Okay...a little background story here. Caoimhaen failed miserably in the raids mhaldor had been through that day. He also had fallen to weakness where his friend actually made him doubt his choice for Mhaldor. He has confessed this to @orzaansyn. And told her that confessing was not enough to pay for his sins. He decided death was too fast and it would not teach him anything. He derived a form of punishment and orzaansyn agreed to help him to fulfill it. The following is a log of the events that took place.
Soo, I'm going to be doing some RP stuff around Oakstone and changes in the coming days/weeks (christmas, wtf else am I supposed to do) I'll be posting bits and pieces here, and I'll be seeking out people IG to try and get more than myself involved. If you read the posts here, or the posts IG, and want to butt in with ideas, disagreements, consent or other things. Seek me out!
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Jurixe says to a quartet of cowled musicians in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "When you are ready, maestro."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "WE GOT THIS."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "WE GOT THIS."
Nocroth ceases to wield an earthenware mug of mulled cider in his right hand.
Jurixe ceases to wield an elegant wine glass in her left hand.
Caoimhaen's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Carmain puts on a Hood of the Sphinx.
You have emoted: Xer smirks as he takes Hasar's paw and moves onto the dance floor.
Tormented Heshran says in Mhaldorian, "For those who need a bit more courage, I have tumblers of absinthe to speed your dancing feet."
Vicious takes a large bite of a strawberry cupcake with cotton candy icing. Chocolate filling makes a sticky mess that he hurriedly wipes off his chin, before quickly devouring the rest of the cupcake.
An imposing foyer (indoors). A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Carved from dark obsidian and pale ivory, a statue of an implacable Ebon Fist monk dominates the foyer, her taut muscles locked in a pose of eternal readiness. Four tall, cowled musicians gather about an ebony piano with instruments at the ready. Stark white curls cascading over her shoulders, Sylcine stands here, smiling peacefully. Idly scratching his groin, Norbert stands here, dead cat in hand. Antlers of jet black crown the head of a proud ivory peryton. A stubborn mule wanders about here, nosing at the ground. A nebulous water weird is here. Nameless One, Drax is here. Blade Aspirant Teela, Sentry of Mhaldor is here. Tyrannus Ruth Yuridja-Keyte, Sartai Navarch is here. Minion Reprobate Areigna is here. Cahin Nithilar is here. Droch Medi is here. He wields an obsidian dagger in his left hand and a small blackjack in his right. Florentino Milani is here. Blade Aspirant Aepas Xa'sai, Ward of Mhaldor is here. Cleric Aegoth Yuridja-Keyte, Disciple of Pain is here. He wields an elemental staff in his left hand and an obsidian dagger in his right. Father Nocroth dis Serenath is here. Minion Reprobate Caoimhaen, Disciple of Ryzack is here. His face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. Daemonic Hand Sherazad Tasath, Debate Symposiarch is here. Benedomina Nakari is here. Jurixe S. Nithilar is here, shrouded. She is surrounded by one reflection of herself. Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord is here. Executor Vicious Lichlord, Squire of Katzchen is here. Alcinae Nithilar is here. He wields a buckler in his right hand. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Tormented Heshran is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his right hand. You see exits leading north, northeast, south (closed door), and northwest.
Aepas chuckles long and heartily.
Caoimhaen's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Alcinae Nithilar says to Heshran in Mhaldorian, "I'll take some absinthe, if you will."
Jurixe chuckles at Nocroth's expression, extending a gloved hand to him expectantly.
Alcinae Nithilar says in Mhaldorian, "I'll need it in a bit."
Heshran gives a cloudy glass tumbler to Alcinae.
Alcinae Nithilar says in Mhaldorian, "Thanks."
Aepas says to Teela in a multifarious voice, "Four dances are a bit much, I will sit this one out. I need a short break."
A cowled violinist says, "A foxtrot...if you dare."
Nocroth extends his own hand and takes the one proferred, prepared to do his duty on the dancefloor.
Areigna takes a drink from a stygian vial.
Caoimhaen offers his hand to Sherazad.
