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Ulrike paces about the room, muttering to herself.
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "I shall return very shortly. Those of you
not gifted with super-mortal experience, do address any needs for sleep or sustenance you may have
in the interim."
Ulrike surveys the gathering, severe-faced, before stalking off to the east.
Ulrike nods evenly.
Ulrike says to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Are you prepared, Revelator, for the
mysteries of agony?"
You say to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Aye, as much as I will be."
Ulrike clasps her hands at the small of her back, her eyes bird-like and penetrating.
Ulrike smiles mysteriously, not quite enough to bare her fangs.
Ulrike says to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "As much as we ever will be."
Kitiara takes a deep breath in before giving a small nod.
Ulrike says grandly in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Insidi. Be welcomed to the
Oubliette of Liturgy."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Oubliette: the place where things are
forgotten -- things, or men."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "And indeed still it is."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Every soul that finds its way to Mhaldor is
transformed utterly."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "We are not what once we were, and never
shall be again."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "This is our joy, we of the West."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "We are slaves in Strength, and our wills
flow with Evil and bind with it and rush over all that defies us."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "But first, and last, we must Suffer."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "We put more than our souls on the pyres of
Mhaldor when we swear ourselves to Sartan -- we offer our -selves-."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "In this spirit, the Mortification."
Ulrike turns to Kitiara with an appreciative look.
Ulrike strains on her toes just a whisper to clap you amicably on the shoulder for a moment.
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Leaders, be they on the battlefield or in
the scriptorium, or posing in a pentagram, must give and give more."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Power is a pretty thing, and a powerful and
pleasurable one, but whether wielded wisely or woefully, it is torturously heavy."
Herenicus watches with rapt attention, cruel fascination gleaming in his pale eyes.
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Here we mortify the body, as a mark to what
things may spear the soul."
Ulrike says manically in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "To the crowd I ask your silence,
Insidium."
Ulrike says magnanimously to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "You, madame, may
scream at your leisure."
Ulrike claps her hands thrice, loudly.
Kitiara gives a small nod at Ulrike and continues to listen while doing her best to
hide any emotion.
A duo of tongueless orc slaves trudges in, their muscles thick as a blacksmith's, their lizard-
leather skin the colour of pus. They hold thick stone mallets at the ready.
The orcs shuffle to hunchbacked attention before Ulrike.
Ulrike produces from her garments a cobwebbed wooden box the size of a breadloaf. The dusty exterior
has a sigil smeared across its hinges in thick black pitch.
With a diminutive key barely larger than the flash of its silver, Ulrike unlocks the box, which
creaks open with an ugly rasp.
Ulrike withdraws two heavy iron stakes from the box. Rusty and dirty, they bear similar crude sigils.
Ulrike blows the top layer of dust from the stakes with a soft breath, then whispers words too low
to hear as she holds them up for examination. Hers, or yours? You can't be sure.
The stakes seem to bend for a moment, as if seen through great heat.
Ulrike hands one stake to each orc.
Ulrike jerks her head meaningfully in your direction.
Ulrike turns affably to you, strolling without the slightest haste.
Ulrike directs you to stand before a section of the granite the size of a small chamber's wall, bare
and unadorned.
Without hesitation Kitiara takes a few steps forward before the section and nods.
Ulrike says matter-of-factly to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Move back until
your back is against the stone."
Melodie laces her fingers together, watching with curious silence.
Kitiara moves herself accordingly so that her back is against the cold stone.
Ulrike says smoothly to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Extend your wings to their
broadest width and keep them extended."
Herenicus grins with sick anticipation.
Ulrike says merrily to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Now be as still as you can,
or fail your ordeal."
Bringing her wings forward for a brief moment in contemplation Kitiara rapidly
extends them out and holds them.
Ulrike says smoothly in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "You're doing quite all right,
Revelator, it is I who rushes."
Kitiara nods, her face unchanged.
Ulrike squints and satisfies herself that you is correctly in position, then turns, casual as a cat,
to the orcs. "Do what I told you," she barks. "Not fast, and not slow."
The orcs position themselves clumsily but intently, like children playing a party game, by the
joints of Kitiara's outspread wings. They place the stakes firmly against her feathers, raise their
mallets, and strike.
