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And then I breathrained on their parade! (okay it was lame and I didn't really do much of anything, but I tried! Go team Fire and stuff!)
Kiet says in Mhaldorian in a clear, confident voice, "You missed the public execution, those are a time-honored tradition."You say to Kiet in Mhaldorian with an icy, old Hashani accent, "I am always saddened to miss tradition."You say to Borre in Mhaldorian with an icy, old Hashani accent, "Perhaps I can get a retelling then."Kiet says in Mhaldorian in a clear, confident voice, "Yes."Borre inclines his head politely at you.Kiet says in Mhaldorian in a clear, confident voice, "You're an Aspirant of Elocution."Kiet says in Mhaldorian in a clear, confident voice, "Start elocuting."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "Several of the citizenry of His city stood upon the fabled Red Square of Mhaldor, called forth by Insid'arai Kiet."Hataru tilts her head as she listens intently.Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "Striding forth before the crowd, the Archai stated that the gathering was to enact upon the public a remind, most recently announced by the Warden."Kiet tilts his head and listens intently.Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "Laxity had come to the city, but not one of strength or mental fortitude, but of respect and discipline."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "The first such to be called to account for his laxity was [PERSON], who had committed the crime of not only disrecpecting the Scourge in a loud manner, but implying that he knew better than her, her duties and obligations as the Ambassador of His city."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "The [PERSON] at first was reticent about his actions, but quickly came to realize that his fate was sealed."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "The punishment of the vat was chosen, and the assemblage moved to the southern quarter of the Square to take witness."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "Theoren strode forth, the criminal in tow, trussed and bound like like a pig for the slaughter."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "With a great heave, the Executioner cast him into the vat, where his cries quickly rose to a crescendo, before ending in a burble."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "Thus is the fate of those that disobey, spoke Insid'ari Kiet."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "With that, he dismissed those in attendance."Kiet nods his head emphatically.Kiet says in Mhaldorian in a clear, confident voice, "Very eloquent."Hataru smirks widely, "Well, I am a bit sad I missed it - you are quite the storyteller, Aspirant."Borre says in Mhaldorian with a lilting, rustic accent, "One tries, Scourge, as one hopes to one day have the power to sweep the heaten thoughts from the minds of the masses, should they prove worthy."The corners of Taryius's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
13th of Scarlatan,
I realize you may
know everything and my input may be scrutinized by
disbelieving eye. Withal, in the off chance that something I
say rings true for
you, I am going to give my last good-bye a try.
In my seventy-five
years, the most notable of my proteges was you.
Bright and driven,
you were born to skirt many of the rules that tie the
hands of moralistic
individuals. I understand because of this we
our relationship. I was not easy on you, but I do
not ask for your
clemency. It was my joy to continue to push you towards
the edge. I do not
My only regret lies
in my absence when I should have helped you stick to
your resolve. When
you were fooled, persuaded, and tempted into straying
towards the path of
least resistance. Your growth faltered because of
by your addictive personality. I was angry with
myself and I could
not get over the fact I failed you. Until now.
After some years my
angered subsided and my guilt ebbed, I saw the
person I first fell
in love with. You have come full circle, Shayde, and
I am, regrettably,
proud to see what you have become within the city of Evil. You are
surrounded by people
such as my father that can help. Continue to accept it.
All I have wished in
life was for you to put your growth and development
first, not wasting
it on meaningless drudgery meant for the dredges of
society. While it is
important to always take time to enjoy life, you
are much more than a
simple doll to be tossed around.
Promise me in my
retirement you will not grow complacent. There are
repercussions to every action, thought, and word. Be
May Light lead you
23rd of Valnuary,
You may or may not
be capable of understanding the depth of meaning that
last missive. There are no words in common to
appreciate that effort. There are likely no words in Troll,
all, it was a fun moment! This is the
dance interrupted and the music was set to Danse Macabre. It took me awhile to
write out the music into text form, but hope you all like it.
Camille Saint-Saëns - Danse
to the center of the room, Cooper smiles joyfully as he eyes those
standing before him. He motions slowly to the Raven.
“We will have the first dance of the evening, the rest of you may
join as we finish.”
considers Cooper behind her raven disguise and nods courteously
before moving to join him in the center of the room.
up from the silence, the music opens with the
strains of a harp drifting upwards, urgently chiming a single note
several times, before accompanied by the soft chords of the strings
clinking together, Cooper raises his arm and offers his hand to you.
drops into an elegant curtsy, green eyes glinting devilishly behind
her mask, before accepting Cooper's hand and awaiting his lead.
by the silken call from the harp, the solo violin
leisurely tunes itself, fabricating a haunting chord from the bow and
which an unaccompanied flute strikes up a vibrant melody, which is
then countered by the strings section.
places his hand on the small of Shayde's back, holding firmly, his
other hand, guiding the way as they begin their dance.
places her free hand upon Cooper's shoulder, following along, as her
flashy, gold high heels seek each floor tile with ease and expertise.
