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respectfully to Tvistor.
emoted: Jiraishin grins viciously.
to Tvistor in Targossian with a rough, Xorani accent, "Looks like
have to wait a couple days for more people to come around after all!"
to you in Targossian with a rough, Xorani accent, "This was the
stares at you in shock.
You nod your
head at Icraa.
in Targossian with a rough, Xorani accent, "Should i leave?"
emoted: Jiraishin casts Tvistor an unsettling smile.
helplessly at Icraa.
in Targossian with a rough, Xorani accent, "Looks like you two have
a lot of
catching up to do."
You nod your
in Targossian with a rough, Xorani accent, "Right, i'll be acting
statue at rally point."
his hands before himself and performs a simple, respectful bow.
Icraa a respectful salute.
absently salutes Icraa while keeping his gaze firmly fixated on you.
to the east.
conversationally with a harsh Western accent, "You absolute son of a
in Targossian in a smoothly flowing voice, "How the hell did you
into letting you in here?"
Also, why hasn't anyone posted in the Roleplay Logs thread since May 1st? Sheesh.
I want in on that conversation so freaking bad.
With a solemn nod towards Auryn, Taryius forms a crackling whip of pure flame, and sends it to scourge her flesh.
The young mhun's skin blackens and burns, as she screams in agony.
The mhun jumps backwards as the flame strikes her, her eyes narrowing at you as she stretches her arms. With a quick dart of her arm, Auryn's fingers brush against a shield tattoo before quickly applying a small bit of salve to her blackened flesh.
As the invisible barrier forms around the mhun, her blackened skin slowly starts to dissipate with the salve application.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Yes. Good. Recovering quickly!"
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Your opponent will press their offense, always. Do not fear
them, embrace the fight."
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Now, give me an attack, Adherent. Use your strengths and strike soundly."
The small mhun can't help but offer a small smile before she takes another step back, the barrier surrounding her dissolving into nothing, before she disappears into the shadows. Silently, Auryn circles behind you, her fingers tightly gripping a Mhaldorian dirk before she appears. secreting a venom onto the blade before plunging it into the grook's back.
As the blade pierces the Subjugator's skin, his muscles tense as he's frozen in place.
Evidently straining against his paralysed muscles, Taryius lips turn up into a nearly imperceptible grin as he intones, "Excellent".
Eyes shut in concentration Taryius begins to the channel primal fire from within, tiny beads of sweat breaking out upon his body as he purges the foreign substance. Within moments, his muscles unlock and gestures towards Auryn, conjuring a gust of turbulent wind that strikes the young mhun.
Auryn flies through the air, colliding against the Estate walls with a loud "THUD".
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You are a serpent, Adherent. Your tricks lie in your nimble actions, and quick movement."
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Do not be afraid to try and attack from a distance as well with a well timed strike from your lash, or an arrow from your bow."
Auryn starts to wield a darkbow in her hands.
The serpent winces quietly as she runs an arm across her mouth, a trickle of crimson staining her skin. She deftly rolls forward back to her feet, her dirk sliding into its sheathe as Auryn grasps a darkbow, taking careful aim at you before letting an arrow loose.
The arrow strikes the grook in the side with a wet 'thwap,' his complexion taking a pale turn as he coughs up black bile.
With a slight chuckle, Taryius wipes the black liquid away from his mouth, clutching his stomach in pain as he does so.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "A solid blow."
As his skin starts to turn jaundice, Taryius quickly rummages through a leviathan skin pack, before withdrawing a vial of black oak. With haste, he downs the contents of the vial, shuddering slightly as the foreign toxin is purged from his system.
Muttering an arcane word to himself, Taryius coats his fist in a layer of solid granite before swinging a well-aimed punch towards Auryn's torso.
The 'crunch' of bone can be heard as Taryius' fist strikes the young mhun, who quickly doubles over in pain.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You are improving on your assault, Adherent. Keep up, a true Legate strikes down their enemies just as much as they defend themselves."
