Roleplay Logs!

Tvistor

For the record, if old theft still existed (RIP) I'd have tried to steal it to make Chord explode in angst.

Katzchen

@Tvistor and then accidentally mail it back to him three days later out of guilt?

Tvistor

I actually kept my BM swords because more swords = more beheading.

Goggo

Chord said:

Now I have to go to Mexico, so I can't bathe it in blood... I mean learn to use it... Yet.

I wouldn't advise it.. but would be a funny, "omg look a samur.. *shoots all over*.. nevermind".

Mathonwy

I was a bit distracted at a couple of parts, hence repeating myself ( ), but on the whole, it kept me on my toes and was a lot of fun.
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Bydar saunters in from the east.

p bydar
Grey-haired and middle-aged, Bydar stands unimposingly at medium height and
build. Darkly tanned skin stretches over an uninteresting face, and his plain,
brown eyes move about sluggishly. A plethora of bright, jewel-toned fabrics
hides the poor cut of a billowing garment. Layer upon layer, folds of cheap silk
drape every surface of his body, hanging extravagantly from his shoulders and
arms.
 Bydar, a garish-looking trader appears to lack strength.
He weighs about 170 pounds.
You see nothing in it.

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader hands the barkeep some money and orders an ale.

You ask, "How do you find the roads, stranger?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader flashes you a joyous smile.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah, well, the roads are always
interesting, aren't they?"

You say, "Often, certainly."

You laughingly say, "The more travelled they are, the more interesting they
become. Curious, that."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Aye, more interesting, or less so. I bet
it depends on the route."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You say, "Always."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader looks about appraisingly and purses his lips.

You ask, "Which route brings you to Ashtan?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Depends on the leg of the journey, good
sir."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "By sea, by road..."

You say, "For the sake of your safety, I should hope by road."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

You say, "Boats-- no matter the profit involved, it's going to end poorly."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "In my line of work, risk must be involved,
at times."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Though, that does not mean I must take the
risk personally."

The corners of Bydar, a garish-looking trader's mouth turn up as he grins
mischievously.

You smirk.

You say, "That's a sentiment I can stand behind, certainly."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Though, these days, the risk becomes
less...profitable."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "In these parts, any how."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say sagely, "There's no use for profit if the Endbringer claims you for His
own, indeed."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "This is certainly true. Well said."

You say modestly, "Oh, well thank you."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader takes a large, messy swig of his ale.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "And what line of work are you in, if I may
ask?"

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You look thoughtful and say, "Oration, for the most part."

You say deprecatingly, "Though that sort of work is difficult to come by."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah, what an interesting turn of events.
You are good at speaking to groups?"

You say modestly, "I've given my fair share of public addresses, certainly."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader ponders as he listens, stroking his chin.

Amunet arrives from the north.

You ask, "Do you have a need for flowery speech?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I dare say I may have such a need. One who
is good at..."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Amunet tells you, "And who is this?"

You tell Amunet Viatrix Eruu'Yul, "A trader of some sort."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Having words convince others."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I should like to learn this art."

Amunet tells you, "Interesting. What is he after?"

You tell Amunet Viatrix Eruu'Yul, "Oration, apparently."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "It would help my own work immensely, I
think."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader sips his ale slowly.

You laughingly say, "I'd've thought the language of the sovereign would suit you
better in your line of work."

The corners of Bydar, a garish-looking trader's mouth turn up as he grins
mischievously.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah, it does, though in these parts, I've
had less fortune."

You ask Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "Ashtan, you mean? Or are you speaking
more broadly?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ashtan is an impressive city. The control
over your markets is...quite impressive, if you catch my drift."

You have tmoted: Mathonwy tries and fails to suppress a grin.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader traces the rip of his glass absently.

You say, "I would imagine there are several merchants who have earned their
fortunes solely from this City, yes."

You say, "Ashtan... revels in its martial prowess, you might say."

You say, "No doubt part of the legacy of Zarathustra."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Indeed, sir. I was hoping to be as
fortunate, but other factors have prevented such things."

You tilt your head curiously.

You say, "Do elaborate, friend."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I've had less luck than I anticipated with
the...er...Princes."

Amunet smirks.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "They are an insular lot."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader looks about anxiously.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Have you dealt with them much?"

