Roleplay Logs!

Chiam

Stuneree, a 24-year old novice was casted out from the city and came back for a second chance. I was late to arrive at the meeting.

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@Zii asks in an arid voice, "Any objections?"

Zii looks to the gathered individuals, before continuing.
Xinna shakes her head silently.
Stuneree looks around with a concerned and concentrated look.

Zii says to Stuneree in an arid voice, "Your left eye, that is price of re-admittance to this glorious city."

@Saeva snorts, stirring up a whirl of dust.
Stuneree cringes, before standing straight up.

Stuneree says in a clear voice, "I will do anything I need to."

Zii holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for Stuneree to deliver the goods.

Stuneree says in a clear voice, "I am at your disposal."

Stuneree hesitates, raising his hand to his face.
Stuneree covers his face with his left hand, pulling his right hand up.
Stuneree begins to tear his right eye from his face, drawing blood and skin to the ground.
Stuneree falls to his knees in pain.

"Ha!" @Vicious‌ exclaims with gusto.
Saeva watches Stuneree with a malicious grin.

Obdurate Vicious says, "Well look here, he said the left eye."

Rayver whistles appreciatively.
Lioli smiles broadly.

Obdurate Vicious says, "So you're going to live the rest of your existence blind."

"Ha!" Zii exclaims with gusto.
Vicious attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Zii says in an arid voice, "Your listening skills require improvement, Stuneree."
Obdurate Vicious says, "Tear out the other eye, Slave."

Saeva peers at Vicious unscrupulously.
@Sherazad rolls her eyes.
Chiam tries, but could not control a grin on his face.

Zii says in an arid voice, "I'll take the right eye."

Vicious smirks.

Stuneree says in a clear voice, "I am sorry..."

Stuneree hands his eye, covered in flesh and blood, to Zii.

Zii says in an arid voice, "This was the highlight of my day."
Stuneree says in a clear voice, "Shaken by the request..."

Stuneree cowers in the ground, blood dripping from his face.
Arcion blinks.

Zii nonchalantly tosses the eye into the pool of piranha, which is devoured quickly.

Florentino

Mhaldor's weird sometimes. >.>

I'll post some non-gore Mhaldor logs soon!

Daslin

Whatever happened to real Mhaldor where the one dude SUCKED A SLAVE'S EYEBALL OUT WITH SLURPING NOISES INCLUDED?!

Herenicus

Oh my God, that was /one/ time!

Bluef

The Curia clan believes that as each new member swears to uphold the Code of their tribe that they are joined to each other, spiritually connected if you want, to one another. The bond is meant to be for all eternity across the planes of the Great Multiverse, but life in Achaea doesn't always work out that way. 

This is a small rite we held recently to unweave someone from our Tribe who had broken his Oath. There were actually four other people present and there was a bit of pre and post event stuff that I cut out of this particular log. 

https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/5ec7ad05

The rite has recently led to some additional RP as the "Unwoven" one is now experiencing the spiritual malaise of his self-afflicted severing. Fun times!  

Stuneree

Yeaah, now that I understand emoting and am not attempting to read through HELP menus while roleplaying, ultimately causing me to miss that there was a specified eye to tear out...

Maybe we can retry that.

Zii

Mhaldor without gore?  Thats Ashtan.

Guys don't realize that Zii was Adikoi, a follower of Lord Apollyon, dude was all about torture and despair.

Herenicus

While eyeball-slurpies border on gauche, I agree. 

Herenicus

Daeir said:

Hosted a global sermon on Sacrifice in the Mhojave. Announced it at the drop of a hat, had a surprisingly high turnout for it. No Mhaldorians though, which is disappointing, and half the Ashtani arrived after the actual sermon was finished. Oh well!

https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/32207d05

Host another!

Terra

Sad that I missed it.

Mishgul

host it louder

Jurixe

A few logs of the tournament, and I encourage the others to post them if they have them!

Chiam says in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "The final match of the second round, Tyrannus Ruth, against Deaconess Xinna! Take your places, ladies."

Chiam says in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "Heads or tails, Deaconess?"

Amusement gleams in Jurixe's grey eyes as she turns her gaze towards Ruth and Xinna.

(clan): Szeth says, "Show her the T-Ruth!"

Ruth lifts a rounded glass to her mouth and finishes off the clear contents.

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West says to Chiam in Mhaldorian, "Tails."

Using his wrist cleverly, Chiam flips a golden sovereign up into the air. You watch, mesmerised, as it spins rapidly through its arc. It hits the ground and you see that the heads side is facing up.

