Skit (or, why I bother to play on my cell)

Sylvance

You are dismayed as a Nairat Black cigar turns to dust in your hands.

You are dismayed as a Thera's Finest cigar turns to dust in your hands.

You are dismayed as a Divertimento cigar turns to dust in your hands.

You are dismayed as a Divertimento cigar turns to dust in your hands.

You are dismayed as a Kelley's Choice cigar turns to dust in your hands.

You are dismayed as a Divertimento cigar turns to dust in your hands.

It is now the 1st of Valnuary, 606 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

Tolling to the midnight hour, the deep bass tones from the clock tower reverberate throughout the valley and resonate softly through the cool mountain air.

(Cyrene): You say, "Not the cigars... Why always the cigars?"

(Cyrene): Liliana says, "Could be worse, could be ale."

(Cyrene): You say, "Don't even say it!"

(Cyrene): Somerled says, "We shall speak of no such thing."

(Cyrene): Liliana says, "See?"

(Cyrene): You say, "But, aye, it puteth my woes into context. Thanks!"

Sylvance

It's these brilliant little moments of micro-RP that make me log on from my Android and risk a full inventory robbery. Because... ya know... trying to bash on this thing would just be suicide.

I love you, Cyrene!

Crathen

Puteth?

Sylvance

Crathen said:

Puteth?

My attempt to butcher the word 'put' into Middle Achaean.

That's... a work in progress...

Arador

@Sylvance Pentharian would be proud!