Roleplay Logs!

Jiraishin

Speaking of which... this conversation with @Corbeaux took place not long after Apollyon's death.
For once I have a cool log and it doesn't involve espionage RP or secrets about anyone's character

http://pastebin.com/PanNWmwa

Corbeaux

Good times. You played Jiraishin's grief-stricken state perfectly. I felt bad, though, so I kept the proselytizing short.

Tahquil

Talonia said:

In a world where everyone's default roleplay in reaction to adversity is bravado, it is very refreshing to see that kind of uncertainty and fear playing out and influencing these characters. Many of the logs I've seen from around the fall of Shallam are excellent because they begin to chart this rarely-explored territory. 

God, you should see Tahquil and Mathonwy's roleplay recently, but your not Mathonwy, so you probably never will!

Daslin

Fear? Dear lord. Talk to Phaestus' Order, Daslin's a scared sonofabitch about certain things. It's an interesting type of roleplay. With the gruff, angry exterior, he's got the fear going on and the Order has seen it and a bit of Cyrene has as well. If an enemy or someone who doesn't really know him asks about it? Hell no he's not scared! (But he's quaking inside.) During the Bal'met event, Daslin's world was rocked with the destruction of Shallam, fear was the most prevalent emotion he felt. If it happened to the city he used to belong to, it could happen to anything.

Tasuu

Was exploring looking for new hunting spots when I died to one of the ghosts in the  Shala'jen monastery, it took an important item from me, gift from my mentor and a house item. I was so scared I would not get it back, so many of those ghosts there moving around, so I had to hit and run for 15 minutes and hope they all did not attack at once and kill me instantly

You launch a powerful uppercut at a decaying astronomer.

You connect!

The final blow proves too much for a decaying astronomer, who expires pitifully.

You have slain a decaying astronomer, retrieving the corpse.

A soft belt of black silk tumbles out of the corpse of a decaying astronomer.

You pick up a soft belt of black silk.

You ease yourself out of the Eagle stance.

Escaped with the belt, ran outside the monastery.

The spirit of Ornis, assistant to the abbot breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

You give a soft belt of black silk a compassionate hug.

You say, "Got you."

Tasuu wipes at her tear streaked face, which soon sets from despair to determination, clutching her rescued belt close to her chest.

Did not want to ask for help for a shameful thing, and did not want to return home without it for an angry mentor who would notice it missing :O I thought I would just die and get another item stolen 

Sherazad

Tasuu said:

Was exploring looking for new hunting spots when I died to one of the ghosts in the  Shala'jen monastery, it took an important item from me, gift from my mentor and a house item. I was so scared I would not get it back, so many of those ghosts there moving around, so I had to hit and run for 15 minutes and hope they all did not attack at once and kill me instantly

You launch a powerful uppercut at a decaying astronomer.

You connect!

The final blow proves too much for a decaying astronomer, who expires pitifully.

You have slain a decaying astronomer, retrieving the corpse.

A soft belt of black silk tumbles out of the corpse of a decaying astronomer.

You pick up a soft belt of black silk.

You ease yourself out of the Eagle stance.

Escaped with the belt, ran outside the monastery.

The spirit of Ornis, assistant to the abbot breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

You give a soft belt of black silk a compassionate hug.

You say, "Got you."

Tasuu wipes at her tear streaked face, which soon sets from despair to determination, clutching her rescued belt close to her chest.

Did not want to ask for help for a shameful thing, and did not want to return home without it for an angry mentor who would notice it missing :O I thought I would just die and get another item stolen 

Totally taking this info IG.

Tanaar

Sherazad said:

Tasuu said:

-snip-

Totally taking this info IG.

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Trevize

Talonia said:

In a world where everyone's default roleplay in reaction to adversity is bravado, it is very refreshing to see that kind of uncertainty and fear playing out and influencing these characters. Many of the logs I've seen from around the fall of Shallam are excellent because they begin to chart this rarely-explored territory. 

Trevize is paranoid when it comes to trees. They are out to get him.

Trilliana

Did @Trevize have a run-in with the whomping willow? >.>

Trevize

Trilliana said:

Did @Trevize have a run-in with the whomping willow? >.>

When he first joined the Sylvans, his 'mentor' tried to grove summon him. He saw the trees coming after him and moved. Repeat over and over. He's been paranoid ever since!

