Roleplay Logs!

Cinya

The Babelonians and their awesomeness strike again. This took place some time ago now, back when Cinya was still Shallamese and married - the first half is a fun story by Flair, and the second half is essentially Flair and Amunet giving Cinya shit. Had a lot of fun with this one. 

http://pastebin.com/zbmgk3rt

Corbeaux

@Cinya - Nice log. To be honest, your character is always really fun when she's angry B-)

Cinya

Corbeaux said:

@Cinya - Nice log. To be honest, your character is always really fun when she's angry B-)

Oh look, it's the new :douchebag: emoticon.  

Cinya

This is a short, very old log (one or two IRL years), but Jiraishin makes a pretty epic entrance that I think makes it worth sharing. It follows a sizeable and rather personal pseudo-monologue to Fyr by Cinya. 

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says, "It is funny you should say all this. I was told before you might."

You frown and say in Mhun, "I barely said two words to anyone else about it."

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

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says, "And you expect I wouldn't know about 

those two words?"

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says, "'Tis my job to know."

Inhaling deeply from a Zanzibaar Select cigar, Jiraishin releases a large cloud 

of heavy smoke into the air.

You blink incredulously at Jiraishin.

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says to you in Mhun, "I've been standing 

here a long time now. Nice speech, by the way."

You scowl miserably at Jiraishin.

You say in Mhun, "Gods-damned Serpents."

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says to you, "It's your own fault for finding us so 

dashing."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "It's both of your fault for 

standing in a road."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "In a city where I'm not 

enemied."

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says to Jiraishin, "Hey now. I have nothing to 

hide."

You say in Mhun, "Nor do I."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "Course not."

Fyr Dracrotalus, the Unrepentant says, "And I daresay we're all enemied to 

Shallam at this point."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "Go off-plane."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "I won't follow you to 

Annwyn."

Jiraishin Vastel, the Quiet Wanderer says in Mhun, "No promises on the 

Underworld."

Jiraishin

It's weird seeing how much Jiraishin has changed since then, particularly his manner of speaking.

I'm really tempted now to post a much more recent log of Jiraishin in full-on villain mode, but I need permission from people first.

Jiraishin

Ok, got permission.

Backstory on this: Jiraishin entered realms to discover that Cinya was no longer Shallamese and some plans centered around Tvistor and Cinya were off-track with questionable hope of recovery. This, and the lack of a satisfactory (to him) explanation of the situation, made him a very unhappy Viceroy.
After talking to Tvistor and telling him that he intended to meet with Cinya and get some answers, Jiraishin went to do so. In short order, Tvistor and Antidas both showed up without announcing themselves-- Tvistor gemmed, Antidas chameleoned. Jiraishin's mood thus shifted from severe frustration, exhaustion, and bitter anger to barely restrained murderous rage. Makes kind of a fun read (he took out the anger on some denizens later but I'm not including that log).

Final notes: Everyone is phased, "Harbinger" refers to Tvistor, which may not be immediately obvious since I don't include titles with accents/voices, and, the lines that look like "//1 minute" or "//2 minutes" indicate 1 or 2 minutes of silent space. A couple of lines have also been edited slightly to protect the questionably innocent.

Log

Shunsui

It's funny because it wasn't actually Cinya's fault she got caught/ousted >.>

Jiraishin

At that point whose fault it actually was did not terribly matter to Jiraishin, unless they could fix things. If any songbirds within his reach had taken that moment to fill his ears with serenades of happiness and love (that atmospheric was mercifully absent this time) he would've snapped their necks.

Corbeaux

The role play potential of the Serpent class is some of the best in the game. It's always good to see that displayed here (especially the behind-the-scenes logs). Kudos to @Jiraishin and all involved.

Jiraishin

The problem with Serpent RP is that I end up with awesome interactions that I can never post because of secrecy issues. Even if the people go -dormant- I still can't post them.

Iocun

Jiraishin said:

The problem with Serpent RP is that I end up with awesome interactions that I can never post because of secrecy issues. Even if the people go -dormant- I still can't post them.

So true. There are some really awesome spy-and-counterspy things I witnessed/was part of, but since they were never officially "resolved", they can't be talked about, which is a true pity.

Vayne

This all makes me snicker after the fact.

Jiraishin

Why?

Vayne

It is just funny to see how things unfolded from another side.