Caoimhaen bows deeply.
An macabre blast from the piano opens the foxtrot, complex chords swinging through the central melodic theme.
In perfect unison, the string musicians begin to play, separated octaves marking out the main melody then splitting into a minor harmony.
Hasar begins to move with you, kicking him in the shin and stepping on his foot repeatedly, as the music begins.
Crisp and regular, the foxtrot's quick tempo is strictly maintained by the quartet, the pianist driving the beat onwards.
Caoimhaen snickers at Hasar.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// LOLOL."
Jurixe leads Nocroth out onto the dance floor and assumes the proper position, her eyes gleaming faintly as she looks up at him.
Sherazad gives her hand to Caoimhaen, ready to try again.
Obnoxious ad libbing by the viola carves through the rapid, swung beat of his collaborators.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// GO GO GO."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// COM EON NUB."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// LOVE ME BBY."
Picking up the viola's challenge, the violinist adds his own grisly brand of extemporizing to the melody, a faint stain of red marking the piano keys as his challenged, raw fingers bleed on the instrument.
Nocroth offers a quick smile and launches into motion, guiding Jurixe as best he can. His movements are surprisingly smooth, given his reluctance.
Caoimhaen makes an attempt to glide as the others across the dance floor with Sherazad.
You have emoted: Gritting his teeth at the initial blows, Xer also moves in time with Hasar, subtly jabbing him in the side with clenched fists.
Changing tack, the strings decrescendo to an eerie mix of overtones, repeating the main theme in the ghoulish key signature with unhealthy glee.
You whisper to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a silvery voice, "Enjoying the dance?"
Sherazad straightens her back, arms lifted with Caoimhaen's, as she tries to follow the music.
Louder now, the quartet switches up the key and the melody swings loosely along with accentuated downbeats.
Ruth takes up Aegoth's arms firmly and begins to move forward, her feet moving swiftly and purposefully towards Aegoth, leading him backwards.
Jurixe's eyes widen in surprise, the smile turning from one of amusement to one of pleasant surprise as she follows his movements carefully, stepping in carefully orchestrated time.
Fourth intervals battle feverishly, the piano and viola pitting themselves against each other in a bid to add musical complexity to the dance.
Teela joins Aepas with a glass of wine.
As Nakari takes a hearty swig from a mug of Blackrock cider, she twitches slightly at the earthy flavours and coughs softly.
Adding a swinging counterpoint descant, the violinist hounds the piano and viola back to their core parts as the foxtrot steadily moves along.
Hasar stares at you intently, uttering a phrase quickly, shifting his body to dodge some of the blows. He continues to step on Xer's feet, grinning faintly in return.
Hasar shapes a jagged bolt of lightning and hurls it into you. You feel your curseward defence stripped by the powerful lightning bolt. 5143h, 5009m, 25360e, 19600w cexkdb-[Paused][R]20:31:12:684(-678)
Areigna holds one of her arms, watching silently. A slight smile betrays her amusement.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// OWNED BITCH."
Rushing together into a final, pristinely augmented chord, the quartet concludes the foxtrot and lowers their instruments in total silence.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// end it with tremolo."
The water weird suddenly collapses into a puddle of normal water.
You tell Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord in Mhaldorian, "// NO YOU, and ok."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "YOU KILELD MY WATERWEIRD."
A cowled violinist says, "A foxtrot...if you dare."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "LOL MORE FOXTROT."
Caoimhaen's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Succumbing to utter exhaustion, Caoimhaen falls into a deep sleep.
Nocroth glides quickly to and fro across the floor, bringing his arm up to twirl Jurixe as the music reaches its coda.
Sherazad beams broadly at Caoimhaen.
An macabre blast from the piano opens the foxtrot, complex chords swinging through the central melodic theme.
Carmain ceases to wield an ornate steel rapier in his left hand.
In perfect unison, the string musicians begin to play, separated octaves marking out the main melody then splitting into a minor harmony.
The sizzle of lightning lights up the room for a moment, attracting Jurixe's attention as she twirls gracefully under Nocroth's guidance.
