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Jovolo

Posting his fraternization on the forums probably wasn't the best thing you could do for him. Prepare for the metagame, Daeir is aroused.

Caoimhaen

But you guys! Possible convert! ;P and it's hard to nail someone for fraternizing. I can just make excuses. Plus! @Davio already knows.   I told him directly. 

Edit:
Also..do you seriously expect Caoimhaen to behave? Come now. This is Caoimhaen we are talking about. :P He is a rebellious little brat.

Kyttin

Daeir said:

Davio's been a naughty, naughty boy.

Send @Davio to my room! I mean..uh...To @Havyn 's Room!

Bluef

Jovolo said:

Posting his fraternization on the forums probably wasn't the best thing you could do for him. Prepare for the metagame, Daeir is aroused.

If someone thinks that playing Achaea means coming to the roleplay logs section of the forums to gather dirt up on people IC -- instead of appreciating the flavour and character development added through unique, player-driven roleplay experiences -- then I feel sorry for them. 

Not that I think @Daeir would do that unless it came to him IC. Besides Bluef isn't an enemy to Targossas. She wasn't using "dark" mysticism and even an occultist would condemn her usage of the tarot deck in that fashion.

One of the things that continues to confound me, even after nearly 12 years of playing Achaea, is why anyone would play a game just pretend to be an incredibly stern and anal-retentive individual with rigid beliefs that preclude their interactions with some very interesting persons. Conflicts, big and small, and the interactions that spur them are what make Achaea what it is. If you're not experiencing them, or find that your role involves spending an inordinate amount of time making sure others don't, you are really missing out.

Amarillys

I... I think he was joking, love.

Kresslack

Bluef said:

She wasn't using "dark" mysticism and even an occultist would condemn her usage of the tarot deck in that fashion.

While I know some would (Amunet always seems to take Tarot pretty seriously, in regards to how it was used), I don't know many that would, considering Tarot was shared by the Jesters.

Bluef

Kresslack said:

Bluef said:

She wasn't using "dark" mysticism and even an occultist would condemn her usage of the tarot deck in that fashion.

While I know some would (Amunet always seems to take Tarot pretty seriously, in regards to how it was used), I don't know many that would, considering Tarot was shared by the Jesters.

Le sigh! I don't know what has happened to that House. Flair would definitely still give Bluef a lecture ala Fats for using it this way. 

Sybilla

   Kresslack said:

Bluef said:

She wasn't using "dark" mysticism and even an occultist would condemn her usage of the tarot deck in that fashion.

While I know some would (Amunet always seems to take Tarot pretty seriously, in regards to how it was used), I don't know many that would, considering Tarot was shared by the Jesters.

Uhm, from the hardcoded Tarot learning flavour text, spoilered for length:

[Tutor] gets out a Tarot deck with a faint smile. Wordlessly, she shuffles the deck, and the lesson in Tarot begins.

Spreading the cards before her, [Tutor] explains that the Tarot is a form of mystical symbolic magic of antediluvian origin.

Pointing out the twenty-two cards of the Major Arcana, [Tutor] reminds you that these are the images that hold the true power. Although the Tarot has four suits, and many numbered cards in each suit, these Minor Arcana have no magical power, and hence have little use in the occult arts.

[Tutor] describes the many ways the powers of the Tarot have been misunderstood. "Why, some ignorant fools even tell fortunes with them!"

Narrowing her eyes at you, [Tutor] solemnly says that the Tarot has the power to control men's destinies, not just predict them, for each card can be used to invoke a different magical force.

[Tutor] explains the history and symbolism of the Major Arcana, and analyses the mystical sigils and artistic choices that lend true power to the archetypal symbols. "It is not sufficient to trace a Tarot card by rote. You must use personal artistry when inscribing the card!"

Lending you a sheet of foolscap and a stylus, [Tutor] leads you through the basic motions of inscribing a Tarot card. She explains that since each Tarot card is destroyed when used, it is vital to be prepared with a sufficient number.

