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*Goes to the very familier chair at the fireplace*

Let's warm up this place a bit.

*Lights a candle on the old table beside the chair.
Goes to the fireplace and starts casting...*

FLAMESTRIKE!!!

*Calms down and puts out a few small flames on the carpet with Ice Lance.
Starts conjuring some cookies and finds some milk from her backpack.
Sits down in the huge chair, finds an old book from her backpack and start reading - just like the good old days*

Indeed... quite spooky to look through a diserted forum. *spooky ghost noises*

*mutters a bit at the icy wind blowing through the deserted Gatehouse*

Perhaps I can liven up the place a bit with some nice music... like Lyanthe's favourites or perhaps rather the more rustic tones of B's preferred choice.

Happy birthday from the Riverhands! And congratulations to your unreachable record of meeting the spirit healer. Some people start to fear death once they get older... Lilea certainly doesnt.

ZR

Aw, thankyou very much. That story is amazing! I... Don't know what to say. Thankyou.

*giggles*


*throws big birthday hugs to Lilea and hands death counter trophy*

A large group of hungry vultures circled in slow-motion high in the air over the dense jungle-ruins of Zul'Aman. The hungry creatures were well-attuned to signs of an imminent feast, their beady eyes focused intently on the lone traveller that was now making his way to the gates of the troll city. Wherever the tall, thin man and his horse would show up, there would be meals aplenty for the birds.
However, currently Death stopped in his tracks.
"Dear gods, not her again," he muttered. Even though she was one of his best customers, these collections were always a bit troublesome to him. Few people seemed to *revel* so much in dying as this one.

Lilea Nolt stood next to her corpse, exuding an air of great impatience. The spirit chicken next to her clucked merrily as it saw Death approach, greeting him as if he were an old friend.

"Res me, idiot!", the gnome yelled, her hollow voice echoing through the great beyond. She squinted, trying hard to peer through the shady veil and look at her fellows who were still in battle.

Death politely coughed. "Miss Nolt... how long has it been this time, ten minutes?"

"Naggirath!" she waved at him cheerfully, without once looking away, then suddenly her face lit up with joy.

"Quick! Quick!" From her pocket she produced a large paper card and held it out to Death.

Sighing, the latter took his quill and in a fluent motion marked off yet another box. This was all so undignified... Other people at least had the decency to die once and STAY dead; this one already had the mug and t-shirt and was currently saving up for the towel.

As Lilea's ghost disappeared, drawn back to her body once again, Death gently patted his horse.

"Time to go home again" he nodded.

But then, from the world of the living, he heard a shrill, high-pitched, excited voice.

"PYYYROOOOO PUUULLL"

The horse whinnied, and Death nodded.

"Yes. Perhaps we wait two more minutes. Might as well get that towel ready..."

(Happy birthday Mikkel!)

((We want pictures!))

(*snickers* an amusing read Rob!)

<A short note from Zelthar Riverhand, delivered by a Booty Bay courier, written on cheap paper with something, only goblins would call ink>


Dear fellows of the Hope,

I am not going into too many details now, but something that I always expected finally happend: As the investigations revealed, Volos - my useless cousin - was working on some sort of transportation device which resulted in "Translocation of a fraction of objects in a given radius around the issued device". Now dont ask me what that means, but as a result of this experiment, conducted by Volos, I found my self miles away from home. Apparently I was an "object" that got "translocated". That alone would not have been of too much trouble, but the fact that I had no horse, no gryphon, but instead I had my old table and one of my bookshelfs with me gave the entire situation a special touch. Those two parts apparetly got "translocated" as well, deep into the jungle of Stranglethorn... It took me a week to get south to Booty Bay, where I sold some of the books from the bookshelf to pay for the transportation back home - including some bribe for the Bootay Bay authorities.
Once I return, the first thing to do is to find Volos - dont warn him, so he cant escape.
I seriously hope that nobody else was affected by these "translocation"-experiments, but you will notice yourself: Either someone disappeared suddenly without a trace, or you find yourself in a place without knowing how you got here - dont mix this with waking up after the brewfest, thats not a real translocation issue.
I hope to see you all soon, depending on how fast I get my things sorted here in Booty Bay.

May the shadows protect you,

Zelthar Riverhand.



((I was moving house, was offline for quite a while and have still many things to do before I can spend my time in Azeroth again))