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Eiredhel

I don't think I ever pasted the log from forever ago when Eiredhel met Scarletti's muse, if I did, my bad, I tried using the search thingy but couldn't find it! I felt like copy and pasta-ing the journal entry that Eiredhel wrote on the matter since it was just an IC recollection of the exchange. I still struggle with finding good ways to express and describe characters who aren't Eiredhel. I'll probably work on it when I finish writing my IC entry for Eiredhel's wedding. Whenever I have the energy to do it. 

"The Chronicles of Snow - Volume 1", By Eiredhel Xenophidex, The Observer (Page 4)

It is now the 5th of Glacian, 603 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

I had just woken up after a long, comfortable nap in the Old Oak tree on Serpentis Boulevard... naturally I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary when I carefully made my way out of the tree, and onto the cobbled road below. I found myself looking into a deep-set pair of grey eyes peering into mine under fine brows, twas only the amused twinkle of said eyes that snapped me out of my bewildered state to realize what I was looking at: Vivania, the Muse of Poetry! I nearly fell over myself trying to bow properly, though perhaps I should have curtsied to appear more lady-like.

"About time you came down from the tree, I was about to start shaking the trunk." she said in a jovial manner, causing my cheeks to flush the shade of fresh apple blossoms in spring. Her laugh rang out along the street, empty due to the time of night, as I stuttered.

"My apologies, I was napping..." was all I managed to get out, though my eyes took in her appearance readily. Statuesque and plump, Vivania's pink cheeks were framed by long, shimmering tresses that fell freely to her waist. A quartz brooch lends a piquant touch to her golden hair, clipped onto a particularly long lock. Deep-set grey eyes gaze from under fine brows, and her long nose led to rosebud lips. Mossy green silk crossed over her chest, the embroidered robes secured with a high-placed sash of deep green velvet then fell to mid-thigh. Her long legs were mostly exposed, save for the snowflake sandal ribbons about her ankles. More daring in her dress than I'd ever dream to.

"The Lord Bard suggested I pay you a visit. You are one who manipulates and creates with the written word, are you not?" as she spoke these words I recalled sending off a letter begging the Lord Bard for help with my poem to the Triad. I force my jaw not to drop as I took in the implications of this meeting.

"Yes, ma'am. I attempt to." I said, keeping my words short and courteous so I wouldn't betray my emotions further than I already had. She nods her head in a way that causes her hair to bob slightly.

"That is well. Pray tell, how proceeds your whimsy of rhyme and verse?" I couldn't help softly grinning to myself, it is not often I hear the word 'whimsy' used.

"The meter continues to be slightly off, I think..." I said hesitantly, as I watched her flick a strand of golden hair over her shoulder with a smile. Frowning, I continue, "Which, I think, is reflected in the stresses and natural accents of some of the words. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find words that properly replace the ones I used and solve the problem at the same time."

"To find a foothold for a fickle rhyme, remember always pay respect to time." My eyes, I'm sure, lit up when I heard her rhyme. "A phrase may trickle off the tongue in a most satisfying way, but it would not do to create a lyric devoid of meaning to fit the metre." I naively thought she meant time as in days... oh Eiredhel, you dummy...

"I see... so you think I should just set aside until it makes more sense?" I still wince at the amount of ignorance I displayed... Vivania took it all in stride.

"Take two fingers and tap them against the pulse of your opposite wrist." she told me, "Then swing your rhythm to fit the feel of the poem." she then demonstrates by adding a second, jubilantly-bouncing tap to her regular beat. I blinked at first, but gave it a try, my eyebrow raising as it did in fact work! "If you can't find the words now, just take that rhythm with you through the day, and you may find it helps the words come to you. Feel the pattern in the rhythm of your life, and it will flow into your poetry." These words were a mind shattering revelation to me, the concept of 'carrying' the rhythm of my work with me as I did things had not occurred to me, but I could easily see how that would aide in finding the words needed. With just that I was able to locate the problem areas and see where the disconnect in my piece lay.

She smiled at me encouragingly, then began to fade as she moved away along the street, the faint rhythm of her tapping lingering in the still air as she disappeared into the night.