Demonstrating how to imbue a card with magical energy, [Tutor] rubs a Devil card between her fingers until it glows with a ghostly light. "Thank your gods that I do not demonstrate this card further," she says with a sinister glower, returning the card to the deck as its glow fades.

After drilling you in these basics, [Tutor] explains the specific powers and uses of a few of the Major Arcana, the archaic and often alien knowledge stretching the limits of your comprehension.

Shuffling the cards as fast as the most practiced gambler, [Tutor] restores the Tarot cards to their cardpack with a decisive snap. The lesson is ended.

While of course people aren't obligated to (and don't) roleplay what they get in flavour text, it's certainly not beyond possibility/canon/precedent that occultists would look down on 'menial' use of tarot cards.

Bluef

Yes! @Sybilla nailed it.

Syri

Bluef said:

Kresslack said:

Bluef said:

She wasn't using "dark" mysticism and even an occultist would condemn her usage of the tarot deck in that fashion.

While I know some would (Amunet always seems to take Tarot pretty seriously, in regards to how it was used), I don't know many that would, considering Tarot was shared by the Jesters.

Le sigh! I don't know what has happened to that House. Flair would definitely still give Bluef a lecture ala Fats for using it this way. 

Syri would just tease her incessantly about using it incorrectly. Not sure how the majority of other Jesters would respond.

Aodfionn

Because Targ isn't special enough to warrant our own RP thread.

 Malorn closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

 

Aodfionn says quietly to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "Think of the things you did. Think of the oaths, of Sybilla, Miss Viatrix, Fats, all of the things that culminated in your newfound

 

Malorn simply nods.

 

Malorn's breathing slows as she becomes lost in her own thoughts, still kneeling.

 

 Aodfionn's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

 

Aodfionn pours blessings over Malorn, whose face lights up in joy.

 

Aodfionn says solemnly to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "A moment of bliss, a glimpse of Their vision, to hold you over for a moment."

 

Malorn sighs deeply, as if she has suffered a great loss.

Malorn nods her head emphatically.

 

Malorn leaves, following Aodfionn to the west.

 

Malorn leaves, following Aodfionn to the west.

 

The chamber of Growth (indoors).

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Delicate motes of gold and ivory linger around the basin of the font of Growth. There are 5 Brighthold watchmen here. Spreading its majestic golden wings, a giant eagle searches the ground with piercing eyes. Resting here with a

haughty expression is a golden gryphon. Dawnlord Havyn Shu'in-Crescent, Grace of the Lightbringer is here.

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "Soon, Miss Malorn. We wait on but a straggler."

Malorn nods her head emphatically.

 

Halos sits down.

Halos lights a bundle of incense.

 

The subtle scent of dried herbs fills the air as a white smoke aimlessly drifts toward the heavens.

 

Comprehension flashes across Malorn's face.

 

 Halos drops a bundle of incense.

 

Aodfionn says with a thick Trollish accent, "Aha! One more, then."

 

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "Go on."

 

Malorn nods her head emphatically.

 

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "No need to wait."

 

A wry smile flits across Malorn's lips.

 

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "We can address it at a later time."

 

Havyn smiles softly.

 

Aodfionn nods his head emphatically.

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "I have waited well over a year, I do not mind a delay if someone else is still on their way."

 

Malorn drops to one knee.

 

Aodfionn says quietly to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "Are you ready, Malorn?"

 

Halos rests his palms upon his knees, his dark eyes observing Malorn carefully.

 

Malorn stands up.

 

Malorn raises her head, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath.

 

Malorn drops to one knee.

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "Yes."

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "As ready as I will ever be. I think."

  

Aodfionn smiles softly.

 

Aodfionn grunts and nods solemnly at Malorn. Looking back to his housemates, he points at Halos and nods towards the north end of the chamber.

 

Nodding stoically, Halos rises and paces to the outer rim of the chamber.