You say, "I know of them through reputation, let us say."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Rather recently, one was convicted of
murder - or, at least, hiring a murderer."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Fat fellow. His name escapes me."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader gulps while digesting this new information.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "If you will excuse me, I am being
summoned away. The Master's duty never ceases."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Do you have much experience negotiating?"

You suck thoughtfully on your teeth.

You say carefully, "Some."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "My normal tactics have been, as I said,
fruitless."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You say, "Hmm."

You ask, "What goods are you hoping to sell within the City?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah, I procure many things."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader opens his hands humbly.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Though, spice is my strong area."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I should like to learn how to impress this
group of merchants."

You say, "It seems to me that the easiest way to go about doing this would be to
demonstrate to the Princes that, by acting in your own interests, you're also
serving theirs."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Yes, quite right. Do you know of any
affinities they have?"

You say, "That I do not, unfortunately."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader nods his head at you.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader squints his eyes in thought, momentarily.

You curiously ask, "What trouble did you say you're having with them?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah pricing and sale problems. At the
current rates, I would barely break even."

You say, "Hmm."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader smiles humbly and opens his arms.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "A man must eat."

You say, "Oh, certainly."

You carefully ask, "Have you considered, ah, a more creative approach?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader looks up with interest.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I could use help brainstorming. I seem to
be having a creative block with my bad luck."

You say, "You might, for instance, find many of the shopowners to be more
approachable than the Princes."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader nods his head at you.

You say, "Furthermore, if you convince them that your wares as 'exotic,' you can
justify a price increase, which they'll pass on-- and the word 'exotic' moves
wares off of shelves, I can assure you."

You say, "I can't say you'd make as much as if you were to open your own shop,
but some profit is better than no profit, surely."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Certainly so. Exotic spices."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You say, "If that fails, you might also consider setting up shop in, say,
Petra-- close enough that you'd get Ashtani crowds, and far enough away to
escape the pressure they'd put on you."

You say, "Gods know that place needs fresh blood."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader pauses and listens carefully.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ashtani crowds, that sounds promising."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I'm afraid I have not spent much time with
people of the city. What can you tell me of the culture here?"

You say, "Being outside the City's walls proper does leave you a bit more
exposed, I think, but it also welcomes wider patronage."

You say, "Hmm."

You say, "The City itself values the ethos of freedom, and of doing what one
wishes, so long as one acts freely within the scope of the laws and may bear the
weight of one's own actions."

You say, "It also values strength and prowess of arms and various martial
feats."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "And would you say you're typical of the
people?"

You chuckle long and heartily.

You say, "Not exactly, no."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Aye?"

You say, "Ashtan attracts a wide array of people to its walls. There is a hardly
what we might think of as a 'quintessential Ashtani.'"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader smiles pleasantly and sips his ale.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Variety is the spice, eh?"

The corners of Bydar, a garish-looking trader's mouth turn up as he grins
mischievously.

You say, "How appropriate."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You take a long draught of champagne from a Veiled Impression, hoping to quench
your thirst.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I enjoy the spice trade, to speak the
truth."

You tilt your head curiously at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Driden arrives from the east.
An Ashtani corsair says, "Ho there, citizen."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Like your people here, travel does bring
some variety that is enjoyable."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You ask, "Have you been to any especially interesting places?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Oh, I enjoy Zanzibaar when I can book
passage."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Driden reaches out and clenches a fist before a young rat, who screams and
doubles over in agony as his skin suddenly bubbles with gangrenous growths.
Unable to maintain cohesion, a young rat's mutated and warped flesh sloughs off
from his bones as he collapses to the ground in a twisted heap.
A young rat has been slain by Driden.

(x3)

You say to Driden, "If you wouldn't mind doing that elsehwere, please."

With a flourish of his arm, Driden bows deeply.

Unnamed Driden says, "Sorry."

You wave your hand dismissively.

You say, "It's quite all right."

Unnamed Driden says, "Is the food free."

You smile with a wink and say, "Just try to remember not to do it again."

You shake your head at Driden.

You say to Driden, "In the market, you might find some mutton-- it's cheap and
filling."

Unnamed Driden says, "Ahh ok what about whats on the ground."

Driden picks up a plate bearing a slice of white wedding cake.

You look undecided and say, "If you feel like eating food that's been on the
ground... all right."