"Thank you!" I cried out into the darkness, the stars twinkling in the sky above. It was something to wake up to, and it awakened something in... me.

Thank you, Lord Scarlatti.

Jurixe

I don't like having to use pastebin, but I gave up trying to shorten this log at 3247 characters left from 13000.

Anyway, I usually don't share roleplay logs for various reasons but I came across this while reading over old logs tonight, and figured it was okay to share it now. Also @Antidas said nice things about me earlier. (I still hate you.)

http://pastebin.com/b7hAapZ2

Antidas

Jurixe said:

I don't like having to use pastebin, but I gave up trying to shorten this log at 3247 characters left from 13000.

Anyway, I usually don't share roleplay logs for various reasons but I came across this while reading over old logs tonight, and figured it was okay to share it now. Also @Antidas said nice things about me earlier. (I still hate you.)

http://pastebin.com/b7hAapZ2

Kyriella

My first denizen interaction outside of world events!! I was standing in Delos pondering things, and then... this happened. I wish I had asked more/done more, but I was fielding questions from a novice at the same time. Rather pleased, even if the interaction was pretty short. And by rather pleased, I mean this TOTALLY MADE MY DAY.

***

Bydar saunters in from the southeast.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader gasps happily at you.

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Delosian Crafters Union (indoors).

Amarisse stands here sorting patterns and sketches. Bydar, a garish-looking trader, idles here. You see exits leading north (open door), northeast (open door), east (open door), southeast (open door), south (open door), southwest (open door), west (open door), and northwest (open door).

You greet Bydar, a garish-looking trader with a sincere smile.

You say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "How are you, friend?"

l 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.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Oh, well, well. And you?"

You say, "Quite well, thank you! Contemplating what furniture to buy for my house. I thought I knew, but now that I'm here..."

You shrug helplessly.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Ah, yes. The age-old conundrum of furniture selection."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

You say, "And what of you? What brings you here today?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "You know, I cannot quite remember. I was coming up the road--and I remember setting out from Hashan after stopping there-- and I remember thinking that I must find some shops."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader exclaims, "But you know, I'll be a lamassu's niece, I cannot remember why!"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say, "Well, if it's shops you seek, Delos is as good a place as any to find yourself!"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader nods his head emphatically.

You say, "You're a trader, are you not?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Assuredly but, being a merchant myself by trade, I know the dangers of browsing without an agenda and a full gold purse."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Are you selling anything today, or solely shopping?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Are you in the market for something?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader smiles sweetly at you.

You say, "Who knows!"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "What type of furniture are you in the market for?"

You say, "Well, so far my house has piles and piles of blankets for sitting on. Comfortable, but a bit... informal. I should probably get some chairs, for when I have more civilized folk than myself over. My grandmother is from Cyrene, and I doubt she loves dirt so much as I."

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Aha! Oh yes, chairs or a nice bench."

You have emoted: Kyriella tilts her head, contemplating.

You say to Bydar, a garish-looking trader, "You don't think a bench would be too hard?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Perhaps, yes! Though, the purveyor here might have some lovely fabric or padding. Maybe a rocker? Or maybe a hammock, do you think they have those? I spent a summer in a hammock once."

You have emoted: Kyriella's eyes light up.

You say, "A hammock might be just the thing!"

You say, "But where to find one, is the question... I don't think I've seen one for sale here in Delos."

You ponder the situation.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader purses his lips in thought.

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "I can't say that I've seen one either. Though, I've spent years off the mainland, and I'm afraid I'm a poor source of information."

You say, "Well, this gives me a direction to search in, at least. Next time I bump into you, I'll let you know if I've had any success!"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader exclaims, "Splendid!"

You say, "Is there anything I can do to help you, before I race off to look some more?"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader says, "Oh no, that's quite all right. I may head on back down that road until I remember what I needed."

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

You say, "Then travel well, friend. May we meet again soon!"

Bydar, a garish-looking trader bends over in an exaggerated bow.

Bydar saunters out to the southeast.

Ryzack

Orzaansyn said:

You are far more patient than me.

