T3/r7/2013-04-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Alcor: campa
T3/r7/2013-04-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Alcor: miss
T3/r7/2013-04-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel begins to write the Bill of Rights.
T3/r7/2013-04-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: Long days and pleasant nights.
T3/r7/2013-04-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: Mornings full of headaches, evening full of beer.
T3/r7/2013-04-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zirikki: r
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dizzyworm: A/S/L please!
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zezamay forces a gag into Dizzyworm's mouth.  Ahhh, blessed quiet.
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dizzyworm: but i wanna get it on :(
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zezamay: s.a faulty
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dizzyworm: seriously, we need a channel to get it on in public
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dizzyworm: why are you sitting on level 69?
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zezamay: why not?
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dizzyworm: too much sausage on this mud, thats why
T3/r7/2013-04-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zezamay :(
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: This chan needs a good leader.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel grumbles at the disturbance in the room.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: (sets down his bag of aardwolf, and lights his aardpipe.)
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan anticipates a great tale.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: There's no smoking here, sir.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: rp not rl
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) Dfury rolls 5 dice with 10 sides each - total dice roll is 23.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: I understand.  You are in my room, you will conform to my only room of no smoking.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: rule*
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: pffft
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: Twas a mistly night, full of terrors when I was born. The child of human and wolf. I was sold into slavery to the olde world carvinal, and amused travllers as the wolf faced boy.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel snickers softly.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: But, in my escape have i gained anything if i can't smoke my pipeweed in peace?
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: The tale of your mother bedding a wolf would be enough a story for me.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: It's more common than you think. I've seen a lot of Wolfen running around here.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: A waste of food and life, if you ask me.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan purs himself some ale.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: I think the Wolf Pup needs some scrap, Sir Thorzan.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: But better save it for the pigs and chickens.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) [Outlaw] Remarto: Just dont get it drunk.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty growls at Queen Bee Noegel.  Better leave the room before the fighting starts.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel laughs at Fawlty.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: How does a filthy Giant make such fun of another?
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty carefully sniffs Remarto's butt, as dogs are prone to do.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: Omg , just don't lick pleeeeeeaaaase.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: I don't make fun, I state the facts, little man.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Humbler: little man?
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: Is he really licking his balls in front of all of us?
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) [Outlaw] Remarto: nope, just you
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: Excuse me, Humbler, little boy.  Thorzan is hardly the height of a baby.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty looks up at the humongous, beastly Noegel, obviously intimidated, and wimpers a bit as he retreats to a corner and begins licking himself.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: Such pathetic beasts.  It amazes me that you tolerate them in your place of establishment.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: It would be lewd if one of you hairless freaks did it. Among my people, it's considered good grooming.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: As is eating garbage and fucking pigs, I'm sure.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel grunts at her own joke.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty: Better to fuck a pig, than look and grunt like one.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fawlty sneers at Noegel, but is ready to retreat.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel stands up, stretching her body and showing off her full 10" frame.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: 10'
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oladon: Watch your language on public channels.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: Maybe someones can write a quest and we can all donate to the reward.  Something more that just killing amob.
T3/r7/2013-04-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) [Outlaw] Remarto: treasure hunt?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: is this channel still dead?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: yes
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: type roleplay -h
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: feel like some roleplay?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: Can't say bad words on this channel
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: And no, I'm about to take off
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: quit laughing at me. I'll zap you with something uncomfortable across your face -holds out my fleshly wand-
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner steps between Queen Bee Noegel and the danger without a thought to his own safety.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mistress Fearlis: watchout she'll bite it
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: i hope its not contagous. Don't want you pulling a flesh wand out on me too.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: how do you emote on the channels anyway?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia emote tests this command out
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Rakharo: you use a : followed by your emote.. like :smiles happily.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia  tests this command out 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia nods his head gracefully twice with a lupin grin. Better back away, those teeth look inhumanely sharp
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner smiles happily at a chicken
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner bites a chicken. mmmm tasty feathers
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia takes out a precious vial formerly tucked in a rogue-ish way into his belt line. He handles it with the acquity and reverence a priest has for a holy relic... His eyes level with the vial's slim semi transparent body, while with the concentration he sheds, his mind seemingly appears to be at one with the restless fluids inside.. He stares as though he was making eye contact with his own offspring. The fluids settle, become timid and its level smooths out
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay): what's a rogue-ish way to tuck a vial into your belt line?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner rips away magusTiberia's vial and quickly chugs it
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: the way a thief would
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner burps loudly
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner suddenly turns into a cow.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: Hail citizens! Why dost thou stand here in such a... roguish fashion!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert peers intently at MagusTiberia.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vost: Regard yonder rogue! Arrest him!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: Alack! A rogue you say! Well I, brave Sir Cuthbert shall stop their villainy with mine enchanted sword, Bzzzurarab.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia 's eyes narrow intently, his left hand slowly reaches to the hilt of his dagger, belted at the left of his waistline.. A crow is heard somewhere close and a tumbleweed patiently rolls by in the background.. 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) 'Gadzooks!' cries GraySong Gregor. 'How arst thee today, mine good lord?'. The room goes quiet.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mt. Craigath: A patient tumbleweed? Its like you're using a madlibs.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Rakharo thinks that tumbleweed is less patient than is thought, as a whistling wind accompanies it's passage.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner tackles the the tumbleweed, forces it to the ground, and bravely stabs it repeated with a rusty letter opener
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: its novelia!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: what is madlibs anyway? I don't get american jargon
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia rises to his feet.. This is never a good sign...