 

Turning his gaze to Havyn, Aodfionn grunts and points to the western wall of the Chamber.

 

Finally, turning to you, Aodfionn gestures towards the southern wall with a dip of the Staff.

 

You have emoted: Carmell carefully moves to stand near the south wall.

 

Havyn moves silently to the western wall of the chamber.

 

(Harbingers): Aodfionn says, "Ritualists - summon forth your connection to the Bloodsworn. Havyn, channel the touch of our Lady - envelop yourself in Their essence. Halos, Carmell, bring forth your Flame."

 

Halos lights a bundle of incense.

 

A slight flame flares out from dried leaves within the bundle of incense before the area fills with a deep, earthy aroma.

 

You have emoted: Carmell closes her eyes and focuses on her link with Lord Deucalion summoning a small flame.

With a quiet grunt, Aodfionn kneels before Malorn, the Staff of Celestia beginning to glow faintly in his hand.

 

Soft prayers to the Lord upon his lips, Halos kindles a small flame and moves to and fro about the chamber, his golden thurible issuing forth spirals of billowing smoke in its pendulous dance.

 

Havyn closes her eyes and lowers her head. Softly speaking, she brings her hands closer together where a small orb of light appears. Opening her eyes and looking towards the center of the chamber, she sends the orb to hover above everyone.

 

The grey fragrance drifts about the room as Halos returns to his northern position, his censer still alight with the embers of holy fire.

 

A tingling sensation begins to permeate the air as the crackling of powerful energies can be heard echoing throughout the chamber.

 

Malorn stands up.

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "Good is the absolute force charged with the preservation and growth of Creation."

 

Malorn whispers in a soft voice, "Good is the absolute force charged with the preservation and growth of Creation."

 

Malorn drops to one knee.

 

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "I submit to the Light, and allow it to pass over me and through me. When my falsehoods are made bare, only I will remain."

 

Malorn says louder in a soft voice, "I submit to the Light, and allow it to pass over me and through me. When my falsehoods are bade bare, only I will remain."

Malorn stands up.

 

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "I submit to the Fire, and allow it to pass over me and through me. Where my impurities are cleansed, only I will remain."

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "I submit to the Fire, and allow it to pass over me and through me. Where my impurities are cleansed, only I will remain."

 

The echoes vibrate through the rising brume, now a rippling haze luminant with the gleaming of the glowing sphere.

 

Aodfionn nods and grunts, a solemn look overtking his grey visage. As the Staff begins to glow brightly from its crystal, ivory and orange motes of aureate Light and Flame seep forth from Havyn, Halos, and you, coalescing into a radiant, rapidly moving aura.

 

<<Harbingers>>: Aodfionn says, "Ritualists, step forth, and kneel beside Malorn. Let your minds be blank slates as we prepare for the contact."

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "Do you truly wish to seek Redemption, Malorn?"

You have emoted: Carmell steps towards Malorn and kneels silently beside her.

 

Malorn says to Aodfionn in a soft voice, "I do."

 

The lit end of a bundle of incense quietly extinguishes.

 

His face a blank mask of concentration, Halos steps forth and kneels

beside Malorn, his slim palms facing her.

 

With a quiet grunt, Aodfionn nods. "In the name of the Bloodsworn and of Good," he whispers hoarsely, "the Harbingers grant you cleansing. Know Their touch, Malorn."

 

The Staff now glowing ever brightly, Aodfionn grunts and lowers the focal crystal and gently presses it upon the forehead of Malorn, enveloping his in aureate Light and Fire.

 

The spinning aura shifts rhythmically in an orderly pattern, its translucent tendrils charged and expectant.

 

Malorn gasps, mixed pain and relief etched onto her expression in turn, eyes wide.

 
Malorn's back arches back a little as the energies wrack her form, silently stifling any sounds in a silent scream, before slumping forward in relief, seemingly soothed in turn.

 

Aodfionn frowns, his eyes closed as his arms begin to tremble slightly as his breathing becomes more labored.