And I missed that one... Damn.

@Orzaansyn but now you have @Jemba and Ryzack!

Ryzack

@Hashan has a serpent who has really been annoying for me, he failed at jumping me when I first became a solder of @Mhaldor when I was hunting in Sea Lion Cove, said he would be back, and since he warned me I was waiting for him, his idea of jumping me however was rather weak, as it involved him shooting a few meteor arrows and once I found him he just used  a wormhole to retreat to Actar. He came back once or twice and both times ran when I started hitting him. I've challenged him to duels to settle this little fight him and I have had yet he always refuses to duel me, or says 'Sure' and then lies and uses messages saying that he is looking right at me, I use detect and find out that he is just sitting in Hashan. I finally got tired of this game of cat and mouse and decided "Hey, I'm going to go to Hashan and beat on him." After which I get enemied to Hashan as I expected, and die to guards. Which I have no problem with as I proved a point to him, that I'm not scared to walk into his city to kill the guy.

http://pastebin.com/2879gdgN

Zii

C'mon buddy, just leave the city so I can snipe you.

Ruth

Smells like a Denex kid. (I hope I'm wrong.) Also, it's more like craptalking rather than roleplay. That serpent kid is terrible to RP with.

Ryzack

True, I really wish Hashan would unenemy me long enough for me to kill him, because he won't leave me alone and all I want is for him to either die to me so that I can rub it in his face that he sucks and then ignore him. @Ruth honestly, thats the only reason I haven't ignored him yet since he is so hell bent on saying he can kill me.

Vayne

Well, we are not going to unenemy you so you can try to kill a citizen...but I would advise ignoring him(actually ignoring him not the in-game mechanic) as best you can and seeking out other venues in Hashan to roleplay in a bit more mature way. Two novices fighting like this tends to be as decisive as two people fighting to the death with pool noodles.

However, I will give you the same argument Hashani soldiers have been getting. You are a soldier so you are going to have to deal with it, especially when you have been actively raiding. I  try to discourage immature, griefy behavior but I can't be everywhere all the time.

Ryzack

@Vayne I have no problem with him jumping me, I just wish he wouldn't RUN BACK TO HASHAN everytime I come to the room he is in.

Arditi

Ryzack said:

@Vayne I have no problem with him jumping me, I just wish he wouldn't RUN BACK TO HASHAN everytime I come to the room he is in.

This is Serpent RP in a nutshell. Stop oppressing our culture with your honor based value system.

Vayne

Arditi said:

@Vayne I have no problem with him jumping me, I just wish he wouldn't RUN BACK TO HASHAN everytime I come to the room he is in.

This is Serpent RP in a nutshell. Stop oppressing our culture with your honor based value system.

That's 90% of the player bases strategy unfortunately.

Vicious

 <Didn't think I should post this due to the overwhelming embarrassment of it, but, if you EVER see this place you know you fucked it up BIG TIME and I mean BIG TIME>

Oppressive flames surround the entirety of this platform, though no heat emanates from them. They appear to burn hotly and shift between blue and green hues, flickering silently. Beyond the flames, the sky is crimson with huge columns of twisting winged creatures that flow soundlessly in massive, grouped formations. Underfoot extremely smooth tiles of black and charcoal basalt are held in place by a bloodsteel framework that runs between and around them. The high polish on the tiles reflects the surrounding flames as they dance in miniature below. Distorting the air, a rift of explosive fire churns in midair. A small ball of energy rests quietly on the ground. Moving in malevolent silence, a column of tiny daemonites swirls with unholy slowness.

Ryzack

@Vicious looks like you messed up bud

Jiraishin

That looks pretty cool.

Zii

Its my rape dungeon.

Vastus

Looks cozy.

Taraus

So, one of my favorite storyline arcs recently as been Tart's recent takeover of Amunet's linen closet. What started as a whim has fast turned into an entire clothing line. The initial kickof was Amu hosting a somewhat-fancy summer garden party, and Tart lacking proper dress to wear. The only solution for an innovative gypsy? Use what's handy. 

