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  • Yea, no problem dude was fun at least. I guess the outcry of support for me, and being super heavily recruited made me feel a little better. Sucks I got kicked from my city though. @Deladan
  • Most Epic wedding I've seen in a while. Epic is epic. 

  • I've been pretending I'm a vampire lately, does that count too?

  • HalosHalos The Reaches
    Deladan said:
    1. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Mycen, Deladan..."
    2.  
    3.  
    4. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Both of you were once a
    5. part of the Glory that the
    6. Master has to offer in Mhaldor."
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    11. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "I fought a long side the
    12. both of you, many times
    13. against the forests you now bind yourselves too."
    14.  
    15. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "You have fallen from the
    16. grace of the Master, and
    17. live your days as adversaries."
    18.  
    19. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "While, I don't rejoice in
    20. your choice..."
    21.  
    22. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "I did call you both
    23. friend."
    24.  
    25. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Thus, I am at ease
    26. knowing you found your happiness."
    27.  
    28. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "However.."
    29.  
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    33. Ravager Elite Atalkez Al'Jafri, Blade of Antagony says in a silky,
    34. smooth tenor voice,
    35. "Congratulations to you both."
    36.  
    37. Deladan thanks Atalkez profusely.
    38.  
    39. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "I look forward to seeing
    40. you both on the battle field.
    41. "
    42.  
    43. Mycen thanks Atalkez profusely.
    44.  
    45. Ithmian Squire Deladan Seir-Aristata, Obsidian Patriarch says to
    46. Zephyros, "As always, friend."
    47.  
    48. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Congratulations."
    49.  
    50. Ithmian Squire Deladan Seir-Aristata, Obsidian Patriarch says to
    51. Zephyros, "It's why you're here man."
    52.  
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    57. Guardian Assassin, Mycen Aristata, Mother of Serpents says to Zephyros
    58. with a soft, purring accent, "As always."
    59.  
    60. Ithmian Squire Deladan Seir-Aristata, Obsidian Patriarch says, "We might
    61. not see eye to eye."
    62.  
    63. Ithmian Squire Deladan Seir-Aristata, Obsidian Patriarch says, "But I
    64. will consider you my friend."
    65.  
    66. Mycen's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
    67. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Now then, I best get
    68. going."
    69. Mycen nods her head emphatically.
    70. Deladan nods his head at Zephyros.
    71.  
    72. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "All this love is making
    73. me weak in the stomach."
    74.  
    75. Guardian Assassin, Mycen Aristata, Mother of Serpents says with a soft,
    76. purring accent, "Thank you for coming."
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    81.  
    82. Mycen grins mischievously at Zephyros.
    83.  
    84. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "And these wolves and
    85. vines are irritating."
    86.  
    87. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Enjoy your new livs."
    88.  
    89. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "Lives, too."
    90.  
    91. Deladan thanks Zephyros profusely.
    92.  
    93. Duelist Zephyros says in a deep, stern voice, "I will cherish your flesh
    94. when it is under heel."
    95.  
    96. Zephyros departs to the southwest, the air sizzling around him.
    why are there numbers

    A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
  • edited October 2015
    Retracted - not taking the bait
  • MelodieMelodie Port Saint Lucie, Florida
    Been a long time since I've been legit creeped out by a ritual that didn't also make me super grossed out at the same time. Major props to those involved, especially @Saeva who I know spent many many days and nights getting this all together. Was an awesome experience and looking forward to exploring the future with it and the House.
    And I love too                                                                          Be still, my indelible friend
    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
  • Also, some of the spacing there is rough. Moving it from notepad to pastebin was a pain.


  • Carmain needs to multiclass Blademaster now, we need Mhaldorian Zatoichi

  • So this amazingness happened. Warning to those who are squeamish

     Kitiara silently nods at the gathered observers, a wisp of a smile is subtly
    expressed.

    You say in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Mhaldor, I present to you a holiday
    gift, a work of art in the form of both oppression and suffering, unified into one.
    Something I've been rebuilding for quite some time now, ever since I found a few
    curious cogs in the rubble of our history."

    Kitiara raises two fingers into her mouth and with a sharp whistle you hear the
    gates of Mhaldor swing open from the down as a tall structure is seen in the
    distance.

    A great chorus of shouts and cries stir themselves into existence as Kitiara's eyes
    flicker eagerly. The sound of rattling chains and groaning metal seeps through the
    fray as a huge machine is drawn into the room by a large gang of heavily clad orcs.
    Its huge wheels turn slowly and arduously as it grinds its way along.

    You say excitedly in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Behold! A musical instrument

    for the exquisite sounds of torture!"

    With a wave of her hand, Kitiara gestures at what seems to be a massive, archaic
    musical organ. Tall, bloodied torture racks stand erected at the top of a platform
    above where pipes would be normally be.