"Oof," escapes the serpent's lips as she staggers backwards, her free hand pressing against the wall behind her as she glances up at you from her new position. Bent over with one arm clutching her stomach in pain, she straightens before letting the bow slide back into its baldric, a vicious, western lash slipping between Auryn's fingers, her knuckles turning white as she tightens her grip. The woman evades behind the Subjugator before she lashes out with her whip. The leather cord tightening around the grook's wrist.
The mhun pulls sharply on her lash, bringing the grook down onto his back.
With his other hand, Taryius grabs tightly onto the lash and pulls, creating enough slack to free his entangled wrist which subsequently takes hold of the leather weapon. With a grunt of excertion, Taryius yanks upon the whip.
Maintaining her grip on a vicious, western lash, Auryn is pulled of her feet by the force and stumbles to the ground.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Sometimes your attacks can be turned on yourself, Adherent. Be prepared for this."
As Auryn stumbles to the ground, her fingers deftly reach for her dirk. Brushing the weapon across her mouth, she secretes a venom intermingling with the blood escaping her lips, before she plunges the weapon into your chest as she falls to her knees.
A masque of agony crosses the grook's features as the blade punctures his chest, a shiver radiating across his body before the allergy to the sun relapses.
Auryn says in Mhaldorian in a soft, smooth voice, "That is what I was hoping would happen, Subjugator."
Taryius' lips flick up in faint amusement.
Taryius reaches into a sleek velvet pouch as his skin begins to blister, and burn from the nearby light. He quickly withdraws a small rust-red flake which he pops into his mouth, before uttering a sigh of relief.
Rising to his feet, Taryius gestures to a crystalline golem which takes full advantage of Auryn's prone form by stepping painfully upon her left leg.
The 'crack' of snapping bone echoes as Auryn's leg is visibly bent out shape, a scream from the young mhun soon accompanying.
Auryn slowly makes her way to the wall as her breathing becomes laboured from the movement, a small tear running down her cheek. Using the structure as support, she props herself against it before rummaging through her satchel, her hand withdrawing with a strange coloured goo before she slathers it over her leg, sighing in relief as it partially heals. The mhun glances over at you before slipping into the shadows, disappearing from view, before she quickly applies another salve to her broken limb.
As her leg heals, Auryn steps back into view.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You did well, against a foe not particularly keen on dodging your blows. Continue to practice, Adherent. You show a capacity for quick learning, and plenty of potential."
Auryn nods her head once.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Let the pain of your injuries remind you to grow stronger!"
Auryn says in Mhaldorian in a soft, smooth voice, "Through Hardship is His will endured."
Jiraishin is actually a pretty nice person when he doesn't think anyone can see him. Especially to animals.
sombre shadow across the horizon, the Monument of the Fallen rises
overhead. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. There are
6 gold and
black candles here. There are 3 lit gold and black candles here.
a nearby perch, an bedraggled raven gazes upon the surroundings.
exits leading south and west.
emoted: Jiraishin narrows his eyes at a bedraggled raven.
feathers cover the sleek body of this large raven, clothing it in a
dark as midnight. A long, hooked black beak extends between eyes that
considerable intelligence, and sharp talons extend from its
feet. Its largest feathers extend from its wings in long
pinions, while much smaller, softer plumage covers it underside
and head. An
occasional half-molted, whitish feather protudes from the glossy
hinting at the bird's relative youth and lending it a distinctly unkempt
raven appears to lack strength.
He has 100%
about 50 pounds.
nothing in it.
emoted: Cautiously, Jiraishin extends a gauntleted hand to a
raven squawks loudly at you and peers down at you.
emoted: Jiraishin peers back at a bedraggled raven, lowering his
You say to a
bedraggled raven with a harsh Western accent, "Where did you come
emoted: Jiraishin holds out his hand again in a coaxing manner.
raven puffs up its plumage briefly as the rain begins to fall,
further into its alcove by a pillar.
You say with
a harsh Western accent, "Are you hungry?"