"One has a ribbon in her tail, and the other is a bug...BRING OUT SIR TREY INSTEAD."

Suladan takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Xinna snaps her fingers.

Ruth pats an audacious mountain eagle upon the neck.

Aiseiri's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Chiam says in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "Heads! The Tyrannus will go first. Good luck to both of you!"

Xinna's mandible twitches in irritation as she creases her brow in a frown.

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West mutters in Mhaldorian, "I am ... a bug." <<< laughed way too hard at this

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West mutters in Mhaldorian, "I am a ho..vali."

Cahin lifts a rounded glass to his mouth and finishes off the clear contents.

Ruth lowers a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur at Xinna as her eagle charges at Xinna's gargoyle. Xinna lowers a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur at Ruth as she closes in. An audacious mountain eagle collides into a stone gargoyle with great force as both jousters viciously skewer each other, causing both to lose their weapons and tumble to the ground.

A knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur clatters to the ground.

A knight's lance clatters to the ground.

Xinna stands up.

Xinna easily vaults onto the back of a stone gargoyle.

Kaevan cheers wildly!

"SQUISH THE BUG TYRANNUS!"

Xinna scoops up a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur.

Xinna scoops up a knight's lance.

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West says in Mhaldorian, "Oops."

Xinna gives a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur to Ruth.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Thank you."

Ruth begins to wield a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur in her left hand.

"I LOVE A GOOD THORAX WOOO!!  Ow what help I'm being mugge-"

Ruth easily vaults onto the back of an audacious mountain eagle.

Xinna begins to wield a knight's lance in her left hand.

Xinna lowers a knight's lance at Ruth as her gargoyle charges at Ruth's eagle. Ruth lowers a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur at Xinna as she closes in. Both deftly avoid each other's weapons, but Ruth holds firm upon her mount, while a stone gargoyle staggers backwards from the impact.

"What the foozle is that holding the lance?"

Tresa gives a glass of cool poppy tea to Cahin.

"It's a Horkval, you dolt."

"WOO SQUISH THAT BUG TYRANNUS"

"Oh I thought it was one of the mounts..."

Xinna turns to the crowd and scowls at the peasants.

"But..it said ho-vali?"

"Must be some alien race, like those dalmrr things."

Sipping quietly, Cahin lifts a round glass to his mouth and appears refreshed.

"CAT VERSUS BUG! But it's a big bug..."

Ruth lowers a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur at Xinna as her eagle charges at Xinna's gargoyle. Xinna lowers a knight's lance at Ruth as she closes in. Both deftly avoid each other's weapons, but Xinna holds firm upon her mount, while an audacious mountain eagle staggers backwards from the impact.

Jurixe lifts her gaze to the skies, attempting to hide her amusement.

"Go bug go! Do it for the ants!"

"It's pronounced Dala'myrr you dolt oh my god you just stabbed me with a knife aaaaaaaa help"

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West says in Mhaldorian, "Now we're talking. I like that one."

Aiseiri smirks.

(clan): Chiam says, "Hilarious illusions."

Ruth smirks.

Herose chuckles long and heartily.

"Squish that bug!"

Xinna lowers a knight's lance at Ruth as her gargoyle charges at Ruth's eagle. Ruth lowers a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur at Xinna as she closes in. Ruth ducks the weapon aimed at her but Xinna is unable to so manoeuvre and is viciously skewered. Xinna is sent tumbling off her gargoyle and her weapon goes flying in the air.

A knight's lance clatters to the ground.

Xinna easily vaults onto the back of a stone gargoyle.

Cresil creases his brow in a frown.

Tresa gives a tall cocktail glass to Mycen.

"Woooo Tyrannus!!!"

Azor claps his hands together merrily.

Chiam says in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "Again, the Tyrannus!"

Nimala gives up a round of applause.

Mycen gives a tall cocktail glass to Tresa.

Holding one hand upright, fingers delicately curled, Orzaansyn offers a decorously quiet round of applause.

Tresa gives a glass of lemon water to Mycen.

Cahin gives up a round of applause.

Deaconess Xinna, Envoy of the West says to Ruth in Mhaldorian, "Well deserved, Tyrannus."

Red and white flags wave gaily as the crowd cheers.

Xinna bows her head respectfully.

Ruth raises a knight's lance bearing a crimson ribbon of house I'llur into the sky before cantering back to her pavilion.

Ruth nods her head at Xinna.

"Told you it was a bug."

Tresa gives a glass of cool poppy tea to Mycen.