Sylcine, Maiden of Regret smirks at Hasar.
Areigna takes a drink from a stygian vial.
Crisp and regular, the foxtrot's quick tempo is strictly maintained by the quartet, the pianist driving the beat onwards.
Jurixe says to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Can you -not- explode my foyer, please."
Ruth is careful to step around Aegoth's feet as she glides backwards, her arms held steady and stately as she moves to the music.
Obnoxious ad libbing by the viola carves through the rapid, swung beat of his collaborators.
Aegoth blinks at Ruth's lead, allowing her to take him into a complex trot before he tilts his head. His eyes blaze dangerously with an intense gleam before he pushes back against the Tyrannus, forcefully taking the lead from Ruth as his feet fall in time with the music.
You have emoted: Xer dances around, dodging blows from Hasar as he avoids stepping on Caoimhaen on the floor.
Florentino lights a Kelley's Choice cigar, puffing on it gently to produce a sizeable cherry at the end.
Florentino takes a generous puff of a Kelley's Choice cigar, causing charcoal scented smoke to fill the air.
Dreadlord Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil says to Jurixe, "Please learn to grammar correctly."
Picking up the viola's challenge, the violinist adds his own grisly brand of extemporizing to the melody, a faint stain of red marking the piano keys as his challenged, raw fingers bleed on the instrument.
Jurixe says to Carmain in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Apologies, father. "
Alcinae grins quietly at Areigna.
Jurixe says to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Can you not explode in my foyer, please."
Changing tack, the strings decrescendo to an eerie mix of overtones, repeating the main theme in the ghoulish key signature with unhealthy glee.
Areigna nods knowingly at Alcinae.
Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says to Jurixe in Mhaldorian, "Fire it is."
Louder now, the quartet switches up the key and the melody swings loosely along with accentuated downbeats.
Jurixe narrows her eyes briefly at Hasar, but returns to focus on the dance with Nocroth.
Alcinae walks towards Areigna, bowing before offering his hand.
Hasar sizes you up, pacing in front of him. He throws his head at him, and lifts his paw to throw a lash of fire at you.
Fourth intervals battle feverishly, the piano and viola pitting themselves against each other in a bid to add musical complexity to the dance.
Hasar forms a lash of fire, and sends it to painfully scorch your flesh. 5321h, 5009m, 25360e, 19600w cexkdb-[Paused][R]20:34:18:250(-500) Areigna takes Alcinae's hand, stepping out toward the floor.
Adding a swinging counterpoint descant, the violinist hounds the piano and viola back to their core parts as the foxtrot steadily moves along.
You have emoted: Xer shakes his sadly as he slaps Hasar's hands away as they continue to dance.
Alcinae guides Areigna as he walks in long strides across the floor, before resting his hand on her waist, and listening to the beat.
Comprehension flashes across Alcinae's face.
Jurixe slides to a stop as the music ends, looking a bit breathless as she lets go of Nocroth's hands and curtsies to him.
Hasar gives a mocking bow to you, as the music ends.
Jurixe says to Nocroth in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "You deceived me, Father. That was an excellent dance."
Areigna chuckles, grinning broadly at Alcinae.
Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says to you in Mhaldorian, "Well fought."
You have emoted: Xer chuckles softly as the foxtrot ends. He inclines his head at Hasar for the dance.
You spring into the air with a flip away from the area. You flip into a backwards handspring to the northeast, and strike Hasar on the way out.
- I move back to the room -
You say to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a silvery voice, "Quite."
Hasar stands up.
You have emoted: Xer's lips twitch upwards.
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Just a small hint of what happened at the Reflections Ball haha
@eld and right when @sherazad and I were going to maybe decent dancers! Yeah we failed..lol. so embarassing. I thought for sure they were gonna kill me. But sherazad was a great sport about me falling asleep while dancing with her.gosh, that was so fun. Sooo lucky I didn't get excecuted.lol
Rangor asked me to post this log, since he was going to sleep at the end of it -- it's a little long, even without city/house/market chatter, but it was a fun couple of hours of chatting and poking at old, old friends (and their new ideas!)