is followed by the quiet, skeletal strings of the violin with a
lilting waltz tune, played twice and briefly intersected by the
returning flute with an additional thrumming of the percussion.
entire orchestra seamlessly joins in a descending scale until it
breaks off into the solo violin and harp fervently alternating the
scale, presaging a haunting dance in the woodwinds.
his hand lower, Cooper twirls the two in a quick circle before
leaning you back in a dangerously low dip.
appears to be momentarily startled by dip as her dark wings extend
and brush the floor beneath them. Regaining her composure, she smiles
up at Cooper while her fingers grip a little more securely at his
passage increases steadily and becomes more spirited as the strings
and percussion plays with strong crescendos.
are matched by horns and xylophone accents, intruding into the
peaceful melody and heralding anxiety.
your fear of falling, Cooper lifts you gently and presses their
bodies firmly together while moving elegantly to the music.
catches Cooper's gaze, lips parting in a musing smile at the close
proximity, while the violins quickened their haunting pace around
them. She allowed herself to be led once more into the graceful
waltz, her heels still clicking musically on the ground.
interposing, the resigned notes of an oboe cries out as the
environment promptly shifts directions.
tempo swells and softens as the violin plays a lamenting tune,
eventually joined for one last statement by the full orchestra
in a dissonant clash, trumpet holding on the high note, matched by
two now moving much more slowly, Cooper motions to the rest of the
crowd to join them, while staring straight into your eyes.
emotes from other dancers go here)
final section, piano and strings swing hypnotically from ominous
warning to domestic tranquility, eventually tapering off to the
conclusion of the piece.
I thought it was great! @Hataru was hilarious IMHO
He is a human. He
masquerades as a siren, his face as still and calm as a mask of death. The wave
his ash-blonde hair breaks over his right shoulder, coiffed into something like
obedience with a
sweet-smelling oil, while a few strands are braided along his scalp with
military tightness. His
left shoulder is branded with a raised, eight-spoked wheel, as if embroidered
by hand: the property
of Evil. The striking pallor of his complexion seems to glow from within,
freckles dusting his
cheeks like a cup of tipped stars. Here and there, fine golden scales are
plated in a second skin,
conforming to the lines and curves of his slim body. He walks with artistry,
each step balanced by
the length of her spine, often stopping and swaying to some inaudible rhythm.
Beneath his dark
eyelashes, his eyes are the orange-red of rust, bleeding out from the bottom of
a sunken ship. His
pupils are slit in the light.
He is wearing:
a stunningly beautiful silk and black
lace gown, black velvet spinal column high-heeled shoes, a
bronze Ring of Iniquity, a crackling ring of polished hematite, a gold anklet
of ruby rosebuds,
dotted with dew, a gold anklet of ruby rosebuds, dotted with dew, a golden ring
depicting a coiled
serpent, a golden ring depicting a coiled serpent, a black velvet choker set
with a cobalt sapphire,
and a bright coppery chrysanthemum haircomb.
a wyrmskin pack and a
a filigree bell earring through your
left ear and a filigree bell earring through your right ear.
the shackle of the Tyrannus and black
Iakimen pats a domineering moose in a friendly manner.
A domineering moose nuzzles against Iakimen, dribble oozing from his mouth and tailing across his flesh.
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Oh..."
Tasuu nods her head.
You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
Tasuu strolls to the center of the stage, nodding to both duelists.
Tasuu looks thoughtful and says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Duelists, prepare yourselves."
Rom brandishes his fists defiantly.
Rom says in Mhaldorian, "For the thrill of battle!"
Sherazad roars fiercely.
Iakimen says in a coarse voice, "And the rush of challenge."
A timberwolf begins to follow Rom obediently.
Rom easily vaults onto the back of a timberwolf.
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "And round one starts. Let the arbiter know your action."
Silently, a trail of thick, glistening saliva dribbles from a domineering moose's mouth.
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Rom will be going first, and Iakimen will follow suit."
Rom nods his head affirmatively.
You say to Sherazad, "Whom do you wager on?"
Sherazad says to you in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "I don't know enough to make a good bet. But, I shall pick.."
Rom rides his wolf straight towards Iakimen at high speed. With a pat on the creature's side, it quickly halts
and Rom dismounts in a hurry. He closes his eyes briefly as he swirls his hands at his sides, before jolting
them up above his head. With this action, magical hands of Evil sprout from the floor of the arena, yearning
and grasping at anything they may reach.
Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Ward Iakimen."
Rom mutters words of death and decay, and suddenly the ground breaks open all around as hands of rotting flesh
and white bone push out of the ground.
You say to Sherazad, "A thousand gold on the infernal then. Do you accept?"
Tasuu takes a step back to avoid a hand grasping at her ankle.
Sherazad says to you in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Sure."
Rom gestures with appreciation towards Crixos.
Crixos takes some meats from a bowl of tender, sauteed meats of indistinct origin to cook in
the lava as he watches.