 

Malorn gasps raggedly for breath.

 

A disturbance is felt in the room, shadows coalescing and drifting through the surrounding smoke. The sound of voices murmuring, cursing, gnashing is perceptible as it gathers and looms.

 

A single word is uttered in the muted din, cruel and twisted: "Malorn."

Malorn looks up, mouth subtly creased in a frown as she continues to breath heavily.

 

With a flash of Light, Aodfionn opens his eyes, two deep blue-within-blue orbs. With a grunt, he raises the staff and brings in slamming down upon the stone floor. With a loud 'BOOM,' the shadows and darker energies are enveloped in his aura and are silenced, as the energies recede back into Aodfionn

.

His brow pouring with sweat and panting heavily, Aodfionn smiles weakly at Malorn as he tries to use the Staff to help keep him from toppling over.

 

Aodfionn smiles and whispers to Malorn in a hoarse voice, "Welcome back."

 

Malorn nods solemnly, still kneeling.

 

Malorn drops to one knee.

Setting aside his thurible quickly, Halos rises from his place and offers an arm to Aodfionn to help him stand.

 

Havyn smiles softly.

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "Thanks. You."

 

 

Wincing a bit, Aodfionn grunts and nods at Halos, taking the human's hand as they both slowly help him rise to his feet.

 

(Harbingers): Aodfionn weakly says, "Now I understand why the ancient

ones said that the priestesses needing cleansing themselves. Gods

above."

 

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn in a hoarse voice, "How do you feel?"

 

Malorn says in a soft voice, "Tired. Pleased."

Eld

Aodfionn said:

Aodfionn whispers to Malorn with a thick Trollish accent, "I submit to the Light, and allow it to pass over me and through me. When my falsehoods are made bare, only I will remain."

So what you're saying is that Light is the mindkiller?

Kadin

Was trying to RP on battlement. Oh @Jhuil....

https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/871acc41

Aodfionn

Oldddddddddd. @Tvistor‌ NOSTALGIA BITCH

Tvistor begins to silently crawl up behind Aodfionn, dirk and whip in hand with a razor-sharp obsidian dagger clenched carefully between his teeth.

You whisper to Aodfionn in a cool, flowing voice, "The Naga bid you a good day, thief-hunter."

Tvistor leaps for Aodfionn's exposed back in a terrifying blur of movement!

Aodfionn spins to face the unseen threat, but clumsily trips over his own foot. He grunts and winces in pain as the glinting dirk grazes his neck during its lethal descent. He manages to catch himself at the last moment and pivots to face the serpent, gracefully flowing into the Thyr stance.

Aodfionn smoothly draws Conquering Waves from his scabbard and sends a lightning-fast slash at Tvistor's head, screaming a blood-chilling warcry.

Tvistor ducks the blow swiftly, and takes a step back. Unhesitatingly, he sheathes his dirk and spits the obsidian dagger into his now free hand. Light plays across its venom-drenched surface.

Tvistor pumps his arm furiously, throwing the dagger straight for Aodfionn's heart and drawing his dirk once more.

Aodfionn's eyes narrow at the approaching projectile. In two unbelievably fast strikes he neatly slices the dagger into four jagged pieces. Eyes glowing blue with raw Shin energy, Aodfionn now sends the deadly shards soaring back at Tvistor with a single flick of a hand.

Tvistor attempts to roll under the shards, but a lone piece of the blade cleanly cuts through his left arm. Too filled with adrenaline to note the wound, he comes to his feet in front of Aodfionn. His dirk wielded in a reversed grip, Tvistor begins to twirl in a series of crushing stabs, all aimed at vital points on his opponent's body.

Aodfionn begins to sway away from the blows. Slowly at first, he builds up speed and the air begins to crackle around him in a storm of Shin energy. His scabbard begins to glow a foreboding orange as he draws Conquering Waves. Wielding the now red-hot blade, he furiously assaults Tvistor with three sweeping slashes directed at his torso, his sword cleaving orange trails in the air where it passes.

