Jokesey the Cultist

Eidra

You give a bestial, two-headed canine a sound thumping with your blackjack.

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You reach out and bop a bestial, two-headed canine on the nose with your blackjack.

You ask in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "What?"

You wrap a bestial, two-headed canine in a tight headlock and repeatedly rub your knuckles painfully 

across his scalp.

The cerberus leaps at you, raking you with its talon-like claws.

You give a bestial, two-headed canine a sound thumping with your blackjack.

You have slain a bestial, two-headed canine, retrieving the corpse.

A tiny pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.

A mysterious cloaked figure scowls miserably at you.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "You uh...you don't 

mind, do you?"

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "You've got lots more."

You have emoted: Eidra peers up at a mysterious cloaked figure, her wings shifting uneasily.

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "What? Do I have 

something on my face, or something?"

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "You started this."

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "With your face."

This figure seems to be about human size, and it is built rather stocky. A thick, black cloak covers 

its body from head to foot, concealing its features. Peeking out from under the sleeve of the cloak 

gleams a long, bone handled knife. A set of glowing red eyes peer at you from the darkness beneath 

the hood, sending a chill down your spine.

A mysterious cloaked figure does not look particularly dangerous.

A mysterious cloaked figure scowls miserably at you.

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "Okay, maybe I'm too sensitive about it, but you 

can't just go making faces at people who came here to potentially kill you."

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "Its bad practice."

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "If I were someone else you'd be dead just on 

account of having made any faces at all... or having a face, for that matter."

A mysterious cloaked figure snickers at you.

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "Not too talkative, are 

you?"

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You ask in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "Well, do you have a name?"

You say in Mhaldorian in a high, youthful voice, "Maybe you don't understand me..."

You begin to speak Achaean (with perfect fluency).

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Do you have a name?"

You give a pained sigh.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Now we're just going in circles."

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "If you don't say something soon, 

I'm gonna bop you."

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You nod your head emphatically.

You ask in a high, youthful voice, "What's the matter? Bear got your tongue?"

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You have emoted: Eidra sighs in exasperation.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Oh...hm. Maybe a bear does got your tongue..."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I don't think I've actually heard any of you speak before."

A mysterious cloaked figure curls his nose up and grimaces at you.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Hey. Open your mouth. I wanna see 

if you have a tongue."

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Well, you've at least got a mouth, right?"

You say musingly in a high, youthful voice, "Maybe you can't open it... maybe it's.."

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Is it stitched shut?"

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I don't have a knife on me. And if you don't have a tongue, I 

guess cutting your mouth open wouldn't help much anyway."

You smile and say in a high, youthful voice, "Hm...if you can't -tell- me your name, maybe I should 

name you!"

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Let's see... what's a good name for a cultist..."

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "What about Mark?"

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I knew a Mark once."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Of course, he wasn't a very nice person... and he was fat."

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Okay. Maybe not Mark."

You tilt your head to one side, rub your chin, and thoughtfully declare "Hrm."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "What about Andrew? My doll's name is Andrew."

You display a porcelain Atavian boy doll for all in the room to see.

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Hmm...you're right. You don't look much like my doll."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Of course, you -could- be an atavian under there."

You have emoted: Eidra points to a mysterious cloaked figure's robes.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "It would be easier if you'd at 

least nod."

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You ask in a high, youthful voice, "You can't nod?"

You ask in a high, youthful voice, "Why? Is there something wrong with your neck?"

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "You know, you're kinda funny."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Oh! Oh! I know! I could call you Jokesey. On account of your 

excellent sense of humor."

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Jokesey it is."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Oh, Jokesey. Why are your reactions so limited? Don't you ever 

smile?"

A mysterious cloaked figure gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

You beam broadly at a mysterious cloaked figure.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "I smile all the time. It's easy."

A mysterious cloaked figure scowls miserably at you.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "-that- is the opposite of smiling.

"

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Are you sad, Jokesey? Is that why you won't smile or nod?"

A mysterious cloaked figure curls his nose up and grimaces at you.

You have emoted: Eidra laughs delightedly.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Good! THat's a good attept."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I don't suppose you've had much practice."

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Why do you stay here? This doesn't seem like a very nice place 

to live."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I know all about living in gloomy places, because I live in 

Mhaldor, but this really takes the cake."

