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Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
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Midfight:
This kid is awesome.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
You give a bowl of satyr sundae to Nour.
Using a fork, Daeir spears some sweet and sour rajamala balls and hungrily devours them before scooping the accompanying fried rice into his mouth.
Nour beams broadly at you.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says mildly, "Huh. That isn't half bad."
You say, "Don't sound so surprised."
Nour takes a brief smell of a bowl of satyr sundae.
Using her spoon, Nour slices a small piece of banana to accompany each mouthful of ice cream and frosting as she consumes a luxurious sundae.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Have any atavian?"
Nour squints suspiciously at her surroundings.
You say, "Yes, but I need a stove."
Daeir contorts his maw into a vague approximation of a frown.
Nour says with a warm, islander accent, "Why's it called satyr sundae?"
You say, "It's made with satyr milk."
"Ummmm," Tesha says uncertainly.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says bemusedly, "Satyrs have milk?"
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Where does it come from?"
Chapel whispers to Daeir in a cheerful, and clear voice, "Not the udders..."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide frowns and says, "They don't have udders, do they?"
You say to Daeir, "Yes, but not very much."
Tesha blinks several times, and her cheeks colour.
Nour looks horrified and says with a warm, islander accent, "I hope not."
Daeir's saucer-sized eyes blink slowly several times, leveled firmly on you.
You tilt your head curiously.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "From where doth the milk originate, Lupine? My curiosity is piqued, it must be sated."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Or satyr'd, as it were."
Tesha suddenly seems very fixated on her hair, fussing with it distractedly.
You say, "I told you - satyr."
Daeir rumbles a low, apprehensive note in his chest.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "I suppose I shall have to find out myself."
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Are you going to milk--."
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "No."
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "No, nevermind."
You say, "Good luck. Watch out for the hooves."
You say, "They kick."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "I shall ask the bartender in Cyrene. That Lance fellow."
The great form of Daeir grows still and his eyes glaze over as the world blurs and then sharpens.
"Ummmm," Tesha says uncertainly.
With a flap of his majestic silver wings, Daeir enters a tear in the fabric of reality, and is gone.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "He--."
Who Here: Nour, Chapel, Tesha, Kez
Nour says with a warm, islander accent, "I'm worried."
You have emoted: Kez watches Tesha with a confused look on her face, apparently oblivious to the problem.
Glimmering, silver scales shimmer around Daeir as he enters from the east.
Tesha looks slightly mortified, and takes a few steps away from Daeir.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "He smiled at me, and gave me this."
Daeir drops a plate of spiced sausages and onions.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide frowns and says, "I know not what to think."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Perhaps it is made with satyr milk."
Nour takes a brief smell of a plate of spiced sausages and onions.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Well don't SMELL it."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says bemusedly, "It is just milk. Why wouldn't you smell it?"
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "How else would you know if it has soured?"
Nour nods her head at Daeir, showing her acceptance.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Beca-- no. Nope. Nope nope nope. I'm sitting this one out."
You tilt your head curiously at Tesha.
Daeir gazes at a plate of spiced sausages and onions with abject curiosity, evidently intrigued by the prospect.
Lightning crackles around Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide as he says to you, "This is a chef's secret or somesuch, I imagine."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "I shall ask Skye. She will know."
Who Here: Chapel, Nour, Tesha, Daeir, Kez
Tesha cringes pathetically.
You blink a few times and stare at Tesha in confusion.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide frowns and says, "She will not say."
Lightning crackles around Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide as he says to Tesha, "You clearly know, why do you not say?"
Tesha asks in a mellifluous voice, "Do I need to warn Antonius?"
Chapel leaves to the east.
A sudden look of terrible comprehension falls over Daeir's draconic features.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says mildly, "Oh."
Nour tilts her head curiously.
Daeir looks at you with an utterly bemused expression.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says slowly, "A strange woman, indeed."
You flash Daeir a joyous smile.
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says suspiciously, "The atavian recipe is void of such.. additions, I hope."
Nour leaves to the east.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "You might be interested in the dragon recipe, given your fixation on satyr... milk."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says blandly, "I do not know if milk is the appropriate term to label such a substance."
You say, "What do you call it?"
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says imperiously, "Not milk."
Comprehension flashes across your face.
You say, "Strange name."
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Ohhhhh jeez."
"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.
You say, "That's odd as well."
"What?" Tesha asks curiously.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Oh, no, I meant."
Tesha starts to explain, but shakes her head.
Daeir shakes his head sadly from side to side.
Who Here: Tesha, Daeir, Kez
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "I--."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide says blandly, "That bar was one of my favorite places to drink, and now I cannot show my face there again."
Tesha attempts to stifle her amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
You raise an eyebrow, questioning, "Why?"
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Woe befall your satyr sundae, Lupine."
Apostle Daeir I'lithian, Whisperer of the Eventide's breath crackles and sparks as he says, "Woe to it all."
The great form of Daeir grows still and his eyes glaze over as the world blurs and then sharpens.
You blink.
With a flap of his majestic silver wings, Daeir enters a tear in the fabric of reality, and is gone.
Who Here: Tesha, Kez
You just received message #8362 from Tesha.
Message #8362 Sent by Tesha
10/13/10:44 Hahahaha that was the best.
6396h, 6042m, 33092e, 20982w 42 cxkdb- 06:26:16.503
Been bashing sipping for mana for like three hours (haven't died). Dragon's so goofy
Someone is clearly scared of change.
Best game of New Dawn. Ever.
@Zuko I joined in later
seriously, these character names lately ..
[4661h | 3952m | 90%] ex (12:04:38.194) [0/0|0/0|0/0|12]
Nadria thwaps you on the head.
[4661h | 3952m | 90%] ex (12:04:38.194) [0/0|0/0|0/0|12]
#noragrets. I'll never not feel sorry for getting people with this.
smh wtf
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