Tasuu

Introducing a Wretch to Mhaldor

You say in Mhaldorian, "Wretch Sansuto, where do you wish to bear your mark to Evil?"

Sansuto gulps nervously.

Wretch Sansuto says, "Can't I do something else.."

You shake your head.

You say in Mhaldorian, "Choose."

Sherazad says in a husky, monotone voice, "Do you want her to choose? She'll choose your eye."

Sherazad says to Sansuto in a husky, monotone voice, "There's a reason why she has an eyepatch."

Sansuto reluctantly extends his forearm out towards you.

Sherazad beams broadly.

 Lifting the robe with her free hand, Tasuu jabs the branding iron against Sansuto's 

rear, a sharp sizzling noise filling the air before she draws it back and drops his robe.

You look surprised and say in Mhaldorian, "Too late!"

I am ebil

Kyrra

Mhaldor has deatheaters?!?!

Areigna

Haven't posted anything in a long time.. Hope I do this right. Anyway, here is a log of two separate events. The first is Areigna's 'baptism' - she was given a task by Ruth and this is what happened after the task was completed. The second part of the log is later that same IC month, when Areigna and Aepas report back to Ruth and she is... inspired to give Areigna a more practical lesson in one of the Seven Truths. Everything is from Areigna's PoV. 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "And so, you have come to this sacred place, slew innocents and piled their bodies upon the fountain of Suffering."

 

Aepas steps up to you, laying his hand on the shoulder of your armour, staring at you.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Be still."

 

Aepas moves behind you, hooking his claws into the edge of your armour, undoing the leather straps as he pulls it back slowly, careful as to not ruffle your feathers, letting the breastplate fall to the ground.

 

Aepas pushes you back, forcing you to sit on the edge of the fountain. His hand slides up your back, gripping your hair at the base of your head, forcing you unsteadily backwards but keeping you from falling.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Your wings are quite pretty. White, pure, just like the Areigna the world once knew."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Do you reject the Codex and it's teachings?"

 

Areigna nods her head firmly, blood dripping down her chin.

 

Aepas tilts you back by the firm grasp in your hair, his hand on the small of your back as your wings sink down into the pool, the warm blood sinking through each feather as the warm liquid sinks deep and plasters itself against the delicate skin beneath. Pressing you back further, the blood touches your back and shoulderblades, sinking into your clothing as it slowly spreads and sticks into the cloth.

 

Aepas with a violent lurch he pulls you up, righting you to your feet once again, sending a spray of blood across himself and the ground around you as your wings weigh heavily with the warm blood of innocence.

 

Aepas steps back, picking up your armour from the ground, strapping it firmly to your breast before snapping it around your back with a firm tug, jerking your body as he tightens the straps.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Red is a rather nice color on you."

 

Aepas grins, showing off his many small sharp teeth.

 

You say, "Red dries black."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "So it does."

 

You say to Aepas, "A fitting colour to match that vein that courses so angrily throughout me, I think."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Hold them proudly, for in your heart... you are cruel."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "You have murdered, slaughtered, and before the fountain of Apollyon, denounced the faith the world believes you to hold."

 

Areigna closes her eyes for a long moment, then drags an arm across her mouth to wipe the blood away. "Soon enough they will see for themselves," she says coldly.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "You worship the ideals of Evil."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "You Areigna, are corrupt. Evil."

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Say it. Let's see if you can speak what you know resides in your heart."

 

You say fiercely, "I am corrupt. Evil. Hateful. Ruthless. Merciless Areigna."

 

Aepas steps closer, eyes flashing with a dark mirth.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Let it eat you from the inside, let it gut you open, let it devour you. And then see if you can tame it, control it."

 

You nod.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Let us return home, for the time being." 

 

Areigna

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Ruth says to you in a quiet, speculative voice, "I will give you a choice, for I believe physical suffering has its own lesson to be learnt. You eat the blossoms, or we break your wings."

 

Arditi slides a serrated dirk of cold steel into a stygian wrist sheath with a quiet 'swish'.

 

Irilan yells, "Hail the Malevolent One, hail His magnificent name! Through Him will those seeking strength find it, all else may only pray for a swift death."

 

A cold shock washes through your body, starting from your mouth and lips. Every part of you feels slightly numb, and tingles strangely.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Hail the Malevolent One indeed."

 

Arditi ceases to wield an iron-tipped whip in his right hand.