Seems this thread could use a little TLC, so I decided to put up one of my many recent logs of things that I managed to clean up.
The following was Melodie's last attempts to try and find some closure from her old life, despite most everyone telling her to shove off and move on - she's a stubborn lady. Lets just say out of all of the responses I was thought I'd be given, this one was not quite on there. What will happen next? For me to know and for you to wonder (for now).
It starts with a letter I wrote and sent, and follows up with a log of the response. Enjoy!
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
You sink to your knees in despair as you realise that you have been cast out of
the Divine Order of Sartan.
0h, 4206m XEDBK| PSD|HesF -<17:39:26:174>
1/22/23:40 --- brands you a traitor to Mhaldor and casts you out.
5 RL years building up a character, gaining some small level of respect, 5 years of being loyal to sartan/Mhaldor, training newbies and Maldaathi, and all of it gone in less than 5 minutes..
PS:
1/22/23:44 An armoured stallion, your loyal companion, has been slain by Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord.
I wouldn't expect any another way out from the City/Order of evil...
Even tho.. I would have expected an approach from Sartan asking "hey what's up" before that.. .
The recent bails from Mhaldor (Tiamat, Dontarion, You, etc) that used to be "iconic Mhaldorians" imo, make it sound like something is really, really wrong with the leadership there. idk, just an outsider point of view.
edit1: spelling.
edit2: scratch all that. It is the Cooper effect, was the secret bomb from Targ to you guys
I'm not interested in trying to defend myself or the leadership of Mhaldor, as stuff like that is entirely IC. That's a pretty large brush that's being used to tar everyone, and things always get blown up much more on the forums (good and bad alike). It's all perspective.
I will say two things, however:
1) That is pretty much the exact response I would have expected from Sartan, so it's really no surprise there. You wanted the Seven Truths, you got it.
2) When there comes a point where what you enjoy doing in the game and the environment you're in has reached an impasse, one or the other has to give way. If it'll increase your enjoyment of the game to find a different place to play, by all means, that way it works out for everyone. So often people that depart organisations (across the board, not directed specifically at you) believe themselves martyrs because theirs is the Word, and everyone else is blind or has failed to follow. Of course those of us who do conversions capitalise on this ICly, but OOCly, it's really just a hotbed of bitterness.
Things that such people need to consider: The game of now is not the game of then. The environment and players are different and cities have had to adapt to that. It is the burden of leadership to consider how to juggle progress in the 'modern day' while still keeping sight of tradition and history of the cities. Trying to uphold outdated behaviour will inevitably lead to unhappiness. Have you spoken to the leaders about your grievances? Have they tried to discuss it with you? Are your concerns/solutions legitimate? It's very difficult to be unbiased in this regard, but I encourage everyone to really step back and think about it as clearly as you can for a moment.
Otherwise, it is entirely possible that the development of your character has moved away from what worked in this environment, and it is time to seek other places to play in. That is perfectly fine. But you need to consider that the problem might actually be with you, and not the majority of the org itself (though of course, these are always easier to blame). If the majority of other people are enjoying the place as it is, then it was probably for the best that everyone parted ways.
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They only thing I cut out from that is an NPC daemon spouting a scripted speech about how only the weak leave Mhaldor. Sorry to have left in that manner @Tirac, I really did try to work things out before this point.
I'm not interested in trying to defend myself or the leadership of Mhaldor, as stuff like that is entirely IC. That's a pretty large brush that's being used to tar everyone, and things always get blown up much more on the forums (good and bad alike). It's all perspective.
I will say two things, however:
1) That is pretty much the exact response I would have expected from Sartan, so it's really no surprise there. You wanted the Seven Truths, you got it.
2) When there comes a point where what you enjoy doing in the game and the environment you're in has reached an impasse, one or the other has to give way. If it'll increase your enjoyment of the game to find a different place to play, by all means, that way it works out for everyone. So often people that depart organisations (across the board, not directed specifically at you) believe themselves martyrs because theirs is the Word, and everyone else is blind or has failed to follow. Of course those of us who do conversions capitalise on this ICly, but OOCly, it's really just a hotbed of bitterness.