Tvistor leaps away from Aodfionn's devastating counter-attack, the glow of Conquering Waves glimmering off the sweat on the serpent's brow as he desperately defends himself from the flashing sword.

Tvistor continues to back away, unable to break Aodfionn's building momentum. Suddenly, with a cold grin, Tvistor stops retreating and flings an arm out at Aodfionn. From his sleeve, a ferocious death adder emerges, flying straight for the blademaster's exposed face!

Aodfionn's charge falters as the adder lunges at him. Eyes widened in surprise, his focus is lost and Conquering Waves ceases to be a conduit for Shin energy, instead reverting to a cold, blue hue. He frantically attempts to block the snake with his blade. The blocking edge of the sword strikes the adder in the midsection and launches it away from the troll. Hissing frantically, the adder slithers away.

Tvistor takes advantage of Aodfionn's momentary distraction to step in close to the blademaster. Too close for Conquering Waves to be used effectively against him, Tvistor begins to expertly windmill his dirk, becoming a veritable whirlwind of death, raining dozens of blows, every one of them potentially fatal.

Aodfionn's eyes spark with fury as he pits his mastery of Striking against Tvistor's Naga training. Hands moving with wicked speed, the blademaster repeatedly avoids certain death by deflecting Tvistor's dirk with his bare hands. Finally, having once again synchronised himself with the flow of battle, Aodfionn expertly summons the power of the Airfist and sends a pulverizing blow into his opponent's stomach.

Tvistor is sent flying backwards by the hurricane strength winds that ensue, landing nimbly a few feet away. Panting heavily, he assesses Aodfionn.

Aodfionn is similarly tired, and eyes Tvistor warily.

Tvistor quickly melds into the shadows, retreating for the time being.

Tvistor yells, "Go to Hell, Aodfionn!"

Aodfionn yells, "Come with me!"

Aodfionn sheathes Conquering Waves with a flourish, the storm of Shin energy around him slowly subsiding.

Aodfionn has formally declared you an enemy of the City of Eleusis.

Melodie

That is the most amazing thing of amazing things.

Trey

I like role-sparring, but nobody ever seems to be into it.

Caoimhaen

Dude that was amazing!

Jacen

I wrote one up a very long time ago, as part of a Lotus show-and-tell for Hashan, but never got to do it. Kinda regret it, though I'd probably rewrite it now if the opportunity arose again.

Vayne

Aodfionn said:

Oldddddddddd. @Tvistor‌ NOSTALGIA BITCH

Tvistor begins to silently crawl up behind Aodfionn, dirk and whip in hand with a razor-sharp obsidian dagger clenched carefully between his teeth.

You whisper to Aodfionn in a cool, flowing voice, "The Naga bid you a good day, thief-hunter."

Tvistor leaps for Aodfionn's exposed back in a terrifying blur of movement!

Aodfionn spins to face the unseen threat, but clumsily trips over his own foot. He grunts and winces in pain as the glinting dirk grazes his neck during its lethal descent. He manages to catch himself at the last moment and pivots to face the serpent, gracefully flowing into the Thyr stance.

Aodfionn smoothly draws Conquering Waves from his scabbard and sends a lightning-fast slash at Tvistor's head, screaming a blood-chilling warcry.

Tvistor ducks the blow swiftly, and takes a step back. Unhesitatingly, he sheathes his dirk and spits the obsidian dagger into his now free hand. Light plays across its venom-drenched surface.

Tvistor pumps his arm furiously, throwing the dagger straight for Aodfionn's heart and drawing his dirk once more.

Aodfionn's eyes narrow at the approaching projectile. In two unbelievably fast strikes he neatly slices the dagger into four jagged pieces. Eyes glowing blue with raw Shin energy, Aodfionn now sends the deadly shards soaring back at Tvistor with a single flick of a hand.