You remove 1
meat, bringing the total in the rift to 585.
raven looks at you blankly. Apparently it isn't intelligent enough
what a great treasure you are trying to bestow upon it.
emoted: Jiraishin holds out a piece of meat to a bedraggled raven.
interest, a bedraggled raven's beady gaze fixates on your offering.
emoted: Jiraishin holds very still, holding the piece of meat in front
its perch to briefly mount the Monument of the Fallen and then a
a bedraggled raven paces warily towards you, eyes never leaving
softly with a harsh Western accent, "Here, eat, and we'll go indoors
get you dried off."
emoted: Jiraishin stays very still, despite the rain falling on him.
within inches of your outstretched offering, a bedraggled raven
spots distant movement out over the Silverveil and takes flight,
its disappointment for all to hear.
away with little fanfare, a bedraggled raven soars off somewhere
But... Apples just became Sartan again. Who cares?
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "Thank you all for coming to Esquire Vika's Accolade."
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "For those who are not aware, the Order of Thurisaz is an ancient
institution that dates back to the times of Guilds. The Runewardens and then the Wardens of the
Cerulean Spire both housed the Order of Thurisaz, a place that epitomised those who served their
Guild, House and city. Though we saw the Wardens of the Cerulean Spire disappear, what was left
standing was the Order of Thurisaz. Now a place where those who wish to serve their city with
distinction and take up the age old path of Cyrenian Knighthood may seek a different challenge."
Shirszae takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "This Accolade is the result of following that path, and
challenging one's self. Knighthood."
Verrucht faces forward, his face unusually somber as he scans the crowd with a wary gaze, his eyes
narrowing slightly as he finds his intended target, unable to stop a slight grin from creasing his
face, calling out in a clear voice, "Vika. Step forward."
Vika gives a small, nervous exhale before nodding once and taking a step forwards
closer to Verrucht and Voc.
Verrucht says loudly in an urbane voice, "Vika has been called to serve as a Knight of Cyrene. Who
will speak for her?"
Roselyn steps forward, "I think Vika has done a wonderful job at her tasks, she met each one with
all her energy and then some. It's not a lie to say I went harder on her than anyone else and she
rose to each occasion spectacularly."
Verrucht nods as Roselyn speaks.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "As the result of your efforts and in response to the
wishes of your peers, you have been called to serve the Heart of the Vashnars. To be a Knight is to
be a servant of the people, one that places the city of Cyrene and Her citizens above all else. It
requires that you walk a higher path, demanding much and rewarding little, save for the satisfaction
in a duty well-fulfilled."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "Please kneel and recite this oath to your people."
Vika gives a single nod, falling to one knee and looking to Verrucht.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I hereby swear fealty to the city of Cyrene. In all things,
in all ways, the city of Cyrene and my service to Her will come foremost."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I hearby swear fealty to the city of Cyrene. In all things, in all
ways, the city of Cyrene and my service to Her will come foremost."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I will keep the Ethos of Cyrene and the Order of Thurisaz.
I will strive to do what is right and just, to place character above wealth, to be faithful to my
comrades, and to speak truth. In all things may Cyrene depend on me, for duty, humility, and service
govern the path I walk."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I will keep the Ethos of Cyrene and the Order of Thurisaz. I will
strive to do what is right and just, to place character above wealth, to be faithful to my comrades,
and to speak truth. In all things may Cyrene depend on me, for duty, humility, and service govern
the path I walk."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I will keep my blades honed and sharp, to better defend
those who cannot defend themselves. The lifeblood of Cyrene is Her citizens and always will I be at
their side in need. In peace and war, I will be the sword upon which Cyrene's enemies fall."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I will keep my blades honed and sharp, to better defend those who
cannot defend themselves. The lifeblood of Cyrene is Her citizens annd always will I be at their
side in need. In peace and war, I will be the sword upon which Cyrene's enemies fall."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "So swear I, Vika, upon my life and my soul."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "So swear I, Vika, upon my life and my soul."
Verrucht smiles softly.
The Sword of Riparium rings out brightly as Verrucht rapidly draws it from a shark-leather scabbard
lined with opals.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "Bear these blows and no others."
Moving with a fluid grace, Verrucht gently taps you on the left shoulder with the flat of the blade
and states, "In remembrance of oaths sworn and received."
Lifting the sword up briefly, Verrucht taps you on the right shoulder a bit more firmly as he states,
"In remembrance of duty and obligations."