Mycen flashes Tresa a joyous smile.

"No You didn't you bandwagoner!"

Mycen Dracrotalus, Nagarani says to Tresa in Mhaldorian, "Thank you."

Mycen sips lightly from a cool glass of brown tea.

Xinna scowls and mutters, "I am not a bug. And the next peasant to say that is going to lose his head."

"As a reminder, anyone murdered in the stands shall be served up as refreshments later on. Thank you!"

Jurixe

Bloopers edition: (sorry @Chiam ily)

Chiam says to Cahin in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "Heads or tails, Bishop?"

Father Azor Corso says in Mhaldorian, "Alright then."

Azor grins mischievously at Herose.

Bishop Cahin Nithilar says in Mhaldorian, "Tails."

Chiam attempts to do an acrobatic flip over you, but only narrowly misses knocking you to the ground.

Tresa nods her head at Mycen.

(clan): Chiam says, "Shit."

(clan): Crixos says, "LOL."

(clan): Crixos says, "LOL."

"Ha ha ha hahaha!" laughs Chiam boisterously.

Saeva creases her brow in a frown.

(clan): Hasar says, "Wtf?"

Azor's bulbous eyes squeeze shut and open again in an exaggerated blink.

Suladan smirks at Chiam.

Crixos looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Chiam says in Mhaldorian in a thick, hoarse voice, "It was on purpose."

Using his wrist cleverly, Chiam flips a golden sovereign up into the air. You watch, mesmerised, as it spins rapidly through its arc. It hits the ground and you see that the heads side is facing up.

Alcinae attempts to stifle a laugh.

Herose creases his brow in a frown.

I was pretty much dying at this point.

Xer

FUUUUUUU ISP WHY YOU FAIL ME MIDWAY THROUGH THE EVENT THE THINGS I COULD HAVE DONE WITH HASAR THERE TO TROLL AND SLKDFJDS:LKFJDS:LKFJ

Terra

That event was too fun. Thanks @Jurixe for hosting and @Chiam for announcing and @Milenka for inviting me to joust! One of these days, the bug will win.

Also, never using mutter again!

Mishgul

ho..val

Trey

Mishgul said:

ho..val

I am ... a bug

Saeva

House Aristata was proud to have a ho-vali bug ride for us! You did a great job and took the troll peasants like a champ

Nyderrasethi

Nyder's conversion from Eleusian to Mhaldorian. Thanks to @Saeva, @Ruth, and @Cresil for helping me with this during the week or so it took to get everything ready/set-up. Thanks everyone else who participated like @Melodie who did so on the spur of the moment request.

http://pastebin.com/mk0kbpwQ

Jurixe

This was a pretty badass sermon for 10 minutes of work just before the ceremony, in my opinion. And somehow he fit his mule in there, which is some kind of amazing. Who knew @Hasar was such a great orator?

Ruth gestures over to Hasar as she enters the black marble arcade, drawing attention to the Lord Marshal.

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.  Malefic Entos is here. Benedominatus Halios Dracrotalus, the Black Death is here. He wields a polished, caliginous cane in his left hand. Deaconess Kei is here. Bishop Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh is here. He wields an elemental staff in his left hand and an obsidian dagger in his right. Droch Jhaeli is here. Archfiend Nimala I'llur is here. She wields an ornate, crystal-centred shield in her left hand. The Golden Dragon Xer's imposing form looms. Blade Aspirant Drodak, Ward of Mhaldor is here, shrouded. He wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand. Minister Sherazad Nithilar is here. The Golden Dragon Saeva's imposing form looms. Droch Stuneree is here. His face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. He wields a cavalry shield in his left hand. Tyrannus Ruth I'llur, Sartai Navarch is here. Malefic Hod is here.

You see a single exit leading down.

Hasar puts his fingers in his mouth and lets out a high-pitched whistle, then hopes for the best.

A stubborn mule trots in with head high.

Hasar easily vaults onto the back of a stubborn mule.

Hasar rides to the front of the chamber, turning slightly to face the gathered audience.

Hasar says loudly in Mhaldorian, "I look upon your faces and I see Soldiers of Mhaldor, Warriors of Oppression, Harbingers of Suffering. Some of you have fought along my side for decades. Some of you are new to the fog of Mhaldor. Some of you have fought in many wars, some of you have barely fought at all."

Aegoth nods gravely to the Marshal, his eyes locked in rapt attention upon the man astride his majestic mule.

