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old.Tyraette
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This thread is where everyone who wants to give Flesh abuse and shit can congregrate and share stories of what youd like to do to him. Pour out all your evil intentions towards the cute fluffy one in a creative and positive manner 
Lets make this thread the equivalent of the South Park 'omg they killed kenny' gimmick. Every post is to be a short descriptive paragraph or two about Flesh meeting his end in various creative DAoC related ways.
Baggsy Volcanic Pillar
lub j00 Flesh
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The battle was fading now, and the screams of the fallen and dying outweighed the harsher clatterings of steel on steel. Staggering behind leaded limbs, Flesh leaned against his sword, and tried to catch his breath. Though the battle had lasted perhaps only half an hour, the paladin was drained and utterly spent. He'd lost track of the number of times his sword had pierced the renegades defences. To conserve energy, he'd wait until an enemy was busy and distracted by fighting one of his realmmates, before slipping in when their guard was down, taking the kill.p)
Looking around, he could see that the tides of war had changed once again. Where two waves, two armies, had crashed against each other, only one now had the strength to continue. The renegades, their leader fallen, had all but retreated. Only a few pockets of resistance remained, dotted about the corpse strewn field.
Chanting softly to himself to give more heart and endurance, Flesh forced himself to his feet, and ambled towards one such group fighting for their lives. Shouting out, he began to chant a battle hymn, and the words gave greater hope to his realmates, whilst draining the morale further from the enemy.
Seeing the effect the paladin was having, an enemy Wizard backed away from the fray, and began to chant, the words becoming deeper, more alien and increasing in power and tone. As the incantation grew in strength, Flesh felt a tingling in his armour, growing hot to the touch.
Approaching the group, he noticed that the frayed leather edges of one of his realmates was smouldering, a small stream of smoke winding its way into the air. Frowning, he glanced down at his plated suit, and saw that it was starting to glow red. Panicking, he struggled to try and pull off his gauntlets, before catching the smirk on the wizards face. With mounting horror, he watched as the wizard waved sarcastically and laughed.
The burning increased, and spread until Flesh's skin singed, his pain receptors screaming out in despair. Screaming himself now, the paladin collapsed to the ground along with his screaming realmates, wracked in agony, entombed within his own armour. Unable to breath for heat, his vision swam, before an loud clap of thunder turned everything to dark.
Looking with barely concealed glue at the smoking corpses, the wizard smiled, and resumed the battle.
Lets make this thread the equivalent of the South Park 'omg they killed kenny' gimmick. Every post is to be a short descriptive paragraph or two about Flesh meeting his end in various creative DAoC related ways.
Baggsy Volcanic Pillar
lub j00 Flesh
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The battle was fading now, and the screams of the fallen and dying outweighed the harsher clatterings of steel on steel. Staggering behind leaded limbs, Flesh leaned against his sword, and tried to catch his breath. Though the battle had lasted perhaps only half an hour, the paladin was drained and utterly spent. He'd lost track of the number of times his sword had pierced the renegades defences. To conserve energy, he'd wait until an enemy was busy and distracted by fighting one of his realmmates, before slipping in when their guard was down, taking the kill.
p)Looking around, he could see that the tides of war had changed once again. Where two waves, two armies, had crashed against each other, only one now had the strength to continue. The renegades, their leader fallen, had all but retreated. Only a few pockets of resistance remained, dotted about the corpse strewn field.
Chanting softly to himself to give more heart and endurance, Flesh forced himself to his feet, and ambled towards one such group fighting for their lives. Shouting out, he began to chant a battle hymn, and the words gave greater hope to his realmates, whilst draining the morale further from the enemy.
Seeing the effect the paladin was having, an enemy Wizard backed away from the fray, and began to chant, the words becoming deeper, more alien and increasing in power and tone. As the incantation grew in strength, Flesh felt a tingling in his armour, growing hot to the touch.
Approaching the group, he noticed that the frayed leather edges of one of his realmates was smouldering, a small stream of smoke winding its way into the air. Frowning, he glanced down at his plated suit, and saw that it was starting to glow red. Panicking, he struggled to try and pull off his gauntlets, before catching the smirk on the wizards face. With mounting horror, he watched as the wizard waved sarcastically and laughed.
The burning increased, and spread until Flesh's skin singed, his pain receptors screaming out in despair. Screaming himself now, the paladin collapsed to the ground along with his screaming realmates, wracked in agony, entombed within his own armour. Unable to breath for heat, his vision swam, before an loud clap of thunder turned everything to dark.
Looking with barely concealed glue at the smoking corpses, the wizard smiled, and resumed the battle.