Things that such people need to consider: The game of now is not the game of then. The environment and players are different and cities have had to adapt to that. It is the burden of leadership to consider how to juggle progress in the 'modern day' while still keeping sight of tradition and history of the cities. Trying to uphold outdated behaviour will inevitably lead to unhappiness. Have you spoken to the leaders about your grievances? Have they tried to discuss it with you? Are your concerns/solutions legitimate? It's very difficult to be unbiased in this regard, but I encourage everyone to really step back and think about it as clearly as you can for a moment.
Otherwise, it is entirely possible that the development of your character has moved away from what worked in this environment, and it is time to seek other places to play in. That is perfectly fine. But you need to consider that the problem might actually be with you, and not the majority of the org itself (though of course, these are always easier to blame). If the majority of other people are enjoying the place as it is, then it was probably for the best that everyone parted ways.
Have you spoken to the leaders about your grievances?
Yes
Have they tried to discuss it with you?
Not really
Are your concerns/solutions legitimate?
According to you and many others, nope. I'm just whining.
That said I have nothing against the people who are actively trying to lead Mhaldor currently, and that includes you @Jurixe. I have an issue with what the current Mhaldor has become. The laxity, the kinder/gentler aspect to everything, the non-combative nature of those in charge of a combative city. Mhaldor has been headed down a new path for a while, and unfortunately, the path the leaders (or admin, or gods) have chosen for it, is not what Mhaldor should be. We don't need another Hashan with a rougher forward face. Mhaldor has lost its identity, even in gaining an active divine. Guess that's what happens when you bring in talent from another mud that has no clue what the city atmosphere should be like. Mhaldor's always been a bit clique, but the current level of cliq-ness surppasses that of a high school drama club.
Re: your edit If the majority of other people are enjoying the place as it is, then it was probably for the best that everyone parted ways.
Ask the newer players. Sure they like it. Ask the older players. Do they? I'm betting the answer would be no. However, I can't speak for everyone only myself of course.
(people have been asking about the letter from a previous post, pastebin deleted it. Can't edit that post, so the letter is here)
If you don't like a city for whatever reason and the game stops being fun, leave the city. Or take a break from Achaea. That's all, nothing else to it, no hard feelings involved! (Unless you do something extraordinarily offensive, but then I get more experience that way, muahaha)
But really, I see a problem with the way a lot of people seem to approach Achaea, in terms of combat.
When in conflict -> You will die and lose xp. This is true. But if you play smartly, and are willing to learn and try not to get too upset, you'll avoid death next time!
And (unless you're a jester or shaman, both classes of which are very useful, but sadly they die and get few kills) once you die less, you'll gain kills and experience over time.
Trust me. This is coming from someone who gets targeted a shit load. If you have a calm attitude and are willing to learn, it all comes with time.
And EVERYONE has had those days of frustration when you just want to give up. Sometimes everything that could have gone wrong in a combat goes HORRIBLY wrong (Trust me, I've raided with @Xer, whatagoddamnscrub). What's important is that you calm down and learn.
tl;dr: If not having fun bc of city -> leave city, end of story. If upset about combat, mindset is everything, experience comes back easy.
Edit: Also, sorry if this is sort of not related to this thread at all, but meh. I blame @Jurixe.
tl;dr: If not having fun bc of city -> leave city, end of story. If upset about combat, mindset is everything, experience comes back easy.
I'm currently not upset about combat, wasn't earlier, and haven't been even after getting killed 8 times in the raid yesterday. The above was posted in roleplay logs because, however short, it will factor into the future roleplaying path I decide to take Rakon on. That's it. It's not a rant, and wasn't meant to be.
Lesson learned: Sometimes letters to Gods go well. Sometimes, they do not.
Not very well at all.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Lesson learned: Sometimes letters to Gods go well. Sometimes, they do not.
Not very well at all.
