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07-07-2016, 12:28 PM
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The Day P99 Killed Tekilya
Tekilya stood before the mirror a broken man - not of body, but certainly of spirit. Naked and alone, he studied himself in the reflection. Unwashed and bearded, the only clean area he could see was where the tears made runnels down his left cheek opposite his eye patch.
The years had not been kind to Tekilya. Florid Lotus had taken Siza and Bollokks and moved to Freeport so she could “find herself”, and young Filbus had deserted him to join a traveling caravan in the Karanas where he was a slave to Rustle Leaf addiction. Alone…yes…so very alone. Where had it all gone wrong? But of course he knew this answer. It was the same answer that haunted him day in and day out - The day his title had been stripped from him - he knew it in his heart that that was the day his world ended. Tekilya closed his eyes and prayed that today would be the day he died. He had lost everything – His wife, his children, his best friend, his mentor, the war – There was nowhere left for a has been monk in the new era of Norrath. A knock at the door “5 minutes” the voice said Staring into the darkness Tekilya began filling his heart with hatred. Hatred for himself, hatred for the world, hatred for anything and everything that had ever lived. Several minutes past, and Tekilya eventually opened his door and started down the dusty hallway - walking with purpose of a man possessed. The solider who was standing guard saluted and began walking towards the light at the end of the hallway with him. As Tekilya exited the tunnel he was blinded by the sudden heat of the sun and the roar of the crowd. “ALL HAIL TEKILYA – FIST OF THE CELESTIAL – HIGH PROTECTOR OF QEYNOS – SLAYER OF BDA - CHAMPION OF SKY” the announcer screamed at the top of his lungs as the crowd exploded into cheers. 50,000 citizen of Qeynos in the sold out arena, all here to see Tekilya Wu’Tang battle on the sands. Tekilya raised his face to the sun – eyes closed. He slowly raised his hands over his head and slammed them down as he released a spine chilling scream of madness and opened fiery eyes that burned with the intensity of the Plane of Fire itself. Rallos Zek himself trembled at the ferocity Warlord Sirken stood and the crowd grew instantly silent “Children” Sirken said as he surveyed the crowd, “Our Lord – God Emperor Rogean – Has seen fit to bring balance to the world this day” “I GIVE TO YOU – BRAKNAR THE UNWASHED” The crowd went hysterical as the Dwarf stepped onto the sands and stood facing Tekilya, grinning smugly as he bowed and pandered to the audience. The legend of Braknar removing Tekilya Wu’Tang’s title, not once, but twice, had become a legend in Norrath. Tekilya stared forward and blinked – blackness, then light Tekilya stared forward and blinked – blackness, then light Tekilya stared forwards and blinked – Red Tekilya crouched in tiger stance and exploded into his forms – Braknar raised his 2 handed sword over his head and bellowed a chant of paladin protection. Tek landed within striking distance of the dwarf, and as Braknars eyes got wide and his sword began to swing down with brutal force, it suddenly fell from his hands as strength left his arms. Braknar fell to his knees and looked down at the hole in his chest with disbelief. As he looked up, he saw Tekilya taking a bite out of his still beating heart, bathing his face in the blood. As Braknar gasped his last breaths, Tekilyas took another bite of the heart before he crushed and sent a flying dragon kick that caught Braknar in the neck…ripping through flesh and bone, decapitating the dwarfs head. Tekilya picked up the dwarf head and raised it high over his head – the crowd cheered and began chanting “Wu’Tang, Wu’Tang, Wu’Tang, Wu’Tang”. The blood soaked monk was still seeing red, he turned to Warlod Sirken and threw the Dwarf head at him – blood and gore spewing all over Sirken. “I WILL TEACH YOU RESPECT PLEB” “Sikren Screeched “TEKILYA” he bellowed to the skies, war axe held high to the air –But nothing happened Stunned, Sirken took a step back and said again – “TEKILYA” – still nothing “TEKILYA, TEKILYA, TEKILYA” – yet nothing was happening. As the gore covered monk drew closer to Sirken, the Warlord was visibly shaken and trembling. Never before had his Death Touch not been absolute in its power. Sirken hesitated, eyes darting wildly side to side “WU’TANG” he screamed – and with that black lightning descended from the skys, striking Tekilya in the forehead. As his body convulsed, Tekilya made eye contact with Sirken… and smiled. Finally – the world could not deny his true name, his birth right, the reason for his existence. As Tekilya laid on the ground, his life blood draining from his body, the light of his fists fading, he closed his eyes and said but a single word “Wu’Tang……” LOADING PLEASE WAIT... TLDR: Braknar nerf'd my mother f#cking name again - FFAAATTTTNNNAAAARRRRRRRRR | ||
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07-07-2016, 01:00 PM
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belongs in recycle bin
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07-07-2016, 01:03 PM
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Did Sirken restore it?
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07-07-2016, 01:43 PM
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