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Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
(The Warriors of Sapience): Santar says, "They just leave your room after like every attack."
serpent and all i [CENSORED] see is alertness ticking every 1-2 hits."
(The Warriors of Sapience): Santar says, "Kill me now."
(The Warriors of Sapience): Santar says, "I'm sorry."
1/10 would not read again.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
expressions running the gamut from open curiosity to curt indifference as they
study you.
You see Ada al Ashtad yell, "Hi!"
You incline your head politely.
"Oops!" Ada says to you with an embarrassed grin.
Ada raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hi!"
Tesha raises her hand in greeting and says "Hello!"
Ada raises her hand in greeting to Sennad'ukia and says "Hi!"
Sennad'ukia says, "Designation Jiraishin, designations Tesha and Ada."
Sennad'ukia nods.
You bow politely to Sennad'ukia.
Tesha greets Sennad'ukia with a sincere smile.
With a sibilant 'shhhiiiinnngggt!', Ada smoothly sheathes a curved, etched
scimitar.
With a sibilant 'shhhiiiinnngggt!', Ada smoothly sheathes a curved, etched
scimitar.
Ada chases after something towards the west!
Tesha leaves, following Ada, riding a giant horned toad, to the west.
You have emoted: Jiraishin stares off to the west.
You say with a harsh Western accent, "They are very energetic."
Sennad'ukia says, "A pair of unstable individuals."
You nod.
Sennad'ukia says, "We assume you are their escort?"
You say with a harsh Western accent, "So it seems."
Sennad'ukia says, "The term parental guardian would be more fitting."
You nod your head at Sennad'ukia.
You say with a harsh Western accent, "They have been in that room too long."
You say with a harsh Western accent, "I must go and make sure they have not
destroyed anything."
Sennad'ukia nods.
You bow respectfully to Sennad'ukia.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Mezghar tells you, "You are remarkably agile for one so old."
You tell Mezghar, "You aren't the first one who can't perform when I'm around and I doubt you'll be the last."
Mezghar tells you, "This is unlikely. Patience is required."
You tell Mezghar, "You've spent too much time around your overlords. You're starting to sound like them."
Mezghar tells you, "My speech patterns have not changed."
Mezghar tells you, "You do not know me. You have no basis for the assumption."
You tell Mezghar, "No, you don't know that I know you. There's quite the difference."
Mezghar amusedly tells you, "How clever."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
A dwarf tailor wrinkles his nose and sniffs.
A dwarf tailor says, "I shall have to dye these colours, of course. Some pastel colouring is no true shading. Nay, this shall be of royalty, the deep purples to match with the fiery reds suitable to station."
Farrah says stiffly, "Xorani."
Farrah glares angrily at a dwarf tailor.
A dwarf tailor says, "A lizard is a lizard, no matter what it calls itself."
A dwarf tailor rolls his eyes.
A dwarf tailor says, "Such marvelous thread..."
Mezghar says in a rumbling, basso voice, "She is more of a... Plain clothes type, master dwarf. Don't mind her contempt."
Mezghar stares meaningfully at Farrah and furtively makes a small gesture in front of his neck.
Farrah shoves Mezghar in the chest rudely, rolling her eyes.
A dwarf tailor says, "Of course. The truly fashionable must accept the presence of the peasantry at times."
1. Yesterday I turn in my 15 page (including appendixes) report on Balan'maal, because I decided that even if I don't know -everything- about the fortress it was about damn time.
2. Today I learn more things about Balan'maal. I send Mezghar tells to the effect of 'of course this happens right after I seal a journal and give it over to the House librarian for our archives'
3. I idea being able to UNSEAL journals after they are SEALed, because I can't copy or library journals till they're sealed and it's a headache that disseminating information in a timely manner means I might have to make a whole new document if one piece needs updating (plz support)
4. This.
information is shared and recorded within the Meld. There is no need to share
with all what is not yet complete."
You nod.
Rien'maal says, "Constant corrections would be inefficient for all."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
than expected."
An'ele says, "It is a wholly inferior creature."
An'ele says, "You shall communicate this to it, designation Jiraishin."
You tell Cooper, "The tsol'teth wish me to communicate that you are a wholly
inferior creature. I am pleased to do so."
You nod your head at An'ele.
An'ele says, "You may inform it that approximately 0.9% of battle capacity
possessed by a D class was capable of utterly overwhelming it."
An'ele says, "From what we have assessed in surfacer terminology, this is
commonly labeled "pathetic" in Tezlari-tarin boasting."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
(Khel): That sounds like one of those questions you answer, and later you're in the back half of a donkey costume doing high kicks, not quite sure how you got there, yeah?
(Stheno): You should trust that I'd put you in the front half of the donkey. Be brayve!
(Khel): Well, my waking times are pretty scrambled lately, yeah? But guess it depends on what part of the festival. I like the food?
(Stheno): Do you like cooking food or just eating it?
(Khel): Definitely just eating it. I dunno how to cook.
(Stheno): Maybe you are the back half.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
Farrah's eyes gleam with generosity.
You bow respectfully to Farrah.
Farrah gives an elegant white letter to you.
Farrah says, "A personal delivery to your office. I am feeling courteous."
You discern that you are in Balan'maal.
Your environment conforms to that of Constructed underground.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Cleaned up and dressed up, this halfling child has turned into the very model of a tiny gentleman. Clad in a stygian doublet and elegant crimson breeches, both lined with gold, he has even found himself a vaguely hook-shaped stick to use as a cane. Not a single spot of dirt stains his new clothes, and his hair is slicked back in the recognisable style of those attempting to appear as more high-born than they truly are. Noticeably, his little face has grown pudgier, his once-thin form leaning into the chubby. The warm smell of seawater drifts from their form, a sign of the Sea's favour.
He weighs about 56 pounds.
He is loyal to Actar.
You see nothing in it.