slaine resource curses

[Standing-Stone]

May all who have faced your wrath and survived, return for more without the slightess hint of fear, without the slightess acknowledgment of your better reputation again and again forever after.

May you never find the safeground between facing death, a endless line of foes, row, upon, row of them and a boring life where nothing ever gets better or worse at all.

May all who have faced your wrath and perished, rise again, half dead, not quite living, to attack you with thrice as much vigor evermore.

 

[toothill man]

may your soul rot and grow maggots

 

[Standing-Stone]

'May you never get a moments rest.'

 

[toothill man]

may you be married,have a morgage and both kids and pets(same as above really)

 

[The King]

May your children, your wife and your friends be unable to recognize you if you ever venture out of your village for more than 2 months.

 

[toothill man]

may you die by your lovers hand :shock:

 

[The King]

may you slay your own children in a moment of rage.

 

[Standing-Stone]

For every moment you are with your axe held so high, cocked, about to sweep earthwards on it's downward turn, should the stone head loosen and slide down to meet your fingers at the handle.

[ Incidently, I know this hurts, from personal experience. As a person who learned in the ways of Landscaping and other horticultral practrices. I had often found my self regularly using a large two-handed pick to loosen the earth around our yard. Anyway, the metallic head of this instrument never really was a snug fit on the wooden pole it was attached to and if I ever got over zealous in swinging this implement. Then I would most certainly lose the use of my fingers for few days as they would be, swollen, blistered and numb from the pinching injury. The only other hand injury that could possibly be worst is severing the fingers. ]

 

[Standing-Stone]

May Crom take your festering corpse all the way back to Cythraul. ( Cythrawl)

 

[The King]

prepare to burn now that i retrieved my avatar :twisted:

 

[Standing-Stone]

If I must burn, then may you choke on my ashes.

 

[The King]

With your ashes I'll cook my potatoes.

 

[toothill man]

may your hands rot and also your manhood :shock:

 

[The King]

may you die of thirst if you ever come near to a lake.

 

[Standing-Stone]

May you drown while stranded in the sour lands.

 

[Standing-Stone]

I see that the MODS didn't like my last Curse.

 

[Standing-Stone]

May you taste the foulness of mud when you go to drink from your tankard of mead.

 

[The King]

May your hair turn white and fall on the ground never to regrow.

 

[toothill man]

may your pubic hair never stop growing at a alarming rate

 

[The King]

may your pubic hair never stop growing at a alarming rate

This is no curse for Drune Lords but a blessing. :shock: :lol: