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LennonCook · 01-12-2002, 09:59 PM

The Misterious Elf, back in the throne room having stocked the bar, removes his flowing silver cloak and waves it about, such as a very brave man would at a rodeo. "OK, that spell wont work" he nflicks through a book sitting on a table next to him. "Aha. Here we go" he puts his cloak back on and Picks up his staff. He waves it around three times in a circle infront of him, suddenly the Orb at the top of it flashes once. Then the entire room flashes as if there is a thunderstorm outside it, as this flashing continues the Elf, suddenly sounding more menacing Shouts
"Oommu Tralza Arrious" He lifts his staff and the flashing stops, in a sudden violent explosion in the centre of the room, which does not seem to bother the Elf in the slightest, brings forth a great beast, a Dragon of no obvious colour, yet of every colour in existance.
The Elf speaks to the newly come spirit dragon.
"You have come, now you will fall"
With that he lifts up his staff and chants "Kilna Aremwa Withorn Arena" a great burst of concentrated energy bursts out of the top of his staff and hits the Spirit Dragon, which crumples beneath the force of the blast. He removes all the scales from the dragons body and lays them on the ground on the other side of the room. He waves his staff over them and suddenly they vanish, in their place 12 great cloaks.

Then he again removes his cloak and throws it onto the ground. Sitting the head of his staff ontop of it he mutters "Crayarm Sulye Multza" and a bulge appears in the middle of the cloak. The Elf then removes his staff, and picks up his cloak. He speaks to the newly come Goblin.
"Go to Floor 2, in the 351st room on the left, you will find a flag decorated with a head superimposed on baked goods. BRING IT HERE. "

[ 01-12-2002: Message edited by: SookmaCook ]

01-12-2002, 09:59 PM	#9
LennonCook Jack Burton Join Date: November 10, 2001 Location: Bathurst & Orange, in constant flux Age: 38 Posts: 5,452	The Misterious Elf, back in the throne room having stocked the bar, removes his flowing silver cloak and waves it about, such as a very brave man would at a rodeo. "OK, that spell wont work" he nflicks through a book sitting on a table next to him. "Aha. Here we go" he puts his cloak back on and Picks up his staff. He waves it around three times in a circle infront of him, suddenly the Orb at the top of it flashes once. Then the entire room flashes as if there is a thunderstorm outside it, as this flashing continues the Elf, suddenly sounding more menacing Shouts "Oommu Tralza Arrious" He lifts his staff and the flashing stops, in a sudden violent explosion in the centre of the room, which does not seem to bother the Elf in the slightest, brings forth a great beast, a Dragon of no obvious colour, yet of every colour in existance. The Elf speaks to the newly come spirit dragon. "You have come, now you will fall" With that he lifts up his staff and chants "Kilna Aremwa Withorn Arena" a great burst of concentrated energy bursts out of the top of his staff and hits the Spirit Dragon, which crumples beneath the force of the blast. He removes all the scales from the dragons body and lays them on the ground on the other side of the room. He waves his staff over them and suddenly they vanish, in their place 12 great cloaks. Then he again removes his cloak and throws it onto the ground. Sitting the head of his staff ontop of it he mutters "Crayarm Sulye Multza" and a bulge appears in the middle of the cloak. The Elf then removes his staff, and picks up his cloak. He speaks to the newly come Goblin. "Go to Floor 2, in the 351st room on the left, you will find a flag decorated with a head superimposed on baked goods. BRING IT HERE. " [ 01-12-2002: Message edited by: SookmaCook ]