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       Barronvonburps wants to be owner.
       By: Barronvonburp Date: December 23, 2014, 6:13 pm
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       1: I am 15
       2: 
       The Benefactor
       The Stronghold
       Qetz finally arrived at Mcilrath's fortress, built on top of a
       massive mountain in the Giantspire Mountains, north of the Long
       Road. He infiltrated the fort, and slew many soldiers. However,
       he suddenly realized an orc had been following him, and that he
       was from the Thurgbesh Tribe. Qetz confronted the young orc
       named Yargjolh’tuv, and discovered that he was an aspiring
       adventurer. Qetz was always willing to pass on his wisdom, so he
       allowed Yarg to accompany him (Qetz figured two heads were
       better than one, even if one head lacked experience).
       Qetz and Yarg stealthily made their way through the fort,
       slitting guards’ throats as they went. As they were passing
       through one gate, disaster struck. A portcullis slammed shut
       between Yarg and Qetz, and a squadron of sentinels sprung their
       trap. Qetz watched helplessly as they disarmed his companion and
       dragged him away. He had no idea where the dungeon was.
       While Qetz was searching for Mcilrath, he encountered the
       leader’s second-in-command, a dragonborn captain named
       Paarth’uin. Paarth’uin was known for his obedience and loyalty
       to Mcilrath. He shouted “Intruder!”, but not a single living
       guard was within earshot. Qetz and Paarth’uin circled each
       other. Qetz lunged, and soon the captain was badly wounded. To
       Qetz’s surprise, Paarth’uin jumped out of the turret, hit the
       ground, and stopped moving. Qetz decided the captain was dead,
       so he continued his search for the commander.
       When he finally found Tim Mcilrath the Murderous monstrosity, a
       vengeful Qetz fought him in an epic battle, and eventually
       triumphed. In Mcilrath's quarters, however, was a dragon egg:
       Tim Mcilrath the Murderous monstrosity’s son! Qetz felt bad
       about killing the dragonborn’s father and adopted the egg. When
       he descended the stairs, he glanced out the window, only to
       realize the captain he thought was dead was gone… Paarth’uin had
       been playing dead!
       When the egg hatched, a ferocious, agitated, and deadly
       youngling emerged. The dragon often burped, and was named
       “Barron von Burp.” Qetz never discovered The Benefactor’s
       identity.
       The Barron Hatches
       Burp’s egg hatched under very peculiar circumstances. A group of
       devil-worshippers attempted to steal and eat the egg. Qetz
       fought valiantly, but the Infernal magic the cultists used was
       overpowering him. However, Burp hatched just at that moment, and
       the cultists were in such awe of the fearsome beast that Qetz
       was able to slay every last one of them.
       Barron von Burp showed an affinity for magic at a young age, and
       grew up to be a powerful sorcerer. Qetz was impressed by Barron
       von Burp’s arcane power and began to learn spells. Another
       connection between them was the fact that they were as mad as
       bunnies in a basket. They always heard strange voices. Sometimes
       they could silence the voices, but then they ate cheese and just
       wanted to kill things.
       Devils in Baldur’s Gate
       Another adventure the dynamic duo (Qetz was older, so he was
       Batman, and Burp was Robin) had took place in the Cloak Wood. A
       group of devil-worshippers, another cell in the organization
       that Qetz was trying to dismantle, and the same organization
       Qetz had been fighting when Burp had hatched, were kidnapping
       people from Baldur’s Gate. The victims’ mutilated bodies were
       found floating in the river that went through Baldur’s Gate.
       The pair was following a lead from an informant who had left
       them a letter, but had never met them in person, which detailed
       the cultists’ location. [Andrew insert action here]
       Banking, Teaching, and Record-keeping
       The Edmunds had only lived Split for a short while. Jedmund
       Edmund was a traveling merchant from the mainland. He was
       passing through Waterdeep when he encountered Qetz, who
       described to Jedmund the various opportunities in Split. The
       merchant was curious, and moved to the town. At first, Jedmund
       didn't seem to fit in with the other townsfolk. However, his
       sons, Nedmund Edmund and Fredmund Edmund, fit In perfectly.
       The Thiefs
       One fine day in the middle of the night, Qetz and Burp returned
       home from a trip to Waterdeep, but Split was eerily quiet.
       “Something’s wrong,” Barron announced.
       “Yeah, we figured,” said Zaite. There were lights flickering in
       the manor windows.
       Qetz cursed. “Intruders!”  he hissed.
       “Zaite, get Paddrik and tell him to sound the alarm.”