Kitiara grits her teeth as her body tightens up.
Ulrike narrows her eyes at you, as if she is anticipating a mistake.
Ulrike nods impatiently at the orcs, then returns her focus to you.
Flakes of brittle rust flutter like carver's shavings from the stakes. Blood splashes the orcs' dumb
stony faces as they pound the stakes home into the strangely yielding stone, unstartled as oxen.
Herenicus watches with fascination as the sable wings go slick with blood.
Kitiara lets out a small cry, holding herself back and continues to try and fight
it, jaw clenched.
Ulrike says jovially to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Try flexing your wings
forward, my dear."
Melodie chews on her bottom lip, frowning slightly.
Kitiara tries to move her wings however she finds them to be tightly bound to the
stone, pain strikes her as she attempts to move.
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "I'd not bother binding these either, but
the physiological reactions I expect may cause nerve-reactions in them that not even your willpower
can control."
Taraza's lips curve into a sadistic grin as her forefinger lightly taps against her blade. She
watches with rapt attention to the scene before her.
Ulrike inclines her head at your wings.
Ulrike removes a glittering ampoule from somewhere deep in her robes.
Herenicus quietly fishes a snack from the confines of a golden-toned letter.
Ulrike strides sinuously forward, all reptile for a moment, extends her fangs with a feral smile,
and bites you sharply and neatly by the collarbone, leaving tiny punctures.
Kitiara throws her head back as a high screech of pain escapes her mouth.
Ulrike smiles broadly and says didactically in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "I've just
administered a dose of prefarar venom to the Revelator here. This should make things rather more
exciting, I think."
A wisp of a smile forms on Aiseiri's feminine lips as her eyes glimmer darkly.
Ulrike cocks her head at you with curious anticipation.
Ulrike draws a steel flensing-knife, sharp as sin, from a serpentine thigh scabbard.
Makaela leans forward in anticipation.
Kitiara winces in pain as the sensation of her wounds increase and washes over her,
tears start to fill her eyes as she swallows.
Kitiara's eyes are fixated on the blade before she draws them back up at Ulrike,
watching carefully.
Ulrike flicks the knife, bright and keen, across your wings, slicing on each side a narrow cut to
the core.
Ulrike crushes the top of her glittering ampoule. The shards glimmer in midair like motes of mica.
You don't hear anything hit the floor.
Absently dabbing the corner of his mouth, Herenicus continues observing the Insidi-assisted molting.
Kitiara lets out a piercing scream as her back arches, face filled with pain as her
pupils dilate into hallow black depths.
Ulrike pours onto one palm a viscous chartreuse paste.
(It looks rather like pesto, if daemons ate pesto.)
Ulrike frowns slightly.
Ulrike reaches up to the gashes in your wings and administers the unpleasant decoction. There is a
growing sharp scent in the air, like ammonia and cut grass.
A portion of the flesh around Kitiara's wounds begins to darken and recede, as if burning.
Kitiara cries out as her body violently thrashes about, her breathing becomes heavy
as tears start to roll down her face.
Ulrike smiles thinly, though with obvious satisfaction.
Herenicus' nostrils flare at the pungent concoction and he retreats a half-step closer to Aegoth's
aromatherapy.
Ulrike says lightly to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "You moved."
Ulrike suddenly plunges the flensing-dagger into your left wing, her movements seeming to betray no
intent of the violence until it is near-done.
Kitiara starts coughing and sputtering, almost foaming at the mouth as she
desperately starts to gasp for air. Her body starts to shudder and continues to thrash violently as
the poison is absorbed and spreads through her body.
Ulrike turns away from you, her face smoothing seamlessly back into a cruel parody of chummy
amusement.
Ulrike says pedantically to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "I think that's about
enough, don't you think? You've done so nicely. It's strong stuff. I found it in Tenwat. Hope it
doesn't scar too much. The documentation was inconclusive."
Short, labored breaths escape her dry lips as Kitiara drops her head forward
causing her hair to drape the sides of her face.
Ulrike sweeps back to your side again, raising her face, coaxing a vial to her lips.
Ulrike says brightly to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Drink."