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay): mad libs is a set of funny storybooks which leave off words in a fill-in-the-blank...a _____ (color) box with a _____ (noun) inside, etc
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: oh, right
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay): one guy looks over the page just asking for the (color), (noun), etc. filling in the blanks, then reads the story aloud to everyone
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: says a few words over the mutilated corpse of the tumbleweed
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: with incredible dexterity :'s arm stretched out to his rear.. A whizzing sound cuts through the air and before Elaisse reacts, a hint a silver flashes past her face, and split seconds later, a silver dagger pegged into a wooden pillar to her left
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: I lunge with my mighty sword and cleave the rogue's head in two. Like rotten cantalope his brain splatters on the cobblestone. "Ah ha!" I am the bestest sword guy in all medieveal.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: her eyes slowly cut the left before forcing her head to follow suit. A hairs breath to her left, embedded in the pillar is a silver dagger. Where it came from she knows not...more importantly...why?
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: Now provide me my victory wenches!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert slaps MagusTiberia.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner goes on craigslist to order some wenches
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: gently captures her bottom lip between her teeth.. cantelope innards lie spilled upon the ground. Some dullard has lost his wits and lay seige to the fruit stand
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: Craig's List? I know not of his list, but Craig was a vile knave! I have not seen his like before... save for in my morning chamberpot! Guffaw!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner sees elaisse exploring the kingdom and offers his company
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: smiles softly to the kind offer and accepts
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner leaps into the air in slow motion high fiving the sky in happiness
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia makes a successful reflex save (10+7+5+2= 24) and catches cuth's incoming sword sandwiched neatly between his two palms. He tries to snap the sword with a strength check, but fails and instead incantates an outlandish spell.. The vibrations of his words is like a disord of notes, reminescent of an northern forge hammer meeting steel.. Soon cuth's sword started to fracture down the grain line, then cracklines followed, tearing through the metal which the magus could split with ease, (sword's vulnerability +10 vs all impact).. The magus smirks victoriously, using a shard of the former sword to pick his teeth with
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner stops at a nearby food vender to buy to donuts. however they only sell mutton and sandwiches. w
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner walks away from the store casualy as it explodes
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: simply adores mutton sammiches and smiles sweetly at Slawner
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner sits down for a picnic with elaisse on the ashes of the destroyed store
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: offers Slawner a bite of her sammich
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner devours the entire sammich in a single bite and burps rudly in elaisse's face
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia turns around.. He suddenly became aware of the vendor's destruction, the fiery fate it had succumbed to. A hint of pity could almost be seen in the way he frowned, but apathetically he shrugged.. His heard was galloping quick still, from the close encounter he had with the sword and he decides to pad onward, casually watching the lain ash, and the gray residue still fickle in the air
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: Alarm! The oxen have escaped! They have gored the mayor and come this way. FLEE!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: blinks in shock in the face of such rudeness, she never did understand the concept. Making polite excuses, she extracts herself from the picnic. 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner snaps his mystical fingers and the trees burst into flames as he cackles with delight at the display
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia his wolf ears peak up and his muzzle raises towards the heavens with his eyes closing, sampling the air.. He smells the freshblood of oxen on its way, but with great speed.. The faint tremors under his footpads betrays just as much.. Unrest settles within him as he lowers his face, weighing his options out... Time it seems, was no ally of him now 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Rakharo gallops passed and grins as he flicks his axe out, tripping Slawner.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner looks around baffled as he realizes elaisse is no longer there
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner whistles sharply. a VERY large panther with a saddle on its back appears
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner rides into the sunset
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia approaches the madame known as Elaisse, a lady he knows from no wind nor direction.. Being the wolfen he is, he, in a way, feels like the uncough beast. He knows the way of the hunt, and that was enough to sustain him since his days as a pup as far as he can remember.. He pauses, uncertain, and dares himself forward.. His hands shyly collected at his back and quietly he presented himself forth to the lady.. A wolfish scent clung to him, his matted fur was still fresh with hints of his 2-day old prey. This didn't seem to bother him. In fact, he was barely aware of it, for blood in his tribe of old before his cosmopolitan days, always meant good fortune.. "hello miss" he attempted with a squat voice, lowering his head somewhat
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert: A number of lusty oxen come barreling down the street, bloodlust flared by their prior buffet of Mayor McGruddle. They trample over several villagers as they charge towards you, run!