 

Arditi neatly steps out from a shadow within the guardhouse, positioning himself behind Areigna's wing. He takes the ivory feathered limb in his hand, holding it firmly.

 

Aepas slides beside you, grabbing the base of her left wing in his hands, holding it firmly.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "The beauty in physical suffering, I believe, is that pain is a good teaching tool."

 

Areigna narrows her eyes, smiling cruelly.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "For surely, someone who has placed their hand over a naked flame will quickly snatch their hand back."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Because the flame is burning them. And if it hurts, they'll surely learn not to do it again."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "We in Mhaldor believe that we are capable of transcending this instinctive learning."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "What's a bit of pain to us, when we can learn to embrace the pain and make us stronger?"

 

Arditi's fingers idly flex as they grip Areigna's wing tighter, his knuckles turning pale.

 

Aepas twists his hands slightly, pushing your wing up at a harsh angle, slightly straining the bone, flesh, and muscle.

 

Ruth says to you in a quiet, speculative voice, "Do you agree?"

 

Areigna winces, pursing her lips together as she nods.

 

You suddenly feel utterly and overwhelmingly alone.

Your whole body feels horribly wrong, as nausea and trembling grip you.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "What is broken can be re-made. What is weak will be eliminated."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "The spirit may be made stronger by enduring hardships, both self-imposed and externally imposed."

 

Arditi grins cruelly as he yanks roughly upon Areigna's wing, forcing the limb upward and out of position in a crude manner. The sudden movement snaps the bones and sinew as her ivory feathers run red with blood while fluttering to the ground.

 

Aepas gives a sharp jerk, shattering the firm bone beneath the feather and skin of her wing, crumpling the bone against her back as the wing gives a pitiful lurch and turns to an akward angle.

 

Ruth darts foward, catching one of your ivory but now bloodstained feather before it reaches the ground.

 

Aepas steps back slowly, wiping his hands clean of flecks of blood against his robes.

 

Areigna cries out, biting her lip until it bleeds to restrain herself.

 

Arditi wipes the blood off on some of Areigna's more pristine feathers before stepping back into the shadows with a satisfied smirk.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Interestingly enough, our bones prove that what I've said is true. Broken bones always grow back stronger."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Of course, that is only if you're able to to set it back into position."

 

Areigna falls to her knees, shaking uncontrollably.

 

Ruth waves her dagger dismissively in the air, before nodding at you.

 

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "An easy task, just not one we'd care to do for you."

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Physically, mentally and spiritually. I think I'm in love."

 

A sharp, icy wind howls around you, like the cries of frightened children. Your whole body feels horribly wrong, as nausea and trembling grip you.

 

Areigna splutters and spits a mouthful of blood onto the floor violently. She climbs up onto one knee slowly, pushes one of her broken wings away from her face then stands up, her dark eyes shining.

 

Ruth says idly in a quiet, speculative voice, "Have you something to say to me?"

 

Aepas is surrounded by a shining corona of blinding light and the shimmering image of the Basilisk momentarily overlaps him.

 

You say venomously, "Your tests will only make me stronger, and I am not here to fail."

 

Somebody powerful shouts, "Hello, Areigna! Have we all told you today how much we love you?"

Your whole body feels horribly wrong, as nausea and trembling grip you.

 

Aepas smirks.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "And here I was, about to tell the Dreadborn here to drag you over to join that broken angel we have in the cathedral."

 

Aepas utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

 

Ruth slips her dagger away.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Not bad. You have the strength of will."

 

Areigna reaches back towards one of her wings, wincing as she does so.

 

Areigna grabs a handful of bloodied feathers and wrenches them out. As the throws them to the floor she says, "I am not afraid to feel pain. My life has been filled with it."

 

You suddenly feel utterly and overwhelmingly alone.

Your whole body feels horribly wrong, as nausea and trembling grip you.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "You might not be afraid to feel pain, but are you afraid to embrace it thoroughly?"

 

Aepas chuckles long and heartily.

 

You say, "I will not say things like that. You will see soon enough."

 

A slow smile spreads across Ruth's lips.

 

Musky and intoxicating, the exotically rich scent of sandalwood surrounds Ruth.

 

Ruth says in a quiet, speculative voice, "Perhaps I will."

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Can I just say props to @Ruth, @Aepas and @Arditi for giving me some of the best rp experiences I've had ever. I was totally immersed the entire time and it was just f-cking awesome. 

