She was going on and on about what a wuss her previous partner was when all of a sudden, Dreadmoon showed up wielding a two handed rubber chickens. I tried to heal Corlia but my healing spells were interrupted by my bursts of uncontrollable giggling. By the end of the battle, her ghouls and I were convulsed in laughter. She glared at me and then left via a death knight gate.
Dreadmoon picked me up by the shoulder armor and demanded to know where Hawkens was. From what I heard the battle between Dreadmoon and Applebear leveled the tavern and ended with them both pummeling Hawkens with a pinata as the fight ended up as a Mexican standoff. As for me, I’m still hiding in Qamaits wine celler until things cool off or the tavern is rebuilt. /sigh
The honeymoon in Qamaits wine cellar was interesting, but when the fire elemental came out it turned explosive. However she horribly betrayed by knocking me before I could hearth out and when I came to it was to Qamaits and Sixenn watching me being hauled to jail by the cops.
Those were not regular cops. That was an SI-7 SDT (Special divorce tactics) fast response team.
Seems Gornur is wanted on two continents and a planet for serial marriage contract abuse, Using totems as marital aids without a license and keeping a fox pet against it’s will. Kuruma will be coming to stay with me. Stinky and Toasty are looking forward to their new little brother.
Snowy is MIA. No one has seen him anywhere. (burp’s up a white feather.) Really, don’t bother looking. He’s just gone. shrugs and tries to look innocent.
I busted out of jail only to discover that Sixenn had forged us a marriage license. I broke in “our” house where Kurama excitedly ran to me and our warm hearted reunion was cut short when Sixenn screamed at me and a white feather came out.
We knew at once what had occurred and with a savage roar Kurama bit her leg keeping in place, while I gutted her to free a traumatized Snowy. As she bleed the SI-7 SDT arrived, I paid my fines and they kept Sixenn’s soul in their shadowy prison for forging a marriage license.
Snowy is currently in therapy, Kurama is happy to back with us, and I’m once more on the prowl for love.
Yes well, this was kind of the main sticking point: a record undeclared. You came in all tailswag and teeth, and omfg that was dope… it melted me as you recall. Life is never so innocent, especially when one panders to Human leadership. I should have known early on which way this tree was gonna fall. That night in Feralas on the coast though, when you called your “friendly” giants in for “spice”. This was as good as it ever got. From then on out you were inviting hellhounds, centaurs, and even them little stick figure goblin things. In short, this really got weird. I’m a Pandaren, not a jungle gym!
Pulls Otaku to the side. Ok, hun no idea what you are saying here. This is like Gornur level incoherent. Maybe we should get you back together with him. Match made in heaven.
Tried to act like He really knew me then called me a grateful dead. Who does that even? Gornur that’s who found out he tried to have Sixenn Killed I got her body and her soul and force a bunch of priest and paladins to ress her and boy was she pissed.
No marriage here she in a kill mode and I am keeping away from it.
she changed. i mean literally
her hair, her clothes.
she went all gothy and started wearing dead flower wreaths in her hair.
i mean the plus side is she doesnt steal my clothes anymore, and she smells more like patchouli mixed with death, which was, i guess an improvement over ghoul breath and blood
still the same stuck up rift valley girl with the OMG attitude. Like she so GOTHY Like who does that? slipped a goblin teleport on her gown and set her packing to Org for a good time at her expense.
Then took time to loot her clothing again and leave some GOTHY LOOKS for her.
PS nice void Lingerie set makes note to leave those in her favorite Dalaran inn with a love note for some lucky finder.
Deadroom for two; she could somewhat stand the fact that I appeared out of nowhere on occasions in wreathes of green fire, she could kinda tolerate the late night hauntings (dreadful howls and rattling ghostly chains), she could ALMOST grind her teeth and bear The Wild Hunt (and Rexxar) tallyho-ing through the deadroom and our shared living (hahahaha “living”) room… but WHAT. SHE. COULD. NOT. STAND… was the green flaming hounds of heck chewing up her black gothy fuzzy bunny slippers in the mornings and got tired of tug of war to get them back day to day.
Kept trying to sacrifice my ghostly soul shouting “I have sacrificed everything what have you given?!?” While ignoring that I obviously had no body… shudders and I thought the crazy TROLL lady who kept trying to sacrifice my soul to the Light was bad…