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner sends his panther after the oxen, no longer worrying about what to feed it
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: pauses in her exploration of this new land to gaze curiously at the *boy* wolf ...she has never beheld such a sight. The boy seemed to need a bath in the worst way, yet she offered a kind smile, the small gestures were not lost on her.She dipped into a curtsey as she greeted him in return,"Good day to you..." a faint blush stained her cheeks for she knew not how she was to address him? Not a man nor a beast? She was out of her element though her smile remained in place.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia having heard the miss' voice, he did swallow deeply, steeling his will and looked up.. The unfurred kind at such closer distances almost looked incredibly delicious in their own mouth watering ways. Although his beast instincts was evident in the hints of teeth flaring from his muzzle accompanied with the soft snarling, he did well to refrain and approached a few steps closer, offering the miss a slight, brief incline of his posture.. "They say one tastes divine when one is at the peak of one's nerves.." he said.. His opalescent eyes with their soft hazel hues, rose to regard her.. "if this was true" he continued, with a silly grin "then i would be an angel le appetite" .. He looked down, unsettling the ground with pawing from his foot.. His tail was whisking slowly too
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel dies.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner dives into a lake to avoid the awkward situation
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: more than a bit unsettled by the brief flash of piercingly sharp teeth and his gaze so penetrating she felt like the holiday turkey dressed and lying in wait upon the family heirloom platter. Her musings interrupted as he speaks again...interesting, so shy and in actions yet, so bold and ...something more in his gaze before he dropped it to the ground. Was he speaking of eating her...or of she eating him? Perhaps if the jester had not eaten her sammich she wouldnt be so focused on food? Say something! The silence unnerved her, "I..." How does one reply to such a statment? With ketchup? "I...:"she tried again, " ... how nice.I am sue you do" She smiled stupidly. 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Saint Cuthbert slaps Elaisse.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner: arrives through a dark portal on his trusty panther and pulls elaisse onboard behind him as the panther rushed them away from the big scary wolf
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner drops a pie behind him, a parting gift for mr.wolf
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner looks at the sky as the clouds part and light shines down from the heavons
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) St Namolloh descends from the above, hitting the ground hard enough to leave a crater. The voice of Snooky can be heard saying, 'Here is my disciple I deliver unto you. Now be free my children.'
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia : unbeknownst to others perhaps but not his kind, her emotions were partially evident in her eyes.. This he would see as he made eye contact again, right when she uttered her last phrase.. His inborn canine instincts comes alive again, like ivy growth veining itself up a brick wall.. Her uncertainty lended him confidence... He then slowly started to circle her, pad after the next printed his paw signitures into the dirt, in a trail leading to her rear, where he stood halted.. He peered over, taking a slow whiff of the left of her neck nape.. "interesting.." he said, and veered backwards, keeping his rational poise with extra care.. Increased breathing was also evident at the threshold of audibility.. "not all meals are deserved with a fork and knife, madame..." he closed his eyes, continuing, "some is served in mouthfulls, others require a more ...practical approach.." and by now, he grinned, opening his eyes.. His index nail had started scraping along her neck
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner sends his messanger owl to inform the savage wolf that he has already taken the lady elaisse away and he should stop playing with his illusions
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: hmph
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: ohdear...things had taken a decidely bad turn. She was without doubt now, the wolf did indeed mean to have her and she was not referring to the carnal sense. A visable shiver ran down her spine under his touch. Running would do her no good for she knew the chase was half the fun to some. Instead she gathered her bravado and turned to face him. Her chin lifted a notch, her tone sharp to hide the underlying fear "I do not know who you are used to addressing Sir, but I will have you know if you mean to harm me you will find yourself in a bad way indeed!" A bad way? She ractically groaned at her own words. Yet she managed to cross her arms over her chest and look as formiable as possible.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner put elaisse on his panther AGAIN and rides off with her away from the furry beast
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Thorzan: (I like reading.)
