A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey. An attractive woman wanders
nearby, flaunting her form.
You tell Silas Maynard, Aarashi Rasul, "My, the natives are cute."
Silas tells you, "The children?"
You tell Silas Maynard, Aarashi Rasul, "..ah, yes."
You tell Silas Maynard, Aarashi Rasul, "That is what I meant."
Silas tells you, "Haha."
*~* Sailing on a mission of missionyness *~*
Xadzia has been slain by the might of a bare-chested sailor.
Xadzia has been slain by the might of a bare-chested sailor.
...
You squint suspiciously at a shipmate.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "How come you do not have bare-chested sailors?"
Silas Maynard, Aarashi Rasul says, "I'm classy."
(svo): Removed breath from keepup, it's incompatible with meditate to have simultaneously up.
(svo): Will keep meditate up.
(meditate)
@Vadimuses is amazing, I laughed when I realized I would have spammed everyone for a good few minutes trying to figure out how to turn it off. I can only imagine how many other people did that.
(Refugees of Shallam): Aurora says, "To those of you who question what the Cyrenian did to earn such harsh recourse. For her fraternisation with a known traitor of Good, for her crude and ignorant response to the questions of a soldier of Light and Righteousness, Melodie will forever be scorned, the grace of devotion removed from her soul."
As the midday sun blazes across the land, the austere form of Aurora, Goddess of Light rises into the heavens, shrouded in an aura of golden light.
Silence descends as Her gaze settles over Cyrene, furious ire emenating from Her form.
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Child of Devotion, you who walks the land under its protective shields, its power long recognised as a mighty blessing bestowed upon the devout of Good. You who should walk a higher path, your morals judged more severely than others."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "You have failed to uphold Good. You walk with My enemies, your words harsh against the soldiers of Light and Righteousness."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "The sunken city's wars may not be yours, but each time you reach into your soul and utilise the powers of devotion, you do so at the behest of Good."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Melodie Le'Murzen. Light denies you on this day. Let you ever suffer the scorn of your peers. You are banished from the grace of devotion."
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
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the land, "Trouble Juliet again about Myfor, and face my wrath. Leave my beloved guides to the job I've given them!"
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the land, "Idiot? IDIOT?"
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky. Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the land, "Oh my, still level 15? That's for too much."
The bridge of the Starship Enterprise. Surrounded by a halo of fire, an ebon pegasus tosses his head arrogantly. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 monolith sigils in 2 groups here. Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor is riding on a blood steed. He wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand. You see a single exit leading north (closed door).
You say in Mhaldorian, "Can you open that door?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Arador shakes his head.
You say in Mhaldorian, "Well."
You cough softly.
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "Says not locked."
You say in Mhaldorian, "It says locked to me."
A look of concentration flashes across Arador's face and his flesh solidifies once more.
The bridge of the Starship Enterprise. Surrounded by a halo of fire, an ebon pegasus tosses his head arrogantly. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 monolith sigils in 2 groups here. Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor is riding on a blood steed. He wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand. You see a single exit leading north (closed door).
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "Duanathar." Arador's wings flare with power and shoot him quickly towards the ceiling, stopping just short of impact, and gently lower him back to the ground.
A black wind descends upon your surroundings, immediately forming itself around the body of Arador. In seconds, Arador has vanished utterly, and only the vapour remains.
You say in Mhaldorian, "I suppose we could call for aid over ct."
Arador quickly changes back into Dwarf form.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Arador easily vaults onto the back of a blood steed.
You say in Mhaldorian, "Help, we're trapped on the bridge of the starship enterprise..."
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "One moment."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
You tilt your head to one side, rub your chin, and thoughtfully declare "Hrm."
You say in Mhaldorian, "Definitely the oddest place I've been stranded before."
Arador touches a prism tattoo and suddenly a razor-thin beam of prismatic light shoots off into the distance.
The plane of prismatic light disappears. Arador drops an elegant white letter.
Arador touches a prism tattoo and suddenly a razor-thin beam of prismatic light shoots off into the distance.
Arador, riding a blood steed, is suddenly pulled out of the room along the beam of prismatic light.
This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder, with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling. It has 10 months of usefulness left. It weighs 1 ounce(s). An elegant white letter is holding: Nothing.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter: Hail Squire
As you remember my steed wandered off. I did manage to find it in Meropis, though lounging on a ferry is not my idea of fun.