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "Yet, all of you are Mhaldorian. All of you serve Lord Sartan. And all of you know of our last Crusade against the tree-dwelling Savages. The lucky amongst you took direct part in the constant strikes against Eleusis; be it by the slaughtering of their guards, destruction of their precious village, or by bringing fire to their Forests."

Hasar pauses for a moment, glancing over those gathered before him.

Hasar steps down off of a stubborn mule.

A stubborn mule obediently falls into line behind Hasar.

Hasar says quietly in Mhaldorian, "But, this war was not long. This war was not special."

Jurixe laces her gloved fingers together.

Hasar steps to the coffin, tapping his fingers on it.

Hasar says slowly in Mhaldorian, "This war, however, was decisive. We exercised complete control over Eleusis. Day, after day. Month, after month. Every coffin for a slain guard, charred forest, destroyed room - and every Eleusian bleeding out on the dirt moved us closer to our eventual Victory."

Hasar turns his head back towards the crowd, a slight grin coming to him.

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "Make no mistake, Mhaldor. We sought to achieve Triumph, and Triumph we did. We held to our terms while they floundered about; attempting to stand upon ground that was not there. Attempting to leverage a Rock that would not move."

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Hasar glances at his mule, pondering it for a moment.

The sky above grows dark as you call upon powerful magics. Raising your hands balefully, you cause lightning bolts, the hammer of the storm, to shoot from your hands and slam into a stubborn mule.

You have slain a stubborn mule, retrieving the corpse.

A stubborn mule, your loyal companion, has been slain by Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord.

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "We broke them. As dead as this mule lays, we broke them. They were forced to declare neutrality, with a feeble attempt to save face thereafter. They were forced to declare - they no longer wished Open war with Mhaldor. They are in shambles. For the more observant among you, you may notice they no longer fight with the same fervour. They no longer fight with the same urgency. Their spirit is broken. And shall it ever arise again, I will be here to lead again to crush it."

Hasar pauses for a moment, glancing over the crowd.

Ruth focuses her attention upon Hasar, silent.

Hasar says thoughtfully in Mhaldorian, "Some of you may think our victory was not so complete. - Yes, there were losses. Yes, there wre complete and utter failures. Deaths of our guards. Slaughtering of our own soldiers."

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "But, at times, that is -exactly- what I want. Exactly what I enjoy seeing. It serves as an excellent reminder of our frail mortality. Of our weakness. It shows us how to improve. - Yes, sometimes you will serve as my mules serve. Expendable. Used until they are dead, or no longer of use. Yes, you will die as many times as a mule will. But you will do so gladly. I will do so gladly. Over, and over. Again, and again. Until our Enemy is completely and utterly broken. Until their Patron is forced to admit to the Failings of Her village. - Because I know that will not happen to us. Because I know we will not break."

Sherazad solemnly bows her head in agreement.

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "It is foolish and naive to think that you will never lose an engagement. It is petulant to complain and wilter away, to hide or to shrivel in the face of adversity. It is Strong to look back, come to grips with your Weakness, and Eliminate it. Dying and 'losing' are not important. The reaction to adversity is important. Nothing else. - Do you falter, lick your wounds, and hide? Do you escape to a ship, or burrow into the dirt? - Is that what you will do, Mhaldor?"

Hasar says to Aegoth in Mhaldorian, "I asked you a question."

Hasar says to Kei in Mhaldorian, "I asked you a question."

Hasar says to Xer in Mhaldorian, "I asked you a question."

Hod shakes his head.

Stuneree shakes his head at Hasar.

Malefic Hod says in Mhaldorian, "No!"

Kei shakes her head at Hasar.

Aegoth raises his voice proudly, his eyes ablaze as he proclaims, "NEVER!"

Cleric Saeva Aristata's words quietly thrum through the air as she says, "Never, Lord Marshal."

Hasar asks in Mhaldorian, "I asked all of you a Question - is Silence your reponse?"

Benedominatus Halios Dracrotalus, the Black Death says, "No, we will not, Lord Marshal."

Dreadborn Keijima says, "NO LORD MARSHAL!"

Jhaeli says in Mhaldorian in a low, melodic voice, "You stand, point your blade, and move forward."

Halios's eyes fill with proud joy as he declaims, "US MAK REDUS URUT-SUUL-MU."

Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "We fight whatever the outcome."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Never, Lord Marshal, shall we hide from adversity, for that is not the way of the strong."

Isaiah says in Mhaldorian in a cold, empty voice, "No, Lord Marshal, we shall not!"

Malefic Entos says, "We fight to the death, and even beyond that."