Unnamed Driden says, "Good point."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I suppose... one's means must
dictate...er..."

Driden picks up a plate of shrimp and pasta in wine sauce.

You have tmoted: Mathonwy nods sagely at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You say, "One should strive to live within one's means while simultaenously
improving them."

Unnamed Driden says, "I will take the advice to heart."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "And when in doubt, there's always
begging."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

Driden thrusts his hand out to Bydar, a garish-looking trader and begs
shamelessly.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I think I'll wander over to this Petra you
spoke of."

You nod your head at Bydar, a garish-looking trader.

You say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "It's... well."

The body of Roshana, Scholar of Glaaki appears in a flash and her soul descends
to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Roshana inclines her head politely at you.

Roshana sits on a mahogany stool with a covering of black leather.

You say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "There are a number of shiftless
sorts there. Vagrants and whatnot. I doubt they'll serve much of a threat,
though."

Driden sits down.

Driden stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Perhaps I can peddle some spice and keep
an eye out for possible land."

You say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "Do let me know if you succeed in
finding a habitable place."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Perhaps we'll meet again, friend, and I'll
bear stories of success."

Roshana tightens her purse strings.

You smile and say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "I should hope so. Let me
know if you find a good place; I wouldn't mind sending business your way."

Driden sits down.

Driden stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Driden sits on a mahogany couch with a covering of black leather.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader bows elaborately.

Driden closes his eyes and bows his head.

Driden ceases meditation having achieved full will and mana.

Bydar saunters out to the east.

Melodie

So with @Tvistor's leaving public, and with his permission, I decided to post a very interesting log we had sometime back - during the Bal'met saga - about various things. What started as an innocent questioning turned into what I'd like to think played a small part of the reasoning for his coming over (sorry Mhaldor!), at least in an IC sense.

Enjoy!

Edit: There was obviously follow-up to this, but I found that this of the group was the most thought-provoking and interesting.

http://pastebin.com/Kdxwry97

Edit edit: Jeeze, editing is weird today. Anyway, biggest of thanks to you @Tvistor. You know why.

Tvistor

Whoooa, everyone knows I don't RP. Stop faking logs.

Synbios

You lie, @Tvistor. I saw those subscription receipts for RPG Monthly. And you were in the Deluxe Member category too! You're one hardcore RPer!

Daslin

Scuse me while I snicker at that last one. Tvistor has NEVER rp'd. come now, that's just a lie!

Jiraishin

I have logs. He just always paid his blackmail money promptly enough that I didn't share them.

Melodie

Yeah, @Tvistor was late on a payment. If he doesn't pay up by the end of the IC year plus interest, part two of this is gonna get posted. Then part three. Then another log of other stuff.

Mwhahaha.

Tvistor

You monster.

Caladbolg

Roleplay log with Tvistor.

Me:Greetings
Tvistor:WTF DO YOU WANT
Me:Rp
Tvistor: Oh
Tvistor: Greetings.
Me: Now that I have joined the Naga I respectfully request that I be unenemied from Lord Sartan and Mhaldor
Tvistor: Dude I don't have those kind of powers
Me: You're spost to ask me when I joined the Naga
Tvistor: Oh.
Tvistor: When did you join the Naga
Me: When I bought a dirk and envenomed it
Tvistor: Oh I see what venom did you use
Me: I choose Prefarar
Tvistor: I am sorry but we are going to have to decline your application.
Me: Darn, maybe next time


Tvistor rp

Katzchen

Daeir said:

More like:

Person A: Hail, Wintermourne. Which style of combat are you more proficient in, so that we may best decide where to deploy your considerable talents for the betterment of the Light?
Tvistor: Yes.

He must have been taking lessons from Carmain.

Tvistor

Carmain will always be better than me at that.

Hopefully no one will realize Caladbolg's log is 100% accurate.

Mishgul

Katzchen said:

Daeir said:

More like:

Person A: Hail, Wintermourne. Which style of combat are you more proficient in, so that we may best decide where to deploy your considerable talents for the betterment of the Light?
Tvistor: Yes.

He must have been taking lessons from Carmain.


Enchantment

Tvistor

Dragon Age.

Vayne

Part one of the continuation of events between @Flair and Vayne after @Melodie and Shallam cleansed him of his zombie-ness.
http://pastebin.com/06ARc815

Melodie

As much as I'd love to take credit for that, I was only a witness for the second half of that madness.

