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12-04-2017, 09:27 AM
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Manasana vs. Sadiki
[You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] (actual depiction of how Manasana views himself) Part 2: Manasana vs. Sadiki: A Shared Lust (for Battle) The cover of darkness hangs over the vast plains of Antonica, the rain is relentless, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminates the landscape. Manasana has chosen this terrain to settle his blood feud with Sadiki Senshiro. The druid waits under the ancient spires that rise from the ground like towering giants. The bard is no where in sight, just as Manasana was thinking the coward wouldn't show he heard a taunting melody reverberate about the pillars around him. As he turned, Manasana saw Sadiki standing in the distance, holding a blade of legend rarely seen in Norrath. "We finish this tonight 'Sana, too long have I stood in your shadow" declared Sadiki amongst the crackling thunder. His blade glowed a bright blue and he charged at the druid with blinding speed. Manasana pointed his scimitar at Sadiki and an enormous griffin swooped down from the spires and tackled the bard to the ground! It's great talons and hooked beak ripped Sadiki's armor to shreds and bloodied his skin. It would have ripped his liver clean out of his body if it wasn't for a carefully timed swing of his blade, decapitating the vile creature. Just as he thought he would regain the upper hand Manasana shoved his hand deep within the earth and roots thicker than ogre limbs rose from the ground and entwined the bard, rending him motionless. "Such a pitiful man, there is a reason you were kept under my boots all these years... you simply were no match for me!" He held his scimitar over Sadiki's abdomen and was preparing to disembowel the bard when a lioness leapt onto the druids back and dug her teeth into his shoulder. "But how..?!" wondered the druid, as he turned to see his once animal companion gaze locked upon his... her eyes glowed the same bright blue as Sadiki's blade. "Easy my pretty..." whispered the bard into the lioness' ear, "He must suffer greatly for the years of humiliation I've endured". The lion took his wrist in her maw and slowly closed her mouth until the crunching of bone and wailing screams pleased her new master. Out of options, Manasana closed his eyes and prayed to Karana, a great wind swept around the druid and lifted him into the sky! He disappeared above the plain in a portal, as Sadiki cursed his name he saw a mystical pink flash of lightning near the gypsy camp across the plain. In a flash nearly as quick as the lightning itself Sadiki took off running across the land. As he reached the gypsy camp he realized his error as he stumbled into a series of snares that had been prepared by the druid. As he tried to loose his limbs he heard a twisting of bark and rustling of leaves from a great tree behind him... in an instant it changed into it's true form and Manasana slashed his scimitar across the bards back, the streaming blood quickly drowned out by the pouring rain. Sadiki spun and threw a small knife directly into the druid's foot. Manasana screamed, interrupting the spell he was just chanting. Momentarily having the upper hand, Sadiki wasted no time and swung his blade towards the druid's neck. Manasana disappeared just at the moment of impact into an ethereal mist, the blade swooshed through and hit nothing but air! At the base of the mist rose a mighty wolf that lunged at the bard and tore his bracers clear off his forearm, it would have ripped his throat in an instant if it wasn't for the quick thinking of Sadiki: He slammed his Singing Steel Short Sword against a nearby rock and it vibrated at a frequency that caused a horrible pain amongst the lupine kind. The wolf yelped and howled and had no choice but to revert back to it's natural form to avoid the painful ringing! Sadiki grabbed a hold of the druid and blew into his magic piccolo, transporting them across the land. With every other swing of his short sword the bard would teleport the druid, keeping him off balance and disorienting him. As they rematerialized Manasana wasted no time and held his arms out wide and caused a massive earthquake that leveled the bard to the ground! He followed him down and wrestled him in the mud. The battle had caused their armor to rip and be cut loose. Sadiki's slim, yet rippled chest was exposed, the rain drops beading on his skin. Manasana stared at him, fighting his carnal desires. "You're... stronger than I thought..." he said. Sadiki swept the druid and then held him to the ground. Manasana's own chest was exposed, so hairy and lush that even a sparrow would find it a suitable nesting ground. Sadiki hovered over him with bated breath. "And I didn't think someone could so... dominate me. In battle! In battle I meant!" Manasana held his finger up to Sadiki's lips, "Shhh..." he whispered "I know, I've always known". Sadiki fought his emotions but collapsed in a crying heap on Manasana's chest. He pounded on the druids chest in a fit of rage, "Then why?! Why mistreat me all these years??? Why not tell me how you felt?!" Exhausted he rolled over in the mud and sobbed gently. Manasana rolled over to comfort him. "Sadiki... I'm co-leader of the Blood Guard, I need to present myself in a certain way. Please understand that. Norrath just wouldn't understand our love." "Our love..?" Sadiki rolled with hopeful eyes. "I've always loved you, you crazy fool." reassured the druid. They stood up and held hands, Sadiki moved in close to kiss his forbidden lover, but Manasana stopped him. "No, not here" he said looking around nervously, anxiously. "That farm shack over there is never occupied..." They walked hand in hand through the door and closed it behind them. Alas, the pair consummated their love in front of the hearth on a bed of leaves from Manasana's magical scimitar and to the singing notes of Sadiki's sword. If only the citizens Norrath could feel the love in that room that night... a love unmatched in all the lands.