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner gets tired of the ladys nagging,pushes her off his panther,ties her to the nearest tree useing only the finest quality string, and waves goodbye cheerfuly
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia her sudden rotation had his nerve ends jump, but nothing he couldn't circumvent.. He backed one step away, digressing, with his hands collecting behind his back as was his fashion whenever uncertaintly came upon him.. It was as though he toggled to another split half of his persona. The opportunistic fiend gave way to the young, civil wolf.. "forgive me madame" was the words that barely rasped over the edges of his teeth.. His head lowered, and perhaps slowly the post-implications of his (mis)deeds started churning through his mind. His eyes narrowed, not defensively but rather, out of a disgust for the one force he knew he could never escape - who and what he is, what he so constantly wards away. He is half civil and half... something else he cares not to remember now... He looked up, more earnest now and slowly turned around, gazing to the left so that his left eye can see the madame. "harm comes in many shapes madame.." then looked down, unsure.. "the worst of us know the -c-
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner uses his powers if inviciblity to scare small children. OOO oooo OOO im a GHOST oooOOOOoo
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: "the worst of us know the best of it" he said rather plainly. "i of course, meant no harm" his nostrils flared, taking in the reach olfactory kitchen alive inbetween them. "there is much to me, much which, a scroll and quill cannot translate, much less spoken word" .. He turned around, hopefully glancing at her. "i trust madame wouldn't be ..unnerved by who and what i am." and he sized her up, as though he was seeing what self of him mirrored in her, that perhaps she could understand. 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elaisse: what an abrupt turn around! She acutally glanced about herself to be sure no other stood near. For surely it could not be this shy docile almost humble ..child...who stood before her? Not the wolf who threatned her but moments ago? 
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Joplin: (hey)
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Slawner: hello sir
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bigbro says, 'YO!' and high-fives thin air.
T3/r7/2013-04-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) St Namolloh crawls from his crater, and stands at its edge, taking in the scenery. Clothed in a pure white robe, he starts his journey in search for disciples to accompany him on his spiritual walk.
T3/r7/2013-04-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Joplin: (hello?)
T3/r7/2013-04-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: anyone for roleplay ?
T3/r7/2013-04-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) 'Gadzooks!' cries GraySong Gregor. 'How arst thee today, mine good lord?'. The room goes quiet.
T3/r7/2013-04-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: with hastened steps, the blades of knee-length grass yields noisily out in his path.. He was hot on the trail, his wolfen sense of smell would not betray him this... Behind a treeline he took refuge, the coarse bark he can feel against his back.. He peeked out right, and there the quarry was- spotted gray fawn. It gazed around, alerted, its dark liquid eyes were almost spring-loaded, just waiting for the most fickle movement behind him, to spark a rapid flee..
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) St Namolloh the Disciple of Snooky, continued his walk of faith. Where he was headed, he did not know, only that he could sense the Hivemind getting closer with every step. Finally Namolloh came to the gates of the Grand City of Aylor. The Hive within the city was so great that it caused the hair of his wolfen fur to stand on end. Namolloh let out a soft growl of disgust, but entered the gates to continue his search for fellow disciples.
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia had in the meanwhile been casually observing the flow of traffic.. Left and right they went, man and woman by profession.. Some have vigor and confidence about them of demi gods who've lived through a few lives and others, still whelps, learnt the ropes still.. The sociology of aylor was a particularly interesting one, he thought casually, noting one of his kind, a priest or cleric of some sort passing by.. He declined to the shadows, and went onto his haunches, out of sight, collecting his leather backpack like a man who felt the call of the wind under him, but was hesitant to follow, merely having his things ready, should he feel the compulsion to follow the man
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Captain HR Vakieh: a good roleplay is a short roleplay
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: relatively speaking
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) MagusTiberia rolls 1 dice with 20 sides each - total dice roll is 12.
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) GraySong Gregor rolls 4968 dice with 1 sides each - total dice roll is 4968.
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) GraySong Gregor rolls 1 dice with 6 sides each - total dice roll is 5.
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) GraySong Gregor: should be die not dice
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: 1 6
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia: dice 1 6
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) MagusTiberia rolls 1 dice with 6 sides each - total dice roll is 6.
T3/r7/2013-04-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MagusTiberia  adds 6 + 3 (str modifier) +2 (dagger focus feat) +2 (dagger enchantment) dealing 13 damage