Bloody shame, too. Shallam doesn't invite me to their heathen-cleansing parties.

Caladbolg

http://pastebin.com/zuJgr29g

Can we put a little more thought into these things before we have to turn emotes off to the room?

Eld

Caladbolg said:

http://pastebin.com/zuJgr29g

Can we put a little more thought into these things before we have to turn emotes off to the room?

Best part of that is all the people repeatedly fanning themselves/flame sigils/fire pendants.

Alexius

The flame sigils were me. I hang my head in shame.

Tanaar

Log of an impromptu prayer meeting giving thanks to @Deucalion and @Aurora after the creation of Targassos. Props and love to everyone in attendance! I know it was a bit of a tall order with no notice, but you all came through. 

:x

http://pastebin.com/nKeBAGNg

@Lyr @Lukaus @Danika @Ada @Tesha @Ermot @Halos @Synbios @Sothantos @Niks @Aisling @Kaiu @Gwawr @Draqoom @Silas

Sothantos

GODDAMN IT PEOPLE STOP POSTING RP LOGS RIGHT AFTER THEY HAPPEN WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

Tanaar

Tell us how you really feel, Sothantos

Sothantos

~X(

Adet

If you just glance at that half-way through the animation, it looks like a frustrated angel...

Mishgul

i would be frustrated if my name was almost a palindrome.

Vayne

And part II of how Flair got ugly again!:
http://pastebin.com/BPmESsRZ

I love how Fats shudders when I take off the mask.

Hhaos

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "Then let the Thorngage name ring all the louder for our toils."

You say, "It shall."

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

You say, "The path to Knighthood is a long and arduous journey, We will test your mettle, your commitment, your very body, and push all three to the absolute breaking point before rebuilding you as one worthy of the title of Knight."

The corners of Illyose's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "That seems a running trend with groups of the Crown."

You say, "You will learn the ways of Chivalry, the art of combat, and be made to put your Oath above yourself, your own personal goals and aspirations. you may very well lose your life, your wealth, and all semblance of self as you now stand, are you still willing to pursue this path?"

Illyose takes a deep breath, holding it as he considers his answer carefully.

You have tmoted: Hhaos gives Illyose a careful once-over, as if to inspect all details available to the eye.

You say gruffly, "Stand up straight."

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "I am the words and deeds I put forth into creation. I am the semblance of every interaction I have. Forming myself to these Oaths, following this path, makes all those others have purpose. If I am unable to follow them, unable to do them justice, then what worth would I have at all?"

Illyose straightens his back forceably.

You say, "None, for a man is only as good as his word."

Illyose nods his head at you.

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "I gave my word to the Serpent Lords to defend their secrets, and the borders of the Crown."

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "To slay Her enemies, and see that Her will is Her own."

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "I swore to the Lotus that I would defend her itizenry, against any form of attack to the best of my ability."

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "My blade was offered to the Crown with the Serpent Lords, my body to shield Her from blows by the Lotus."

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "In Knighthood, all I have left to offer would seem my spirit, a fire ever burning to see the Crown able to choose it's own path from my toil and determination."

You say, "With this I welcome you into the Knights of Hashan, the brotherhood sworn to service of the Crown of the Ithmia. With this I will receive your Oath. Please repeat for mine own ears the Oath found in CLHELP OATH."

You have emoted: Hhaos plants his sword, blade first into the ground and leans over its ornate handle as he awaits your response.

Illyose says with a substantially lilting accent, "I, Illyose Thorngage, swear on my honour as a knight to serve in the Hashani Knighthood. I will at all times uphold the chivalric code, and the Great Canon, with all due diligence of service to the City of Hashan and her territories above all else. I will uphold the ideals of the Hashani Knight for eternity! My knowledge, my strength, my fortitude, my honour, and my very life I give in full. If I fail to uphold my oaths, I willingly urge my superiours to strip me of title and rank until such time as I am deemed worthy of reinstatement."

You say, "So be it, with this, your life is dedicated in service to the Crown. Walk proud, Illyose Thorngage, as a Vassal in the Knights of Hashan, you have taken a step towards honour and showed courage unlike others that you shall protect."

You have emoted: Hhaos withdraws his blade and resumes his previous stance, placing his hand of Illyose's shoulder.

You say to Illyose, "You do me proud, my son."