Verrucht says happily in an urbane voice, "Rise as a new sister in an honoured order of Knights,
You will now be known as Dame Vika Desmijr, by order of Sir Verrucht Dawyn, Hand of Neraeos.
Voc beams broadly.
Vika stands up, unable to hold back her smile.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "This is where you all cheer."
Voc gives you a respectful salute.
Niyah cheers wildly!
Dochitha says in a clear voice, "Dame Vika!"
Roselie gives you a wild cheer!
Siduri gives you a wild cheer!
Dochitha cheers wildly!
Easo cheers wildly!
Onofor cheers wildly!
Aereidhna gives an enthusiastic "Huzzah!" at the top of her voice, pumping her arms in the air.
Dyamond cheers wildly!
Kayeil cheers wildly!
Perl cheers wildly!
Laedha gives you a wild cheer!
Kythra gives you a wild cheer!
Zazi stands up.
Zazi applauds you heartily.
Aivilyn cheers wildly!
Voc says in a gruff, baritone voice, "Well done, Dame Vika."
Armali gives you a wild cheer!
Auria cheers wildly!
Kaden nods his head emphatically.
Shirszae smiles warmly and applauds you.
Niyah applauds you heartily.
Aereidhna tells you, "You are such an inspiration! Thank you for all your hard work."
Pythagoras cheers wildly!
Eril gives you a respectful salute.
Roselyn smiles brightly at you.
You happily tell Aereidhna, "Thank you!"
Tarvius says in a clear voice, "Congratulations."
Keorin offers a happy round of applause.
Melodie offers a warm round of applause for you.
(Cyrene): Roselie says, "All our respect and love to our newest Dame, Vika!"
You feel a sudden burning sear through your arm. Motes of light waver into view before settling into
sacred tritonic passages, a sign of the Thalassan God-King's approval.
(svof): Your max health increased by 315h/6% to 5460.
(Cyrene): Aereidhna says, "Huzzah to Dame Vika!"
Siduri throws her hat in the air before nimbly catching it.
(Cyrene): Perl says, "Huzzah!"
A festive explosion of chimes extols gaily from the clock tower, as melodious carillon bells play a
Cyrenian folk tune of celebration.
Vika wipes the tears from her eyes, giving a smile towards everyone gathered.
(Cyrene): Auria says, "Huzzah!"
Roselie gives you a compassionate hug.
Aereidhna's face lights up with joy as she beams at you.
Neraeos, God of the Sea says to you, "Wear it with Pride."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "Thank you everyone."
Roselyn tells you, "I'm proud of you, truly. You did so well without much guidance and are simply
Roselie's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
You say to Neraeos in a soft-spoken voice, "Thank you, Lord."
Aivilyn flashes you a joyous smile.
Armali exclaims with an aristocratic, Hashani accent, "Here here!"
(Cyrene): Aivilyn says, "Congrats!"
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "In the Paladins, we would shout something about Evil having
something to fear with a new Paladin Knight."
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "I think in Cyrene, a lack of shouting is entirely appropriate."
"Heh heh heh," Aereidhna chuckles.
Eril chuckles long and heartily.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "However, those who come to do us harm, will find Dame Vika
Herev says in a quiet, passionate voice, "Iloisee."
Iloisee nods to Bimsly.
Iloisee smiles and says to Bimsly in a quiet, passionate voice, "I'll be okay."
Herev wrinkles his nose, eyes watering.
Bimsly nods his head emphatically.
Herev covers his mouth and sneezes.
Herev says, "Damn indigo fields."
Bimsly says in a rough, guttural voice, "I just be over there."
Iloisee says, "Oh, right... should we move?"
Herev sniffs sharply.
Bimsly points west.
Herev says, "No, I'm fine."
Bimsly leaves to the west.
Herev creases his brow in a frown.
Iloisee rubs her arm awkwardly, glancing around.
Herev sniffs sharply and glances downward, a shadow across his face.
Sinking gracefully within the sky, the silvery moon concedes to the approaching dawn and a brush of aurulent light spreads over the land.
Herev says, "It is dawn."
Iloisee stares implacably at Herev.
Herev kneels in the direction of the rising sun. He adjusts the ragged remnant of a silk blindfold around his wrist, before pressing his forehead against the ground.