Knowing how it got there is not important even though I have an idea how it managed to reach those lands.
Eventually I wondered what I, as a Knight scorned should regarding this unfortunate issue. Being stranded is a frustrating situation.
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "Touche."
When I can stop laughing, maybe I can figure out something to do about this predicament...
As the midday sun blazes across the land, the austere form of Aurora, Goddess of Light rises into the heavens, shrouded in an aura of golden light.
Silence descends as Her gaze settles over Cyrene, furious ire emenating from Her form.
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Child of Devotion, you who walks the land under its protective shields, its power long recognised as a mighty blessing bestowed upon the devout of Good. You who should walk a higher path, your morals judged more severely than others."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "You have failed to uphold Good. You walk with My enemies, your words harsh against the soldiers of Light and Righteousness."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "The sunken city's wars may not be yours, but each time you reach into your soul and utilise the powers of devotion, you do so at the behest of Good."
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Melodie Le'Murzen. Light denies you on this day. Let you ever suffer the scorn of your peers. You are banished from the grace of devotion."
(Refugees of Shallam): Aurora says, "To those of you who question what the Cyrenian did to earn such harsh recourse. For her fraternisation with a known traitor of Good, for her crude and ignorant response to the questions of a soldier of Light and Righteousness, Melodie will forever be scorned, the grace of devotion removed from her soul."
It's the little things. (I am probably way too easily amused, but I had fun. Poor @Shunsui ... again. )
*~* Shunsui and Tesha go hunting in Meropis, and start handing animals to Malsaur, then... *~*
You give a juicy orange to Malsaur, the brigand chief.
Malsaur, the brigand chief peers at a juicy orange, snorting before tossing it back to you.
Malsaur, the brigand chief says, "What in blazes am I supposed to do with that?"
You frown at Malsaur, the brigand chief.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Oranges are delicious."
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "You are going to lose your teeth and stuff."
Shunsui cringes and drops his face into his palms with a shake of his head. *~* >C nutrition is important! *~*
You prod Malsaur, the brigand chief in the chest.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Eat the orange."
*~* Tesha tries again, and it gets returned... *~*
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "You need to take the skin off." *~* that is clearly why he gave it back *~*
*~* Tesha tries again, and it gets returned... again. *~*
You have emoted: Tesha plants her hands on her hips, looking at Malsaur sternly.
*~* Tesha tries again, and it gets returned... again. *~*
You say patiently in a demure, mellifluous voice, "If you do not eat healthy, you will get sick."
Shunsui covers his mouth to stifle a laugh.
You mumble incoherently.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Very well. You do not have to eat it."
...
A disfigured ram has been slain by Shunsui.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Can I have that?"
Shunsui gives the corpse of a disfigured ram to you.
You have emoted: After carefully slicing the rind away, Tesha slices an orange into multiple sections.
You squint suspiciously at the corpse of a disfigured ram.
Justiciar Shunsui Azon, Protege of Lady Ferrous looks sceptical and says, "...are you planning what I think you're planning." *~* Yep. *~*
You have emoted: Tesha slips a section of orange into the ram's mouth with a slight grimace.
Justiciar Shunsui Azon, Protege of Lady Ferrous says, "...you are."
Shunsui shakes his head sadly from side to side.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "You do it, this is gross."
You give the corpse of a disfigured ram to Shunsui.
You give a juicy orange to Shunsui.
Shunsui shakes his head and laughs as he slices into the ram's gut with his talons, and places several segments of the fruit inside.
You nod your head emphatically.
Shunsui gives the corpse of a disfigured ram to you.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "I have another animal for you, Malsaur."
You give the corpse of a disfigured ram to Malsaur, the brigand chief.
Malsaur, the brigand chief looks the corpse of a disfigured ram over before nodding in satisfaction
and handing you some gold. *~* success! *~*
You grin smugly.
You smile broadly and say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Enjoy."
You say proudly in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Now they will not get sick!"
Justiciar Shunsui Azon, Protege of Lady Ferrous says, "Won't forge without an apron, need a raincoat for a grove rain, and you worry about the diet of lawless brigands on Meropis...You're certainly...unique."
You say defensively in a demure, mellifluous voice, "I did not want them to lose their teeth."