May I present Gypsy Couture:

Appearance: a revealing dress fashioned from a tablecloth

Dropped: Seeming nothing more than a pile of rags, a dress has been carelessly tossed aside here.

Examined: A white tablecloth has been repurposed to become this form-fitting, revealing dress. Crafted from the finest cotton, the material itself is gauzy and nearly sheer, the vague hint of shadows beneath threatening to expose the wearer's hidden form. The dress itself is created by the artful wrapping of the sheet of fabric, held in place by tension. One twisted corner moves over the left shoulder in a makeshift strap, and is then pulled down across the front of the body to the right hip. The rest of the material wraps around the torso and hips, concealing the upper frame in a sensual sheath, clinging to the alluring curves of bust and waist. The swathes of cloth hang loose to form the rest, the bottom hem torn and cut in various places to serve as a ragged skirt that ends roughly at mid-thigh, allowing any movement of the wearer to reveal tantalising glimpses of the uppermost stretch of leg.

Embroidered on it are the words:

A~\/~E

Taraus

For casual, day-to-day wear: 

Appearance: a tea towel twisted into a halter top

Dropped: Cast aside in a wrinkled grey heap, an overworked tea towel has finally retired.

Examined: A once-functional tea towel has been given new life, now serving as a barely-there cover in this scanty halter top. Crafted from the finest linen, the supple cloth conforms to the curves of the female form beneath, clinging to the swell of the breasts like a second skin. Two lengths of thin silver chain serve as the fastening, one strand stretched behind the neck, the other across the mid-back, pulling the light grey material taut across the chest. A hammered silver napkin ring has been used to both decorate the garment and give the makeshift shirt its form, the sparkling metal highlighting the deep cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline.

___________________

Appearance: patchwork breeches fashioned from dinner napkins

Dropped: A pile of napkins masquerading as breeches has been left in an untidy heap, the fine linen now wrinkled beyond repair.

Examined: Several dark grey dinner napkins have given over their former use, stitched together now in a whimsical patchwork pattern to craft this pair of comfortable breeches. A teasing expanse of lower belly is exposed by the relaxed cut, the breeches riding low on the hips and clinging tightly to the rear of the wearer. Three onyx buttons glitter from the front, the fastenings adding a bit of sparkle to the otherwise simple design. The short-leg trousers stop just below the knees in a widely upturned cuff, revealing the tanned, shapely calves of the feminine legs beneath. A series of tiny silver bells have been attached to the bottom of the hems, ringing softly with each movement of the wearer.

Taraus

The most recent addition ~ Because no lady's wardrobe is complete without a cocktail dress:

Appearance: a daring carmine dress crafted from a pillowcase

Dropped:  Carelessly tossed aside, a red velvet dress is here in a rumpled heap.

Examined: Fashioned from a sumptuous velvet pillowcase, the simple lines of this dress serve only to display the generous assets of the wearer. The dark carmine shroud clings to the form beneath, luxurious velvet hugging the feminine curves of the wearer in a second skin. Stopping just above the breasts and just below the curve of the rear, this scandalous number reveals more skin than it covers, the graceful lines of the alluring hourglass figure beneath highlighted by the intricate black-on-red pattern of the brocade. The wide band of ebon lacework that once served as decoration on the bed linen now attempts to function as a skirt, the ornamental weave giving a brief nod to modesty even as it affords teasing glimpses of the thighs beneath.

Embroidered on it are the words:

A~\/~E

Taraus

But wait, there's more:

Brief glimpse of some of the RP that's tied up in all this: Ami, Tart and Simoln were chilling in Ami's office, conversation got intense between Sim and Amunet, Tart snuck out and this ensued:

<snipped me wandering for ten minutes through Amunet's 37 room mansion because what the fuck, woman, how many rooms DO YOU NEED>

A lavish, frescoed dining room (indoors).

You see exits leading north and west.

Simoln tells you, "What mischief are you causing over there, gypsy?"

Holding the back of a chair for balance, Taraus tugs off knee-high, black leather boots trimmed in gold, eyeing the pendulous chandelier above the table.

You tell Simoln Mercadia, "Nothing, I'm... Just finish your conversation, I'll be back in a second."