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "Then show me. Show me in every action. Show me in Every battle, every attack. - Do not flee in the face of adversity, or failure. Embrace it. It will make you stronger than you ever realized you could be. It will make you more proficient in the ways of war, beyond anything you could imagine. - You have already lost, you have already died. You have already crumbled like a feeble mule. - Why not gain something from it, Mhaldor! There is no argument against this."

Stuneree humbly nods towards Hasar.

Halios raps his cane against the floor, creating an echoing palpitation, punctuating the Lord Marshal's words with emphasis.

Ruth's tail sways behind her, her burning gaze steady and clear.

Hasar says in Mhaldorian, "This is the key part to every War. Every soldier swearing to uphold this. Swearing to move forward. Swearing not only to Lord Sartan, but to themselves, to your Leaders, and to each other. - And we did just that, Mhaldor. That is why we were victorious. That is why their Patron bears the mark of His City. It is why She accepted it. She looked upon our Troops, upon the destruction we created; and She faltered, and gave in to it."

Hasar says simply in Mhaldorian, "That is the power and potential we have, together. That is what we can achieve."

Hasar says simply in Mhaldorian, "That is all, Mhaldor."

Hasar inclines his head.

Aegoth

Hasar being a badass

Herenicus

His mom totally ghost wrote it

Orzaansyn

Because I love you all, and @Hasar is a wonderful General, here is the true log of this roleplay:

Talysin

Who is the Barbra Streisand?

Harmonia

Talysin said:

Who is the Barbra Streisand?

@Xer is Barbra. No one is gonna rain on his parade.

Daslin

Saeva

Orzaansyn said:

Because I love you all, and @Hasar is a wonderful General, here is the true log of this roleplay:

I'll never think of hasar the same when he's a scaled gold dragon. Thank you. I love you.

Caoimhaen

Oh my gods. Stop making me wanna be Mhaldorian again. Lol :P 

Taraus

The Bravi'os girls visit Lothos and try to (unsuccessfully) harvest pearls, when suddenly:

Taraus bends closer to the net, in an attempt to inspect; her inherent grace invariably leaves her tangled within moments.

You say dourly with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Son of a bitch."

Sybilla says unhelpfully to you in a rich, smoky voice, "Use the trident."

Taraus pauses in her ineffective flailing to toss Sybilla a decidedly unfriendly gesture.

Sybilla bites down on her knuckle, turning to avoid your gaze as her shoulders begin to shake.

Taraus finally wrests herself free from the tangle, adjusting her things with an indignant expression.

Sybilla gives you a shake of her head in disapproval.

You flip the bird at Sybilla.

Sybilla says struggling in a rich, smoky voice, "Yes, well!"

You say exasperatedly with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Fuck this, I don't want your stupid pearls anyhow."

You say grumpily with a throaty, lyrical accent, "I'm going home."

Sybilla says in a rich, smoky voice, "Let's get sharks!"
Sybilla begins to wield a strong, fibrous cast net in her left hand.
Sybilla leaves to the north.

<few moments go by, Tart fucking with the oysters>

Sybilla arrives from the north.

Struggling with what seems to be a large quarry, Sybilla flails helplessly and pushes a strong, fibrous cast net over to you.

Sybilla looks horrified and says in a rich, smoky voice, "I caught one! What do I do!"

You say with a throaty, lyrical accent, "What."

p net (THERE'S NOW A SHARK IN THERE)

You say with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Caught a-- holy shit."

Sybilla blanches suddenly, her features turning pale with fear.

Taraus initially recoils from the predator trapped in the net and, upon seeing its helplessness, begins to study it intently.

You say with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Well, we now have a shark."

Sybilla says in a rich, smoky voice, "Trade a shark for some pearls?"

Sybilla looks thoughtful and says in a rich, smoky voice, "There's a lot we could do with a shark."

Her eyes suddenly growing wide, Taraus struggles with the net momentarily, pushing it down towards the floor. In a single motion, she throws one leg over the captured shark, mounting it like a pony. In the next breath, she's carried off, her muffled, underwater yelp trailing behind her.

Taraus shuffles bashfully in from the north, dragging the shark behind her.

Sybilla clicks her tongue.

You say brusquely with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Well! Cross "ride a shark" off the list."

With an exasperated huff, Taraus pushes a strong, fibrous cast net into Sybilla's hands.

Sybilla says in a rich, smoky voice, "I'm going to see who wants a netted shark."

Sybilla leaves to the north.

Jacen

Damn I wish I could RP on my feet like that.