(Refugees of Shallam): Aurora says, "To those of you who question what the Cyrenian did to earn such harsh recourse. For her fraternisation with a known traitor of Good, for her crude and ignorant response to the questions of a soldier of Light and Righteousness, Melodie will forever be scorned, the grace of devotion removed from her soul."
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i'm a rebel
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "I think I lost your steed..."
Arador tells you, "Um.....where?"
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "Well, I went to hunt some buffalo for butchering, and he just wandered off."
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "He was walking, almost as if pulled by a magnet, towards meropis."
Arador tells you, "I will get you back for this one......."
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "I am completely innocent."
Arador tells you, "I do not believe that for a second...."
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
i'm a rebel
(Party): Aitox says, "Nell, random note, you're awesome on forums."
I have a fan!
Was worth it.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
This is going to be a long ride.
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
Still! Hopefully you'll find fun in it, s'what is important.
Because I miss Clementius...
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the
land, "Trouble Juliet again about Myfor, and face my wrath. Leave my beloved
guides to the job I've given them!"
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the
land, "Idiot? IDIOT?"
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Myfor has been slain by the might of Clementius, the Weaver.
All reality shudders as the voice of Clementius, the Weaver thunders across the
land, "Oh my, still level 15? That's for too much."
(Newbie): Silvanie says, "Gah how do you change gender?"
(Newbie): Romeo says, "You cannot change gender in any normal means."
(Newbie): Silvanie says, "I...have to die?"
(Newbie): Romeo says, "You were born a man. If you do not wish to be a man, your life may not continue."
This door has been magically locked shut.
The bridge of the Starship Enterprise.
Surrounded by a halo of fire, an ebon pegasus tosses his head arrogantly. Standing still as a statue,
a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 monolith
sigils in 2 groups here. Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor is riding on a blood steed. He
wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand.
You see a single exit leading north (closed door).
You say in Mhaldorian, "Can you open that door?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Arador shakes his head.
You say in Mhaldorian, "Well."
You cough softly.
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "Says not locked."
You say in Mhaldorian, "It says locked to me."
A look of concentration flashes across Arador's face and his flesh solidifies once more.
The bridge of the Starship Enterprise.
Surrounded by a halo of fire, an ebon pegasus tosses his head arrogantly. Standing still as a statue,
a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 monolith
sigils in 2 groups here. Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor is riding on a blood steed. He
wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand.
You see a single exit leading north (closed door).
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "Duanathar."
Arador's wings flare with power and shoot him quickly towards the ceiling, stopping just short of
impact, and gently lower him back to the ground.
A black wind descends upon your surroundings, immediately forming itself around the body of Arador.
In seconds, Arador has vanished utterly, and only the vapour remains.
You say in Mhaldorian, "I suppose we could call for aid over ct."
Arador quickly changes back into Dwarf form.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Arador easily vaults onto the back of a blood steed.
You say in Mhaldorian, "Help, we're trapped on the bridge of the starship enterprise..."
Arador says with a gutteral, trollish accent, "One moment."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Arador takes a drink from an oaken vial.
You tilt your head to one side, rub your chin, and thoughtfully declare "Hrm."
You say in Mhaldorian, "Definitely the oddest place I've been stranded before."
Arador touches a prism tattoo and suddenly a razor-thin beam of prismatic light shoots off into the
distance.
The plane of prismatic light disappears.
Arador drops an elegant white letter.
Arador touches a prism tattoo and suddenly a razor-thin beam of prismatic light shoots off into the
distance.
Arador, riding a blood steed, is suddenly pulled out of the room along the beam of prismatic light.
This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder, with a red ribbon to
keep it from unfurling.
It has 10 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
An elegant white letter is holding:
Nothing.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Hail Squire
As you remember my steed wandered off.
I did manage to find it in Meropis, though
lounging on a ferry is not my idea of fun.
Knowing how it got there is not important
even though I have an idea how it managed to
reach those lands.
Eventually I wondered what I, as a Knight
scorned should regarding this unfortunate
issue. Being stranded is a frustrating
situation.
You tell Sir Arador Aristata, Knight of Mhaldor in Mhaldorian, "Touche."
When I can stop laughing, maybe I can figure out something to do about this predicament...
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Dammit, @Melodie. We were having such good times, too. Bye for now.
*~* Shunsui and Tesha go hunting in Meropis, and start handing animals to Malsaur, then... *~*
i'm a rebel