       “What are you going to do?” Zaite asked the duo.
       Qetz simply smiled and  walked onto the pier, unsheathing his
       sword and calling fire to his hand.
       [andrew insert combat here]
       They finally arrived in the council chamber, in the northern
       part of the Court. “Welcome,” said a deep voice, “we have been
       waiting for you. This is quite an impressive dwelling.” There
       was a bladeling flanked by two githyanki armed with greatswords.
       The three of them wore intimidating armor that looked trollish
       in origin. “Deal with them.” He ran out a door on the far side
       of the room. It led to the living quarters and training ground.
       “Go! I’ll hold them off!” Qetz said.
       Barron ran after the bladeling, sliding over the first
       githyanki’s sword and leaping over the other. The bladeling
       slammed doors behind him, and Barron kept breaking them down.
       They emerged on the training grounds, and the thief scrambled
       into the armory. He grabbed a shortsword and made his last
       stand.
       Barron shot a firebolt at the intruder, but it was easily
       dodged. Melee it is, he thought as he drew his sword. [Andrew
       insert action here]
       The intruder fell to one knee. Defeated, he shouted, “For the
       Slug-Lord Baalzebul!” and he stabbed himself with the
       shortsword. “
       Ghosts of Gargoyle Castle
       Qetz and Burp were adventuring in Daggerdale, searching for
       treasure. A local innkeeper had told them of a haunted castle
       with strange noises coming from within. The dynamic duo agreed
       to investigate, despite the innkeeper’s warnings that such an
       escapade was incredibly dangerous. “We laugh in the face of
       danger!” they exclaimed.
       And thus the pair set out for the castle, packing lightly,
       anticipating much loot. They arrived around late-afternoon, or
       prevening as some call it. The castle was made of dark basalt,
       and it was quite massive. The castle was shaped like a hexagon,
       with a tower in each corner and a seventh in the middle.
       Imposing statues of beasts stood on the battlements. The
       southeastern gate was wide open. The adventurers did the
       blindingly obvious thing, and walked in with complete disregard
       for their safety.
       The castle’s courtyard contained a wilted garden, with rocky
       debris strewn across the ground. The stone didn’t appear to have
       come from the walls, which were completely intact. Instead, it
       seemed as if the  rocks had been sculptures at one time. “Very
       peculiar,” Qetz said to himself and his companion, “there are no
       records of a dark forbidding castle in this part of The
       Dalelands.”
       “Perhaps it’s an arcane castle that disappears?”
       “I am sensing some powerful illusion magic and… something else…
       we are being watched by unnatural eyes.”
       “That’s comforting. Is there danger?” Burp inquired, igniting
       his hands in preparation for combat, “and if so, can I burn it?”
       Before Qetz could respond, there was a wail that came from deep
       inside the keep.  It was unnatural and sent shivers down their
       spines. It was similar to a ghoulish nightmare that would
       frighten the superstitious. “Shall we investigate?” Qetz asked.
       “Duh.”
       They charged deeper into the castle. There were numerous
       statues of beasts, demons, devils, and undead. The hallways and
       stairwells descended deeper into the castle, seeming to go on
       forever. Finally, Qetz and Burp arrived in an enormous
       underground chamber that appeared to be a dining hall. There was
       a large fireplace on the left wall, and another set of doors on
       the right. A tall throne sat at the far end of the chamber.
       There were no tables, but the overpowering aroma of food came
       from the doors on the right wall.
       “Is this a throne room?” Qetz asked no one in particular,
       “because if it is, why is that throne facing away from us?” The
       throne was on top of a massive staircase, giving someone below
       and speaking up to the top a sense of insignificance and fear.
       On the back of the throne were pictures of flowers, trees, and
       other plants. A pair of stone humanoids stood in the far
       corners, watching with blank, featureless faces. Burp noticed a
       strange amulet with a piece of obsidian hanging from it. He
       thought it was interesting, so he put it his pack.
       “How dare you enter my domain!” a sharp, harsh, malicious
       woman’s voice shouted, “Why have you pathetic mortals crawled
       into my kingdom? To steal my children? My tomes, grimoires, and
       scrolls? My power? Or are you poor, lost, helpless wanderers?
       You shall die, no matter your reason for coming here! The only
       question is, ‘How painful must your deaths be?’”
       “We did not mean to intrude upon your domain. We are simply
       passing through,” Qetz said.
       “Lies! Do not deceive Luthic, orcish goddess of caves and the
       ground! I shall grind you into dust!”