Herev chants, "Hail Righteous Fire! Hail Resplendent Light! Burn within me! Shine upon me!"
Herev nods to himself and rises to his feet, prepared to serve Them anew.
Milabar arrives from the east.
Iloisee coughs softly.
Iloisee says, "Are you sure you don't want to move?"
Herev coughs and subtly wipes his red nose on his cape.
Herev says, "I'm fine."
Iloisee nods her head at Herev.
Milabar stands quietly, crossing his arms and standing behind Herev a bit.
A shadow falls over Herev's countenance as he furrows his brow.
Herev looks up, bleary eyed, and stares at Milabar.
Iloisee says, "I refuse to acknowledge that I am an enemy of the Bloodsworn."
Herev says, "Then I'll say it. You are."
Iloisee says, "For my faith in Them has not faltered."
Herev says, "Good. Believe in Them all you want. You are not Theirs."
Iloisee shrugs slightly, biting her lip and narrowing her eyes.
Iloisee says, "I suppose you speak for Them."
Herev says to Milabar, "I should speak with my daughter alone."
Milabar says in a soft, passionate voice, "Why, what you have to say to her, is the same for me, do you not think?"
Herev says, "No."
Herev says, "There is a fundamental difference between one who serves Them and dwells outside Their sacred walls, and one who is Their enemy."
Milabar says in a soft, passionate voice, "You have to be Targossian to be one of Theirs, otherwise you are no longer worthy of Their attention. That is the basic key to Targossas."
Herev says to Milabar, "And even if I felt the same about both of you, it would be right for me to sp...sp..spe."
Herev coughs softly.
Milabar says in a soft, passionate voice, "Enjoy your conversation."
Herev says, "Speak to my daughter alone."
Milabar says in a soft, passionate voice, "Duanathar."
Milabar is swiftly carried into the skies and out of sight by wings of a celestial phoenix.
Iloisee nods her head emphatically.
Herev says to you, "Do you have some explanation? Something I can grasp with my hands? Some way for me to see you as something besides the muck that the Bloodsworn cast out?"
Herev gives a pained sigh.
Herev says, "Tell me something Redemptive."
Herev glances at Iloisee, pleadingly.
Iloisee turns her gaze from Herev's, frowning.
Iloisee says, "For starters, the Bloodsworn did not cast me out."
Iloisee says, "The Prophet did, for reasons entirely to do with mortal foibles."
Herev says, "You never did understand the co-co---."
Herev says, "--nnection between the two."
Iloisee says, "I understand what I am meant to believe, and I cannot believe it."
Iloisee says, "But the effect is the same."
Iloisee looks at Herev and sighs wearily.
Herev sniffs sharply, and produces a gold handkerchief from the folds of his robes.
Iloisee says, "What have you heard regarding the events leading to my outcasting?"
Herev blows his nose.
Herev says, "Nothing."
Iloisee suppresses a grimace.
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Herev says, "You realize that you effectively proselytized against the Bloodsworn to a heretic? The opp--."
Herev says, "--pposite of Deliverance?"
Iloisee says, "The Bloodsworn deserve better representatives than what Targossas gives Them."
Iloisee nods slowly, realisation flashing across her face.
Herev says, "The Bloodsworn handpicked those who serve Them. I suspect They know what They want better than you do."
Herev stands taller, eyes blazing, nose running.
Herev says, "Lord Deucalion personally selected each Lumarch."
Herev says, "Lord Deucalion personally chose Prophet Mezghar to carry out His justice."
Herev sneezes violently, but continues talking.
Herev says, "My daughter is not only a traitor, and one who convinces the stray to go further astray."
Iloisee rubs Herev's spittle off of her face.
Herev says, "My daughter knows better than Lord Deucalion Himself."
Herev says, "The Bloodsworn deserve better representatives..."
Herev shakes his head.
Raising her face defiantly to meet Herev's eyes, Iloisee says, "They hand-picked you few, and then what?"
Iloisee says, "Who do They guide? Who do They watch? What feedback do They give?"
Herev says, "Their gaze never departs from Their city."