An internal struggle is apparent on her face as Kitiara struggles to open her mouth,
she fights to endure it and takes a small shallow gulp.
Ulrike says absently to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "This will stop it. Cure it.
Not reverse it, I'm afraid."
Ulrike rubs her upper left forearm with momentary irritation.
A soothing sensation overcomes Kitiara as she is able to breath better and the pain
starts to subside, she lifts her head back up.
Ulrike stretches to her fullest height to remove the stakes that fasten your wings, straining to
pull them free.
Ulrike discreetly mops her brow with the sleeve of a black cassock with crimson detail.
Herenicus pops a strawberry dipped in whipped cream into his mouth, barely finishing before eating a
second, and then a third.
Ulrike returns the stakes to their rickety container and stares intently at you.
Ulrike says to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Revelator, you have shown admirable
courage and resilience in the face of Suffering -- Suffering, which shall be always a mystery in
part."
Kitiara falls weakly to the ground, her body trembles as she attempts to lift
herself up with her arms. Blood drips down her wings as they slightly twitch in an attempt to move
them forward with no success. An emotionless expression washes over her face as she takes in a small
breath before whispering, "Amen".
Ulrike says to you in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "And your wings -- though they ought,
still, to fly -- are not the same, and never will be."
Ulrike turns to the crowd, smiling with just a shadow of strain.
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Look upon the rents in her wings and see
the price of Evil."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "Strength is never without cost, and the
Master wills it so. Praise be the Lord."
Ulrike bows her head automatically, reverently.
Melodie's blue eyes flicker briefly, before she bows her head in reverence.
Herenicus lifts his pale eyes to heaven.
Herenicus Coldraven says quietly, "Amen."
Makaela says with a Kashari accent, "Amen."
Ulrike says in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "You are dismissed, Insidi. Go in Strength
and Suffering, under the Lord."
You say weakly to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Thank you, High Ascendant."
Ulrike pats you in a friendly manner.
Ulrike says smoothly in Mhaldorian in a clipped contralto voice, "I thank you all for your
attendance and good manners."
Aegoth nods his head at you.
Aegoth I'llur, Scion of Ambition says, "Well done."
Herenicus gives strawberries and cream to you.
Medi says, "If kit says to show up somewhere, bring an apron."
Medi says, "Rule of thumb."
[edit: I did like the speech though. I just skipped over all of the action parts.]
Was not expecting to live through it.
In fact, I didn't think it was possible.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
All my tears... Just take them... Mhaldor has officially topped the list of scariest places in Achaea... IC as well as OC...
You do you with RP, but... I really couldn't do that... Super intense and all, but genuinely couldn't even read it. The bit where it described the joints... Didn't even get close to the speach, it was just too much... *joins @Jeslyn in RAINBOWS*
...Today my customisation was finally approved (albeit not the one @Trilliana and @Daslin helped me with- thanks for the ideas though!) ... time to scare Cyrenians with the completely evil look of it.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Do not axk ze mhuns!
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
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2015/04/26 23:50:34 - Trilliana donated 473607 gold [Reason: to help Devotionists change class!].
That's about 75% of the gold I picked up from hunting and shopkeeping from about... 97 and on.
Beginning plans for fun events next IC year, which includes challenging creativity a good deal.
Keep trying to take some time out to ponder house servants but keep getting swept away into doing other things. Annoying, but it will get done at some point!
Trying to pinpoint a last few things to do to advance in the House before Taraza eats me.
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
Medi says, "If kit says to show up somewhere, bring an apron."
Medi says, "Rule of thumb."
I've gotten to talk to so many cool folks, lately. Jumping into it after awhile and saying "to hell with it" has made such a big difference. Planning things for the rogues and joining a performing troupe seems to have really re-ignited my spark. Hope this keeps up!
Stories by Jurixe and Stories by Jurixe 2
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(Blades of Valour): Draekar says: "Synbios if sunbeams sparkle off that I'll kill you where you stand."
(Party) Halos says, "Disbar?"
(Party) Draekar says, "You know here we have disbar."
(Party) Draekar says, "And over there we have datbar."
Spent the evening being a true traitor.
Was good day.
Was a tiny rampage and more luck than anything else, but I'm still stoked.
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Do you even Mudlet, bro?