Agreed. But regardless, it shouldn't ever end up costing 2500cr or so. Live and learn, sure. But that's a pretty huge expense to chalk up to 'learning experience'.
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Do you have any idea how many times I've been unravelled? Shit eats at your mind man.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Not gonna lie. I had no idea Jhui could RPz.
That was pretty cool, though.
(Even if Atalkez is a weak, traitorous coward who I hate IRL and will never talk to again because omg what an awful guy. /FORUM RAGE)
Not gonna lie. I had no idea Jhui could RPz.
That was pretty cool, though.
(Even if Atalkez is a weak, traitorous coward who I hate IRL and will never talk to again because omg what an awful guy. /FORUM RAGE)
Still you meanie =pPenwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
voice, "When you are ready, maestro."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "WE GOT THIS."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "WE GOT THIS."
Nocroth ceases to wield an earthenware mug of mulled cider in his right hand.
Jurixe ceases to wield an elegant wine glass in her left hand.
Caoimhaen's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Carmain puts on a Hood of the Sphinx.
You have emoted: Xer smirks as he takes Hasar's paw and moves onto the dance
floor.
Tormented Heshran says in Mhaldorian, "For those who need a bit more courage, I
have tumblers of absinthe to speed your dancing feet."
Vicious takes a large bite of a strawberry cupcake with cotton candy icing.
Chocolate filling makes a sticky mess that he hurriedly wipes off his chin,
before quickly devouring the rest of the cupcake.
An imposing foyer (indoors).
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. Carved from dark obsidian and pale ivory,
a statue of an implacable Ebon Fist monk dominates the foyer, her taut muscles
locked in a pose of eternal readiness. Four tall, cowled musicians gather about
an ebony piano with instruments at the ready. Stark white curls cascading over
her shoulders, Sylcine stands here, smiling peacefully. Idly scratching his
groin, Norbert stands here, dead cat in hand. Antlers of jet black crown the
head of a proud ivory peryton. A stubborn mule wanders about here, nosing at the
ground. A nebulous water weird is here. Nameless One, Drax is here. Blade
Aspirant Teela, Sentry of Mhaldor is here. Tyrannus Ruth Yuridja-Keyte, Sartai
Navarch is here. Minion Reprobate Areigna is here. Cahin Nithilar is here. Droch
Medi is here. He wields an obsidian dagger in his left hand and a small
blackjack in his right. Florentino Milani is here. Blade Aspirant Aepas Xa'sai,
Ward of Mhaldor is here. Cleric Aegoth Yuridja-Keyte, Disciple of Pain is here.
He wields an elemental staff in his left hand and an obsidian dagger in his
right. Father Nocroth dis Serenath is here. Minion Reprobate Caoimhaen, Disciple
of Ryzack is here. His face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood.
Daemonic Hand Sherazad Tasath, Debate Symposiarch is here. Benedomina Nakari is
here. Jurixe S. Nithilar is here, shrouded. She is surrounded by one reflection
of herself. Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord is here. Executor Vicious Lichlord,
Squire of Katzchen is here. Alcinae Nithilar is here. He wields a buckler in his
right hand. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Tormented Heshran is
here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his right hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south (closed door), and northwest.
Aepas chuckles long and heartily.
Caoimhaen's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Alcinae Nithilar says to Heshran in Mhaldorian, "I'll take some absinthe, if you
will."
Jurixe chuckles at Nocroth's expression, extending a gloved hand to him
expectantly.
Alcinae Nithilar says in Mhaldorian, "I'll need it in a bit."
Heshran gives a cloudy glass tumbler to Alcinae.
Alcinae Nithilar says in Mhaldorian, "Thanks."
Aepas says to Teela in a multifarious voice, "Four dances are a bit much, I will
sit this one out. I need a short break."
A cowled violinist says, "A foxtrot...if you dare."
Nocroth extends his own hand and takes the one proferred, prepared to do his
duty on the dancefloor.
Areigna takes a drink from a stygian vial.
Caoimhaen offers his hand to Sherazad.
Caoimhaen bows deeply.