Sherazad

@Areigna: I'm surprised it wasn't worse, given you said you are Ruthless. >.>

Areigna

Haha. That particular part is a reference to a previous conversation and an ongoing thing Aepas and Areigna have going. Part of how she got converted really. Like, getting her all hyped up for it type thing. Also part of how she had to prove she was serious about joining Mhaldor, had to go kill some sh-t and that's when Aepas started calling her that. 

Aepas

@areigna
Sorry if it seemed sloppy! we don't have gods or anything to make RP seem "special" so we have to do with just the players. I'm glad it seemed worthwhile to you!

Katzchen

RP situations like this are the main reason I love Mhaldor. Very nicely done.

Ruth

Snow blossoms!

Synbios

@Ruth: I still owe you an RP session. What's the interest rate at by this point?

Jonathin

215%

You missed payments and your interest rate has climbed randomly. It will continue to rise at an arbitrary rate and amount until the debt is paid off.

Daslin

@Jonathin stop sounding like the people calling me day in and day out....

Ruth

Synbios said:

@Ruth: I still owe you an RP session. What's the interest rate at by this point?

6 months of non-stop RP, that's what it's like!

Aepas

Daeir said:

You stole the snowblossoms thing from Tvistor. I'm telling.

Since we're on roleplay logs... There is a slight issue with your assumption.

Tvistor was taught about snowblossoms from his father who used them in various experements as an Adikoi. Not to say he didn't know about them beforehand, but his IC knowledge and application all stemmed from the realm of suffering and those within the Adikoi that used them.

Ruth is an Adikoi, which is where her use of snowblossoms comes from.

once again, not saying only Adikoi did this, but it was a more common practice to them.

Sylvance

Daeir said:

It was a jooooooooooooooooke

Vayne

Silly people, all cool/interesting things come from Tvistor.

Silas

Ladies, please. This is the Scarlattan Theatre.

Katzchen

http://pastebin.com/39waKhTM

My first Mhaldorian speech/sermon, and Valden leaving Hashan.

@Valden asked me to post this for @Cirana and anyone else who wants to read.

Jiraishin

A relatively recent interaction with Skuld at Fire and Spice, when she came to visit Verily and a couple of the Nihilists. Preceding this log was quite a bit of conversation in which Jiraishin was at most peripherally involved. The log is still on the long side, but I figured I'd post it since it was a lot of fun and this thread needs a new post-- it was all the way back on the ninth page of discussions.

http://pastebin.com/Yfgc1Xi5

@Lianca @Dunn @Verily

Ruth

Had a random spot of conversation with @Melodie, coming some months after the last Scarlatti concert I decided to attend. I do not like this thread dead, so lemme share it!

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You tell Lady Melodie Le'Murzen, Arcthyos, "A pleasure to see you around, Melodie."

You disembark the ship via the lowered gangplank.

You have tmoted: Ruth snorts softly, her tail hanging down the gangplank as she descends.

Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "A pleasure is relatively-speaking, I suppose."

You say in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Oh? Then, instead of it being a pleasure, what would you call it?"

Melodie says amusedly with a flowing, cultured accent, "Well, I'm rather dull. So I suppose something akin to that."

You have emoted: Ruth's bright amethyst eyes sparkle with equal amusement. Crooking her head to the side, she says, "You were going to sail, I assume."

Melodie says wryly with a flowing, cultured accent, "Not entirely intelligent to answer that question, I would think."

You say in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Or perhaps, reluctant."

Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "I was on the search for a bit of bait, in fact. And yourself?"

You have tmoted: Ruth moves down the line of docked ships, as if in search of her next ship. "Checking on my crew." She pauses before a particular ship, before turning her head back towards Melodie.

You say in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Oh. And don't forget. [Redacted]."

Melodie glances down the line of ships casually, her eye resting on no particular one, before focusing her gaze back onto you warily.

Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "Aye, though I've an engagement to keep at present."

You have emoted: Ruth dips her head downwards. "Then. After you."

With a mighty growl, you flex your massive wings, stirring up small gusts of wind as you stretch luxuriantly.

Melodie inclines her head slightly, her eyes fixed on you throughout the movement.

Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "Duanathar."
Melodie is swiftly carried into the skies and out of sight by a lustrous pair of miniature mithril wings.
Pricking her ears forward, a sun-hued kitten slinks away.