T3/r2/2011-01-01.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) GreatWizard: hey
T3/r2/2011-01-02.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Crnogorac: bald
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius walks across the frozen field, absent of life, the ground covered in a hard frost. The sound of his footsteps being that of sizzling earth rather than crushing ice. Black charred footprints in his wake rise up with smoke and steam as the embers die out. His black wings hang above him like an aura of burden, or perhaps a watchful guardian. His face lost deep within a pitch black hood, he simply trudges on nothing but his dark brooding thoughts to keep him company.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius stands in the center of the field of dead grasses and silent reverence to the winter that has ravaged the lands for miles around. He pulls a vial from within his death-black shrouds and removes a small cork stopper from the top. He begins drawing a circle all around his form and figure with the collected blood of his enemies. He forms a star within the circle, the primary point facing north. He replaces the cork on the vial and places back into the folds of his robe.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Incredible Iceman eats pizza.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ohm: a circle of protection should never be done in blood
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kanmuru Kirua: needs salt
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnica: Arnica climbs a nearby tree and collects a few sprigs from the mistletoe. He weaves them into a tight circlet, wears it on his left wrist and drifts lightly to the ground.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius creates five small flames to swirl around between the palms of his hands and passes them around to the points of the star, hovering just above the earth. The darkness of each flame seems to draw the already dim light surrounding him into itself. Silent words fill the still air as he beings to chant in otherworldly tones. His wings flutter gently as if something had disturbed them. His hands, white, almost skeletal, pass into the arms of opposite sleeves as his wings open wide and his head lowers into bowed reverence.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) 'Gadzooks!' cries Someone Semoene. 'How arst thee today, mine good lord?'. The room goes quiet.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius draws an athame from within the sleeve of his robe and holds it to the sky, still chanting in that haunting voice, something akin to the wind carrying the whispers of a thousand souls from somewhere far away. Without so much as a pause, he directs the blade's point to the earth below him. His words seem to quicken, to grow in strength to an audible murmur of sound.
T3/r2/2011-01-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius holds the blade out in front of him, the tip pointing to the south. His words begin to form more clearly as his voice seems to rise to a booming echo. The black flames around the circle begin to swirl around him, bobbing and weaving to the rise and fall of his voice. Suddenly the air goes still and quiet as he plunges the blade deep into his chest. The flames erupt simultaneously into a flare of pure black, a void in the world of light. A sudden jolt, like thunder without sound, and a moment later he is no more, a swirl of shadow passing up into the cold winter air, the circle of blood at his feet now a ring of tiny white flowers.
T3/r2/2011-01-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Save a Rezit: Happy new Year!
T3/r2/2011-01-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Maxson: few days too late man
T3/r2/2011-01-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tutal: that's the result of one really kickin' party. mmhmm!
T3/r2/2011-01-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Riddim: whip
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vyxine: We three Kings travel from afar
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Cruella de Purr: HAIL GOOD ADVENTURER
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Save a Rezit: Good hails to you, Purr!
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vyxine: noble sir, are thy goin' to bash a poor mercenary werewolf?
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) 'Hey nonny nonny', spake Someone Semoene, brow sweating with the effort of RP, 'Save a Rezit's connection doth lag badly. Dude.'
T3/r2/2011-01-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vyxine: hmmm, last time thee rped here, thee got bashed all day buy non rpers
T3/r2/2011-01-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnit: Hello?
T3/r2/2011-01-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kickass Hype: what do you want little one
T3/r2/2011-01-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Riddim: HOW ARE THINE DAYS
T3/r2/2011-01-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mael: no u
T3/r2/2011-01-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnit: Just looking around... trying to make a friend or two.
T3/r2/2011-01-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Griven: check
T3/r2/2011-01-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Griven: check
T3/r2/2011-01-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Someone Semoene has defeated the Cerulean Nautilus!
T3/r2/2011-01-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Your eyes bulge at the sight of Kathie Lee Nibbly peeling her clothes away in front of your eyes.
T3/r2/2011-01-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) 'Gadzooks!' cries Serene. 'How arst thee today, mine good lord?'. The room goes quiet.
T3/r2/2011-01-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ol' Dirty Fiendish: you said arst
T3/r2/2011-01-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Shortboat Vega: Arse!
T3/r2/2011-01-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tenlorn: verily!
T3/r2/2011-01-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Crnogorac: pap
T3/r2/2011-01-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) BobTheGreat: whats the purpose of this channel again?
T3/r2/2011-01-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) <awesome> Ohm: sexytime
T3/r2/2011-01-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Seltsimees Dagnir puts on his robe and wizard hat.
T3/r2/2011-01-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nimwitt: yo
T3/r2/2011-01-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnica goes ooOOooOOoo.
T3/r2/2011-01-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grae: .
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Maskerade: hey
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nimwitt nods.
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Maskerade: does anyone else watch this channel
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Maskerade: anyone
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Imaginary Wissie: obviously not
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Maskerade: then y is it here
T3/r2/2011-01-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Volstagg: cov
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: anyone on this channel respond
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Howling GhostWind: nope
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kanmuru Kirua: forsooth, it is but forgotten
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: y dnt people chat on this channel
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nimwitt: dont know
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lazy Shark Morinon: Avaunt, thou dost mangle the Queen's good English.
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dispel Majic: The old biddy can mangle her own English.
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: doest thou dare talk to the giant
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lazy Shark Morinon: Basically, because this isn't an RP mud and enough people like to troll.
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: any maidens need a hero
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dispel Majic: rofl rofl rofl
T3/r2/2011-01-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: maidens i am darth vader
T3/r2/2011-01-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: me giant me squash bunny rabbit
T3/r2/2011-01-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: me want prety princess
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Le do, lo  Shakia: I sure wish we had some brave knight to warcry for fine maidens, while slaying dragons with his mighty Aylorian Dirk right now.
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Le do, lo  Shakia peers intently at Skullcrush.
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Seltsimees Dagnir puts on his robe and wizard hat.
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TrEz: I can show you my 10 inch Aylorian staff
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Abandonhope: only a dirk? you are easily pleased
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Skullcrush: wat u lukin at shakia
T3/r2/2011-01-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Juxtaposed Jexebelle wuv Seltsimees Dagnir. Aww, how coot.
T3/r2/2011-01-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) BobTheGreat: hi
T3/r2/2011-01-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) BobTheGreat: What's this channel for>
T3/r2/2011-01-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) BobTheGreat: >=?