An macabre blast from the piano opens the foxtrot, complex chords swinging
through the central melodic theme.
In perfect unison, the string musicians begin to play, separated octaves marking
out the main melody then splitting into a minor harmony.
Hasar begins to move with you, kicking him in the shin and stepping on his foot
repeatedly, as the music begins.
Crisp and regular, the foxtrot's quick tempo is strictly maintained by the
quartet, the pianist driving the beat onwards.
Caoimhaen snickers at Hasar.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// LOLOL."
Jurixe leads Nocroth out onto the dance floor and assumes the proper position,
her eyes gleaming faintly as she looks up at him.
Sherazad gives her hand to Caoimhaen, ready to try again.
Obnoxious ad libbing by the viola carves through the rapid, swung beat of his
collaborators.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// GO GO GO."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// COM EON NUB."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// LOVE ME BBY."
Picking up the viola's challenge, the violinist adds his own grisly brand of
extemporizing to the melody, a faint stain of red marking the piano keys as his
challenged, raw fingers bleed on the instrument.
Nocroth offers a quick smile and launches into motion, guiding Jurixe as best he
can. His movements are surprisingly smooth, given his reluctance.
Caoimhaen makes an attempt to glide as the others across the dance floor with
Sherazad.
You have emoted: Gritting his teeth at the initial blows, Xer also moves in time
with Hasar, subtly jabbing him in the side with clenched fists.
Changing tack, the strings decrescendo to an eerie mix of overtones, repeating
the main theme in the ghoulish key signature with unhealthy glee.
You whisper to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a silvery voice, "Enjoying the dance?"
Sherazad straightens her back, arms lifted with Caoimhaen's, as she tries to
follow the music.
Louder now, the quartet switches up the key and the melody swings loosely along
with accentuated downbeats.
Ruth takes up Aegoth's arms firmly and begins to move forward, her feet moving
swiftly and purposefully towards Aegoth, leading him backwards.
Jurixe's eyes widen in surprise, the smile turning from one of amusement to one
of pleasant surprise as she follows his movements carefully, stepping in
carefully orchestrated time.
Fourth intervals battle feverishly, the piano and viola pitting themselves
against each other in a bid to add musical complexity to the dance.
Teela joins Aepas with a glass of wine.
As Nakari takes a hearty swig from a mug of Blackrock cider, she twitches
slightly at the earthy flavours and coughs softly.
Adding a swinging counterpoint descant, the violinist hounds the piano and viola
back to their core parts as the foxtrot steadily moves along.
Hasar stares at you intently, uttering a phrase quickly, shifting his body to
dodge some of the blows. He continues to step on Xer's feet, grinning faintly in
return.
Hasar shapes a jagged bolt of lightning and hurls it into you.
You feel your curseward defence stripped by the powerful lightning bolt.
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Areigna holds one of her arms, watching silently. A slight smile betrays her
amusement.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// OWNED BITCH."
Rushing together into a final, pristinely augmented chord, the quartet concludes
the foxtrot and lowers their instruments in total silence.
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "// end it with tremolo."
The water weird suddenly collapses into a puddle of normal water.
You tell Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord in Mhaldorian, "// NO YOU, and ok."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "YOU KILELD MY WATERWEIRD."
A cowled violinist says, "A foxtrot...if you dare."
Hasar tells you in Mhaldorian, "LOL MORE FOXTROT."
Caoimhaen's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Succumbing to utter exhaustion, Caoimhaen falls into a deep sleep.
Nocroth glides quickly to and fro across the floor, bringing his arm up to twirl
Jurixe as the music reaches its coda.
Sherazad beams broadly at Caoimhaen.
An macabre blast from the piano opens the foxtrot, complex chords swinging
through the central melodic theme.
Carmain ceases to wield an ornate steel rapier in his left hand.
In perfect unison, the string musicians begin to play, separated octaves marking
out the main melody then splitting into a minor harmony.
The sizzle of lightning lights up the room for a moment, attracting Jurixe's
attention as she twirls gracefully under Nocroth's guidance.
Sylcine, Maiden of Regret smirks at Hasar.