    Kitiara claps her hands together once with glee as she looks up at the magnificent
    structure. Various sized mhun slaves are tightly strapped naked to each of the
    racks. Their eyes filled with pleading terror as you observe an array of blades,
    needles, clamps and other more unspeakable instruments of suffering, hovering above
    them idly. Each tool connected to cogs and wheels that twist into a maze of
    mechanism before ending at a keyboard arrangement at the base.

    You say in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Witness the beauty that is suffering.
    For each scream is a chorale to Him in a blood soaked cacophony of torment."

    With a maddening hop skip to the machine's base, Kitiara flips the tails of her
    coat back as she sits on the stool in front of the keys. She laces her fingers
    together before cracking them and lightly places her fingertips on the board.

    A sadistic grin creeps up Kitiara's features as she pulls one of the many knobs on
    the backboard of where the keys rest and looks up at the ominous machine. A series
    of movement within the grinding gears turn about before numerous massive metal
    blocks, previously hanging above each other mhun slave's heads, come crashing down
    simultaneously into their mouths. The loud sound of crunching teeth pierce the air.
    The slaves' distressing cries become quiet and muffled.

    Kitiara presses and holds down on a single key as she looks up at the ominous
    machine. The silencers are released, lifted out of their mouths, as a few blades
    sway in the air as they cut into delicate flesh. Screams and wails intertwined
    together in a agonizing acapella as blood of their wound drips down into a trough
    below.

    A sinister cackle escapes Kitiara's lips as she continues to press various keys as
    the thunderous cries echo into the city. The low gurgling howls undertone the high
    screeches of the younger slaves as their weeps and lamentful murmurs form haunting
    hymns of pain.

    Kitiara lifts her fingers from the keys, causing the silencers to come smashing
    back down into the mouths as the blades halt in the air.

    Kitiara smirks as she glances up from beneath her brow. Her fingertips start
    majestically gliding over the key, pressing them in a proficient and intentional
    order. The various tools of torture equally glide and sway at her keystrokes as the
    mufflers are released to the sounds of agonizing cries.

    Sharp tools pierce deeply into the flesh as they twist and rip chunks out of the
    captives. Blades whirl about as they cut the sign of the Seven across their chest
    and thick blood starts to coat their naked bodies. Blood splashing about onto the
    ground. Kitiara closes her eyes as she listens to the soothing sounds of torment.

    Ainly smirks.

    With a pull of another knob, all but one silencer comes crashing down to silence
    the screams. Kitiara glares up at the mhun slave who continues to scream without a
    silencer. The torture tools stop as the slave's eyes become hollow and his body
    trembles.

    Saeva takes a step back as a spray of blood gushes towards her.

    Kitiara pushes a button and a three pronged metal tool hovers above the slave's
    nether regions. Grasping tightly around him, the tool spins and rips him apart as he
    cries out in agony before passing out.

    You clap your hands together merrily.

    The blood filled trough becomes full as Kitiara continues to play. The screams
    start to die down with each mhun passing out one by one. The trough, weighted by the
    crimson liquid, shifts and totters to the left as the blood pours into a metal
    container with a spout.

    Kiet finds the largest nearby living shield, Aegoth, and steps behind him to avoid
    any sprays of blood, too.

    Aegoth lets the blood soak him, reveling in a war, cleansing shower of blood. With a
    rumble, he shakes himself, splattering blood everywhere, coating everyone in
    droplets much like a shaggy dog full of mud would.

    Kitiara presses another button as the container shifts and cranks before violently
    spitting out blood high into the air. The scarlet fluid rains gloriously down upon
    all who observe.

    Kitiara stands back up and turns to the crowd. She extends her arms wide as she
    twirls in blood before removing her top hat as she takes a step back into a deep bow
    as blood continues to drench the area. Each scream and cry dwindles down one by one
    into silence as death consumes them.

    Saeva wipes the rained blood from her eyes with a neutral expression.

    Kiet creases his brow in a frown.

    Saeva glances at the mutilated mhun bodies.

    Ainly says to you in a deep voice, "That was enchanting."

    Saeva Aristata, Insid'atori says to you, "Quite the performance, Purifier."

    Kiet says in a clear, confident voice, "Very... interesting."

    Tyrannus Xinna Dracrotalus, Dread Legate says in Mhaldorian, "Very... messy."

    Kitiara nods at the massive orc slaves as she orders them to take the machine to
    clean it. They hastily obey and drag it back out to the down.

    The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

    Ainly says to you in a deep voice, "I would like to give that instrument a go one of
    these days."

    You nod your head at Ainly.

    Taraus takes a moment to wipe the blood from a disheveled eyebrow before she offers
    you a smatter of applause.