Tvistor attempts to roll under the shards, but a lone piece of the blade cleanly cuts through his left arm. Too filled with adrenaline to note the wound, he comes to his feet in front of Aodfionn. His dirk wielded in a reversed grip, Tvistor begins to twirl in a series of crushing stabs, all aimed at vital points on his opponent's body.

Aodfionn begins to sway away from the blows. Slowly at first, he builds up speed and the air begins to crackle around him in a storm of Shin energy. His scabbard begins to glow a foreboding orange as he draws Conquering Waves. Wielding the now red-hot blade, he furiously assaults Tvistor with three sweeping slashes directed at his torso, his sword cleaving orange trails in the air where it passes.

Tvistor leaps away from Aodfionn's devastating counter-attack, the glow of Conquering Waves glimmering off the sweat on the serpent's brow as he desperately defends himself from the flashing sword.

Tvistor continues to back away, unable to break Aodfionn's building momentum. Suddenly, with a cold grin, Tvistor stops retreating and flings an arm out at Aodfionn. From his sleeve, a ferocious death adder emerges, flying straight for the blademaster's exposed face!

Aodfionn's charge falters as the adder lunges at him. Eyes widened in surprise, his focus is lost and Conquering Waves ceases to be a conduit for Shin energy, instead reverting to a cold, blue hue. He frantically attempts to block the snake with his blade. The blocking edge of the sword strikes the adder in the midsection and launches it away from the troll. Hissing frantically, the adder slithers away.

Tvistor takes advantage of Aodfionn's momentary distraction to step in close to the blademaster. Too close for Conquering Waves to be used effectively against him, Tvistor begins to expertly windmill his dirk, becoming a veritable whirlwind of death, raining dozens of blows, every one of them potentially fatal.

Aodfionn's eyes spark with fury as he pits his mastery of Striking against Tvistor's Naga training. Hands moving with wicked speed, the blademaster repeatedly avoids certain death by deflecting Tvistor's dirk with his bare hands. Finally, having once again synchronised himself with the flow of battle, Aodfionn expertly summons the power of the Airfist and sends a pulverizing blow into his opponent's stomach.

Tvistor is sent flying backwards by the hurricane strength winds that ensue, landing nimbly a few feet away. Panting heavily, he assesses Aodfionn.

Aodfionn is similarly tired, and eyes Tvistor warily.

Tvistor quickly melds into the shadows, retreating for the time being.

Tvistor yells, "Go to Hell, Aodfionn!"

Aodfionn yells, "Come with me!"

Aodfionn sheathes Conquering Waves with a flourish, the storm of Shin energy around him slowly subsiding.

Aodfionn has formally declared you an enemy of the City of Eleusis.

Reminds me how Tvistor got enemied to Hashan. He came in and tried to RP assassinate someone and got mad when we enemied him for assault because he didn't "really" attack the person.

Caoimhaen

 You told Jhui: So..out of sheer curiosity..why do you serve Lord Babel?

You told Jhui: Or is such curiosity not permitted?

Jhui told You: You are free to ask. I serve Him because I have been enlightened. He has taken 

away my fear and weakness and replaced it with strength and will. Creation is finite and will 

inevitably come to an end. There is no reason to let it hold you back from your desires.

You told Jhui: I am..not sure I understand fully. How did He take your fear and weakness away? 

And how is it okay to be lawless?

You told Jhui: Just trying to understand you and the others.

Jhui told You: You may not understand fully until you let that glaring Light leave your eyes. 

Alas, the fear and weakness do not truly leave until you are enlightened which cannot be 

comprehended until it is experienced. Following oppressing laws no longer matters after that, 

because there becomes only one Master to listen to.

You told Jhui: I have experienced chaos in the past as I was an occultist, Jhui. I nearly drove 

me out of my mind.

 Jhui told You: Perhaps you were closer to enlightenment than you thought. Perhaps your weakness 

was strong enough to turn into fear and find solace east.