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Wedar - Level 60 Grandmaster (Retired)
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12-04-2017, 10:21 PM
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#5
12-03-2017, 11:54 PM
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Well that's a great question and a matter of historical debate. In my estimate, Spyders account of filbus as a broken husk is partly accurate and partly delusion.
It is known that Filbus has spent at least two significant stretches in a PTSD haze, especially when he lost the favor of Bristlebane and led many halflings their death in the horror of Runnyeye. So there is some truth in the drama Spyder73 presents. However, specifics of Filbus's mental break are all wrong; to presume he was a slave of Kekephee, the worst bard of All Time, is a joke. Much of Spyders autistic tale were produced as propaganda to work against BDA and the hero Filbus (although the authors paradoxical, extreme homo erotic love interest for the Lord of the Thicket is obvious). Other aspects of the work of Spyder are historically accurate, especially his recounting of the divine Asgardians and their defeat of BDA. The line "BOW DOWN FAGGOTS" was a literal account of Chests words to his now deceased guild. All historians agree that Asgard, led by Pint, was a righteous guild and this was proven by the time they went class C when BDA ruined the rotation with wilful manipulation. Whereas Rygars discovery of the voyeur Sadiki's journal was immediately accepted by academic authorities as a legitimate expansion of The Filbus Chronicles, one must read the deeply autistic Spyders work with a grain of salt and a tongue in cheek. Much of that record was translated from feces smeared on the cell we found Tekilya in. Surely it is impressive a retard could craft such a tale, especially one with themes rooted in truth. But it is, ultimately, the work of a delusional beggar who has long masturbate to the Filbus chronicles from afar. | ||
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12-05-2017, 01:28 PM
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I heard he is working on the sequel and will present it soon enough! Also promised more detailed love scenes with assorted other well-known figures of the community! | |||
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12-05-2017, 02:36 PM
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"Please stop. How do I make it stop?" Sadiki groaned.
"YOU DON'T," Lady Vox said. The ancient ice dragon grabbed Sadiki and jammed the elf into place on the strapon belt she wore. Vox clambered up onto the back of Lord Nagafen - doggystyle - and started pegging him. Sadiki closed his eyes in fear as his body - a living dildo - rammed up into Nagafen's scaley butthole. He started sweating in the fire dragon's hot innards; his elf sweat was the perfect lubricant; Nagafen moaned in pleasure, Vox pumped harder, and suddenly, Sadiki was pushed up further than ever before and found himself face to face with Lord Nagafen's draconic prostate. Sadiki lashed out with his fists. He hoped to hurt the dragon from within so that his imprisonment as a draconic sex toy would finally come to an end. A week before, Wedar had sold him into slavery to the infamous couple, and now the elf finally saw his opportunity to strike back. His fists struck Naggy's prostate. The flesh unfolded and peeled away under the elf's hands. It was actually a Cloak of Flames. "NGGGHHH FUCK ME HARDER BITCH" Nagafen shrieked. "IT FEEL SO GOOG." Vox's hips tremored as the reverse dildo jammed the dwarf cleric against her immense clitoris. But she thrusted mightily and bit into the back of Nagafen's neck. Sadiki found himself ripped in and out, in and out, until suddenly Vox accidentally pulled him all the way out. "PUT IT BACK IN" Lord Nagafen pleaded eagerly. Lady Vox obliged, but in her haste she didn't guide Sadiki into the orifice, and Sadiki's frail elf body smashed into Nagafen's gooch and his neck snapped. Lady Vox said, "yikes, we lost another one." Then she pulled Sadiki out of her strap-on rig and flung his dead body against the wall, where it splattered and fell onto a pile of fetid corpses piled by Magi Rokyl's spawn point. Lord Naggy looked over his shoulder with angry, slitted eyes and said, "You bitch! You ruined him on purpose. Now I'm not going to fuck you for another THOUSAND YEARS." He flew up in the air - flamboyantly - and with a raging lisp cursed Vox and their meathead son Kerafyrm. Lady Vox departed the flaming halls, reminded all too well why they lived separately. Let Nagafen stay in his flaming chambers to be penetrated by the Fire Giants. And she would enjoy the cold crystalline fingers of the ice giants exploring her caverns. As she flew back to permafrost, she avoided the Misty Thicket. A great danger rested there. The one being whomstd've fucked ALL the dragons. She did not want to awaken him from the Jum-induced stupor that the Gods had banded together to afflict him with. No, better not to risk his anger. Instead, she flew over a band of <Aftermath> nerds who were recharging at the barbarians in West Karanas and queefed majestically overhead, instantly killing them all. | ||
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12-05-2017, 07:34 PM
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12-05-2017, 07:36 PM
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