You have emoted: Ruth begins to laugh at you, the cruel undertones in her laughter audible, even if a bit overshadowed by the thunderous crash of the earth.
Best alternative to MUHAHA or PLAUGH.
Bleh, work ate my gaming life. 내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
You have emoted: Ruth begins to laugh at you, the cruel undertones in her laughter audible, even if a bit overshadowed by the thunderous crash of the earth.
Best alternative to MUHAHA or PLAUGH.
That was my almost word-for-word ooc reply when she did that! Haha!
You have emoted: Ruth begins to laugh at you, the cruel undertones in her laughter audible, even if a bit overshadowed by the thunderous crash of the earth.
Best alternative to MUHAHA or PLAUGH.
That was my almost word-for-word ooc reply when she did that! Haha!
Bleh, work ate my gaming life. 내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
That log is kind of depressing me, I don't think I've ever talked to someone for that long outside of tasks/house stuff... ever. Comes with the turf, I guess.
I really enjoyed the roleplay you did, @Ruth and @Synbios. It is what I call "immersing on the roleplay".
You notice a terrible
smell in the air and see that Zoot, a leafy humgii is trying to look
inconspicuous. A Tsol'aa archer exclaims,
"Ahhh...how nice to breathe the fresh air of the forest!"
That was a lot of fun, though misreading while I'm roleplaying is SUCH a pain. :P
Don't know why the person is being all disagree-y.
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
So I felt pretty obligated to make Rean do something in memory of Matsuhama, and someone asked him for a duel. This happened, in a bit of a spur of the moment thing. Quality is probably low, but I'll just pk people who make fun of me. (kidding!) Mostly putting this here so anyone who might be interested knows there's still stuff going on, and we can always figure out something to do.
(Ashtan): You say, "I will be hosting a series of duels in the Halls of Combat in honour of my fallen Lord, should anyone care to join."
You shout, "Come to the Halls of Combat, should you desire to test your mettle against one of the last of the Host. All are welcome."
You shout, "Spectators are also welcome, but any brawls will be swiftly settled - if not through diplomacy, through your own blood."
<A few people come, enough to emote for, at least.>
<deffing up, vibes, random greetings, me reading help tmote>
You have tmoted: Rean lifts his dark gaze to the skies, a light frown creasing his features. "The aftermath of the battle of the Gods. A battle my Lord would have approved of," he murmurs quietly. His eyes close briefly, and he begins to whisper softly. "Combat, whose command is over all I hold love for, make me aware of your presence and be obedient to your will." Opening his eyes, he looks at Seftin patiently. "Are you prepared?" he asks simply.
With a flourish, Seftin enters the Thyr stance.
Seftin inclines his head politely at you.
You say, "Begin when you are ready."
Black lightning springs forth from the horns of the ram skull that crowns a twisted onyx staff to dance frantically about your form.
You whisper, "Show me the way so that I may be true to myself and guadr against weakness and apathy." (fleh, mid-pk typos)
You call upon Sllshya and unleash a forceful blow towards Seftin's head with your trusty staff.
You have slain Seftin.
A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Seftin in red light.
You have tmoted: Rean considers a few moments, watching Seftin. "The Lord would have approved of your performance, and likely had a few comments about my fleeing," he says in a low voice. "You did well."
You have tmoted: Rean watches the skies for another few moments, inhaling softly. "Show me the proper way to live so that I may face other warriors, loved ones, and you without shame or fail," he whispers under his breath. "Are you prepared?" he asks in a louder tone, offering Seftin a gaze of challenge.
<Second duel is a bit faster.>
You whisper angrily, "Grant me the strength to be proficient in my art and the will to further better myself within it."
Seftin doubles over, vomiting violently.
Seftin retches violently and makes a strangled noise before falling to the ground, dead.
A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Seftin in red light.
You have emoted: Rean lifts his gaze to the skies near the source of the thunder, shaking his head. "Show me the truth of loyalty and the reward it brings," he murmurs angrily.
You have emoted: Rean stands straight and patiently, twirling the dagger in his hands as he looks at the ram's skull adorning the onyx staff in his hands. "Make me considerate of my brethren and conscious of my responsibilities to them," he says passionately, his brow darkening slightly.
You have emoted: Rean nods his head in understanding. "Show me the strength of faith in you, for only through my faith may I continue to grow physically and spiritually in your eyes," he says carefully. He shakes his head, his knuckles becoming white around the hilt of his dagger. "The Warrior's prayer, and even that does not bring much in the way of comfort." He looks to the sky, peering through the endless rain. "Bal'met slew Him through cunning, through a trap. I will not lower myself to such standards just to slay his followers," he murmurs angrily.
You have emoted: Rean clears his throat awkwardly, considering. "I am not very talented with words, unless they are about Combat, or how to slay, or directions on the battlefield. But I'd like to thank you all for coming. If the world believes His realm has died with my Lord, the world is sorely mistaken," he says, a hint of challenge in his voice.
So with our theme (sans @Vayne) of dead Divine roleplay, I was recently given a log from @Traelor on a little bit of RP with Kua, a diseased Xoran girl. It was just so heart-wrenching and beautiful, I had to get permission to share it with you all. The following is from @Traelor's point of view.
A diseased xoran girl gingerly gets down on her knees on the cold marble of Zaphar Promenade and closes her eyes.
A diseased xoran girl begins to him a soft, lilting song, almost a lullaby. Its notes are simple, but poignant, and as she hums, a tear falls from the little girl's closed eyes and onto the marble before the shrine.
A diseased xoran girl whispers, "I don't know if you're listening. I don't think you were before, when my mom tried asking you for help. But maybe that wasn't special enough. We didn't have a shrine like this one."
A diseased xoran girl whispers, "Anyway, if you're listening now, I don't really really know what to ask for. Mom didn't tell me. I guess not being sick anymore. And... make sure my mom is okay."
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
Gods dangit, Trey, I'll never get four stars at this rate.
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
Comments
audible, even if a bit overshadowed by the thunderous crash of the earth.
내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
You notice a terrible smell in the air and see that Zoot, a leafy humgii is trying to look inconspicuous.
A Tsol'aa archer exclaims, "Ahhh...how nice to breathe the fresh air of the forest!"
http://pastebin.com/y8ky9CVQ
Don't know why the person is being all disagree-y.
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
Wynedere has been going around randomly disagreeing or WTFing the posts of other players.
On second thought, it's definitely him.
Enjoy.
http://pastebin.com/d3R9mqW0
A little teaser of contents:
A diseased xoran girl gingerly gets down on her knees on the cold marble of Zaphar Promenade and closes her eyes.
A diseased xoran girl begins to him a soft, lilting song, almost a lullaby. Its notes are simple, but poignant, and as she hums, a tear falls from the little girl's closed eyes and onto the marble before the shrine.
A diseased xoran girl whispers, "I don't know if you're listening. I don't think you were before, when my mom tried asking you for help. But maybe that wasn't special enough. We didn't have a shrine like this one."
A diseased xoran girl whispers, "Anyway, if you're listening now, I don't really really know what to ask for. Mom didn't tell me. I guess not being sick anymore. And... make sure my mom is okay."
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
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