Simoln tells you, "You...you're swinging from the chandelier, aren't you?"

Taraus shifts aside the centrepiece, hoisting a chair aloft and placing in on the table in it's place. Taraus quickly follows suit, nimbly clambering atop the makeshift boost.

You tell Simoln Mercadia, "Shut up."

Simoln tells you, "Goddamnit, gypsy, get back here."

Teetering precariously, Taraus makes a small leap, successfully reaching up to grab the bottom of the chandelier. Dangling for a moment, she waits until the swinging stops, then deftly removes three of the smaller diamond briolettes from the fixture's centre before dropping back down to the chair.

You grin smugly.

Taraus pockets the stolen baubles and slips from the table, setting the chair back in place and hastily adjusting the centrepiece before sneaking back out.

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The end result:

Appearance: a dangling earring crafted from chandelier prisms

Dropped: Glittering in a small pile of glitz and spangle, a diamond earring has been hastily tossed aside.

Examined: What this flashy earring lacks in design intricacy, it more than makes up for in sparkle. Hosted individually on filigree chains of pure silver that fall from a simple fishhook, a trio of ill-gotten diamonds are left to hang free, moving with the barest gesture. Each glittering stone is a different size, and the triad of baubles are suspended at varying heights from jawline to just above the shoulder. The three multi-faceted, teardrop-shaped jewels have been carved from gemstones of the highest quality and clarity, and flash wild, prismatic sparks that cast small rainbows against the skin. Each elongated piece is a tapered briolette, the distinctive cut matching exactly the signature style found on the ornate Viatrix chandeliers.

Anaidiana

Taraus said:

For casual, day-to-day wear: 

Appearance: a tea towel twisted into a halter top

Dropped: Cast aside in a wrinkled grey heap, an overworked tea towel has finally retired.

Examined: A once-functional tea towel has been given new life, now serving as a barely-there cover in this scanty halter top. Crafted from the finest linen, the supple cloth conforms to the curves of the female form beneath, clinging to the swell of the breasts like a second skin. Two lengths of thin silver chain serve as the fastening, one strand stretched behind the neck, the other across the mid-back, pulling the light grey material taut across the chest. A hammered silver napkin ring has been used to both decorate the garment and give the makeshift shirt its form, the sparkling metal highlighting the deep cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline.

Taraus

Not enough cleavage!! No sparkle! Though, hrm, the single-knot shoulder and wide neckline give me an idea... And Ami's got a silk rug in her gallery that Tart hasn't klepto'd (yet)... hmmmmmmmmmm...

Strata

House novices and lessons in respecting their elders. He should be fortunate this isn't Mhaldor (and I'm a nice guy).

http://pastebin.com/D4M8B4vF

Xith

Serpent discipline.

Jozlyn

@Strata You suck

Caoimhaen

@strata you are awesome! At least it wasn't one of those really really stupid ones. Dear gods. There has been maybe one newbie to which I told him if he disobeyed my orders one more time I was going to kill hm. Haha! Man I wish I would have logged that...that was hilariously horrible

Jurixe

I debated for some time on whether or not to share this, but in the end, I decided I might as well for anyone interested as the arc has more or less ended for now.

The general gist of the backstory is that Jurixe was involved in a ritual that more or less went wrong, and had many adverse effects that manifested over some time. It culminated in her becoming comatose from continuous blood loss and the constant, corrosive pressure of Chaos on her mental state. She didn't wake for over an IC year while she was internally fighting the taint, and others were searching for ways to help her wake up.

This is what happened, in the end. I have to say that I had a lot of fun with this mini-event, particularly as it was unscripted from start to finish, and everyone just rolled with where it took us. We only had a vague sort of plan of what was supposed to happen, but none of the details. You really have to put a lot of faith in your roleplay partners - especially if you have no idea what they're going to do, and I am so pleased that it turned out pretty well (in my opinion), considering our contrasting styles. I think the most important thing is to have fun, and I hope all those involved (over the entire thing) enjoyed it as much as I did.

http://pastebin.com/TXA2pLEM

Eiredhel

And this is why I'm a @Jurixe fan girl. 

Just saying.