Aitox

Have to agree with the Serpent RP being brilliant. I've tried numerous times to imagine myself in the roles of other classes, but each time I revert back to being a Serpent, partly because the skills are so awesome, but mostly because of the 'feeling' I get when I am a sneaky, dubious Serpent.

Chord

It's been quite some time since this happened, and I liked the interactions within the conversation, so I think it is time to post: Chord and Aitox's first date.

Garao

Cute

Aitox

Chord said:

It's been quite some time since this happened, and I liked the interactions within the conversation, so I think it is time to post: Chord and Aitox's first date.

Ugh, how embarrassing

Brings back fond memories; you're never around anymore Freaking Guild Wars 2!

Chord

I'm only like level 14 on GW2! Only reason I am never around is because I got a promotion at work and I'm neck-deep in midterm season.

Vayne

Fun interaction with a Dawnie who was curious about Vayne's religion and what he looks like under his mask. She later left and became a Serpentlord but disappeared soon after. Her level of aptitude made it apparent she was an alt. I liked you, come back!

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I don't see Prosperian marks.

You point accusingly at a gleaming circlet forged from the finest silver and gold.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I still think you're a Darkwalker. And now I know why you're unwilling to admit it to me.

Neresa shrugs helplessly.

Galcian, a scintillating phase hound materializes out of thin air, in a burst of azure light.

Neresa weaves to the side as she steps toward you, eyes becoming focused on your mask.

You have emoted: Vayne stands perfectly still, Galcian peering up at you curiously.

Neresa's eyes flit down to Galcian briefly before returning.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: The Morning Lord told me that Darkwalkers are banned from Shallam. Makes sense that you wouldn't admit it to a Shallamese girl.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

You rattle: I was banned from Shallam for most of my life.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: You spend a lot of time there, from what whispers say.

You rattle: I got along perfectly fine for that century.

You rattle: Though I still visited now and then.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Either way, you evaded my question about the Order. Phaesteans, Prosperians, and Ouranians have no reason to hide that they are what they are...Darkwalkers, though...I imagine it hurts you in more ways than one if it became public.

Neresa crouches before Glacian and begins her careful study of him as well.

You rattle: Well you certainly have me pegged.

Neresa snorts arrogantly.

You rattle: I serve the Night.

Neresa raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Still evasive.

You say in a quiet, muffled voice, "The Triad."

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I know. I'm not an idiot.

Galcian, a scintillating phase hound perks his tufted ears up.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

Neresa rises to her full height once more, shifting her weight to her other foot.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: That doesn't make it less evasive. If you had no Order, you'd have no reason not to say so. You still haven't enlightened me otherwise.

You rattle: I serve both the Lord and Lady, the Goddess of Dreams is sadly distanced from us.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Plenty of people serve multiple Divine while still holding one specific Order higher than others.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Look at the trio of River, Sea, and Moon.
Neresa shrugs helplessly.

You say in a quiet, muffled voice, "The Triad ruled together, shifting with the wandering stars. Now too does the Diad shift from Darkness to the Light of the Moon."

You say in a quiet, muffled voice, "As Seneschal, I serve thusly."

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Still no answer to my question, Vayne.

Neresa's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: You're very good at talking circles.

You rattle: I am a politician.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Obviously.

Neresa erupts with gnollish laughter.

You rattle: I am a member of all three's pre-orders.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I wasn't aware that was allowed.

You rattle: Perhaps it is not.

You shrug helplessly.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I still think you're a Darkwalker, first and foremost.

Neresa weaves to the side as she circles behind you.

You rattle: You are free to think what you want, I am sure you are not the only one to share that thought.

You rattle: Popular sentiment is that anyone in power in Hashan is a Darkwalker.

Neresa shakes her head.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Anyone in power in Ashtan is a Nihilist. Anyone in power in Hashan could be anything.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

You rattle: Not long ago, the Darkwalkers ruled Ashtan.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: It's their nature to be good at politics, I'm sure.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: He teaches skills all politicians use, after all.

You rattle: Indeed.

You rattle: Makes them all suspect, really.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I don't trust politicians by general practice.

You rattle: Wise.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: So what's behind the mask?

You rattle: My face.

Neresa leans near your shoulder, her finger seeking out the edge of the mask.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Obvious.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: The question behind the question is 'what are you hiding from Sapience'.

You rattle: I hope it is not anti-climactic.

Neresa whispers in a rasping voice, "Nothing is when it sates curiosity."

