hands and says, "Yeah, buddy, I can understand why you are so upset." "No, that wasn't what really got me so angry though." The bartender then asks in exasperation, "Well, then, what did finally make you anger?" "Well, I was hanging on the window, and I turned around and looked down--I was only about six inches off the ground." EDIT: are we really that stupid? Change your course now This is the transcript of an actual radio conversation of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October, 1995. Radio conversation released by the Chief of Naval Operations on November 10, 1995. Americans: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision. Canadians: Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision. Americans: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course. Canadians: No. I say again, you divert YOUR course. Americans: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN, THE SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS, AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH, THAT'S ONE FIVE DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER-MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP. Canadians: This is a lighthouse. Your call.

Sadness, Anger, Hate, Loath. All these words don't describe mortos. He is beond those. BUt how did it start? lets take a look to back when mortos was trapped in mortality. He was, in fact, a warrior. But, this story isn't some warrior saves the princess happily ever after. this is of how mortos got his pure hatred to all that dwell on the great land of draia. lets look back when he was one. Scullsyk looked over the edge of a building and attack is under way, i can feel it. He thought. He looked at the small but powerful batallion awaiting the signal. Over head, he saw a long march of creatures. little did he know, one of his own men, wished to be the controller of them. The marshy land that is now called grubani peninsula reeked of death. Death and decay. (( my first thread, join in if you like, and did i do good? lol))

what would be awsome is if the feros were a character! and the bronze plate is cool roja, you need to give me lessons on how to draw

ok,but i dont like changing past posts...post started with martos.

its a makeover from a song

well, mortos makes a better story then selain though...and this isn't history, just roleplaying

scullsyk saw the mercanaires, jumped down, and got the closest one into his black whole called a heart. he then heard crys, and saw bandits stealing away into the night, villagers dragging behind! he then abanded his post, collected a few men, and followed the trail. ((ill have one person with me, while the other decides the fate of the battle))

scullsyk quickly dragged the bodies to the house, and into the cellar. he was the one who knew how to take out happy_g the fastest. selos was wrong of course, happy_g had great power, and needed to come down fast. so then, he waited for them to wake up.

scullsyk, being well and alive, picked up his enchanted hammer. alluwen, give me enough strength to last this battle. he prayed. then, raising his hammer about his head, he threw it at the closest orc mage. the hammer struch home, and returned in his hand with just a bit of force. he then ralleyed the troops, and ordered them into the heart of the orc mages. which put the leader. "archers! elf! hit the warriors! mages, protect my dwarven warriors, we are going for the big guy!"

just then, out of nowhere, black smoke appeared. when it cleared away, a dwarf stood with his cloak over his face. he chanted a few words, and everyone fell down unconsious. "now their mine, scullsyk said.

very true, but fantasy needs some saet of rules, or there would be all hell in draia...that would be a cool day, all hell breaks loose, a giant invasion on every map exept ip, will exist till killed off. (not serious, so dont go complaining im changing the topic)

((i practice some magics...... not the easiest to accomplish... but ah well)) scullsyk looked among the faces to see mortos advancing his battalion. "wait!" cried scullsyk. "wait for them to reach the gate, then send everyone to meet there challenge." "ok, but be sure too leave some for defense" replied mortos. ((might not get to post much, with school and all))

i like trollsons idea. but divine protection makes it sound like an mm cloak... how about stone of reduced things you can do?

((man wheres zelse when you need him lol))

(( i wonder if i should be resurrected by this saint zelse))

lol i think you shouln't be pvping in c1 like they say but i think if someone kills you and takes your stuff or lets it disapear is a bj

A blunt looking dwarf hobbled out of the cave. he called to one of the mages doing healings. The mage raced to him and what was wrong. In the dwarves dying breath, he breathed two words in which no one ever thought was possible. "orc mages" After those two last words, the dwarf fell. The cadet knew it was too late, gave him alluwens blessing, and left. Later, two dwarves found him and realised their once great warrior scullsyk fell down to the wrath of the orcs. Promising revenge, they half carried, half dragged him to the city. Then ran back to tell the dwarves of their loss.

hmmm here how about this? the cure - lovesong the fray - over my head greenday and u2 - the saints are coming cranius - big blue dress (wow song) soad - soldier side soad - question the cure - killing of an arab all great songs lol

lol me and my teacher are going to see it when it comes out...shes buying lol. she forgot me this summer with the other kids...we do this money thing and i payed for it but she never wrote me down, shes buying me soda and popcorn because she forgot me lol no ones gonna read this huh?

just imagine a spider with 12000 health in pk

i wish i could participate...maybe i could fake sick for a week from school

lol speaking of halloween i just though of a great ghost storie. ill give you a hint: my neighbors house burnt down not a week ago