A Classic Joke -- Dedicated to a Favored Recent Memory
Dec 29, 2020 13:53:48 GMT -5
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Post by Natasha Ebonlocke on Dec 29, 2020 13:53:48 GMT -5
Recently, I had the honor of accompanying Lady Kat to Torghast. The two of us made short work of it together, and the RP within is a fond memory already as well. Nat got to be mentored even more by her respected teacher, and the two made an outstanding team in combat. In honor of this memory, I want to share a very old joke (I have no idea who the original author was, or I'd credit them, but it wasn't me) with you guys that our easy success reminded me of that day:
Just beyond the gates of the Undercity, a great Necropolis landed. Drawn by curiosity, the Lady Sylvanas herself went to see what was going on. From within its dark depths emerged a single warlock.
With a booming voice, the warlock challenged the entire army of the Undercity to combat with him. Intrigued, the Lady Sylvanas sent for her army and instructed them to meet with her in front of the Necropolis. Thinking that a mere one hundred men could silence this warlock, she sent them in. As they disappeared from view Lady Sylvanas heard fighting erupt. Men screamed in fury and pain and death. Minutes passed and none of her soldiers emerged. The warlock walked out, unphased and grinning, taunting the forces of the Undercity. "Surely you can do better!"
Slightly annoyed, Lady Sylvanas sent in a -thousand- men. Again, as they disappeared from view, she heard the sounds of combat. Men screamed in fury and despair and agony and death. Again, no Forsaken soldier emerged. The warlock came into view, laughing maniacally. "I'm very disappointed," he taunted again.
Furious over losing eleven hundred men for nothing, Lady Sylvanas sent in her entire army, thinking this time the entire Necropolis would be razed to the ground. She listened to the fighting, the roar of her magnificent army storming the necropolis, and, when it finally ceased, one Forsaken soldier emerged, obviously near the brink of death. He was burned half to a crisp, both legs missing. As he dragged himself back to his Lady, he gasped out his dying words. "It... was a trap... there were... TWO warlocks!"
Just beyond the gates of the Undercity, a great Necropolis landed. Drawn by curiosity, the Lady Sylvanas herself went to see what was going on. From within its dark depths emerged a single warlock.
With a booming voice, the warlock challenged the entire army of the Undercity to combat with him. Intrigued, the Lady Sylvanas sent for her army and instructed them to meet with her in front of the Necropolis. Thinking that a mere one hundred men could silence this warlock, she sent them in. As they disappeared from view Lady Sylvanas heard fighting erupt. Men screamed in fury and pain and death. Minutes passed and none of her soldiers emerged. The warlock walked out, unphased and grinning, taunting the forces of the Undercity. "Surely you can do better!"
Slightly annoyed, Lady Sylvanas sent in a -thousand- men. Again, as they disappeared from view, she heard the sounds of combat. Men screamed in fury and despair and agony and death. Again, no Forsaken soldier emerged. The warlock came into view, laughing maniacally. "I'm very disappointed," he taunted again.
Furious over losing eleven hundred men for nothing, Lady Sylvanas sent in her entire army, thinking this time the entire Necropolis would be razed to the ground. She listened to the fighting, the roar of her magnificent army storming the necropolis, and, when it finally ceased, one Forsaken soldier emerged, obviously near the brink of death. He was burned half to a crisp, both legs missing. As he dragged himself back to his Lady, he gasped out his dying words. "It... was a trap... there were... TWO warlocks!"
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