You have emoted: Vayne shoots his hand up and grabs your wrist firmly.

You rattle: Rude to touch, Dear.

Neresa lets out a low, serpentine hiss.

You have emoted: Vayne loosens his grip, his arm sliding back to his side.

Galcian, a scintillating phase hound growls menacingly.

Neresa flexes her fingers briefly, her shoulders rolling back as she allows herself to relax.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: What you find rude and what I find rude are obviously different.

You rattle: Well, you are from Shallam.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: If you're trying to peg me as one of those cuddling, simpering Cyrenian idiots from Shallam, you're mistaken.

You rattle: Obviously not.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I don't possess the skills of batting my eyelashes and getting what I want. Therefore, it becomes less rude for me to touch when the ends justify the act - the ends being a satisfaction of my curiosity about your face.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I'd be curious about the rest of you, but I just spent the last day smelling the Morning Lord and so any vague desires are thusfor quelled.

Neresa shrugs helplessly.

You rattle: Such a subject justification only goes one way, unfortunately.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Says you.

You rattle: And thus it is so.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

Neresa erupts with gnollish laughter.

Neresa leans in again, shamelessly running a finger along the side of the mask as her laughter dies down.
Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: I'm not good with patience, and thus my curiosity tends to get the best of me.

You rattle: Well, I will help you develop some.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Or drive me insane.

You rattle: Either is fine with me.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: You really should let me see.

You rattle: I think not.

Neresa's fingers instead fall to your neck, hand resting on your shoulder before falling away entirely.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Disappointing.

You rattle: Anyway, I have a date with a Nihilist.

Neresa snorts arrogantly.

You incline your head politely.

Draco Lumis Neresa rattles: Everyone seems to find others more interesting. Sad.
Neresa leaves to the southeast.

Terra

You all are almost making me miss Serpent. The rattling at the expense of everyone else in the room, the phased conversations and battles, the espionage...

Vayne

The apparent frustration of people caught between rattling Serpents is quite possibly worth it alone.

Shunsui

Ugh, I think I miss rattling even more than phase. Both using it screw with people, and actually knowing wtf is going on when I'm surrounded by serpents >.<

Boosteya

I had a serpent alt - hmm, apparently still have. I could never resist using illusion to fake others' rattling in a roomful of only serpents.

Nizaris

Here is the text of a sermon that I performed in the Mhaldorian Cathedral.

http://pastebin.com/0pPzHKun

Aitox

Nizaris said:

Here is the text of a sermon that I performed in the Mhaldorian Cathedral.

http://pastebin.com/0pPzHKun

Was really impressed by this

Coeur

Fun interaction with a Dawnie who was curious about Vayne's religion and what he looks like under his mask. She later left and became a Serpentlord but disappeared soon after. Her level of aptitude made it apparent she was an alt. I liked you, come back!

[log]

Good to see that decent snippets of fun haven't entirely escaped the Achaean world yet!

Idelisa

Nizaris said:

Here is the text of a sermon that I performed in the Mhaldorian Cathedral.

http://pastebin.com/0pPzHKun

Brilliant. Mhaldor is what's wrong with Achaea.  Not cause there's anything actually wrong with Mhaldor itself, but cause you guys have all the damn slaves.

Please share.

Nizaris

@Idelisa: Heh. I think we deserve a few more, given the currently low (but improving) levels of manpower.

Corbeaux

Not much of a log, as I don't have many shareable ones. A testament to the player behind @Babel and his penchant for even the small things. This happened a bit ago during a celebration.

 

A rough-hewn stone cup materialises in Lianca's hands, coalescing out of a swirl of dust.

You feel a sudden chill in your hands. When you glance down, you are holding a rough-hewn stone cup, with no idea how it got there.

You tilt your head curiously.

Lianca flashes you a joyous smile.

You look long and hard at a rough-hewn stone cup, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

A rough-hewn stone cup materialises in Jarrod's hands, coalescing out of a swirl of dust.

The corners of Amunet's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

As you sip deeply of the dark draught within a rough-hewn stone cup, your vision swims and you momentarily glimpse an alien, rocky promontory that juts out over a vast, achingly cold abyss. The vision ebbs away just as the flavour does.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Drink it. It's incredible."

You tilt back a rough-hewn stone cup, draining it of its dark liquid. An utterly cold fist closes around your heart, and for a long moment your heartbeat stops. At last, warmth and life return, though when you glance down, the cup is gone.