       The stone humanoids suddenly came to life, and stone warhammers
       rose out of the ground and into their hands. Burp and Qetz could
       see a sphere of energy emanating from the throne. The sphere was
       growing, and they sensed that they didn’t want to be anywhere
       near this castle when it reached full size. They dashed up the
       stairs, but the sphere was close behind. Whenever they passed a
       statue, they could hear it coming to life and beginning to chase
       them.
       By the time they reached daylight, nearly a hundred stone
       monsters were pursuing them. The sphere of energy was still
       close behind them. They ran for the gates, and barely escaped
       the statues. The stone monsters stopped just before the gate,
       and stared at Burp and Qetz. “Fools! I shall find you and
       destroy you! You cannot hide from the Queen of The Earth and
       Stone!”
       The Tomb and The Island
       23 years later, they were on their way to the legendary Tombs of
       Deckon Thar, and passed through Silverymoon. While in the city,
       they heard of a recent event that was frightening, but did not
       deter them from entering the Tombs. A group of scavengers had
       looted the Tombs, but after returning to Silverymoon, the town
       awoke in the morning to find them dead, stripped of the things
       they took from The Chieftains of Gold (note to Andrew: the
       Chieftains of Gold were bandit lords who were buried in Deckon
       Thar). Inscribed on the corpses’ flesh were the words, “Disturb
       not the Mound King.” Our intrepid pair, of course, took the
       warning as a challenge.
       Qetz had left The Court of The Laughing Sword in the care of
       Aaed Ilsun, a trusted friend who had comforted greedy Billy
       after the bird's position as Qetz's best friend was usurprised
       by Burp. The villagers were always upset when Qetz and Burp left
       the island, and Aaed always was the one to calm everybody down.
       Aaed and Qetz were the same age and had been close friends for
       as long as they could remember. Aaed's parents had been eaten by
       a shark traveling back from business on the mainland, and before
       she disappeared, Glajvarunta treated Aaed like her own son.
       Barron’s Disciples
       As Barron grew older, he wished to be a father figure to
       someone, like Qetz was to him, but unfortunately no one was
       willing to give away their child, or in some cases, children, to
       Barron. As such, Barron created a magical arts school in the
       Shivering Isles. Barron’s disciples, for the most part, were
       disloyal, and wished only to kill with the powers they thought
       would be imbued inside of them. When Barron taught the school,
       how to use cosmic magic on a weapon, he found several of his
       most disruptive students, six to be exact, were harassing one
       man, a martial artist who went by the name of “Marvelous
       Tarkus”, or “Tarkus” for short, who had been attending this
       class in hopes of learning how to protect himself from magical
       attackers. Tarkus, used a club that was almost as tall as
       Tarkus, who was 5’ 6”. Tarkus noticed Barron, while the students
       were too focused on Tarkus to even realise that Barron existed.
       The disruptive students attacked Tarkus, but Barron didn’t
       interfere, he wanted to have a test between his disciples.
       Tarkus expected this, and as such already had his club loose,
       and the second the disciples had drew their weapons, Tarkus’s
       club was already being drawn. An apprentice got the first
       strike, he lunged at Tarkus with a sword sharper than Barron’s
       own sword, however it didn’t have the abillity to light things
       on fire. He stabbed at Tarkus, who gracefully dodged out of the
       way, and with one powerful blow, sent the apprentice crashing
       through the stone wall, and into the sparring room. Barron
       amused himself by thinking, that’s one way to make an entrance…
       Then an apprentice grappled Tarkus into the chamber, but Tarkus
       broke free and sent him crashing into the ground, with a sharp
       snapping sound. The next apprentice shot a bolt of fire at
       Tarkus, who absorbed the blow with his metallic club, and then
       his club began to shimmer with the fire crushed the
       The Clockwork
       Tarkus was approaching a city, out in the wilderness of the
       shivering isles, a city that was recently erected, at a
       paranormal speed. Tarkus, was sent by the Court Of The Laughing
       Sword, because they needed to see if this new city would join
       them, but Barron and Qetz, were away on a journey. It took
       Tarkus a few weeks, but he eventually made it to the new town.
       It had giant grandfather clocks, the size of buildings. But the
       city was completely desolate. In fact it was so empty that the
       only noise that was emitted was Tarkus’s footsteps, and his
       heavy breath. As he looked around the city, Tarkus found himself
       checking behind himself quite often. He always found nothing was
       lying in wake behind him to murder him horrendously. He turned
       and started to leave the city he heard the largest clockwork
       tower strike 12 noon. And when the bells finished ringing, the
       denizens of the city all came out at once.