A mysterious cloaked figure squints suspiciously at you.

You ask in a high, youthful voice, "Well, do you deny that it's gloomy?"

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Of course you don't, because that would be dishonest."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "And you're a very honest cultist, Jokesey."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "That's one of the things I like about you."

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "To jokesey what, you don't believe me? Well, it's true. I think 

we're bound to be fast friends, you and I."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "You see. Jokesey was the perfect name. It really stuck."

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Do you have many friends here? Is 

that why you stay?"

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Oooh, I know. There's a pretty lady cultist, isn't there."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "You've always dreamt of leaving."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "But you can't, because you couldn't stand to live without her."

A mysterious cloaked figure scrutinizes you cautiously, studying you for possible danger.

You exclaim to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Oh, that's so romantic!"

A mysterious cloaked figure curls his nose up and grimaces at you.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "No wonder you're sullen."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I would be sullen too if my very dearest darling lived in such a 

gloomy place."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I know! Why don't you run away together!?"

A mysterious cloaked figure peers at you unscrupulously.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Don't tell me you've never 

thought of running away."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Anyone would if they had to stay here."

A mysterious cloaked figure snickers at you.

You flash a mysterious cloaked figure a joyous smile.

You exclaim to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "You -can- laugh!"

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You exclaim in a high, youthful voice, "Oh, Jokesey, that makes me so happy I could burst!"

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "What? Are you embarrassed?"

A mysterious cloaked figure curls his nose up and grimaces at you.

A mysterious cloaked figure scrutinizes you cautiously, studying you for possible danger.

You say to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "You know, you've got a lot of 

character Jokesey. You could be anything you want."

A mysterious cloaked figure curls his nose up and grimaces at you.

You ask a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "Isn't there anything you'd rather 

be?"

You exclaim in a high, youthful voice, "I know, you could be a-- knight!"

You say in a high, youthful voice, "You could gad about helping the helpless and... knightly stuff...

and then come back to your cultist lady fair with treasure and tales from your exploits."

A mysterious cloaked figure raises an eyebrow at you.

You give a pained sigh.

A mysterious cloaked figure snickers at you.

You exclaim to a mysterious cloaked figure in a high, youthful voice, "You have to aim higher than 

this, Jokesey. You could be so much more!"

You say in a high, youthful voice, "I have to go for now, Jokesey, but don't be disheartened. I will 

come and visit you."

You give a round loaf of buttermilk bread to a mysterious cloaked figure.

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Here. you should eat something. You're practically skin and 

bones."

A mysterious cloaked figure frowns at you.

You pat a mysterious cloaked figure in a friendly manner.

 

You say in a high, youthful voice, "You'll be okay, Jokesey."

You say in a high, youthful voice, "Don't worry. I'll come back."

You grow still and begin to silently pray for preservation of your soul while you are out of the 

land.

Ankhareoutef

Sincere giggles.

Szanthax

I like you

Zahan

@Eidra comes here in and tells this awesome story then just vanishes, leaving us all hanging on the edge of our seat.

Szanthax said:

I like you

Am I the only one concerned she might be locked up in @Szanthax's basement?

Eidra

"Eidra's Top Secret book of Secrets", By Eidra, Acolyte of Cruelty (Page 4)

Lupar 3rd, 726 AF:

It's been a couple of months since Jokesey went missing. The tide has

filled the caverns there, and whenever I go there isn't a cultist to be

found.

At first I thought he'd fallen to another hunter, and he'd be back.

Generally we all come back. It's a miracle, but it comes to be expected.

The thing is... he didn't. I've gone over and over in the hopes of

finding him, but I fear my dear Jokesey has been swallowed up by the

tide.

 What if I never see him again?

 What kind of God would allow my best friend to be disintigrated?

I suppose I can't blame Sartan. After all, all of the other Gods are

letting the tide murder people too.... but this one was my -best

friend-.

Now the only people I have to talk to are Andrew, and mini Ailea, and

even though he's an atavian and she actually breathes... well, they

don't actually talk. It would be devastating if anyone found that out, but it's true. They're

just toys, and toys can never take the place of a real true living best

friend.

I wonder if people can be retrieved from the tide, or if once it has

them they're gone forever.