Iloisee says, "I do not feel the presence of the Bloodsworn in Targossas. Targossas feels abandoned."
Iloisee says, "And I see mortals making decisions that impact the paths of all Their devout."
Herev whispers, "It is no surprise that you do not feel it."
Iloisee says, "Do you recall Donotello?"
Iloisee tilts her head curiously at Herev.
Herev says, "We are speaking about you. Not Donotello."
Iloisee says, "Good, let us speak how those with fates like Donotello convinces me that Targossas is not led by the Bloodsworn any longer."
Herev glares angrily at you.
Herev says, "The Bloodsworn deserve better citizens. Which is why Their representatives cast out those who are not worthy to stand before Them. Those who cannot keep their hands and bodies off...married, no less?...Hashani cretins like Veilios. Those who, instead of carrying Their message to the heretics, give the heretics more reason to hate us."
Iloisee says, "A novice cast out on a whim, in the heat of anger, for some trite reason, and who has chosen to sleep the long sleep."
Herev says, "Let us not talk of novices and their sleep. Let us talk of something worse than a heretic. One who empowers heretics."
His mood noticeably darkening, Herev glowers sullenly at his surroundings.
Iloisee says, "Each of you empowers the heretics yourselves, each time you dismiss others, demean them."
Herev says, "An easy claim to make."
Iloisee says, "You don't interact outside your ivory walls."
Iloisee says, "I do, and I hear plenty of this already."
Iloisee says, "I don't need to inspire them, you give them plenty of material."
Herev says, "Perhaps you hear it because you bring it about in the first place."
Iloisee shakes her head.
Herev says, "A malcontent who complains and spouts bits of heresy, curiously finds herself surrounded by complaining heretics."
Iloisee says, "I have always been eager to discuss the theology and promise of Light with others."
Iloisee says, "And you know this, because you saw me step into hostility to discuss the failings of Chaos."
Herev says, "I saw you crumble before a bunch of amateurs."
Herev says, "You and the other silly fools, talking in half philosphies about perceived slights."
Hurt flashes across Iloisee's face before she narrows her eyes at Herev.
Herev says, "Petty little people. You walk among them. Occasionally sleep with them."
Iloisee says, "So you are a liar."
Herev says, "I was proud of your initiative. Your performance left much to be desired."
Iloisee drops her gaze and takes a shaky breath.
Iloisee says, "My performance?"
Herev says, "I have nothing left to be proud of. I raised something worse than that which we fight. An enemy who does not even know enough to know what she is breaking."
Iloisee raises her eyes to Herev's.
Herev shivers deeply, between a half sneeze.
Iloisee says, "You had nothing to be proud of, to begin with. What I learned of Good's enemies I learned from others. You have spoken nothing but circles around me in between your absences."
Iloisee says, "I sincerely hope you do not feel responsible for my state, because you were responsible for none of what came before, either."
Herev says, "I am certain your grandfather agrees."
Iloisee says, "And you can pretend at integrity all you wish."
Iloisee says, "But you housefavoured and cityfavoured me for what I did at Anost."
Iloisee says, "And now you call it crumbling."
Iloisee says, "Look deep within and tell me you sincerely believe you have been truthful in both situations."
Herev says, "But no, I take no responsibility for you, nor bear any relation to this disappointing, half-developed mind that flutters before me in a field of indigo. My Iloisee, who stood at Anost--amateur, but proud--is dead."
Iloisee says, "If that is Truth, then even the Light is fled."
Herev says, "I mourn my daughter. And hate whatever...this...is."
Iloisee tilts her head at Herev, narrow-eyed, and takes in the sight of him.
Iloisee says, "It's funny, because this is the most familiar way for you to be with me."
Herev says, "We are quite finished here."
Ilosiee tilts her head curiously at Herev.
Iloisee says, "You lie to yourself even now, compartmentalising in a magnificent way."
Herev wipes a tear from the corner of his eye, and turns east.
Iloisee says softly, "I pray that the voice of Aurora find you before you are too far gone."
Mezghar being serious? Next you'll show a log with Issam doing an emote.
Mezghar being serious? Next you'll show a log with Issam doing an emote.
Dammit, if only I hadn't lost that wedding log...