       The citizens of this clockwork city, were all machines, and
       completely aware of everything that happens inside of the city.
       And so Our Story Begins...
       They were hunting in a Tomb of Deckon Thar, fighting undead and
       avoiding traps. As Barron, and Qetz, walked through the tomb,
       they were ambushed by a group of undead in a room nearly
       deprived of oxygen. Barron readied his flaming hands, but
       started to suffocate when he activated them, while Qetz, was
       unable to use his fire sword. Great. There were over 25+ undead,
       things, none of them looked particularly weak. In Fact, they
       looked strong enough to punch through the doors, they look up,
       there is a door, but not just any old door. A door made of solid
       Incoloy 800, (to all: A iron based superalloy with a melting
       range of 246(T)) Barron, and Qetz, need a miracle to get through
       this. And a miracle is what happens, as Barron and Qetz, inch
       their way to the other door, dodging hordes of undead attacks,
       they try to open it, where is the knob? There was no knob, there
       was no spork either but that’s rather irrelevant. Either way, as
       the mob of undead slowly paced it’s way toward Barron and Qetz,
       when Qetz was struck, with a genius idea. As the undead
       approached them, Qetz told Barron to let the undead break down
       the door, if it doesn’t open it at least breaks the undeads
       hands. It, did something. The undeads limbs were fractured at
       best, so they had all the time in the world now to figure this
       out, the door was in-graved with a riddle, it says: “What
       occludes the mind”, and as Barron and Qetz, meditated on it, and
       out of the blue, Barron walked up to the door, and said fear as
       confidently as he could. The door opens, the answer was fear,
       fear is the mind killer. Qetz taking this as a sign to ignore
       danger, walked forward, and stepped onto a pressure plate, an
       arrow went flying out of a trap.
       Just before he could react, Qetz took an arrow to the knee. The
       arrowhead was made of a strange metal, but they had no time to
       get it examined, they pulled it out of Qetz, and applied
       bandages, and rested for a little while. When they awoke, they
       were surrounded by the devout acolytes of a self proclaimed
       mangodking, as they were dragged out of the dungeon, they let
       themselves be taken to wherever it was, they always had the
       ability of magic if worst came to worst. They were throw in a
       cart, transported to a dock, and then were taken to an uncharted
       land, of which had a giant spire, an almost surreal spire, with
       a sense of holiness, even from the atheist adventuring duo, the
       mangodking was there, sitting in his throne, a cloak covering
       his face. His upper torso is bulky, he speaks: “Who is brought
       before the mangodking?” he asks, he sounds old and gruff, Barron
       responds in a crass voice, “Oh your majesty, just a humble
       servant”, Barron suddenly goes flying into a room several walls
       over, Qetz senses a form of dark magic, a powerful concentration
       seeps from the walls, Qetz draws his sword, tries to ignite it
       using his magic, it doesn’t ignite, he notes as his energy is
       being drawn to the Mangodking’s sword. The mangodking chuckles,
       and says: “Do you like it, it’s called by many names, the
       devourer, retribution, et cetera” and he unsheathed it. It was a
       katana sword with the words “Justice” and “Vengeance” engraved
       on the side. As Barron got back on his feet, he seemed to be
       filled with anger and strife for this man, and tried to ignite
       the mangodking in a blaze of a fiery cosmic hellstorm, but all
       that happened was a small ember fell upon the mangodking’s
       cheek, and he laughed brushed the ember off, and levitated his
       two new prisoners, and bound them using a strange, obscene spell
       to keep them in place, and the mangodking dragged out a
       dragonborn, slightly older than barron, and she shouted in some
       dragonic language at Barron. Barron imidietally recognized the
       family resemblance, and the mangodking laughed at Barron, and
       dragged her away. Somehow, he forgot to hold his spell up.
       Barron and Qetz made a quick escape, but they didn’t forget
       about their original task.
       &#9833;<cue epic theme song>&#9833;
       3: Eastern (-5)
       4: 1 day, but SRG like, every day, Ever.
       5: I used to crash servers. Alot
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       #Post#: 27--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Barronvonburps wants to be owner.
       By: Michaelmikey3 Date: December 23, 2014, 6:17 pm
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       xD the owner soo funny please wait till the manager approves
       this!!! +1
       #Post#: 28--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Barronvonburps wants to be owner.
       By: Michaelmikey3 Date: December 23, 2014, 6:19 pm
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       fuck it approved for awesomeness!!! Please seek manager
       Halorules2525 for training. Your 7 weeks start now. -Michael
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