[Lhord99]

A 49 Wood Elf Ranger, a 60 Iksar Necro and a 60 Iksar Monk walk into a bar, each self-important and aloof. The ranger, as a warden of Tunare and in an act of good faith, says he’ll buy the first round.

Immediately concerned this was a cultural affront, the Iksar monk threw his fungi at the bartender, followed by a final, fatal blow to the tunic, hissing, “If thisss fool thinksss he can buy my friendssship, allow thisss broken tunic to pay for all the drinksss to come. I’ll take a tainted avalanche ale.”

The Iksar nécromancer, now furious yet nearly naked himself, pulled out a bag of frosted gems, threw them in the air, and hit each with a lifetap, causing them to vanish in thin air. “I have too many of thesssse frosssted gemsss and am so rich I can easssily do without.” He then life tapped the monk’s tunic, saying, “don’t let my fellow compatriot fool you, the both of usss have enough wealth to buy thisss entire block. I’ll have a tainted avalanche ale, too.”

A little confused at the development of events that has now left him sitting adjacent to two nearly naked lizardmen, the ranger weighed his options. As his brown plate bracer glowed, he swiftly pulled out his RainCaller, set the bar ablaze, and proceeded to rain arrows upon the two nearly naked lizards, as well a tunnel fat cat and two <Riot> FTE’rs that just entered the bar. Once the blaze settled, the bartender examined his now destroyed bar, in which the arsonist and chief culprit stood, indeed proud of his actions. “What the hell was THAT?” he demanded.

The ranger simply smirked then said, “Well, I thought that, since we all seemed to be getting rid of excess things holding us back, I’d clean the server up a bit.”