Iakimen casts a keen eye over his array of beasts, before settling his eyes on his two-headed hellhound with a
firm nod. Staring at the hellhound with a commanding gaze, he raises his arm and point his finger commandingly
in Rom's direction. The hellhound jumps to its feet and rushes towards Rom in a full sprint, causing it to
painfully crash to the ground as the hands of evil emerge from the ground. Sliding forward up to Rom's feet,
the two heads snarl up at Rom until the hands begin to pet the hellhound's scalps, making the beast slowly
quiet down and whimper into submission.
Rom cackles hellishly.
Rom says in Mhaldorian, "Excellent."
Iakimen leaps into the air and launches a flying kick at a scarred, two-headed hellhound.
A massive, ashen tiger springs to a scarred, two-headed hellhound's defence.
A deformed falcon springs to a scarred, two-headed hellhound's defence.
A domineering moose springs to a scarred, two-headed hellhound's defence.
Iakimen looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Tasuu nods curtly, watching the hound skid roughly on the ground, being held in place by the grasping hands of
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Rom's defensive action holds firm against Iakimen's attack, giving Rom
the first point of the duel."
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Iakimen will begin round two. Duelists, let the arbiter know your
Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "More blood, gents."
Sherazad's eyes animatedly watch the duelists.
You say to Sherazad, "I'd be surprised if your beastmaster doesn't have his own hand bitten off soon."
Sherazad says to you in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "A hand, a foot. Whatever it takes to win."
Rom quickly dashes towards a trickle of lava flowing around the arena. He plunges his magically forged blade
into the heat and allows it to coat his weapon. Dropping into a kneel, he hovers his hand along the sword,
coating it now in another layer of magic, that of Evil. His hand, glowing faintly black, causes his blade to
follow suit. Shining now with molten light and the stench of death, he swings his broadsword in a wide arc,
sending an ethereal blade of fire and death hurling wide enough towards the Beastmaster and his companions to
strike them all at once.
Rom says in Mhaldorian, "Oh it wasn't my turn."
Rom utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Rom says in Mhaldorian, "Well eat that sucker it's flying fast."
Iakimen cracks his knuckles with an audible 'pop'.
Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Duck!"
Tasuu nods quietly, barely avoiding the whirling combination of hellfire and necromantic energy with a
Iakimen lets out a swift whistle, urgently commanding his falcon to dive in front of him and weave a defensive
pattern in front of his beasts to deflect the oncoming blast. The falcon quickly darts up, her eyes focused on
the blast - and abruptly dives headfirst into a stalagmite and promptly falls straight to the ground, blacked
out. Startled, Iakimen dives behind his moose, leaving the beast to roar in pain as the bulk of the blast hits
it full on.
"Ahah!" Rom exclaims triumphantly.
"Ouch!" Sherazad shrieks in pain.
Iakimen shakes his head sadly at a deformed falcon.
Rom says in Mhaldorian, "Now your falcon is even more messed up."
Tasuu winces as the falcon drops limply to the ground, failing to defend its master.
You snicker softly to yourself.
Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "A face only a mother could love."
Sherazad shakes her head sadly from side to side.
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "...Rom's power attack destroys Iakimen's defense."
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "The final round to determine the score. Ward Iakimen will start the
round. Duelists, let the arbiter know your actions."
Iakimen casts a concerned frown at his entourage of defeated beasts. He turns and walks to his ashen tiger,
pulling roughly on its chain to point the beast towards Rom, and slaps the tiger's hindquarters with a yelp.
Roaring savagely, the tiger makes a ferocious, mad dash for Rom, easily avoiding the grasping hands on the
ground due to its dexterity. Hidden by the bulk of the charging tiger, Iakimen runs over to his prone falcon
and grabs it by the foot. Lifting the bird above his head, he begins to swiftly twirl the falcon swiftly in a
circular motion until he releases it with a yell in Rom's direction beak-first, directly towards Rom's head.
Tasuu blinks, looking impressed.
Rom reacts with a quick twirl, his body dissipating into a puff of dark wind. A mere moment later, he
reappears fully formed just to the side of his opponent's rampaging path. He lazily sticks out his long blade
in front of where the rider will soon be. His "steed" having no time to react, Iakimen slams into the
Sherazad snaps her fingers.
Iakimen slumps down dejectedly.
Tasuu looks surprised and says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Rom's regular attack finds an opening in Iakimen's
impressive power attack, giving duelist Rom a the third and final point, and making him the winner."
Rom pumps his fists in the air to rally the troops.
Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "That was great."
Iakimen shakes Rom's hand firmly.
Tasuu looks surprised and says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Well fought duelists, and an impressive victory to
Duelist Rom. Though Duelist Iakimen's beast mastery was super cool too."
Tasuu says in a mellow, subdued voice, "Oh. at the end of each duel, the duelists must bow to each other."
Sherazad says to Iakimen in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Ward, that bird ought to be rewarded."