 Jhui told You: You will see it is only temporary solace, though. Then, you may understand.

 You told Jhui: Another occultist tells me I tried too hard to control the chaos flowing through 

me and that is why madness took me.

You told Jhui: Order is important to me.

 Jhui told You: Very possible, it seems you are still trying to control it now.

You told Jhui: Chaos? I was cleansed a long while ago.

Jhui told You: Only a matter of time until you can no longer control it. It is still there.

You told Jhui: I think you underestimate Lord Deucalion and power He holds.

 You told Jhui: Chaos wont take me.

 Jhui told You: I wouldn't be so sure.

 You told Jhui: What makes you so sure, Lord of the Crossing?

Jhui told You: As I said, I have been enlightened. I no longer have the need to question these 

things. I have felt it and seen it for myself.

You told Jhui: And what of myself? I know in my heart that we will stop your Lord.

You told Jhui: Many are quite sure of their beliefs and their certain enlightenment.

You told Jhui: So you believe that the world is just going to end, so what's the point? You will 

just bully everyone you feel like bullying? Do whatever the hell you want and only care about 

yourself in the process?

You told Jhui: I am asking for the reason I genuinely want to understand the minds of my enemies.

Jhui told You: I aim to enlighten everyone that their beliefs are wrong. They are wasting their time. One of the best ways to accomplish this is to excruciatingly weaken their resolve until they see only what matters, which is nothing. A fresh start, clean agenda, an enlightened state.

You told Jhui: ... heh. I cannot accept that nothing matter's Jhui. I have been through far too much for nothing to matter.

You told Jhui: I started fresh in Targossas. As did many others. Too much happens in life for none of it to matter. The beauty of Creation is growth in my opinion. While your Lord seeks to end it. There is no need for such things. How about instead of justifying every horrible act with the idea that everything will end and there will be nothing, you start living to preserve life.

You told Jhui:Escapism.

Jhui told You: It is too late for that. The invitation is reciprocated, however.

You told Jhui: It is never too late, Jhui.

You told Jhui: So you admit you understand and yet you remain.

Jhui told You: I have done no such thing. I admit that you are not ready to understand the truth is all.

You told Jhui: None are beyond redemption. I can promise you that you are no different than the others that have seemed beyond repair.

You told Jhui: You are just living in a world you feel gives you are excuse to do what ever the hell you please. Your beliefs permit that and in these beliefs you lie to yourself. Your faith does you no favors.

You told Jhui: Or am I so wrong in this.

Jhui told You: You are wrong in this.

You told Jhui: Oh?

You told Jhui: Explain.

Jhui told You: I have explained in the earlier discussions, no need to reiterate it.

You told Jhui: Indeed. And it was a poor explanation. I thank you for your time, Lord of the Crossing. May righteous flames cleanse you one day so you can think clearly.

 

See? @Jhui does RP!

Jhui

griefer

Terra

Quick. Everyone start sending @Jhui tells while he raids!

Can he RP and fight -at the same time-?!

Kross

Terra said:

Quick. Everyone start sending @Jhui tells while he raids!

Can he RP and fight -at the same time-?!

Yes.

This is what we do! You guys just don't think they go hand in hand .

Mishgul

Ew hand in hand.

Taraus

Trey said:

I like role-sparring, but nobody ever seems to be into it.

I recall watching Trey & Qzadzia duke it out once; that remains one of those stellar on-the-fly RP scenarios that impressed the hell out of me

Aodfionn

You game, @Trey‌?

Trey

Aodfionn said:

You game, @Trey‌?

Not out of the blue, but someday, for sure!

Taraza

So if I send @Jhui long winded debate tells while dsling him it may distract him. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Yes it is brilliant! 

Kross

I was going to have Kross' wedding in Targ, during a raid...  .

Ariettie

Kross said:

I was going to have Kross' wedding in Targ, during a raid...  .

I almost am sorry for saying no to that idea... but the celebratory decapitations afterward were nice, too!