    Kiet claps very, very uncertainly, looking around the gathered crowd to see if he's
    the only one.

    You say to Ainly in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Certainly."

    Aegoth rumbles a bit as he casually licks the blood from his claws, muttering "Yes,
    yesssss... nicely done," while his eyes are transfixed by the scene.

    You say in Mhaldorian in a trenchant voice, "Thank you for relishing in the
    performance."

    Ainly says to you in a deep voice, "Such a clever use of torture reminds me of my
    youth. Thank you for that."

    Sylphiel allows the blood to soak onto her simple clothing. Small sprinkles of blood
    coat her face. Her eyes looking up at the organ, watching the blood continuing to
    drip.



    "Kit always gets blood everywhere."
    Medi says, "If kit says to show up somewhere, bring an apron."
    Medi says, "Rule of thumb."

  • Kitiara said:
    So this amazingness happened. Warning to those who are squeamish




    Personally I would have preferred that you rebuilt the brothel.

    Still, very nice! I would have giggled at it.
    Replies the scorpion: "It's my nature..."
  • Aepas said:
    Kitiara said:
    So this amazingness happened. Warning to those who are squeamish




    Personally I would have preferred that you rebuilt the brothel.

    Still, very nice! I would have giggled at it.
    I heard we had a brothel, why don't we have a brothel anymore? Kit wants to slay all the brothel derps!
    "Kit always gets blood everywhere."
    Medi says, "If kit says to show up somewhere, bring an apron."
    Medi says, "Rule of thumb."


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  • Kitiara said:
    So this amazingness happened. Warning to those who are squeamish

    Kiet finds the largest nearby living shield, Aegoth, and steps behind him to avoid
    any sprays of blood, too.

    Aegoth lets the blood soak him, reveling in a war, cleansing shower of blood. With a
    rumble, he shakes himself, splattering blood everywhere, coating everyone in
    droplets much like a shaggy dog full of mud would.

    Clearly @Kiet chose the wrong shield in @Aegoth for that one.
    - (Eleusis): Ellodin says, "The Fissure of Echoes is Sarathai's happy place."
    - 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")."
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  • Yeah, he was the only dragon though :(

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  • edited December 2015
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_organ

    Please tell me this was the inspiration.
  • Reiloch said:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_organ

    Please tell me this was the inspiration.
    omg that's awesome! But alas it was not
    "Kit always gets blood everywhere."
    Medi says, "If kit says to show up somewhere, bring an apron."
    Medi says, "Rule of thumb."

  • KryptonKrypton shi-Khurena
    Kitiara said:
    I heard we had a brothel, why don't we have a brothel anymore? Kit wants to slay all the brothel derps!
    You say that, but then, you've never met Demian.
  • Oh damn, I didn't know they all died.
    -dons a black veil and sneaks into Mhaldor to place flowers for Demian-
  • KryptonKrypton shi-Khurena
    His time came too soon: http://pastie.org/pastes/966893#5,8-9,50
  • If I remember the brothel was there to get rid of the need for relationships netween players that detracted focus from service to Evil.
  • JeslynJeslyn United States
    edited December 2015
    They had a brothel like that in one MUD I played, but it could either kill or revitalize you. I admit it was pretty damn hillarious when influential priests were feeling a bit frisky and died to it. That's what they get for their long sermons.
  • "Oooooooooh!" you say to a piece of biscotti, eyes wide with wonder.

    You take a piece of biscotti by the hand, draw it into you, and whisper, "I love

    you."

    You playfully nibble on a piece of biscotti's lower lip before giving it a soft,

    sweet kiss.

    Yae Longshanks says to Mycen, "Your husband is cheating on you with a biscotti."

    You twirl about in front of a piece of biscotti, laughing gaily.

    You display a piece of biscotti for all in the room to see.

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    You are holding:

    Misc:

    biscotti263702      a piece of biscotti

    Long and cylindrical, this slice of biscotti is firm and possessed of a cookie-

    like crunch that sheds crumbs with every bite. Almonds are embedded in it,

    lending a mild hint of their flavour to the mellow cocoa of the delicacy. Its

    shape and structure seem perfect for dunking, while the taste perfectly suits a

    kawhe enhancement.

    It has about a month of usefulness left.

    It weighs 5 ounce(s).

    You sidle up to a piece of biscotti and drool on it.

    You regard a piece of biscotti with shifty eyes, looking it up and down.

    You eat a piece of biscotti with gusto.

    Your breath sizzles as you say, "Now I am sad."

    Your breath sizzles as you say, "For I have no biscotti."

    A lump forms in your throat as emotion overwhelms you; a single tear runs down

    your cheek.

    Mycen says to Yae with a soft, purring accent, "He does it often."


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