Areigna takes a drink from a stygian vial.
Crisp and regular, the foxtrot's quick tempo is strictly maintained by the
quartet, the pianist driving the beat onwards.
Jurixe says to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Can you -not-
explode my foyer, please."
Ruth is careful to step around Aegoth's feet as she glides backwards, her arms
held steady and stately as she moves to the music.
Obnoxious ad libbing by the viola carves through the rapid, swung beat of his
collaborators.
Aegoth blinks at Ruth's lead, allowing her to take him into a complex trot
before he tilts his head. His eyes blaze dangerously with an intense gleam
before he pushes back against the Tyrannus, forcefully taking the lead from Ruth
as his feet fall in time with the music.
You have emoted: Xer dances around, dodging blows from Hasar as he avoids
stepping on Caoimhaen on the floor.
Florentino lights a Kelley's Choice cigar, puffing on it gently to produce a
sizeable cherry at the end.
Florentino takes a generous puff of a Kelley's Choice cigar, causing charcoal
scented smoke to fill the air.
Dreadlord Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil says to Jurixe, "Please learn to
grammar correctly."
Picking up the viola's challenge, the violinist adds his own grisly brand of
extemporizing to the melody, a faint stain of red marking the piano keys as his
challenged, raw fingers bleed on the instrument.
Jurixe says to Carmain in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Apologies, father.
"
Alcinae grins quietly at Areigna.
Jurixe says to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Can you not explode
in my foyer, please."
Changing tack, the strings decrescendo to an eerie mix of overtones, repeating
the main theme in the ghoulish key signature with unhealthy glee.
Areigna nods knowingly at Alcinae.
Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says to Jurixe in Mhaldorian, "Fire it is."
Louder now, the quartet switches up the key and the melody swings loosely along
with accentuated downbeats.
Jurixe narrows her eyes briefly at Hasar, but returns to focus on the dance with
Nocroth.
Alcinae walks towards Areigna, bowing before offering his hand.
Hasar sizes you up, pacing in front of him. He throws his head at him, and lifts
his paw to throw a lash of fire at you.
Fourth intervals battle feverishly, the piano and viola pitting themselves
against each other in a bid to add musical complexity to the dance.
Hasar forms a lash of fire, and sends it to painfully scorch your flesh.
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Areigna takes Alcinae's hand, stepping out toward the floor.
Adding a swinging counterpoint descant, the violinist hounds the piano and viola
back to their core parts as the foxtrot steadily moves along.
You have emoted: Xer shakes his sadly as he slaps Hasar's hands away as they
continue to dance.
Alcinae guides Areigna as he walks in long strides across the floor, before
resting his hand on her waist, and listening to the beat.
Comprehension flashes across Alcinae's face.
Jurixe slides to a stop as the music ends, looking a bit breathless as she lets
go of Nocroth's hands and curtsies to him.
Hasar gives a mocking bow to you, as the music ends.
Jurixe says to Nocroth in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "You deceived me,
Father. That was an excellent dance."
Areigna chuckles, grinning broadly at Alcinae.
Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says to you in Mhaldorian, "Well fought."
You have emoted: Xer chuckles softly as the foxtrot ends. He inclines his head
at Hasar for the dance.
You spring into the air with a flip away from the area.
You flip into a backwards handspring to the northeast, and strike Hasar on the
way out.
- I move back to the room -
You say to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a silvery voice, "Quite."
Hasar stands up.
You have emoted: Xer's lips twitch upwards.
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Just a small hint of what happened at the Reflections Ball haha
http://pastebin.com/uTEzAJ0F
The following was Melodie's last attempts to try and find some closure from her old life, despite most everyone telling her to shove off and move on - she's a stubborn lady. Lets just say out of all of the responses I was thought I'd be given, this one was not quite on there. What will happen next? For me to know and for you to wonder (for now).
It starts with a letter I wrote and sent, and follows up with a log of the response. Enjoy!
http://pastebin.com/wfNpkvdf
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Stories by Jurixe and Stories by Jurixe 2
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Not very well at all.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby