Standing upon the smoking body of her previous phycologist, REINCARNATED into a new body, De-ja was ready once again to seek her revenge upon that foolish band of commoners that deared to discrace her in the bar that day.

My mistake was trusting those wolfs, i shall not make that mistake again. I shall take off to get back my almightly sword of incredible power, but first I must go to Sheograd - I have some recruiting to do.

(remember this is a progressive role play, anything goes, make it whacky, outrageous and stupid, just don't kill off another persons charecter)

Stilu was sat in The eight plates, thinking about his marriage with Eranya. He was well into his eighth flin, but he didn't seem drunk at all.

once again the day darkened into night, and once again day would not come again, just as before - in de jas origional form

Stilu sensed that something was wrong. Frowning, he looked around, hand on dagger.

In her libary De-ja poured through the books in her study. She must find that spell!

runestorm took his deadric battle axe out of the golden saints head and wiped the dark blood of with his fingers he continued into the dark ruin wth a torch in one hand and axe in the other

after a good loot runestorm surfaced from the depths of the ruin and swam back to gnaar mok he pulled him self from the water and looked around he didnt know what it was felt strange the town was empty and it was the middle of the day casting the spell moonshadow he dissapeared from the sight of the real world and ran south to the caldera road

runestorm ran through the night sky and reached balmora he entered his favroute watering hole the eight plates the bar was quiet exept for the bar man and a figure in the corner he couldnt see his face for the shadow cast on him he did notice he was clutching his blade runestorm aproached the bar man slowly

Taking a discrete ruby from her robes, De-Ja cast a powerful spell upon it. Laughing menacingly she ran ourtside. Taking flight on her magic carpet she started to use the ruby to home in on the sword

Then Nelaas flew aside of De-Ja and reminded her that the skooma she smoked the night before was very strong and that the effects could last for days. And as he smiled through the pink clouds, flowers blossomed atop his head as the garden gnomes trimmed the thick beard growing on his eyes.

"Curse this bloody weather!" He yelled at the literally bleeding skies. Just then, the ruby in De-Ja's hand turned into a red fairy, and flew around her head in quick circles, as Puff the Magic Dragon snorted an ounce of Moon Sugar and said in a slurred voice, "Hey...uh, you got any gum?"

De-ja glared at Nelaas from the wrong side of the prison bars (the side noone wants to be on!)
Well what else am I meant to do in here appart from indulge myself with such activitys, and of course plan my escape

*heee heeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee*

Then Nelaas thumped himself on the head singing row row your boat backwards and poking his eyes with kagouti horns and said, "Don't worry muthsera, the little elfs will blow the fool upon the hill into Oblivion if he caws like a moo moo and sings I'm a Little Teapot with his hands in his mouth. And by the way, the skooma was my sister's p...uh, nevermind. hehehe...he, eh..oh. Um, why is the sky pink?"

Where is the justice, you should be in here NOT ME!!!

though you didn't unlease the werewolves of tamreil upn the stupid citizens of vvardenfell and lead a revolt of the dunmer


*evil laugh*

Yeah, and remember when I lead the Argonians against the Legionares at Soulrest and Blackrose and killed thousands of Imperials and killed the Emperor's son by accident and summoned Hircine and gave Dagoth Ur the heart and slaughtered Sotha-Sil and gave Alma the happy pills along with Bralthizar's ring and.......this isn't helping me, isn't it?

*OMFG you B*****d, F*** B****** S*** C***** ARRRRRRRRRRRR

YOu should be here not meeeeeee


WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa