T3/r7/2014-08-01.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Davent: Greetings. Would anyone like to share a drink with a tired fellow in the bar? T3/r7/2014-08-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnica: A cry goes up, alone at first, then is joined by one or two. It builds a bit throughout the land, as voices join the call. Justice! Justice! JUSTICE!! T3/r7/2014-08-03.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Arnica picks some wild parsley and rosemary sprigs, as justice is served T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja plays the violin. T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) You are splashed with blood from Devout Duvala as his skin is slowly peeled away by Norja. T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja: Oops that might have been a accident. T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja: Hey Joshy! T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja: I did it again! T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala goes, "Heh." T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja: Clean this up will ya! T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala grabs his flesh, "I'll be taking that back now!" T3/r7/2014-08-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja keeps playing her violin. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina wanders into the pub, attempting to sit down elegantly. Instead, she slips on her own cloak, and lands on her bottom next the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kalaya: whoops T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, well. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello there pretty lady. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I can drink beer from down here, too T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks up to Kalaya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs Kalaya's hand. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kisses Kalaya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points up. "There are rooms up there for privacy, you know." she says, before unsteadily getting to her feet. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is my wife. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kalaya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Nice to meet you, Kalaya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: How come I haven't seen you around the pub before? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is new around here. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina nods. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, help yourself to a pint. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kalaya: thanks T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out a stool for his beloved wife. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grabs a huge glass, shoving it under a keg. She brings the full glass to her lips, beer splashing all around her. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kalaya: thanks, i'm fine T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hungry? Kitchen should be open still. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Where's that Duvala man... he normally makes the food here. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Look at the time...We gotta go. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: See you later. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kalaya: thanks, nice meeting you T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Enjoy yer day then. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya enters the pub drunk. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Welcome back, sir Irya. Where's your lovely wife? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya barely walks up to the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Huh? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: your wife, Sir, where is she? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina looks around, as if Irya's wife could jump out from behind something at any minute. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence...Get me... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is sleeping... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Sleepy!!! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, Lawrence is somewhere in the back. What'd you like to drink? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence...Water... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Water. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina Yells to Lawrence in the kitchen. "Bring the man some water, Lawrie!" T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank you...Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How is da wife? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't have a wife T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not you...Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence...Come on...Wife... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Busy huh? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina plays with her fancy daggers, leaving holes in the wooden counter. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You know Lawrence doesn't like to talk. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I know... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But he got a ...wife. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Always have to drag things out of poor Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hey, Lawrie, mind giving us another beer there? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes the jug of beer from Lawrence and thanks him for it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I drank a lot of scotch...Haha! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Might be slightly drunk. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Slightly? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Slightly!!! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya almost falls from his stool. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Think you're way past slightly, friend. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina catches Irya's stool before it falls. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thankz T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sure, Captain Drunk. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I stopped drinkin'. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, have more water then. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Or coffee. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks some water. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Perhaps some slop, to fill your stomach. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I had had coffee. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence, do you have any slop left in the kitchen? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No...slop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Slop's good for you T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Gotta eat something T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yuck... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not hungry...Gonna throw up...If...I...do. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It'll look the same when it goes down as when it comes up, but it fills you up all the same. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If you throw it up, Lawrence can just add it to tomorrow's batch. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya falls off of his stool. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: ... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina isn't going to complain, she's hungry. She accepts some slop from Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly gets up and puts the stool back in place. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah, you're up T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his daughter's dagger and stabs it at the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Who's your daughter? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gives you a cold look. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina examines the dagger, nodding as she runs her finger across the back of it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Pretty little knife. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes out his locket and shows you the picture of him and his daughter. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aww, that's a nice picture. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at the ripped off part of the pic. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: ALrighty. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What's missing? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sits down and takes the dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: or rather... who? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points the dagger at his wedding finger. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well alright then T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya carves a plus and minus on the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes a big gulp of slop, swallowing before tasting. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at a family down the street through the windows. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You getting drunken depression, mate? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the locket. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I take that as a yes T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sighs, and adds her beer to the slop in an attempt to make it taste better. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the locket from your hand and puts it around his neck. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the picture of him and Kalaya and gently smilesn T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the picture of him and Kalaya and gently smiles. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I was wondering what the other picture in there was T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya yawns. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya raises his hand. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina tosses a key at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya barely grabs the key. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can use one of the rooms upstairs to sleep in, if you'd like. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya raises an eyebrow at The Vixxen Dyvina's weird actions. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Chicken...Please. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You're too drunk to drive home. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina looks at the plate Lawrence hands Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who says I am the one driving. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's... Chicken-shaped slop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Fun T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It used to be chicken T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly moves away his plate. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Got anything... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Other than slop? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well if you won't eat it, I will. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: 'Course he does. Sloppy Joes T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am not hungry. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Slop, in two buns. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can always just have the buns. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gives the plate to Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hungrily dives in. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Vampires don't have time to dislike food. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his silver sword and looks at its carvings. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Justice,Valor,Glory,Vengeance,Love,Hate ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: All in English eh? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ancient Wolf language. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah, the wolves. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Paladin wolves, am I right? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts his silver sword back and pulls his steel sword. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Witcher Wolves. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at his sword's reflection. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Witcher Wolves? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sounds like they shed. A lot T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A witcher is a professional monster hunter and dragonslayer etc. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina haphazardly launches her empty plate into the kitchen, where it lands in the sink with a "clink". T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Mmm, so you shed and have a lot of dirt on your boots? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We wolves use this language to enchant these swords with the power to kill monsters easier T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sounds like... fun, I suppose. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You get women money glory and a free coat. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And also basic magic spells and a wide variety of alchemy knowledge T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: None of that interests me, apart from the free coat. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina looks at the holes in her cloak. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: This one's slightly old. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mine is older. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 200 years old to be exact. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But free, still T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And free outranks old by a long shot T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You need to earn it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hah, earn the cape of a wolf? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Not likely, Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I prefer just floating around and doing as I wish. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This coat...Is resistant to fire ice and shock aswell as it is very resistant against physical aswell. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Interesting T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Been in my family for 3 generations. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Two hundred years = 3 generations? Short-lived, are you? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 2 died sadly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The previous 2. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So it was passed on. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Obviously :P T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's a pretty colour, I'll give you that T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Black with a touch of gray. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Also this fellah has been through 5 generations. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at his shadow as it turns into a gray dog with scars. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Massive Typos!!! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come here boy. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pets the dog. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is Shadaau...I call him...Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, that's... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I suppose that's logical T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah :) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This sword has been in 2 generations. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And this amulet in 6 generations. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't even have generations T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I do...They mostly died to...humans. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I have a sister, a younger sister. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have 2 brothers. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: She's still alive, and I intend to keep her that way. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is her name? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: what T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I was telling him that you're my little sister T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: who? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My two brothers Tsunwu and Gamewizard. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, Lex T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello m'lady...Irya Stein Jameson. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: oh hi, i think Ghosty has you friended T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is this friended? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Yes he does...He is cool btw. ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: of course he is, hes a druid T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis struts proudly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya beams a smile at Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina wearily stands between Irya and her sister. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So where are you from Eleksis? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Monster-hunter, eh? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: im lost T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If you want to hunt vampires, don't do it here, alright? \ T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: My sister's to be safe. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Depends who is gonna hunt you down first...Me or the Vigilants. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: your sister is a vampire shape shifter. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The Vigilants don't mess with me any more. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But As long as I don't see you eating people...we are fine. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, and you're capable of looking after yourself, but we don't want Lawrence's floors to be all wet T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: God you are lucky for that new law. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: With blood and things. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks like a dog. GO DAWGS SIC 'EM!!! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The new law? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My sword and my Dog would kill you both in seconds. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Who let the puppy in the bar? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Curious eyes follow Form Aldehyde as he runs around the room to hump every leg. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is a part of me... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina tsks Form Aldehyde. You feel sorry for him. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Doesn't make him a dog now...does it? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde waggles his finger at nothing. Is he feeling ok? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Shadow growling. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Not your Shadow, Wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Whose Shadow is it then? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: this is certainly an interesting pub T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde pants and yips like a little puppy. Maybe he wants to be petted. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm talking about Aldehyde, who was supposed to be watching the herd of humans outside. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Kythrala, hello. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who was supposed to be killing you 10 years ago. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This new law states that you vampires are to be seen as human. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can't kill me, Irya, and neither can Shadow. You know the rules. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: Well hello there, Dyvina! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bahn T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Silly, isn't it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala smiles happily. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya calms down Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But, it also protects wolves from my poison daggers, so I suppose both of us win T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde, won't you be a dear and make sure the humans haven't escaped? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as Shadow turns back into his own Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am resistant to poison. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks like a dog. GO DAWGS SIC 'EM!!! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am A Witcher rememeber. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde nods. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hugs StarKitten Kythrala. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Kyth, Lex, are you guys hungry? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those are prisoners out there right? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde growls. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: certainly! I can always eat. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not civilians? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good to see you guys empty prisons. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Being hunted by Witchers for most of your life creates a need to know their weaknesses, you know my daggers were made for the likes of you. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Prisoners? Some. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Some or all? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina calls on Lawrence to get some slop for Kythrala and Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If those are civils in there I have to ask you to release them. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks outside the window. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can ask as much as you like, but obviously I will not, I don't know civilians from prisoners. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They've all been in the Castle's dungeon for a long time. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I figured, they could use a walk before dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya lifts his head up as Shadow appears behind him with 3 heads and huge muscles. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala seats herself at the bar, tucking a lock of dark auburn hair behind a small elegantly pointed ear as she does so. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Really? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands Kythrala a plate of slop and a big spoon. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his amulet and aims it at Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Is that true? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Would I lie? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis leans casually against the bar beside Kythrala, her violet eyes alight with amusement. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This amulet will determine it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala gazes down at the slop, uncertainly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Khaleesi walks into the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eat the slop, Kyth, it's good for your stomach. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Khaleesi looks at eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his pocket watch and looks at it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: now if only I knew a spell to turn this into good food. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, you know trespassing humans will be locked up and eventually eaten, that's the rule. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees the amulet glow blue. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence has bread... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts his amulet and pocket watch back. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And what of children? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A child that trespasses is still a trespasser. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I don't see that in the rules. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Khaleesi laughs at Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Children are considered clumsy and must be thrown out. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala shrugs and begins to cautiously spoon the slop into her mouth. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not eaten... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i wouldnt eat it T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina yells to Lawrence. "Hey, you got those special noodles back there?" T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly starts pulling out his silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is what the law states. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They'll be eaten when they're old enough, same as the rest. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Children MUST be brought back. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Khaleesi, welcome to the bar, are you hungry? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis peers into the bowl Kythrala is eating out of and grimances. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: why the hell is it brown? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well Lex, Lawrence has noodles too. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Noodles and slop's normally good. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks like a dog. GO DAWGS SIC 'EM!!! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala pauses in her meal as she spot some unidentifiable pieces in the slop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence in the bar, Irya, you're well aware. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pets Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: hey Kyt maybe theres the puppy you wanted T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde looks at Kythrala with puppydog eyes... obviously very hungry. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis grins evilly at StarKitten Kythrala. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Oh those pieces... they're... fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ratling fingers T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Just... don't chew, and you'll be fine T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina offers Eleksis some mouse noodles. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala gladly places the bowl of slop down for Aldehyde, her rosy lips forming into a tender smile. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I will be taking the children with me. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya opens the door and goes outside. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: you know me Dyvina, I only eat hearts. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde growls at Irya. Better leave the room before the fighting starts. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...Do your thing. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Take them, they're half-turned, you can explain to them later why they're stuck between life and death forever. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow can bring their soul back! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Now, more slop, and more beer! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They have souls T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Half-souls T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Can't fix the half-turned. Only the fully turned. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is gonna revive them...don't you worry. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Quickly Shadow! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Have a bunch of hungry kids off my hands? Sure. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grabs a full glass of beer. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde suddenly looks way more intelligent than he actually is, and barks out audible words. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Have a nice day vampire. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: dem prisoners have escaped again... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala gazes about the pub, mildly interested by what's happening around her. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job Shadow...Let's go. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis hops onto the bar with a beer in her hand. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I always have a nice day, Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya leaves with the children following him. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina has a big gulp from her beer. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: well this establishment is certainly a lively one T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde he be stealing the children.... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Always is T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Witcher, my keys. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis considers tossing the beer at Kythrala... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'll be having them back, if a drunkard's stealing my children. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs back and throws the keys at Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina catches them mid-air. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Sorry...Forgot that... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: all you'd be doing, Lexi, is wonders for my hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( EPIC! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i know but i dont like beer T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde howls at the moon. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Enjoy the kids, Captain Drunk. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala fondly strokes her hand through a lock of her dark auburn hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No problem! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde! Did you eat someone's slop again? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pockets her keys. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde wildly nods his head at The Vixxen Dyvina... he seems to be in total awe. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, Kythrala, Eleksis, since the Witcher's leaving, it's time for some proper food. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina motions to Lawrence to bring the steak from the back. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis casually pours beer down Kythrala's hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde drools all over himself -- making a TERRIBLE mess! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde... you know you shouldn't eat slop, you never sleep when you've had slop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Curious eyes follow Form Aldehyde as he runs around the room to hump every leg. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as he burned off the chains of most prisoners. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala lifts her gaze, a hopeful gleam in her emerald eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Sweet Burn! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands out four plates, one each for herself, Eleksis, Kythrala and Aldehyde. They have enormous pieces of steak on them. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eat and be merry, unless we have vegetarians in the house. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Wonder when they will notice most of their food ran away ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina . o O ( the Dog's aware that he burnt the chains of three mass murderers and a serial killer ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde gulps down the steak in one large bite...walks out the door... he seems to be on some kind of mission. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina . o O ( isn't he? ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis eats her steak quietly staring at the beer dripping from Kythrala's hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( The dog kinda did his own thing...I dunno why lol ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina calls out the door: "Aldehyde, be sure to count them when you catch them." T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina has a bite of her steak. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lex, now, why'd you go and mess beer like that? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: Dyv why didnt you go and waste beer like that? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I... was thirsty T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde just killed a pokemon?!?!? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And I don't want to drink beer from someone's hair... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i wasnt T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldeeee... you're not supposed to chase Pokemon... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina beams a smile at StarKitten Kythrala. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I don't mind, my hair will be extraordinarily soft after this T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: dammit i just buried a pikachu T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, your hair looks good like that. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Pokemon...seriously? ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: it doesnt smell so great though T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Since when did I release Pokemon lol ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde walks into the bar with sixty prisoners lined up... steak and caterpie juices dripping from his muzzle. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: well that's your fault T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Who's a good Alde? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina cuddles Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis feels bad and rinces the beer out of Kythrala's hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Apart from murdering the caterpie, of course T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( I dunno what you guys are talking about! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks audible words again... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis . o O ( no one does just roll with it ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Pokemon? ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: some man called questor told me to... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Seriously?!?! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis . o O ( pokemons are awesome! ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( I hate Pokemon ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I love Spice And Wolf though :3 T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala runs her long fingers through her damp hair. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis . o O ( well i wanted to be a kitten now im a vampire, stuff happens ) T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde wonders what all these bubbles are floating in the air... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They're thinking out loud, Alde, you just have another steak T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: theyre mind reading bubbles if you touch it your subconcious will be on display T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You shapeshift into a cat, Sis, don't you? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks "Bacon?!?!?!?!" T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i do indeed T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: As I shift into a fox to avoid the Vigilant T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis stares at the dog darkly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: it wont eat me will it? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Will what eat you? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aww, no, never. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde eats only slop, steak, and prisoners. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis rubs against Form Aldehyde and purrs contentedly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And caterpie, apparently. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Silly puppy. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala toys with gold cat-face medallion at her throat. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh cat form is so much fun T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Seems that way, Kyth, but I only go fox in emergencies! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde runs out of the bar... howling something about cat hairs and itching. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina commands poor Lawrence to bring out the litter boxes and the cat food. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I can understand that T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde! Take the prisoners back to the Castle, they've seen enough daylight for the year... And come back with Allergex T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i will not use a litter box, i am not a savage T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde drags a boy named allergex into the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I agree with Lexi T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They're private litterboxes, with cute little doors and everything *sigh* T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde quirks an eyebrow at The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No, not the boy Allergex... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Your cat medication! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: and yet you still poop in sand doors or no doors T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Fine, Lawrence, bring the fancy boxes. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: These - *points at the enormous Fancy Boxes* - are like real five star hotel bathrooms, just kitteh-sized. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They don't have sand. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Go put Allergex back in the stables, Alde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde leaves the bar and comes back in with something that looks like a pickle?!?! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis examines the "litter box". T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ugh, close enough... You may eat the pickle-thing if you want, Alde... did you at least put Allergex back in the stable? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina blinks innocently at Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: it will do.. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde begins nodding wildly, acting like the maniac he is. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: This puppy... Here, Alde, good job, have some more slop T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina puts a bucket of slop in front of Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The cats might want to step out of the splash zone, Alde's a messy eater. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks, "bacon?!?!?!" T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina indicates that the splash zone is almost the entire pub. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I thought he was not to have slop T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: There's something in there similar to bacon... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis lies belly down on the bar with chin tucked on arms. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well he managed to get Allergex to the stables without eating him... he deserves some slop today. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I supposed that counts T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Last time, he ate three of Allergex's fingers, and his friend's entire right leg. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Didn't you, Alde? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina fluffles Form Aldehyde's fur mercilessly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde starts gulping down the slop... fingers and bacon-like pieces flying everywhere, covering everyone with goop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh does this place have any honey ale? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina heads to the back to make some coffee. "I shall return shortly. Honey ale? Of course." T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis seems to avoid all goop without seeming to move... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde goes and lies next to eleksis... obviously very lazy after so much food. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde minding not to get too close. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis rubs Form Aldehyde's belly softly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: for allergies are a problem T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: obviously trying to be friendly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis grabs Aldehyde's paw and injects him with a strange liquid. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis drops the paw and grins. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde starts licking the walls. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: there you go Alde no more allergic to me T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis shows that the injection holds the anitoxen to her blood. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde is dragging Lil Kitten Eleksis around the room, slamming her into everything in his path. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: put me down! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde gently puts eleksis down... obviously avoiding her paws for fear of getting scratched. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis meows angrily at Form Aldehyde, sounding just like an upset kitten. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde sulks in the corner. Baby!! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde is sulking quietly to himself. Better leave him alone. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis rubs against Form Aldehyde and purrs contentedly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde beams a smile at Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: wheres Dyvina and Kythrala boy? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: did you eat them? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks something about coffee and dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: and Kythrala? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde grins evilly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: you ate that one? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde wildly nods his head at Lil Kitten Eleksis... he seems to be in total awe. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde beams a smile at Lil Kitten Eleksis. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: did she taste like beer? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde shakes his head. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: who ate what? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: he ate you T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: wait what his stomach is talking! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis pokes Aldehyde's stomach in confusion. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde looks at his stomach... obviously very confused. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde shrugs in response to Lil Kitten Eleksis's question. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Who ate hwat? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: what *? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I was about to ask that T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: we think he ate her T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde... Give Kythrala back T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sips her coffee and looks at Aldehyde sternly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Right now. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis gets out of the puke zone. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I'm quite certain that I am not in the belly of a dog T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That is because Aldehyde's belly works differently than other dogs' bellies. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde! Come on boy, give us back the Kythy-cat T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: that just sounds disturbinf T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: As indeed it is. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: it has it's own weather system?! T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde 's jaw unhinges like that of some monster out of a horror movie... and out comes Kythrala... covered in GOOP T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, good boy T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pets Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis flees from the goop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: well this is certain to cause a bad hair day T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Er, Kyth, you might... You know, want to go shower in the little kitty's room T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde looks frightened... he obviously doesn't know how to fix it. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Don't worry about it, Aldehyde's stomach goop is good for hair T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala flicks some goop off of her. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis jumps out of the way. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Don't worry, Lawrence will clean up. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And yes, it does have its own weather system, ever since he ate that moon. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala transforms into a small black cat, before sauntering into the little kitty's room. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pets Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aww T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina lets Lawrence have a coffee break while she speedily cleans up Alde's goop. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala saunters back out of the little kitty's room, her black fur damp. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Did you have a good shower there, Kyth? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: as good as a cat possibly can T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: May I offer you the services of our kitteh-dryer? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: did you wash behind yer ears? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde! Get the Kitteh Dryer T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: yes and yes T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: i wouldnt its a trap T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: or did you eat that too? T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina remembers that he did eat it, and saunters into the back room looking for the spare. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde drags one of the chairs closer and looks at dyvina questioningly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina walks back into the bar holding the Kitteh Dryer, nearly trips over the chair that Aldehyde dragged across the floor and puts the dryer on the bar, before plugging it in. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde, you're not supposed to eat the appliances. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala gracefully hops up onto the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina switches on the Kitteh Dryer, and it immediately blows Kythrala off the bar in a puff of air. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Whoops, guess I put it on Lion mode... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sorry... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina helps Kythrala back onto the bar before putting the Dryer on the perfect setting and letting it do its job. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde, go learn your doggy words. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala purrs contentedly. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina yawns. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It seems to be closing time for the pub, since Lawrence has passed out in his coffee... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde walks out of the bar... muttering something about more fun and the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't want to put you all out in the cold, so you are welcome to stay in one of our lovely rooms upstairs, or share Aldehyde's doggy basket... T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I'd rather not be eaten again too soon T3/r7/2014-08-05.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grabs her black coat from the rack and pulls it on, before disappearing out the door of the pub in search of some trolls to kill. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks like a dog. GO DAWGS SIC 'EM!!! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: what T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde pants and yips like a little puppy. Maybe he wants to be petted. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai pets Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde pants and yips as Bobolai pets his furry head. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai waves goodbye to Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina looks at the Witcher Wolf, walking in the distance. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls two big dragon skulls with his chains tied up to their eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: More dead dragons? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Suppose I should've expected that from a Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Long story short...They kinda messed with the wrong guy. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You didn't even bring dragon meat for Lawrence to cook, did you? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde comes walking in, wondering what all the commotion is about. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence Here are the dragons! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You gotta pay me 10000 now! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde, good job catching Allergex yesterday. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: We don't pay for your meat, you don't pay for your drinks. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: you know the rules, wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I did pay... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok fine...Lawrence you owe me 5000! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: These dragons were messing with your food! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Don't listen to him, Lawrence. We're hungry, go fashion up some dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No No! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It says here payed well for hunting down two dragons! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Codex grabs a bottle of booze and sits in the corner watching all the drama unfolded. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at the paper. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Paid in drinks for a year T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am here for the first time woman! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well maybe the second time! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points at the very fine print at the bottom of the paper that says : "We won't pay you in real money, we'd rather give you discount on drinks" T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Fine...Where do I mount these skulls? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: zyboria walks in...hello everyone T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Evening, Zyboria. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ah...Zyboria. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello there friend. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya shakes Zyboria's hand. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde, go help Lawrence smash the meat, so the guests won't notice it still has bones in it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is all bone. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I ate the meat. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is pretty delicious actually. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well we'll mix it with something T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: zyboria shakes Iryas hand and sits at the bar T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence! Bring Zyboria a drink man! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina . o O ( lazy ol' Lawrence. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: nice heads irya T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank you. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I hunted them down myself. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: your mounting them? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No they are gonna do it...To spare me the effort. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah... finally some people... but where's the rum? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: well paid for, Im sure T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence! Greeneye wants rum! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nope. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They aren't paying me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: what! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Giving me discounts. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: We are paying you. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: In discounts. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You signed the contract, Wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: ahhh nothing finer I hear T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is not paymenr and i didn't sign anything. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I picked up the bounty...Same as 3 others before me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It was on a Board! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...hoe big is the discount? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: hmmm.... did you read ths fine print? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: 95% T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ooooh! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is good! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Boost it up to 100% T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You have a tendency to break glasses, so you still have to pay the other 5% T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now that's something... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I payed for those...I think T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No, you did not T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde curls up and lays his head on his paws. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You drunkenly ran out and released my dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I helped those children! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A very rude thing to do, releasing a vampire's dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde growls at Irya. Better leave the room before the fighting starts. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't know what my dog was thinking. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If Aldehyde hadn't gone out and rounded the herd up again, I would have gone hungry for a night. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well...I think I did. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And a hungry vampire... is not a nice vampire. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I saved the kids at least. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh believe me... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde sent Allergex after the kids T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have seen a hungry one. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And I gave it a piece of my silver to eat. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Master Greenye, Zyboria, are you hungry? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: as long as its only children and not lizards for dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gasps in astonishment. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this is my second time here and I still don't understand all this fuss... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya buries his face in his hand and sighs, shaking his head. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The kids are off the district! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There are NO more kids in your herd! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: kids are shop juicy though! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina yells into the kitchen: "Lawrence! Bring out the Dragon-slop, with the kiddie fingers... If you'd be so kind." T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I'm fine,rum is enough. I had lunch three days ago T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those are Nekkar fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: oops *soooo T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not kiddie fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sighs at the sight of Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Very... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't know why I even let Witchers into this fine establishment any more. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: zyboria starts mumbling something about auto correct T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Suppose it's only because your dragons are high in protein. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is not fine and I have the right to walk inro your room if I wnated to T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am allowed to walk in hell even! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes the plates of dragon slop from Lawrence and hands each of you one, leaving Aldehyde's in the corner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde, limit the splash zone, we have nice guests this evening. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drops the slop on the ground and kick it to Alde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: yum extra fingers! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah Irya, you never eat our food. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Disgusting. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You only drink our beer and steal our dinner. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina dunks her spoon in the slop and brings it to her mouth. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria thanks The Vixxen Dyvina heartily. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just a question, how do you show action? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am kinda done with your drinks aswell. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina using the other hand, she fills a huge mug with rum and hands it to Greeneye. "That'll wash the slop down nicely." T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde suddenly realises that the word slop was mentioned and perks up. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh,thanks T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria searches madly for her bottle of Jose Cuervo 1800! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the slop to Alde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Here you go. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde, two plates of slop wait for you in the corner :) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A lovely puppy, that one. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, Zyboria, don't mind our only regular, he's a grumpy old wolfie. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: drinks on me tonight! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I can clearly see that T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde gulps down both bows of slop, with the vigorous gusto that only he is capable of. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pets his warhound Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, time to venture and grab some bounty! cheers for now! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: splashing everyone in a two metre radius with slop. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who wants to kill some monsters...Who??? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You do...yes you!!! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Enjoy your evening, sir Greeneye. Your room will be well cleaned and ready for your return! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My sweet little puppy. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: finishes the slop and wipes her mouth with the dingy napkin Dyvina was so kind to leave her T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, you know Shadow and Aldehyde don't like one another... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde promptly goes to sleep in the corner, dreaming about doing a zoology assignment. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes that is why I am holding him with silver chains. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks very much. I will pay for it when i return. If i retuen that is. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Otherwise Shadow would kill him in a second T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If you like the napkins, wait until you see the towels in the rooms, Zyboria! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Isn't that right boy? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I think you forget Aldehyde can and will eat anything. His stomach has its own weather system. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as he sees Shadow's sword-like silver teeth. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: and his jaws can unhinge to fit your puppy inside any day. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina cuddles Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My dog can bite like a shark. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands Zyboria some rusty room keys. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He can bite through metal. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You may stay for free, ma'am. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: will be taking a room for the night then! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He can bite through everything T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde perks up at the mention of Shadow, and growls so fiercely that the walls reverberate. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And look at this. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Easy, Alde. Have more slop! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: zyboria wants to see the drama unfold T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina beams a smile at Zyboria. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Never a dull moment. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gets up and stabs Shadow through the head. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes out his pocket watch and looks at it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as he sees Shadow rising up like nothing happened. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya claps at Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria pulls out her assault rifle and guns Irya down in cold blood! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That Imortallity surely doing you well friend. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And yet, Shadow once had one bite of Lawrence's Dragon Slop, and suffered food poisoning for two weeks. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks something about digesting and never coming back. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: no killing dogs inside three bar! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: His body refreshes after death. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And if he gets crushed to pieces he just reapearrs behind me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is resistant to everything including disease. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And yet he can't handle Dragon Slop T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He ate most of the Dragon meat! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde promptly goes back to sleep. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya throws the Dragon slop at Shadow and observes as he eats it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs as Shadow promptly gags and chucks all of it back up. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Eat it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees Shadow turn into a Three Headed Death Hound. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes another round of slop from Lawrence, and gives a bucketful to Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence in the pub, Irya. Put your dog away. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya giggles as he sees Shadow ripping the slop. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey he likes eating like that. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is my dog. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No matter, rules are rules, and our guest here is trying to eat. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points excitedly at Zyboria! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya buries his face in his hand and sighs, shaking his head. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good boy Shadow...Now come to papa. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pets Shadow and orders him to sleep next to Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina watches a fly buzz around in the pub's window. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde looks at the bucket and closes his eyes... clearly content with the food he received earlier. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Alde don't you mess with my dog he is gonna rip you into shreds...And I don't want to get thrown out. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good boy! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Righty-oh boy, you can have the rest for breakfast. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Can I pet Alde? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alde doesn't like Witchers T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So, I wouldn't suggest it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good then he won't have a problem with Shadow sitting next to him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks as Shadow totally ignores Alde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde ignores Shadow... clearly not intimidated by such a measly little thing. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 3 Headed Death Hound and a Vampire dog. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...Kinda suprised there. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde yawns. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina mops the floor with a dirty mop. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yup Shadow compared to little Alde is like Goliath compared to David in size lol T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn...Shadow you been working out? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You look a lot bigger. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: and we all know how that story turned out... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I said in size! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, if you don't mind, I'm going hunting. Alde, look after the pub for me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde barks at The Vixxen Dyvina scaring her senseless. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina throws her hunting cloak around her shoulders, and straps her daggers to her waist. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I will look after this...pub. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde just licked The Vixxen Dyvina's hand. Interesting. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina cuddles Form Aldehyde. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Make sure the Witcher follows the rules. If he doesn't, Lawrence will know what to do. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If I see you in human teritory you are gonna have a problem. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde licks The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Woods and Caves...Only! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's if you see me, Irya, and I, for one, am very difficult to find if I don't want you to. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If there are bandits I expect a massacre. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow can see everything. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Even invisible and fast things. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I rely on him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He can see what's invisible and hidden, he can't see a stalking vampire. Nobody can, and ye shan't find me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I said he can see EVERYTHING. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina dramatically swooshes out the door and slams it behind her, completely disappearing in the snow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come here Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pets Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence you got anything...Not sloppy? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde perks up at the though of bacon. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya and Shadow cut a dragon's head clean off. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Die you nasty little bugger. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde quirks an eyebrow at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks around slowly thinking. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No treading blood into the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( This is another area. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina . o O ( better be. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( It is :3 ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the locket of Kalaya. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...Round the Bugger up! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We are going back in town to pay off this bounty. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But...We are gonna have some dragon meat first. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts slowly but surely skinning the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hard skin this one. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow help me out here will you? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to Irya T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, whose this? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: another dragon? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...This one attacked the king. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kinda killed him now. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I can see that perfectly clearly T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: is it tasty, the dragon meat? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Rather unnecessary. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya and Shadow start ripping the Dragon's skin. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes and No. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow hold it's jaw! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm, then why eat? when you can sell? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts ripping the skin from the top. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Isn't worth it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Humans die of this meat. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see... i've never tasted a dragon before T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: by the way... i am a human T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps ripping the skin from the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't eat it then...Full of bacteria. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will take note of that T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Unless you cook it...REAL GOOD! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And then freeze it and cook it again. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: See, Irya, I don't eat all humans. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( You at the pub I am at the forest. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts checking the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...We got ourselves a female. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how do you know that? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The horns. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait... never mind... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at a group of armed men coming towards him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i got to go. still have to kill two more vampires T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I suggest you stay back. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye leaves before anything happened T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And I gave you rum... But well, kill vampires if you so must, as long as I'm not in the midst of it. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks towards the armed men without any worry. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Gentlemen. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I think The Prince sent you yes...Judging by your symbol. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, no. not your kind. the ones that attacked the human village T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the armed men with his head high. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Oh, you mean the Half-Turned that Irya set free? Yeah, go get those. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not much of any talking huh? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They're really all yours. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( I healed them! ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( I healed them! ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what? it was you? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Children! ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( I freed and cured them. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well then, i should thank you T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks as the mounted men charge at him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges the slash from one of the men and grabs his arm and knocks him down from his horse thus breaking his arm. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Clearly you didn't do a very good job if they still managed to destroy half a village, but that's just my opinion. If you never set them free, they'd never have gone on a rampage. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the fallen man's blade and throws it at one of his comrades which ends up with a sword through the fellas neck. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps dodging the sword slashes from the mounted men. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Lackeys...Five of them...2 dead ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Show offs. ) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his chain and tosses it at one of the mounted men. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as he chains the horse and rider to the ground. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles and sees Shadow charging at the two standing men. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya blinks and sees the men lying on a pool of blood with their necks ripped. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks up to the chained man. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns with a sack of gold T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you finished yet? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya laughs as he sees the man trying to escape. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Wait a second. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps stepping on the man's head agressively. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya calms down and turns around to face Greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...I am done. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The usual assassins. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... assassins... huh... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...Not very skilled ones killed them with no effort. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: One is still alive there...Shadow finish him off. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i should be more aware of who i target next time T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps talking to you while Shadow keeps ripping the assassin. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...You should. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, see you at the pub T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Pathetic fools. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I guess. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Want to go in together? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sure thing T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mind If you help me chain up this dragon? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes some chains and hands them to you. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont mind T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...So...Chain up on the horns. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye takes the chains T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya chains the dragon on its jaws and eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye chains the rest of the parts T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow!!! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think that's all T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kova da'Skadda! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as he sees Shadow transform into a monster with huge muscles 3 heads and can walk on two of its feet. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Use those arms a little will ya! T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Shadow as he hands him the chains. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...Shadow will pull we will talk. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Shadow... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is this? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't mind the Huge Muscles Hands and 3 heads. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is my dog in his true form. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I've never seen this kind of creature before T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is a Death Hound Lord. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Also known as Lord Of The Hunt...Capable of using Dark Magic against his foes. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Only one of his race. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He has been with my family for 6 generationsn T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i promise i didnt kill them T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is immortal and extremely powerful with useful uttilities. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They are Immortal. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, that would make it more hard to do so T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And you couldn't if you wanted to. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is capable of killing 10 soldiers in a second. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but you know... as a master assassin, i learnt that there is always a way around things... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just that it is much more difficult and take ages to do so T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Even against a Immortal dog with skin as hard as the hardest metal and with the bite of a shark...Aswell as the capabilities of a Spartan soldier and Warlock. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I don't think so. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The only thing that can kill him is the Sun. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i have to think about that T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, there is that T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And we all know that the sun can't swallow a person here. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And it can't breathe. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? oh... he is a death hound... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Death Hound Lord. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Different than a normal one. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, you know what i mean.. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But we can't kill this thing now...It is impossible. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where is the pub again? i think im lost T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My favourite time of year is coming Autumn. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Just down this road. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Beautiful orange leaves and nice weather :) T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Gives me a fuzzy feeling. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry for my ignorance, i just get lost very easily T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is ok. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey...So you are a master assassin right? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, indeed i am T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Here is a tip...Don't mess with me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Or you might end up like those 5 back there. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And you seem like a nice guy. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So...yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do it for yourself and to my sake. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: actually i was one then i got sidetracked into becoming a mage then lost all my properties in a bet and had to live off like this T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: true story... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees the pub T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There it is. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it isnt that bad since a little bit of magic does help T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I became a Witcher because I had to save my bro T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters the pub T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya enters the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what does a witcher do? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Professional Monster Hunter etc. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: suits you T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kinda does. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was originally a lawyer. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye nods T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drops his jaw T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes Yes... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wha...what? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A lawyer. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Before I became a Monster Hunter. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: a lawyer? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes a Lawyer. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You heared me. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, it seems im not the only weird one around here... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I only did this to save my brother from Immortality. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: By killing him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: umm, may i ask, who is this brother? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He killed mother and father...He kiled my other brother. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Jack Jameson. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A.K.A T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Gamewizard. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sad past... T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is still alive somehow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, immortality needs to be killed several times T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: depending on the type of immortality T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...I removed it from him and gave it to Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: okay, well, thats one way T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...well see you later. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im back! where's my rum? T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: see you T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya exits the pub with Shadow following him. T3/r7/2014-08-06.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye waves at Irya T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drags 5 dead goblins impailed with his chains. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bamboo subtly corrects 'impaled'. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn my typos lol T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Why do I always put a I damn! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...Here are your goblins. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bamboo subtly corrects 'an'. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Seriously? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya buries his face in his hand and sighs, shaking his head. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bamboo: Yes, Bamboo is subtle. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Aaaand...Killed the goblins. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gives his dog a piece of steak. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli barks like a dog. GO DAWGS SIC 'EM!!! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...That steak is suprisingly well kept although it was in my pocket. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...Good job. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those are five goblins,nasty little buggers. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ziran: goblin on a stick? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: so erm who wanted the goblins dead? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli raises his hand. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Him! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai pets Oquichtini Ometotchtli. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli points excitedly at an altar boy! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: and why? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli: Goblins smell funny T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I dunno either. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Where is my payment? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I did my job. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli: I promised you 5 barrels of ale. Unfortunately I already drank 'em all. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So...100 gold per goblin. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oquichtini Ometotchtli: So no payment for you T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai slaps Oquichtini Ometotchtli. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Payment sir! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya draws his silvers sword. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai hands Irya 100 gold. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: I hope this will help you a bit. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 100 per goblin...You must give me 500. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good now 400 left. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Keep it coming. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is cheap. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on...500. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No excuse me...400. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai peers intently at Oquichtini Ometotchtli. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai THWAPS Oquichtini Ometotchtli for being a moron. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: does that sword kill werewolves? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kills everything that is a monster...besides me. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It has my symbols and it doesn't damage me. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts sharpening his silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai squats down to admire Irya's... sword. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on...Where is the rest of my payment. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are looking at the wrong sword. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Pretty sure it's the right one. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai peers intently at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gets up and starts removing his belt. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai boggles at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Just kidding :) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Haha! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Now...where is my payment. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Ome seems to be distracted. Let me try... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai takes out a slim dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis peers around herself intently. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai makes a small slit in Ome's moneybag, and gold falls out of it! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai struggles to catch the gold with bare hands. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: hmm... 200 gold. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmm. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 200 more. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya peers around himself intently. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai gives 100 gold to Irya, and cackles with glee as she stuffs the rest of the gold down her shirt! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya aims his sword at Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Give me the rest. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Everyone look at what Irya's doing! Pointing his sword at me! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya cuts Bobolai's shirt and orders Shadow to pick the satchel from the ground. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Have a nice day. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai screams loudly! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai slaps Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: You actually dare to do that? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey...I didn't even feel that. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai kicks Irya in the face. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't feel that either. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya yawns. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai grumbles, holding her shirt together. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a cloak from the dead goblins and give it to Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a cloak from the dead goblins and gives it to Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai peers intently at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya peers intently at Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: guess my technique doesn't work when there's not enough people. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai wraps the cloak around herself T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What tehnique. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What technique. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala peers around herself intently. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...Nobody around...Maybe that person over there. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai waves hello to StarKitten Kythrala. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: well hello there! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Hello! What's your name? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala grins. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I am Kythrala, a pleasure to meet you T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Hello, Kaitrala, nice to meet you too. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank you for your payment. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya exits the pub saying:"Pffft...Blood-Suckers." T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: So... what's your profession? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: hey! I'm an elf, I ain't no blood sucker T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai chuckles politely. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Of whom? ) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai swats a mosquito. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: oh, well I wander mostly, I do the odd quest here and there T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: the 'adventurer', huh? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: yes, wandering dangerous places can give quite the thrill T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Dangerous? Like those catacombs south of the city? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh catacombs are fun! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: what's your preferred way of taking out a monster? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: a mix of spells and combat T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai perks up, waiting for you to eleborate. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: I like to bore them to death with stories of my homeworld. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I'm not entirely sure how to explain it T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: oh? Where is your homeworld? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai 's suddenly sleepy head falls onto the table as soon as Lachdanan speaks. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: Caladan. It's so peaceful! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh not the place for me then haha T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai wakes up, rubbing her eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai points excitedly at Loony Lachdanan! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Why did you cast sleep on me? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: How else was I going to rob you? *tosses your coinpurse from hand to hand playfully* T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: I also might have drawn something on your face. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai slumps into a nearby wooden chair. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Forget it, my money's gone and there's probably an inapproaite drawing on my face. I can T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: I can't even be bothered now. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: Would you like a drink? My shout (your purse) :D T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Nah, my day could get worse. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai takes out a waterskin from beneath her cloak, and drinks methodically from it. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Sigh... Why didn't I just listen to Dad? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: what did you father say? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: You know, the usual... go to school, study hard, lead a normal life T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: but I thought: So boring! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: i decided to go wandering on my own! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: I see T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Sometimes, I'm glad I didn't listen... that I lead a life that's actually interesting T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala nods. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: but other times... on bad days, when I'm hungry and penniless... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan flicks one of Bobolai's gold coins high in the air. While everyone is busy looking at it, he makes a hasty escape - but not before sneaking the purse back into Bobobai's cloak. There is honor among thieves, after all. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai boggles at the concept. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai takes out her purse and looks inside it... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai slams the purse into the wooden table, then slams her own head and cries. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: what... the... hell... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala pats Bobolai on the back in an attempt to comfort her. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai cries on StarKitten Kythrala's shoulder. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala comforts Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: hello. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai is wringing Lil Kitten Eleksis's neck like a rag doll! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai screams loudly! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis peers intently at Bobolai. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: jee warm welcome much? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai suddenly releases Eleksis, realising what she just did. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Sorry... sorry! I didn't mean... *sob* T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: Just... just one of my.. moods... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: no worries, even has those days T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: and why haven't they formed a clan yet? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis orders a drink for herself and the other two ladies. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: clan? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai . o O ( lachdanan mischanned ) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: oh sorry, you can't hear my inner monologue T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis . o O ( i see ) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: I was musing about how many kittens there are, and how they should form a clan. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh honey ale for me T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis slides some honey ale across the bar top to Kythrala. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan: all drinks are on me T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: it was too expensive i tried T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis: whatcha drinking Bobolai? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala happily sips at the mug of honey ale. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan whispers something in the ear of the barkeep, and slips him some coin. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh honey ale! A taste of home T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Loony Lachdanan saunters upstairs. A barmaid follows after a few minutes. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala smiles happily. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lil Kitten Eleksis sips on her sweet blood laced wine. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who I love infinitely and I would slay the universe for her. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: mis T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Talking about my wife...Don't judge! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wonders along a street somewhere and finds that he is lost T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks down the street with his dog Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina wanders down the opposite side of the street holding a suspicious-looking bag. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye noticed some presence and hides in the shadows T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello there. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah! it was you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye emerges from the shadow T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where am i? i think im lost again T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What are you two doing in a street like this? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are 5 blocks away from the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: being lost... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am just walking. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see... i thought you were after my life... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you just have a strong presence around you. Both of you T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks around to be sure nobody is around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is wrong? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Is there somebody after you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: nah, just paranoid. By the way what is that youre holding Dyvina? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's a bag of stuff T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Pub things T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit...Why do you follow me everywhere I go! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Groceries. Can only get them in this stree T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: street * T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't follow you, Irya, I just happen to be in the places you hunt T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am not hunting. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am walking around the city. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: At this moment I am relaxing! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I took the day off. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye motions "coincidentally" T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes coincidence. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im always busy... being lost and found again. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Took the day off and you land in the Dark Lands? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Coincidence, I think not T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, wasnt that the pub then? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are aware that I am just passing through righz? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am not aware... at all T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And the dark lands are like only 10 blocks worth of teritorry. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The pub is on the edge of the Dark Lands, back that way T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: for you, that is T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points behind you. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It always changes places. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks, but i wasnt heading there T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank god you weren't. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why, you got bad memories there? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I just hate... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whispers to Greeneye :"Bloodsuckers" T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What are you looking at? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i understand T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am talking to a Master Assassin here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye waves his hand T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The pub changes places every 36 hours, it'll go where I feel like going T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I didn't eat either of you, did I? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You can't If you wanted to. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Because you would be dead by then. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i have met a lot of vampires so i wouldnt be afraid of them T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My first girlfriend was a vampire. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She lived nicely...Until I killed her. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mad woman. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damnation she wanted to suckle on my blood. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You killed who now? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My first ever girlfriend. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She was a vampire. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So...yeah...You know the rest. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: one of the vampire lords taught me half of my skills T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Funny how you like to kill things that are already dead. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina starts walking past. "Are you coming, or staying lost?" T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i didnt kill him of course, i owed him a lot T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Non T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... a rest wont be that bad... could it? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I won't. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am only passing through here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am going to my sister's pub. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Suit yourself, Irya, Lawrence will miss you. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye starts to wander between choices T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The pub leaves for Abend in seven hours, should you wish to return there. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence owes me 10 gold for that goblin. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: who is lawrence? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Which you won't get if you don't come along. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Apparently goblins like busting into the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence works in my pub, sweetie. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya unwillingly follows Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Let's get this over with. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, then its chosen T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye follows Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, look at that flare! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs up to the door and opens it keeping it open for Dyvina and Greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs and walks down the street purposefully, making so many twists and turns through the narrow roads of the Dark Lands that you'd be lost if you weren't with her. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah thank you T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Just so I can get my payment. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters last and closes the door T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks up to Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Where is my gold Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is 10 petty gold man. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can buy myself a drink with that. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, yes, i almost forgot T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as Lawrence hands him over 10 gold. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gives Dyvina a sack full of gold T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence, give Irya that beer you owe him, too. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grins evilly at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this is for the rent T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And a barrel for the handsome human here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hapily accepts the beer that Lawrence gives him. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You may have a barrel of beer on the house then, Sir Greeneye! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How come you never eat Lawrence? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah! free beer! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence it is weird that you are a human. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How come they don't eat you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye takes swigs T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence eats. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks his mug in a huge swig! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He eats what doesn't go in the slop T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't eat him because I get lonely. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And it's a win-win T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bonds, ties and contracts. that is all that i know of that will keep you alive from dangerous individuals T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i have a lot of friends in the circle of vampires and wolves T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good beer...But my sister's pub is better. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And now you have another, Greeney. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It doesn't work now sadly. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Your sister's pub can go hang. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sadly, not so many within the humans T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Her pub serves the BEST steak and beef! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Meats and Vegetables in general. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And the company there is so dull. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is not! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye turns his ear at Irya T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is a full pub! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She also is a bard and she plays songs. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Here we have the company that counts! Like Ol' ... that guy in the corner that's been here for a few weeks... I think he's dead. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm a Bard Leader, genius :P T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not a Bard Clan! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: a bard! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: leader? now thats something T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn...She has no part. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She just plays the violin and flute. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'd like to see her skills, but I'm busy. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands Lawrence the mysterious bag. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And her pub is cleaner. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stares at the bag T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: All the more reason not to go there. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: steaks... hmm... it ahs been about a few years since i had any well cooked meat T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And she know everyone! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye raves about using #hashtags #for #everything! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Although, Lawrie, I think we should get rid of the dead guy in the corner... he might be a health hazard. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is friendly and all! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: In her pub you always see warm faces :) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pokes ag the body T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup, hes dead alright T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sucked dry T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina drags the body out of the pub and into the kitchen. "Lawrence! Grind him up and put him in for... texture?" T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye loots the body casually T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, that sounds down right boring, Ir. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is not! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: arg, my thieving habit! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This place is boring! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: This place is funny and unpredictable, and... eccentric. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, that's the word. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eccentric. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Dyvina, have you went to a human pub before? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I tend to avoid human pubs... they er... Make me, slightly hungry. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think it will be fun to have you there T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, that reason T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She had a Witcher inside of there. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Too many Witchers in a human pub, often. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who is her husband for conveniance. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i can protect her... probably... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Too many humans in human pubs, too. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The hunger might just win T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey keeps your hands away from my sister. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Once she starts whooping not even I can save you. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry, i wasnt aiming for her money or anything T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I meant her butt. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is a attractive woman but she is married so keep away. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont even know what she looks like T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, let's get to the human pub then, if you all so wish. Lawrence, make sure Allergex doesn't get out. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...I haven't seen here in some time. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is closed off...Not working now. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Very late hours. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Luckily this pub works 24/7 T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And why on earth would a pub not be open? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Oh wait, humans sleep. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Annoying habit, that. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is a elf. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: am i not a human then? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i only sleep an hour a day T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I rarely sleep. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I sleep like 2 hours every two days. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You're a special kind of human, and Irya's a dog, he has weird sleeping patterns. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, that explains why i have short term memory loss T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slaps The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And you are a blood sucker. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think i need to sleep more now... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am a wolfen. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what?! and i though you were a human T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, you told me before... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am half human half wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't get mad when called what I am, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So, neither should you, puppy. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Call me a wolfen...correct term for it...It is like you are calling me a n. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast suddenly apears from the shadows. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Calling a wolf a dog is like calling a black person a n. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears behind HellaBeast with a sword to his throat T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whose this? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya aims his crossbow at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Let him go. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: woah woah this humble battle-mage comes in peace. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles as sees Shadow behind Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You never stop calling me a bloodsucker, what goes around comes around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is what you are! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence in my bedamned pub, Witcher! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You suck blood! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye disappears and returns to his original position T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, and you are a puppy. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am a wolf! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Wolf!!! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Now, if we are all done threatening my customers... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You ok Hella? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Mr Beast, would you like a seat? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: yah im fine T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: and yah that would be appriciated. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I gotta go anyway. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry there, i thought you were a monster of some sort T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come in Shadow...It is sleepy time. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: See ya later Hella and Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina motions to the only chair which still has all of its legs. "You can sit there, Mister Beast." T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: see you Irya T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: by T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya exits the pub mumbling to himself. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Remember to bring the meat next time, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What meat? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dragon Meat? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast sits in the comfortable chair. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Depends how I feel... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I might not. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Whatever meat you pick up by the roadside, as per usual. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have a reccomendation for you...Go into elven lands! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, I think there's another chair here somewhere that still works. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My sister is there! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: meat? i have some here T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulles out two rabbits T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... for one? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Indeed! You can give them to Lawrence, and we'll repay you in mead and beer. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: first come first served T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands the rabbits to Lawrence T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: mead is fine T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye faces beast T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm Speaking of drinks T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast Using his might magical prowess summons a round of ale for everyone. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina poors three big mugs of mead, hands each of you one, and holds her own up to her mouth. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry for back there, my nerves were sharp at that moment T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: its ok T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye accepts both mugs T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so, tell me, who are you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'd like to know that too, Sir Beast. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And also, what brought you to my fine establishment? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around the "fine" establishment T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm me... i'am just a wondering Batllemage with nothuing left to do but explore the world and adventure. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: saunters in and takes her seat at the bar T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, no, i like it here. no negative feelings T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast summons a drink for zyboria T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Zyboria! Welcome :) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eldar and a Lizardman? Not edible T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So, I suppose we can all be friends. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: this is my good friend hellabeast. Zyboria shakes his hand T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: indeed and thanks for not eating me. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... im the only edible? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence is edible too T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: we did have fingers on the menu yestersay but today yours are safe T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: for now T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But I made Lawrence's mother a promise not to eat him, and I like you, Master Greeneye, so I shan't eat you yet. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: For everyone else, we have rabbit ears on the menu today, and ground bone. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye flinches at the "yet" T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria goes 'mmmmm'. Yummy! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: you know i have ben looking into research into magic for certain darkarts. maybe to sate your vamperic cravings some. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Zyboria, does lizardpeople eat humans as well? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria is drooling over something yummy. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: My cravings are under control... I don't feel inclined to eat Greeneye yet. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina instructs Lawrence to make something to eat in the kitchen. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well alright then just let me know if you need my services. i have been practicing magic for my whole life afterall. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: but other meats, while not as juicy and tender as also T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: just OK T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye catches a hint of blood thirst in the air that he can only sense T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria waves. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You seem a good ally, Hellabeast. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry, i have things to take care of. i may not be back for a while T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, in this pub you will not be harmed, as long as you know that. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence rule and all. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: my duty calls in otyer parts of the fair land T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stands up and heads to the door T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: why thank you dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: good to know, thanks T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drags 2 deers and a dead vampire inside the Pub. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes without a trace T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast summons another drink this one for irya T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya throws the hacked and slashed vampire infront of Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina freaks the hell out. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Get that out of my pub. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Rude. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts 2 deers next to the door. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm you know how i said dark arts? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This one tried to kill me. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No reason to bring it in here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, Beast? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast says with an evil smile T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And he got a broken jaw and a hacked body. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aldehyde, where are you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was busy! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Someone get that thing out of here, right now. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast uses some strange dark magic to creat a vampire zombie slave T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the corpse. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Right, pub's closing. I have some... hunting of my own to go do. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina heads out, daggers at the ready. Elven Lands, is that right? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I dunno either. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence cleanup here! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence has one boss. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My sister kinda disappeared. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good leave the corpse here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Here are the meats. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence clean this. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya yawns. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well gotta go for real now...bye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: uh oh I uh might be losing controle of the... uh vampire zombie. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slashes the zombie's head off. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Now you can't control him at all. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ok much better here i will take care of the remains T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: See ya. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast transports the remains to another demension. o.O T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that should be all of them T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye dusts his coat and started looting his attackers T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, one is missing T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes on the spot leaving a haze of air and appears behind one of the mage bandits T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you're not the only one who can blink, you know T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stabs him in the heart so that not a single drop of blood is spilt T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what's this? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye picks up a paper with his face on it. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what?! a bounty? what have i done? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye thinks to himself and starts to nod at all the things he could have done to upset the humans T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aliens looks for someone to probe. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i should sort this out as soon as possible. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye got lost no longer than an hour later T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast sees greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hello what brings you here, my friend. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye waves at hellabeast T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: good grief, im lost T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im happy that you found me T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where are we? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm... a forest i believe. i have no idea how i got here however. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aliens clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, so then, it must mean youre lost as well T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: last thing i remember was finding some creepy hut and then i woke up here. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks at Aliens T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, a moment, i sense a presensece T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Aliens T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: yes indeed T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hi there T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hello T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: excuse me, would you mind us to tell us where we are? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tilts his head slightly T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: yes, that would be apreciated T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, in the meantime i should introduce myself to you T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you see i was under watch that time and i had to keep a sharp eye on my surroundings. Here, this is to compensate my mistake. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gives a handful of gems to HellaBeast T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: why thank you greeneye. and there was no harm done so dont worry T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast beams a smile at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks around the forest looking for some escape. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm... i think i see the hut from earlier. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: My name is greeneye, i am... was an assassin. I somehow got lost both body and mind and ended up being a mage that mastered many magic. Then i returned T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: how is it you became lost? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now i consider myself a master assassin from the help of many different races T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thats a very short story T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i got sidetracked T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i see. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am very bad at managing and keeping time. It is because of this that i forget to sleep all the time T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and from that i sleepwalk from time to time making myself get lost quite easily T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: sleep is for the weak anyway. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh thats understandable, the sleep walking. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... that hut, what were you going to explain to me again? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i think i see it deeeper into the forest and im pretty sure its how i got here. maybe its a way out? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i cant see any other means. why not try it out? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye heads to the direction HellaBeast showed. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: right then lead on. but i have no idea what it is we might find inside T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast follows greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so, youre a following type are you? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well i will lead if your scared. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast walks up to the delapidated hut and peers in through the window. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, you might as well. im not even sure wee going the right direction T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, this one... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm looks empty but something feals off T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im not that strong on the magic side T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i caan do some tricks but i cant undo them T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im like a police with cuffs but no keys for them T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm sounds like it could come in handy, i trained my whole life in all fields of magic, but im only so good with a sword and i dont use much armor so im weak to a lot of phisical damage. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: but i know a couple of tricks too. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast say utter some incantation and him and greeneye turn invisable! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast utters some incantation and him and greeneye turn invisable! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i know this T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its jusg that i learnt it from a vampire T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well if it will help try it T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, it is only a self ability T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ok well, in that case shall we procedd into the hut? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ill check inside first T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ok let me know when your ready for me. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: since i learnt some thieving abilities when i was on the verge of starving to death T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye picked the lock so fast it looked almost as if he casually opened the door. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: Nice. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye took a peek inside and entered later T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye came out T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the air is heavy inside T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea wonders what you are doing T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: very difficult to breath? or is it just stuffy? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm... the air does seem thicker somehow. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: is it just becaue it is old? or what? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: cant tell it is certainly old, but we will havee to explore to know for sure. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walked about the room as he casually looted random items from the floor to the ceiling T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: damn my habit! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast scans the hut looking for anything of value or a way of egress. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: ( T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: (oops...) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks up T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks up as well T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: do i know you, miss? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea looks around for someone to poke. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: there is someone else here greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: am i blind? or did someone just use magic on me? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast pokes Dradea in the ribs. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: maybe it was her? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hello? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea just poked HellaBeast in the eye! Look out you could be next! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hey thats my eye. Ow T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ow... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea just poked Greeneye in the eye! Look out you could be next! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea grins evilly. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im blind! im blind! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs around madly T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well know we cant have this can we T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: sooooooooooooooooooooo...what exctly os happening? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chants some phrase and drade is surronded by circle of firethere is no escape. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye rubs his eyes and straightens up with his eye still watering T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: alright i thinkk i have the situation under controle T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: friend or foe? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: no idea T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea opens her fingers and a different color flame apears on each T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea walks through the fire, her fire going out T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Snowangel Tzadkiel: great to see this chan being used :D T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: neither yet T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well why did you jab our eyes T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks at dradea with more than a little anoyance. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wipes his eyes T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well do you know how to get out of the forest T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, i almost lost my eye sight for a moment there T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: nope T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: why? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: because we are lost T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: actually that is a good question... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: ah. would you like help? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: if so, follow me T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea starts walking through the trees T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye follows Dradea T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast follows dradea T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... where are we heading exactly? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea stops at a lake T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: look in this lake and you will find the way out T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stops next to her T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: and will you be coming with us T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at the lake T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea pushes them both in. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Snowangel Tzadkiel: lol T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Snowangel Tzadkiel: bait fishing ? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea watches as the lake bubbles and they emerdge, fully drenched T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast at the last second grants him and greeneye underwater breathing T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye skids on the surface of the lake T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: wow...so gulible!!! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast pokes Dradea in the ribs. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea just poked HellaBeast in the eye! Look out you could be next! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast spanks Dradea playfully. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i never knew walking on water hurts more than being bathed in one T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) You join Dradea in a game of basketball with HellaBeast's head. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Snowangel Tzadkiel whatches the marx brothers from a distant shore T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm good thing im know magic T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: so do I T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chants some strange melody and grows his head back T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: And? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: aahhhhh T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: that T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods at Dradea. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well that was certainly quite rude. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: okay...so now the way out? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea starts walking again. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it was quite fun, you should try it some time T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast follows dradea reluctantly T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just not with my head, i cant grow mine back T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: nor can i stick it back on T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea walks to the edge of the woods T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast starts chanting and soon greeneye grows a second head identical to the first T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye scurries behind them T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... what? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye fight with his own self T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea kicks the second head off. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its my body! T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, back to normal T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i love magic T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea watchs the seccond head still argue T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what to do with that T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea eats it T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well they say 2 heads are better than 1 maybe i can give it wings and it can follow us T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no no no T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh ok thna plan B then T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no Dradea T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no Dradea no T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: oops? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast picks up the severed head and drop kick it into the forest T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: problem solved T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: are you a wolfen or a vampire? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: no, and? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: lol T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: just partly a cannibal T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... human meat... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye points at where his second head flew off and then points at him self T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: oh, and a meat eater, and a lizard(wo)man T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... another one... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i wonder if she knows zyboria o.O T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye greeneye suddenly shifts uncomfortably T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, they are summoning me again. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: who? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: AGAIN?!? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im not sure if i will be able to meet you again T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but till then be safe T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: okay...bye T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: by T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: these warlocks are very persistant T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it will take a long time T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i learned some interesting things from warlocks. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye greeneye shifts the space and is sucked away but before he is gone you see his thumbs up. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well hmm shall we find a pub dradea? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast beams a smile at Dradea. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea punches HellaBeast playfully. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmmm.... T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea punches you in face, giving youu a black eye. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast summons a full bar and a couple of chairs. He pours a couple of drinks and hands on to her. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: why are you always hurting me? T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: good question T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea gets up and leaves T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Modi: s T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Modi: s T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dradea: (???) T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala bows before Modi. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Modi: sorry T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jhav: He was roleplaying going s. T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Modi: ma T3/r7/2014-08-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jhav tickles Modi. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus walks in with a satchel full of gold. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala scoffs... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus sits on the stool next to you. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus: Hey. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus: What is the name of the barkeeper? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ilyadus looks at the barkeeper. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I missed you so very much! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: mis. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes I am talking to my incredibly hot wife :3 T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina glances down the street, wondering why her only customer today was a halfdead sprite which didn't even know it had wandered into a pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks down the street talking to Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: ...So that is how I basically became what I am today. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs. "By not maintaining your grooming schedule, wolf?" she says as she turns to go back inside. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No...I am talking about the mutagen that was given to me,Vampire T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Rather unexciting story, then. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So...Shadow remember that girl a LONG time ago you know? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That one! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The funny one. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina mumbles something about wolves talking to themselves and disappears into the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: ... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Seriously? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The one that turned me into a wolf? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Remember now? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Finally you remember something. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is a shame she is dead. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We could have been best friends If nothing else. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps walking down the street talking to Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah I agree...Vampires these days. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Remember the time you and me used to kill them wherever we go? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn new laws! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is so correct...Give them their own land! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees a Alpha Nekkar next to the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ah Dammit. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow Bring me his head. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks foward as Shadow bashes through the window of the pub bitting the Nekkar. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smashes the door and draws his silver sword slowly walking towards The Nekkar barely fighting for his life against Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Just keep that little bugger down. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pushes Shadow away and grabs the Nekkars jaw thus ending it's life with a stab through the mouth. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What are you looking at Lawrence? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Sorry for the windows and door. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks up to Lawrence lowering his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Sorry people! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Sorry for the windows people! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye materializes from thin air T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I smashed the windows. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where am i? l T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There is a dead Nekkar there. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: In the pub...Again. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry, i barged in T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ignore the smashed door and Window and a Dead Monster here. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i had to use unlawful entry since i was lost and too hungry T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Talk to Lawrence or whatever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine, it doesnt make that much of a difference anyway T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Lawrence! i want anything edible here! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya, what happened here? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This Nekkar tried to bust in so I mopped his butt. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you should try doing it outside next time. there is more space outside T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He was on the roof. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, then you have a good excuse T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina walks into the pub, looking furious. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: are there anyone else here? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What the hell have you done to my pub, Irya?! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, hi Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have a excuse. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, he does this time T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The rules say no violence in the pub. What is your excuse? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This little bugger tried to lay even more buggers on the roof. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Was it inside my pub? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And Violence and all. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Because if it was, YOU VIOLATED THE RULES T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It was near the chimney. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well it's bloody inside now. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Was it alive inside the pub? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can't keep killing it if it comes in here, you bloody... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It kind of busted in. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If it's in the pub, stop killing it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Doesn't matter... If it busts in, drag it outside and kill it there. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So It can kill Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence respawns. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't have any choice these ones bite really hard. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ugh, well, you killed it anyway. Lawrence, take the body and go make some meat waffles or something for Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye chows down some strange things that Lawrence brought T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at his bloody silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job Shadown T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Clean up the mess you've made, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And fix the windows. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I will give you 20 gold If you clean this up and 50 If you clean this. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Deal? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence quiet as usual. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina puts her face in her hands as Lawrence begins to clean Irya's mess. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I just saved you from annoyance! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those Nekkars are Godamn annoying! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes well, maybe it was just hungry. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: This isn't a pub for nice people T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They eat everything in the kitchen the rip clothes and all. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's a pub for hungry things. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is a monster not a people. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's why I said "hungry things" T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Why did It want to lay eggs on your roof! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye freezes and drops his cutlery T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't know, I could've used the eggs for omelets T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: things? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You ok? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Nasty Nekkar omelets, but omelets nonetheless T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They can't be broken. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those eggs are as hard as steel. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And extremely heavy! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Steel can be broken with patience. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nekkars are heavy and the roof goes bye! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, if you're not going to have that finger, can I get it? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? finger? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Shadow as he sits infront of Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye curls his fingers T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow why are you sitting infornt of her! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, they are mine T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Please get your dog out of my personal space. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya giggles as Shadow jumps on Dyvina and licks her. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Not your fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The one in your - arghh T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pushes the slobbery dog off of her. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The one in your bowl. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, thats a relief T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...Bad Dog! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You should be bitting her! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at what he is eating T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You've been violent enough today, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i suddenly feel sick T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Good, so I can have it? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pushes the bowl to her T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grabs Greeneye's bowl and chews lovingly on the finger she finds inside. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm sure Lawrence can create a... human-friendly... meal. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Like, Nekkar-waffles T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks atvthe three armed men coming up to the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye goes upstairs with a sick face T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, settle it outside. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a chair and slowly walks outside. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina motions to the door lazily, but has one hand on her dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns to the pub and looks outside T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, step away from the door and let the little wolf boy handle it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Let's get this over with. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you know what Dyvina, that human soup was not that bad T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Thanks, it's one of Lawrence's specialities. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges a swing and takesvthe man's hand thus breaking it and stabbing him with his own sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Human finger soup. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya cuts the man's finger off and breaks his jaw with a punch. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm, i think living with a vampire can be dangerous as well T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina doesn't pay any attention to what's going on outside, but instead hands a purple looking waffle to Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges both swings from the men. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: in a different way T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whats this? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: This is a Nekkar-waffle T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye smells the waffles T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the chair and bashes the man with it also turning around and using it as a shield against the one behind him. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It doesn't have any human in it, promise. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his dagger and stabs the stunned man... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wolfs it down T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's good, right? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the downed man and throws him on the door thus falling infront of Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont care if it has any humans inside anymore. i just need to avoid starving to death T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks slowly towards the man. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Drags the corpse into the kitchen, leaving a trail of blood. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Done. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this is good stuff T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: We just got supplies for three days. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence, make of this what you will. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if you want more ive got fresh bandits T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya notices the man with a broken arm charging at him from the back. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Take it outside, broken-arm-guy T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes Dyvina's dagger and throws it at the man. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dead Bandits. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sighs as the man instantly dissolves into nothing when the dagger hits him. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina walks to where the man was, and picks up her dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nice dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well that's one less mess we don't have to clean up. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, they are dead but they are still warm and they have all the blood in their system T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I can coat your sword with the same poisons if you ask nicely, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait a moment ill get them T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Thank you, Greeneye, that's nice. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: before that, does anyone have mana potions i can buy T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No thanks. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina . o O ( try Bard's clan hall - Cheesy Nachos ) T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, that's your loss, if you want to leave corpses lying around, so be it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, in rp T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But not in here. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Mana? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah certainly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina Takes a bottle of blue stuff from the top shelf. It's glowing slightly. and smells like cough medicine. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands a bag of gold to Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands the bottle to Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Thank you, Sir :) T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks down one of them and places a black crystal on the floor T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What's the crystal for, Mage? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do I get any reward for this? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, just a portal i got from a warlock T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Reward for what? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You're lucky I don't ban you for breaking my windows. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Your reward is you can stay. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A portal? Where does it lead? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters the portal that appeared a minute later T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Wow...Such a big reward. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina peers at the portal, impressed. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drags out heavy bodies of bandits. there are seven of them T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup thats all T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Seven! Ooo, wonderful, one for each day of the week? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya, you like to chow on humans as well? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is disgusting! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina starts hauling bandits to the back room, yelling for Lawrence to drain them. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm, i thought wolfen likes them T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He's a vegetarian. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye deactivates the crystal and pockets it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Weird for a wolf, but there you have it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am was once...nevermind. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Vampire. The word's vampire. If you don't want to be called a dog, don't call me a bloodsucker :P T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye shakes three blades of grass at Irya T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That was meant for another communication method, but well. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how about these? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I wasn't always a wolf... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yeah, you used to be a bloodbag T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ah shut up. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I used to be one too, remember? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Then I died. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And now I'm a vampire. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye is surprized T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn...Blood... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Life happens, undead happens. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Such is the circle of... something T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what happened T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya was mutated T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I died aswell. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I was... I don't remember. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The mutation saved me at a cost. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya, are you saying thag you are an undead wolf? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that * T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks his mead ignoring everything around him. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who says I was a wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well you are now. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Too late for regret, Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what are you then? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the blood on the sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sorry, Greeneye, it'll take a while for the story to continue, he's very melodramatic. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye nods. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sighs at the sight of The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya packs up his stuff. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow come on. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you know, it somehow makes me feel alive to see both of you fighting T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You're leaving? Well, at least pay for the mead. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's a daily struggle with this one, Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the broken door and runs towards the dragon burning the town. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine, put it on me T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I suppose life'd be rather boring if I didn't have Irya to argue with. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: he is going hunting again T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow Kova'Skadaa. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: As long as he brings back meat, I'm fine with it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps running as Shadow turns into a 3 head hound. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes a bowl of unidentified things from Lawrence and begins eating it slowly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im actually practicing sleeping and now i can sleep for six hours a day T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts a chain in Shadows mouth and ties his own waist. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Good job, Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...Jump. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it is really helping me with my sleep walking T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya screams as Shadow jumps in incredible speed landing on the dragons leg. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but then i lose my time for hunting meals and i starve T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls himself up as Shadow keeps bitting the leg brutally. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his silver axe and throws it at the wing thus making the dragon fall next to a marketplace. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye recieves a bowl of stange mixture from Lawrence and starts eating it without a thought T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I think... this is rabbit dropping soup. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at his bowl T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: with a few toenails... and ooo! A couple of... cat hearts, I think T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his sword and jumps on the back of the dragon and statts slashing it while Shadow is on the head bitting and spitting shock at the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sips at the soup hungrily. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, if you don't have time to hunt, you can always eat here. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence is very creative. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye ignores the contents and keeps on chewing on a random piece of meat T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if i can find this place T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Finally, someone who appreciates Lawrence's cooking as much as I do. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: True, true. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this pub teleports almost everywhere T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya holds his sword tightly and jumps on the dragons head while Shadow blinks to the tail and pulls the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: In nine hours, it'll move to the edge of Manorwoods and stay there for a day. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at how Irya is struggling T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya stabs the dragon through the eye and gets thrown into a brothel while Shadow keeps weakening the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands one of her daggers to Greeneye. "Want to go help? If this hits hard enough, the dragon will evaporate." T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye shouts towards Irya do you need help T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Just bring my dagger back. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gets up injured and sees a lot of women around him. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ladies. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If you can't find the pub, the pub might just find you :P T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs his sword and moves outside throwing fireballs at the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, take the dagger and go help the boy! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think ill just starve to death before that happens T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, you're fighting fire with fire? Really. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, its fine T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya 's pulse rises. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya screams out as his muscles turn huge and he looks a lot more wolf like. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Alright. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts burning as he chains up the dragon and keeps headbutting it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gulps a potion T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: look at this move T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes the dagger back and stands up. She calmly walks outside and tosses the dagger to Irya. "Just use this, it's much faster." T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Aaaaaaa! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya snaps the Dragon's neck and screams out :"I win! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye crawls out from the dragon's mouth T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oops, wrong organ T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Men. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina rolls her eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Dyvina, do you have hot shower? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think i need to wash T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a minute to calm down. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Certainly, if you can find it... Last time I checked, the bathroom was attached to the end of the second floor hallway. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It has a tendency to move around when the pub moves. I really need to get that fixed. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands Irya a mug of mead. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks upstairs T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: There. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya screams out of pure rage and keeos bashing the dragon's skull. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shut Up Shut Up Shut Up! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well take it easy there, Mr. Psycho T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya backs away as he notices the broken skull. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the dead dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job Shadow...You were very useful...But next time...You stay on the head. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the skull one more time and backs away T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina yells up the stairs: "You alright up there, Greeneye?" T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol enters the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina blinks innocently at Mommas Boy Devol. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A new customer! We haven't had one of those in a while. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol is searching for his pet dragon... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Welcome, Sir. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points excitedly at Irya! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You'll have to ask him, Sir. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, what did you do to the nice man's dragon? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Dyvina agressively. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Don't look at me, I didn't touch that dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You'll have to please explain this time. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol: he was my favourite dragon :( T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina comforts Mommas Boy Devol. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Too bad he attacked the city. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He wasn't attacking the city. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You have any other dragons? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He was looking for a landing pad. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is a lie. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol summons three baby dragons! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ooo baby dragons! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the skull and throws it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn you!!! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina picks one of the babies up and cuddles it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol instructs the dragons to be on their best behaviour. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Godamn dragon!!! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina dodges the skull. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sorry, Mister Devol, this one has a bid of a bad temper. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points excitedly at Irya! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his silver sword as he looks at the dragons. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina snuggles up to an Enormous Dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I expect they behave. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns clean T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If not...They will end up like their dead friend there. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol commands his baby dragons to spew mini rivulets of fire at Irya's silver sword, causing it to heat up! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If they don't, it's not your pub, and you are not allowed to hurt them. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps holding the sword like nothing is going on. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye! You look... fresh. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Trying to use it against me now? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya, put away the sword, you silly puppy. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yeah, the water was fresh, does it normally look like a waterfall? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol: (meow T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs a piece of flint and starts sharpening the silver swordn T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tries to understand the situation T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol orders a pint of your strongest ale. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yeah... that depends. Did you go into the bathroom of doom, or... the waterfall room? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... im not very sure T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina fills a huge mug to the brim with something that resembles ale and hands it to Devol. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: There you go. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol thanks The Vixxen Dyvina heartily. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the dragons and sees that Shadow is growling at them. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The waterfall room doesn't move... It should be the last door on the first floor. The bathroom of doom has a warning sign and is somewhere around here. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina curtseys gracefully to Mommas Boy Devol. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps sharpening his silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Anyone else want a drink? Anyone hungry? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol whistles *tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet*. Suddenly the dragons swoop into the air and land safely on Devol's shoulders. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Aww, they're adorable! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina fawns over the dragons. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Greeneye, did you see these cutie pies? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the dragon and starts sharpening agressively. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye picks up a dragon T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: aww, a cute kitten! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dyvina me cook the meat. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Kitten? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Your meat is otherwise horrible. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's not... well okay. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't cook it, Lawrence does. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence makes good food, doesn't he, Greeneye? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, does kittens normally have wings? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps over the counter and throws Lawrence out of the Kitchen. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya closes and locks the doors. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina offers Devol a bowl of Lawrence's signature slop. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina wonders where the hell Irya found the lock. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol accepts the slop, and gingerly stirs it with his spork. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow growls at the dragons. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont mind the taste since ive lived with many different races T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Today's slop is some of Lawrence's finest work. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No dragon slop! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Devol as he finds a finger in it T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Some real meat!!! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Has ground up bone, a couple of fingers, some old milk, salt... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eggs, I think, somewhere. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulls out a rabbit from his coat and hands jt to Irya T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the door and serves everyone with a plate of The Finest Dragon Steak. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol takes a big mouthful of slop, nom nom nom. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can't give Devol a steak from his own dragon to eat, you cruel... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wolfs down the steak T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps over the counter and takes his sword and keeps sharpening it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Good slop, isn't it, Devol? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? something wrong? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol nods at The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grins evilly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Knew it! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nobody likes the steak! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence does make good slop. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Your dog married your sis. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, he did T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is wrong in many ways. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wow T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He's a good dog, and he'll look after her. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: is this allowed in this part of the world? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank good I am forming up my own family. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is...This world is messed up. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, Aldehyde's only part wolf, almost like Irya, but better. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im gonna marry a dragon then T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So, it's not entirely weird. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am more human. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am gonna turn off the chatter. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The Witcher Family Tree. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can see It already. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: DO we have to listen to that? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't think our distinguished guest would want to. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We listened to your crap time to listen to mine. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't make up crap. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I killed a dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: My stories are nice. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And I don't kill nice people's dragons T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...Made a pub that teleports. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Really nice! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Starting to think, that maybe I'm the good guy here T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are the bad one! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Am I? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol whistles *tweeeeeeeeeeeeet* - Suddenly the baby start growing at an alarming rate! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Pubs that teleport protect their clients better. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya draws his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wolfs down the untouched steaks T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: DIE! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I feed my guests, keep them entertained, and I don't kill their dragons, I'm never violent in the pub, and I made a pub that teleports. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Die Dragon! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm a good person T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina throws an inpenetrable shield up between Irya and the dragons. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps on the dragon and throws it out the window. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence in the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ouch! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol leaps on to the largest of the two remaining dragons, and begins twirling a dagger in his hand. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yorden! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina throws her dagger, and watches as it pins Irya's sword arm to the pub's wall. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his pocket watch and looks at it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No violence. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye swiftly moves between them and steals their weapons T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't understand why that rule has to be explained so often. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not while i eat T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks out the window as a black phoenix bashes through it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: My window... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns all the weapons back to their owners T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya removes the dagger and aims it at the dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yorden...Long time no see baby! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We might have... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Made the pub look better? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not again... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ugh... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yorden! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: you're ruining the calming atmosphere. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees the phoneix disappear. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol reaches into his pocket... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya reaches down into his belt. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to Devol T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol removes his hand from his pocket, and pulls out a shiny gold coin. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where do you get these kittens? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out a one-handed crossbow. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol tosses the coin to Dyvina. and thanks her for the ale and slop. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pulls a lever on the wall and the pub begins to shake. Suddenly it feels as if you're all being dragged into a vortex. Then all is normal, apart from the fact that the pub seems to be situated in Abend. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Thank you, Devol, it was a pleasure serving you. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs outside. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grins evilly. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I knew I should have left. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And it seems like the bathroom's on the bottom floor now. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks to the leaver T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummmm... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points at the musty, moss-covered black door that's appeared against the wall. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this thing... its dangerous T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Don't worry, Greeneye, the pub only moves if I pull the lever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Or... of course, if it's time for it to move. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I only move it with the lever if I feel like manually moving it. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks up and grabs the lever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Back to the normal place! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It only recognizes me, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to the mossy black door T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls the lever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs as nothing happens when Irya pulls the lever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps pulling the lever. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's not going to move... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye investigates to door T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, welcome to the dark continent of Abend, Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's only a few week's walk to get to civilization from here. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have been here already woman! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: does anyone know where this door leads to? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It leads to the bathroom of doom, of course. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow can teleport me. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye opens the door and peeks inside T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My brother lives in this continent. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's the only door that moves. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Horrible place! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina turns up her nose when a greenish gas eminates from the black door. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye closes the door immediately T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That smells... interesting T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you wanted me to wash here? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence, the bathroom's down here now, you can clean it T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will melt! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya draws his sword and kicks the door open. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Clear! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kinda green but clear. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, I wanted Lawrence to clean the place before you went for a shower... but he hasn't been able to find the room for weeks. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And we had a couple of ogres in for a shower the other day... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: There might be a dead body in there. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Not sure. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sends Lawrence into the Bathroom of Doom to clean up. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya goes outside and starts taking off his clothes. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs inside and returns with loot T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup, there is a corpse T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps in a nearby river. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, Lawrence'll take care of it, as he always does. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drops the loot and sorts them T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Rivers, in abend? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: probably blood or drkness T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: These are absolute...How should I say this... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina nods at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Crap. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: welcome to tbe dark continent, Abend T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have been here millions of times. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Harpy behind you. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i lived here for years T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if you boil the blood then you can possibly make a good soup out of it T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina is agreeing with that Greeneye person again... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that is how i survived T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence makes a lovely blood soup. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya buries his face in his hand and sighs, shaking his head. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I hope he survives the bathroom cleanup. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: he will have to respawn several times before it is clean T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya quickly puts on his clothes and holds Shadow's collar as they teleport. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs when Lawrence respawns in the corner of the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at a jeweled silver dagger from his loot T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What do you know, respawn number one. Well, Lawrence, you get right back in there, you brave man. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: who died in there again? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Some or other newbie adventurer. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Why do you ask? T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this dagger is used by a very famous vampire hunter who killed many of my friends. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He could very well be dead in there too T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: vampire friends T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: also some wolfen T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina watches Lawrence respawn again, only to head back into the bathroom. She grabs a mug of mead and hands you some, too. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: We had a vampire hunter here, once, one that was even less inclined to keep to my rules than Irya is. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Of course, I locked him in the bathroom and left him there. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Worst...Death...Ever! ) T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye finishes the mead and poisons himself with his poisons T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Dying in the bathroom of doom is, I suppose, quite unpleasant, yes. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Bathroom death. ) T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i should check it out T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands greeneye an anti-venom jar. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: he was a very rich man T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That might help with the poison. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well certainly, just be certain not to die in there ,I don't think you'll respawn like Lawrence does. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yeah thanks.the more the better T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters and a black portal appears in the center of the pub seconds later T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: More portals. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye emerges from the portal T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: As if the pub wasn't strange enough already! T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, this one is mine, i used the crystal T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: there was a hole on the wall of the bathroom. i think he escaped. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and the green gas is acctually a poison that the thieves mostly use T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah, I remember T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: trust me, this is no low level skill T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: to make it last this long T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I used green death to fumigate the place when it was overrun by albino cockroaches. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So, it might be mine. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh hell, you should teach me how to do that T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sighs as Lawrence respawns for the eighth time, mumbling something about "takes a while to clear out" T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence seems like he has the situation under control. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Of course I'd teach you, just don't use it as a pesticide... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i always thought that the green gas meant a fart T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: that's probably some of what's in there T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... a new mixture... T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Certainly, quite deadly too, it seems T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hmm, it seems that I am needed elsewhere, friend. T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina puts on her jacket and boots and heads for the door. "Stay as long as you may like, I shall return in perhaps a day." T3/r7/2014-08-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina disappears into the gloom of Abend. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye emerges from the shadows T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger squirts ketchup in your eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: aarg! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger flees into the shadows! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs around searching for water T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger is laughing maniacally at Greeneye. The question is: ARE YOU NEXT?!?! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what was that for? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya knocks on the door. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius locks the door and turns off the lights. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya kicks the door open. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius opens fire. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts up a magic shield. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: the hell is all this commotion? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He locked the door! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: It's my house! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina rushes in wearing pjs T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is the pub! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Go drunk, you're home! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: you are druink as hell Irya T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: you are drunk* as hell Irya T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I knocked. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I brought 5 Nekkars. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina starts dragging Irya outside. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Why would you knock on the pub door!? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: moron, the pub is next door. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Get out of my house! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Because of this! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina apologizes to Evil Druid Turrillius with a very sincere look on her face. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Where do I leave these suckers. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am not fixing the door. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: over there T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Irya. The pub's next door! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank you! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: it cant teleport into a house T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya closes the door. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya knocks at the Pub door. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence I got your Nekkars. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I also bought you a book on cooking lessons! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Still at my door... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks around as Lawrence let's him in. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: ooo that book will go well in a soup T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I got you a book that my sister gave me. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: shouldnt teleport the pub into a residential area... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn rain outside! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Here are your Nekkars. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: At least you are not The Blood-Sucker with a Big Mouth...Thanks for the payment. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey Lawrence...There is a nice Nekkar steak recipe inside of there. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks around as Lawrence reads the book. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mind If I stay in here until the rain is gone? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thanks man. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: .oO(Is that person pretending to roleplay by talking to themselves... or roleplaying a *bleep*ing psycho?) T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slaps Evil Druid Turrillius. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slaps Evil Druid Turrillius. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Why are you back in my house? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Get the hell out! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey Lawrence how is the steak going! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as Lawrence leaves a plate of Nekkar steak on the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya goes 'mmmmm'. Yummy! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sits on the stool and starts eating the steak. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mmmm...Nice job Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good stuff Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You know what?...Just because It was so good...Here...I am gonna pay...10 gold. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hands over the gold and keeps eating. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Some very good food...Keep that book If you keep going like this you might get something from this pub. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Hello there fellow brother. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sits in the middle of an unknown forest T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Watcha doing in my forest? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, i was foced here T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Teleported eh? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps from the bushes wrestling a Huge Red Spider. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, by a flower. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sighs T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i should have known that that flower had magic T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya punches the Spider and throws it at Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his crossbow in case the Spider survives Shadows attack. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job Shadown T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts his crossbow on his belt and looks at the Dead Corpse of The Red Spider. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala peers intently at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles and Shadow turns into a horse. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs a hook that he had in his bag and starts tieing the Dead Spider. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya mounts the Dead Spider on Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya mounts up and rides away. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices several mercenaries targetting hi T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes from their sight before they even blink and appears behind them breaking their joints one by one T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya throws a knife at one of the mercenaries. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that should be all of them T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks for the help Irya T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya comes upon you with a gray horse with a Huge Dead Spider mounted upon it. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye loots them as they lie down unable to move a finger T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: nice ring youve got there... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appraises his loots T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i feel more like thief than a master assassin nowadays T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i should stop this habit of mine T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at the spider on Iryas horse T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: can i have some venom from that? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i learned venomancy from the lizardpeople, i can put it to good use T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah sure. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "Wake The Dark Wolf...Rememberance at last" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to the huge dead spider and plucks its fangs and harvests its venoms T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? what was that? chanting? or lore! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "When he sees her smile his heart turns in flames for the ice is broken as he lives hapily" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is a song. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The first part was Yoinks legends and this one is my own song. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, good song, that is... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "As she wakes the White Wolf...The Darkness is gone" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "So have no fear as the Witcher comes" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You done? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks away T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: here this should help you a little T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gives Irya a bottle of poison T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thank you. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have to see my beautiful wife now. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: cheers T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) (Glowing) Colori: im bleeding please send help T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whips the horse and charges in the direction of the town. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala meanders out of the Jungle of Illusions, fur matted with blood. He takes a deep breath and poises himself upon an over looking cliff. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around for the souce of sound T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala watching with an obvious bemused look upon his face as Colori struggles... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: You really in need of help down there? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) (Glowing) Colori: my butt its bleeding T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) (Glowing) Colori: help! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears next to Colori T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala scoffs and curls up in a ball, napping in the sunlight's warmth. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Colori T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youre a vampire, are you? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala suddenly lifts his head, a concerned look dawns upon his brow as his nose detects the scent of a distant and powerful enemy, steadily drawing nearer... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Duvala T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala shouts from the cliff top, "You guys better get going! Somet T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands Colori a blood red potion and a green poulice with leaves T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala shouts from the cliff top, "You guys better get going! Something dastardly, this way comes! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is it? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala studies the horizon for confirmation... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) (Glowing) Colori: its zack morris hes comming for you all! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye covers Colori with his own coat that camoflauges with its surroundings T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye blends into a tree and disappears T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye whispers from nowhere, "do you know how to use potions?" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala after several minutes of keen sniffing and peering into the distance, a MASSIVE shadow begins growing over the terrain... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: "It approaches!" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala chans a strange hex and appears to be gone, but you can hear his soft whimpering, being drowned out by the cacophany of enormous beating wings... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: The calamity, the doom-bringer, the flame, it is nigh..." T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye reappears wearing a fluid like shadow coat and a sharp sword T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Shall we attempt to make a stand against the beast? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why not? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: It may be frivolous, be warned... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it will be fun but dangerous T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye jumps next to Duvala T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Lives will be lost, but if enough of our peers rally together, we may injure it gravely... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if it is living, i can kill it. if it is not... then there must be another way T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala howls into the sky, summoning a large pack of feral Dire Wolves. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ha ha haa! i looove the wolvens! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala draws a gigantic axe from an impossibly small satchel and whispers incantations into the weapon. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye joins into the pack of dire wolves T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye naturally blends into the pack T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala shouts with all he can muster, "Prepare for your test, oh death dealing Wyrm!" T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala stands tall alongside his new comrade as the gargantuan dragon's shadow grows larger still... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vaporizes and then materializes on the wyrm trying to find a weak spot which he finds none and jumps back down beside Duvala T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that guys, really dangerous. are you sure about this? i think we need more warriers who can distract this T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala huddles his group closer together, a strategy need be formed. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: A distraction! exactly... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya moves you closer to him. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have a plan. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bash it! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala mutters a strange phrase and creates thirty illusions of himself... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya! youre back! just when we need a witcher! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am a ghost T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is my ghost essence. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye is confused T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala sends his illusions in a scattered formation, all howling at the Wyrm, getting it's attention. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Accidentaly dropped my gem here. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: damn it! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Everyone retreat! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: When I come in...We are gonna strike. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: "You see the beast fly? We must ground the beast... I might be able to chill it's wings enough to bring it down..." T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls you all in a portal. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no need T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Get out of there...You guys...He is gonna turn into a Dragon! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Irya, are we to abandon our lands and flee? Or stand and die fighting! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Better to live another day and fight! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There is no shame in running fool! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: There will be nothing left for which to fight! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am busy. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sheaths his brittle sword and unwraps his real sword, Iradei. The sword radiates a terrifing aura T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can't fight! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: I see... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: You can help us with observation? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya charges in from the portal and throws his silver sword at the monster's weakspot. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his eye patch on his right eye and reveals his eye of green marked with a symbol of the forgotten Ancients T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at his clock as the monster is bleeding out heavily. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Better watch out gentlemen! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this one doesnt have any weak spots, i looked for it T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala grabs Greeneye, putting him on a shoulder, and leaps high into the air, landing on the Wyrm's back. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I know where it is. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Greeneye, you target the left wing and I the right! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: In the side of the mouth! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i understand! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Cut it! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala enchants his axe with frosts of the forgotten north, and swings with all his might at the joint holding the wing. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles deeper and Shadow turns into a Dragin bringing the Wyrm down. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye rends the left wing cutting cleanly off but using his own blood as a price of power T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his sword and stabs it's head. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: Irya can you for ONCE not spoil it with a damned dog?!? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is a dead fool. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: dude T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The dog is life the dog is rock! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Devout Duvala: You put me off. Cheers T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do I see your warriors complaining? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around at the situation T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We killed The Wyrm. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do I look like I had a hard time? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well... i guess not everything is too weak to kill T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver kills them easier! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You guys use steel! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you call this steel? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You fight like you are wielding a sword for the first time. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Except for Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye shows Irya his own sword T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver is the ONLY thing that works. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye puts the eyepatch back on his right eye and wraps Iradei with the sealing cloth before he straps it on his back T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts both of his swords behind his back. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, duty is calling. i shall come a bit later T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes after he says his farewell T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I wuv you too! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns from his duties T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, the life of an assassin T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks into a pub T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... where is he again? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sits in a corner but is accidentally camaflaged and someone tried to sit on him T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: next time becareful where you sit T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye warned the man T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bah! this is why i dont like humans... wait... im a human as well... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye orders a steak and eats it T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye eats more like wolf than a human and it catches attention of everyone in the pub T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pays for the food and exits the pub. He later realizes he got more money than he paid and curses his habit for it T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks on a field T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya is checking out a dead dragon while Shadow is sniffing around. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye greeneye notices a flower looking at him and before he could do anything the flower teleports him T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey Friend! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya waves his arms around. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good fight that one with The Wyrm. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye crawls out from the mouth of the dragon and gives Irya and his dog a fright T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bah! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: argh, that stupid flower T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh It is you. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Anyway If you guys are fighting a monster call me...spare your men. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: those flowers must be stamped on T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will... but you should participate as well T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Did you see how easily I killed that Wyrm? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And that town still owes me my payment. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that wyrm was legendary. it shouldnt die that easily T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have a pretty wife to feed and me because I eat a lot. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It wasn't Legendary. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Legendary have golden skins. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, this one is a shadow type T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not much then My sword is crafted by light and wolf magic. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait a moment i have to fetch something quickly T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So no wonder it died easily...Also it is a Silver sword so 3 weaknesses in a sword. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: we have to hunt together sometime T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Really? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but after i fetch my sword T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You have no experience of monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: me? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can kill a Golem with my finger. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im an assassin, a master assassin T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Doesn't matter a Charger could kill you in a second. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ive lived with the vampires and hunted with the vampires T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Or even a runner. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Vampires don't know anything but to hunt something weaker than them. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jhav: Master assassins are allergic to punctuation, I see. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who are you? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i swam with the lizardpeople and played poker with the demons. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was raised by a Witcher all my life. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Witcher George. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry Jhav, its not an allergy, i am just uneducated T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who are you then? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't catch your name...Jhav was it? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: . o 0 (using a cellphone is hard even like it is) T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: either way, just wait for a minute T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye places a black crystal and enters it T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You got a wife Jhav? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears from the portal with a light steel armour on and a sword on his belt T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Show off! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im back T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, not at all T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im a human T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i need armour T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... do you have any favourite hunting grounds? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: by the way i do agree that you have more experience than i do on hunting monsters but i have more skills in doing so T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You think You are worthy against a Master Monster-Huntern T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, not really... you respawn T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and you have a insane regen speed T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah and Bigger Strength. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And reflexes. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am still in a critical condition after the last fight T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How are you damaged? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... lets just say that i cant use most of my assassin skills T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its a bit difficult to get into details right now T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good because I wouldn't listen to it anyway. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Can I be honest with you? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Without Shadow we wouldn't stand a chance. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: on who? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Wyrm. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is the one that brought it down. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... true T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And locked it in place. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so i was right to go all out. i thought it was a waste... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Wyrm can turn into a Ultimate Dragon...Not funny at all. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, you see... i normally dont face dragons or their types T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I face everything...all the time. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youre a witcher, what would you expect? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks a blood red potion T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: okay, lets get going then T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, where were we going again? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was investigating this dragon. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Listen...You ever planned on getting married? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hm? the one i got teleported into? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i had many chances from many races but i chose to be free T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If you do...Buy your wife flowers...Tell her how much you love her...Kiss her every morning. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, it is good to settle down as well T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but im not ready for that T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Your time will come. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you are a one happy wolfen arent you? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am more than happy. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i envy you but at the same time i dont T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im glad the you are happy, because if you arent, no one will be... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good :) T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i meant it in a bad way.. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but anyways, what is with this dragon? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I dunno...Something killed it. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: didnt you killed it yourself? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Someone else did...But I dunno who. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at shadow T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks for damages done to the dragon T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't kill it...But what did?...Or who? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya is lost in his thoughts. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tries his outmost best to turn the corpse over but instead coughs up blood T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks another potion like before T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya ignores everything around him still lost in his thoughts. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: help me lift this T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do not lift it. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Look at the teeth. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at the scratched teethn T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks to the mouth and stares at the teeth T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You know what Creature can do that...A Sea Wraith. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... but i dont know what this means T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sea? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They took part of it's teeth. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes They usually come from seas and they have a form similar to human. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They collect bones nails pretty much anything. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if you talk about seas, i also lived with the merpeople but not for a long time... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and sea wraiths are something ive never thought i would see T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Their ships made out of human bone. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ooh... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sounds fantastic T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: are they friendly? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is horrible infact they killed children and are very hostile. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oops T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... what does this mean? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye points at the dragon T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They are coming this way. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: umm... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: they are strong right? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Extremely...can break your neck with their fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is their weakspots T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Also magicians. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They wear bone armor so same as human. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine, i fought warlocks they will be nothing to it T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But these guys have the spell Aard. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im just worried about their weapons T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: spell Aard? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They can push you and their weaponry is a arsenal of demon and manhunting weapons. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It can push you and damage you. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if they can see me right? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They know how to fight. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They can see. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You can't sneak up behind it expecting zero problems. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Things are like tanks. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ill use wolfen desguise T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What will that do? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ill disguise T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They will still see it. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, but as a different thing or as one of them T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Everything! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They can see eachother via blood link and they have incredible vision. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: then ill use vampiric invisibility T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How much you want to bet my wife is gonna do a better job of killing them than me? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: depends on who your wife is and what she can do T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Believe me...When she gets angry...Even the Spartans would be shakingn T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: every husband says that T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the ones that have a right head T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah I guess. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... vampiric invisibility will fool them i guess T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Won't they have a vision of a Oracle. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: they do?! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How do you think they go through winds and fogs? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what the heck are they?! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Wraiths. T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... that makes perfect sence T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sense * T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: then ill have to use my ultimate abilith T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: mistify T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i know its a head on attack, but it will do T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Greeneye stop scrying lol T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job but seriously no need lol T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i never knew i had this spell T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its quite cool T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job but please stop lol T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good job man! T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: does this work on qmobs as well? T3/r7/2014-08-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gets bored of waiting T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stand on a shore of crystal blue ocean T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast appears and looks around T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices HellaBeast in the distance T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Long time no see friend! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: emote looks at you two looking around and starts to wonder....how far off is this magical place T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast yells hello to greeneye and zyboria T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: . o 0 (to emote in channels, use ":" without the "") T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to HellaBeast and Zyboria T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i have not seen you for a very long time, Zyboria. How have you been doing? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you too HellaBeast T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how did you manage to escape the forest? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: I happened apon a portal and found this place T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, welcome to the Outworld! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just joking T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it is just somewhere i happen to wait for someone T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh well you found us T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria found the colon lol T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye nudges Hellabeast on his side and whispers, "assassin business" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: right I understand 'buiseness' T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, tell us about yourself Zyboria. I quite dont remember too well... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Or would you rather stay quiet about it? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria i have come from a far off distant land... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: I believe itmwas the land of themlizard people right z? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry, just lost in thought for a second there T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria yes now i am in a wuest for knowledge T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: did anything happen while i was up in the clouds? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria so i have sought out HellaBeast T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think i missed a lot of details havent i? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well zyboria being fhe princess that she is has needed quite a bit of help T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am sorry Zyboria, i missed the main point... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... i see... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you were a princess? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: my apologies your highness... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: I habe helped her out in all the ways I can being a noble battlemage and all T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am very dark and unworthy but if you seek help, i will help you with all i can T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sees a man running towards him T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria i have ridden far so i was tired from my journey T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye greets the man in exotic language and speaks to him very seriously and the man leaves after handing him a sack full of gems and other precious items. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: my father sent me to learn the world and gave me 500 of his best men T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry for the interruption, your highness. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: from what jungle or swamp are you from? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: maybe i may know some of your people as they have taken good care of me in the past T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: i hail from the land of Verume T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Khendachi: I Hail From The Realm Of The 9 Hells T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah! that is exactly the place that i learnt permanent underwater beathing technique T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria yes we have taught many in hope of someday they return the favor T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i did and i will continue to do so your highness T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast using his magic, he summons chairs a bar and drinks for everyone. then he smiles. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now if you will excuse me, i have a business to run in the darker parts of the world T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria you have my leave T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gives Hellabeast gold coins and takes a quick drink before saying his thanks T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: goodluck with your endevors greeneye I hope to see you again T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i hope it doesnt take too long T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye jogs towards the forest and disappears in the shadows of it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides his horse through the rain. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster is stalking Irya again. When will she get a clue? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks back. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...What?! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster stomps a puddle and splashes mud all over Irya! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at you with a angry face while he cleans himself. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster runs away from Irya in utter terror and horror! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hello irya T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...Hey. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster offers Hellabeast a cookie. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster offers Hellabeast a cookie. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: asplod T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) KERBANG! HellaBeast's head just a sploded! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster picks up all the pieces of Hellabeast head, and use it for torso armour on his latest evil sceintist monster creation. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast screams oh no im armor T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster takes some big needel and fishing wire and sow Hellabeast lip closed on the monsters chest. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster looks at his bloody creation in awe, while the monsters nipples blink innocently.. wait isnt that Hellabeast eyes? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters a noisy pub quietly so that nobody notices him T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around the pub as if he is searching for an individual T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks to a dark corner of the pub and sits next to some shadowy figure who looks at him and hnad him a bag of precious crystals T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks out of the pub before anyone notices him T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye casually swings a pouch of gold while whistling to himself on a street somehere T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices a bounty hunter in the corner of his eye but he tries to act natural since unneccessary fight is unneccessary T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sees them following him in a very "casual" manner. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster the bounty hunter of Futura city gets wisp of potent sulpher smell in the air, he peers around him intently. His bounty is near. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices that the bounty hunter is running after him at full speed T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs much faster than them. avoiding the contact T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs but is caught up by the bounty hunters T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, wait a minute... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya comes down the street and sees you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is going on here? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye breaths in deeply and calms himself down T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just a misunderstanding T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Need any help? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stands there panting as the bounty hunters looks at their wanted papers that matches greeneye's face T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... maybe... yes T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Men back away...Or else. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges a slash from a knife and breaks the man's arm. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye unsheaths his sword as the bounty hunters notice Irya as one of their targets T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya uses the knife and slits the man's throat and then throws the knife at the second man. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is all yours. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye cuts down people who leaves an opening T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No problem. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye frightens the rest of them leaving them running for their lives T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his crossbow and starts shooting them. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: there wasnt a need for that... waste of ammo... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They are dead anyway. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya returns his crossbow to his belt. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where were you going to? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My cabin. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah... you have a cabin? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala peers around herself intently. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was buying gorceries. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at kythrala T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see... wolfens buy groceries... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am cooking something for me and my wife. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala turns her emerald gaze to Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: dont you normally hunt for your own meal? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am more human than you think. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i do that and im a human. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: isnt it ironic? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...I am kinda lazy and all. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at kythrala again to confirm something T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala raises an eyebrow at Greeneye's weird actions. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: a lazy wolfen... youre the first one i met... after all those years of living amoung them T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait a moment. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to Kythrala T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, hellow there! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala grins. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: hello to you too T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: nice to meet you, have i met you before? or is it my memory playing tricks on me again? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: perhaps, I'm often wandering around T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: around... around where? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: of course other races often say us elves all look alike T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: well, wherever the road takes me T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, not me by chance T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i once lived with the elves to learn and teach things T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ahh you must have done well to earn their trust T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i did... it took years... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but it was worth it, every second. Their knowledge is vast and their skills sharp T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: haha sounds like my kind, alright T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, look at me... i was on my way to... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: way to where? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, either way it wont take too long... but i will be back sooner or later T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala blinks innocently. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye whispers in Kythrala's ear, "im a master assassin even if i look like this... its business elvens would normally hate" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) StarKitten Kythrala: ah, I understand T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs into the forest and disappears T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns from the forest with many scars and enters the pub T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks out from the pub carrying his newly earned pouch of gems T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around for signs of dangers T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now... where to use this money... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around again T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster points at Dexter. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at JellyMonster T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides past Greeneye with a drake mounted on the horse. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster hypnotizes Greeneye and commands him to kill Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hey, Irya, whats that on your horse? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A drake. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A rather small one actually. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye counters the mind control T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, really, where do you find all these dragons? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Everywhere T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at JellyMonster fiercely T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what was that for? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dismounts his horse. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks towards Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey what happened back there with those men? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: which men? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thosr that attacked you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Those that attacked you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the bounty hunters? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What did you do? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, you killed most of them and i let few of them go but you killed every last one of them T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: in the end, they are all dead T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya, do you have time? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: For what? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya crosses his arms and listens to you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hunting of course! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: last time i was distracted by a teleporting flower T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Okay...Let me hear it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: um... i am not entirely a witcher... i dont kill things unless i am ordered or contracted to T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok what do you need hunted down and how much are you paying? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, not that... the umm... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: for fun T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh a Game. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you know... when people hunts things for fun T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What needs to be hunted? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont know... its my first time doing it T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Search for a monster...Who knows I might teach you to become a Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im finally back to my full health. so lets try something hard T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How about a pack of Harpies? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at The Harpies flying around. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: harpies? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Harpy. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at them T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ever heared of one? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Half-Women Half-Bird. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just say its a monster T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont hurt women T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Weakspots...Wings Neck and In between the legs If They start carrying you away. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: unless contracted to T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...How about... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Mjo? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Half Dear Half Bear. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Mjo? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yeah, now that sounds like hunting! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They have a long name..I can't seem to remember it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This thing is HUGE. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So weakspot...Head. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How about you try fighting against it? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: isnt that same for most of the things alive? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: me? alone? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am gonna watch you don't worry. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i can try... if i know what they do... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the Monster taunting you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Charge Smash and basically Crush. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They are like a dear and Bear at once. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh dear... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Watch out for sweeps....And also If they grab you stab em in the eye. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: understood T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So a lot of dodging and all. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im good at that T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "I drink Dark Elixir that Fill my Gut With Power" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "I drink Dark Elixirs that Fill my Gut With Power" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "There is no pain I can feel...True retribution I deal through Silver and Steel" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks a blood red potion that heals his scars T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gives you a dark red potion. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The potion is swallow it regenerates you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Drink It. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye holds a long sharp blade T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks the potion that Irya gave T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pats you on the shoulder and gives you a long Silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hm? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Only thing that can go through their skin. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gives you a dark blue elixir T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine, im used to this one T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This one harddens your skin. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands back the silver sword T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Use the Silver. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You can barely penetrate through the eye without the Silver. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thia ones edges are woven with diamond T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Doesn't matter. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver is magic. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is like Holy Light To the Monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hands you a Silver Dagger. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Try this. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sheaths his sword and tosses it to the side and wields the silver sword and belts the dagger T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good...Drink the blue elixir. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: quite light T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a white potion from his bag and gives it to you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks the blue elixir T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The White one gives you more focus. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It almost slows down time for you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye dinks the white one as well T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks the white one as well T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is all. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Go get it boy. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whoa! im much faster! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes his explosive bolt and loads it on a One-Handed Crossbow. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya aims at the monster just incase. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There is a potion that boosts your speed. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We call it The Wolf Potion. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye disapears as the ground that he was on splits and he appears behind the monster in no time T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You drank The Cat,The Turtle and Swallow! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps the crossbow aimed as the monster goes berserk. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on kill it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the monster as it raises it's left hand trying to sweep. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye strikes the back of the huge monster and gives several deep scars T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Watch out!...It is trying to grab you! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye evades carefully T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya panics as the monster bashes you at the tree. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is fast! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Do NOT underestimate it! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye plans his attacks and readies for the next attack T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Jump on the arm! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it IS fast! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps his crossbow aimed as the monster tries to do a sweep. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Go for the Head once you reach the arm!!! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye jumps on the beasts arm and slides the sword across the arm as he runs towards the head T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is gonna grab you! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya shoots the bolt at It's face to keep it from grabbing you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vanishes and appears far away T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: damn it difficult! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok let me show you how It is done. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, i got this T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Fine...Watch out for the grab...It can crush you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya loads the crossbow as the Monster starts charging at your direction. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his eyepatch and reveals his green eye T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya aims the crossbow carefully. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye swings the sword widely and cuts everything at a distance T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You turned my sword into a Spirit Weapon!...Cool!!! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stabs the sword into the ground and a Chaotic circle appears around him as the sword shakes violently T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't break it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya shoots the silver bolt at the monster eye making it slow down. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye slashes the sword in the direction of the beast cutting it in half T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the remains. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya claps at Greeneye's performance. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at the sword T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the Silver sword from your hands. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You almost broke it. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its not broken... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts it gently on his back. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But you almost did. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: magic imbued? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It took you almost all of the energy of the sword just to kill a Mjo! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, now its Chaotic imbued as well T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You and me gotta work on your fighting skills. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, i dont use magic for sword skills T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I kill a Mjo just by normally using the sword. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: true T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i normally kill things in one hit before they retaliate T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It takes skill to wield this. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont have skill on swords T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You got the theory but not the combat. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pats the hidden sword on his back T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this, is not a sword T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is it? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you are right, Chaotic art is just theory... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the two swords on his back. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well...Good job I guess. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it is a tool that lets me modify the Chaotic properties T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts looking at the gear on it's belt. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts looking at the gear on his belt. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands the silver dagger from his belt to Irya T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Thanks for letting me use it T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Smoke Grenades...Check...Fire Bombs...Check...Throwing knives...Check...Frost Bombs...Check...Ripper...Check...Hmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye puts back the eyepatch and covers his right eye T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ah...Lanter Bomb...Check...One Handed Crossbow...Check... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye gives Irya the pouch of gems that Greeneye got from his last job T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver Dagger...Check...Silver throwing axe...Check... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Woah...Thanks! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you wont be able to remove the Chaotic property on your silver sword. use this to buy a new one if it distracts you T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have Holy Magic on this too so yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And I need to build one. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it wont bother you too much since you need to learn Chaotic art to feel the difference first T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I know that art...I am not a pro at it but I have knowledge T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i thought this world wouldnt have it... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im from a totally different plane you know... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: either way... it was fun T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: next time, help me. you now saw how bad i am atdealing monsters that doesnt die in one hit. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Maybe I can teach you :) T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ... you can... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can teach you everything you need :) T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how long does a wolfen normally tend to live? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: In my case...400 years. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so how are you old then? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 200 years That is 30 In human years. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sits on a nearby stone and tends his damages T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya Gives you a light red potion T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: 30... How old do you think i am? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Older. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye laughs T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: true, so true T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks the light red potion and sees its effect T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There wounds gone T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont remember my age when i came here... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am 200 but You humans see me as a 30 year old. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Actually, i dont remember anything the first time i appeared here T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but this Chaos inside me tells me im ages older than time itself T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, either way, it doesnt matter anymore T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am as old as my Hometown Yoinks. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how about you take me to your town for once T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i want to meet them T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is the problem. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It disappeared. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what?! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: a town?! gone?! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The town just gone poof. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: when was the last time you saw it? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: When I was a boy. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Witcher found me. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... i see T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And trained me to be one. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Witcher George was his name. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... i think i heard the name somewhere... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Really? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He was the first dragonslayer. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I killed my first Mjo at the age of 15. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: By that time I had a 100 years in me. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no wonder i heard of him T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You saw his painting at the temple? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont recall the temple T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where was the temple? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I seem to forget too...On a mountain. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What other Witcher do you know? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not many... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Tell me one T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Besides George and Me. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm.. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: actually, none! i cant remember his name! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Geralt? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Geralt Of Rivia?...Never Heared of him? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no none of them T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no wait T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think ive seen glimpses Rivia a few times T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but my memory can be playing tricks on me T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stands up T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: look here, we need to go somewhere before it gets dark T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: or are you fine with this? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Let's go... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hops on his horse. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hope on. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hops on the horse behind Irya T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where to? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Town. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides on to the town. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mind the drake on the back please. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye holds the drake and looks at it carefully T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... nice drake T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: didnt see many of them this close before T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: any * T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Irya, recommend me a pub T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was thinking sorry. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmm...Let's Go to Spice and Wolf Inn...It is down the road. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That drake Messed with the wrong guy. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sounds fine T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: do they eat wolf meat there? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They hunt animals...But not wolves. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They are your good old fashioned inn. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They have bards and everything. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sounds... normal T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Only look at this...The Innkeeper is a wolf in disguise. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it seems that Dyvina isnt in her pub today T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is a dangerous one I tell you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: a wolfen? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A Half-Wolf disguised as human. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I would kill her but who would serve my most favourite wine and meat? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She hails from Yoinks. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye laughs out loud T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Just like me. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: really? is she also a survivor? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Me and her are the only ones that survived. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She is younger than me...She has...180 or something like that. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: still longer than normal humans T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah..Her daughter is a newborn...30 years. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: One more decade and she can learn how to hunt. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: newborn T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yes...30 years old... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: 30? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: isnt that more like a toddler? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well She is 3 years old in human years but I still call her a newborn. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She doesn't know how to hunt yet. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, im sure that she isnt lethal to humans T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if she doesnt know how to hunt T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She can bite I will give you that. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, she can bite T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...She can give a good beating to wood. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: She usually bites wood and all. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, i need a present then T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bare with because we are gonna enter a snow climate. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye disappears and reappears holding a rabbit by its ears T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: cute. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: freashly caught T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am bringing her this drake. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, youre cheating T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you thought of that just now T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey It is my old friend...I gotta bring a living drake :) T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: true... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Watch out...It might bite your butt. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at the drake he is holding T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i would like to see it try... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...I kinda removed It's teeth. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye forcefully opens the drake's mouth T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: quite a young one... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Agreed. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: are we there yet? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Almost. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think im feeling the chills T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is ballfreezing snow here. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: remember, i dont have fur like you and im wearing light armour right now T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: One of the main Witcher resistances is cold...We put you naked in the snow. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh yes, by the way, im not a witcher... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye rattles in the cold T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on...Take it like a man. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: okay T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his eyepatch and his greeneye glows slightly T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at a lodge up on tbe small hill. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at a lodge up on the small hill. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stops shaking T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh! we are close! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dismounts his horse. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye follows suit T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts walking towards the lodge. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drags the drake and tries to catch up Irya T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait up! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya knocks on the door. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this thing is heavy! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the drake from your hand and puts it on his shoulders. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya knocks on the door. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya opens the door and looks down at a 3 year old child. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hi there T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya crouches down and drops the drake infront of her. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello there... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Where is your mother? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the direction the girl points at. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hands her the rabbit that was trying its outmost best to struggle free from the grasp T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smiles as the child giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya opens another door and starts looking around. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sees a HUGE fireplace at the front and people looking at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hides his right eye with an eyepatch and shakes from the cold T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hears the words of a bard :"Better make way when the Witcher comes" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly passes through the crowd of people and walks up to the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye follows behind Irya looking around the whole place T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey...Psssst...Sis! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is me sister! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya hugs her. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How are you? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at her T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am fine I was just passing through... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hey Amarty! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You ok... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya handshakes with Amarty and His Sister. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Holo...How is business? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around in confusion T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya buries his face in his hand and sighs, shaking his head. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well gotta go...Damn Gorillas ain't gonna kill themselves. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs Greeneye and jumps through the window T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bye! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye! T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina pounces on Form Aldehyde, pinning him to the ground. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith emerges from a cloud of white mist and scans the horizen... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina blinks. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles and sits down by a tree with a bottle of brandy, and offers you some T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Why, thank you. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith produces two cups to drink from... and pours the brande inside... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes a little sip before sitting down on the grass. "Doesn't taste poisoned." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: .oO(Because when I want to test brandy for poison, the first thing I do is put it to my lips...) T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith looks offended "now why would i poisen you?" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grins evilly at Evil Druid Turrillius. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Most sure-fire way to test it, Sir. If you die, it's poisoned. If you don't, it's not. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't know why you'd poison me, but a few reasons spring to mind. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles as he taps his massive longbow "if i wanted you dead, we wouldent be holding this Conversation..." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Probably not, I'd notice you notching an arrow and go into stalking mode instantly. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And then wait until you get bored and leave. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith raises his bow and fires within a blink of an eye... hitting a branch of a tree causing it to explode on impact... T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Exploding arrows? Haven't seen that in a while. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "it hit the thin part of the branch where it was split causing it to splinter... looking as if it exploded T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina nods. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Fun fun. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith holds an arrow out "see no modifacations at all just a simple braudhead..." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits back onto the trunk of the tree... "care to try?" T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Then er, how would you kill the undead with it? T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes a dagger from her boot and pegs it in the ground. The grass around it instantly withers and dies. "I prefer knives, but thanks for the offer." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith bursts out lauphing "Haha! thats simple... you hit the part of their brain where it connects to their spinal chord... even zombies cant move if paralized..." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm not a zombie, I'm a vampire. It'll just regenerate. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits back "yea... but thats where my silver daggers come in handy... dont worry i throw those just as well so you dont have to worry i wont harm ya..." T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina gets up and downs the rest of the brandy. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm off, thank you for the drink, it's been fun. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina disappears. T3/r7/2014-08-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles and stands.... mist soon forms around him and he is soon Engulfed by it... as the mist fades he is gone... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides through the Autumn Forest. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast scans the area and sees irya. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hello T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slows down. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You sober? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ish... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You like drinking. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm yah I suppose. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dismounts his horse. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast summons chairs and drinks. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No thanks...I am not planning to sit. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh ok T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But I will take the drink. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast hands irya a drink. and with his other hand he banishes the chairs T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts drinkinh T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: so what brings you to this forest? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: just passing through? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya glances about, licking his muzzle hungrily. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina drags Irya across the road. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is it? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina points to the dragon on the roof of the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I tried to shoo the bloody thing, but it just keeps laying eggs in the windows. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes out his box and opens it up you see elixirs. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And I'm not getting my hands dirty, you can friggin' T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: kill it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks a red elixir and black one and a blue one. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya gets his one-handed crossbow from his belt and loads it with a silver bolt. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya aims the crossbow and shoots the dragon on the wing and it falls from the roof. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks towards the dragon loading his crossbow and after drawing his silver sword. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a hit of the fire from the dragon and has only slight burns...He shoots the dragon near the eye and charges at it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slashes the dragon and dodges it's bites. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs the dragon by the jaw and pulls it down continuously stabbing it in the head. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya lets go of the jaw and kicks the dragons head breaking it's jaw. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Hurry up, Lawrence already has a pot boiling inside. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps on the dragons head and smashes it with his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He made scrambled dragon's eggs. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps from the head as the dragon falls down dead. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Payment please. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 1000 gold. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I have something better. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hands you a silver sword, imbedded with a molten blue liquid resembling lava. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And what could that possibly be? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's worth a couple thousand, if you're not going to use it yourself. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya compares the sword with his. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I found it lying around next to a dead vampire hunter on the first floor. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is the weakest craftsmanship I have seen in my life...But It could sell very well. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And what could that possibly be? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina shrugs helplessly. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sell it, then. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't give away gold. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A lava sword...Hmm...It will sell. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I accidentally cut my hand with it, it doesn't heal as fast as normal. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Slows down a vampire's healing process. Nasty thing. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So a vampire slaying sword I might decompose it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And add a upgrade to my sword. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I already have Essence slaying Chaos Enchant and Magic Enchant on this sword so why not Vampire Enchantment. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I suppose. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You gain a extra 2 quest points 'MCCP Bonus'. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Excuse me :) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Excuse you for what? What did you do? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nothing...I burped. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well that's nasty. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Friggin' living things and their... burping. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Excuse me. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Excuse you, again? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Excuse me for excusing so much. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Anyway...I taught Lawrence how to make some good Dragon Steak. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: what a waste T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I actually like his slop. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: after years and years of it, you get used to it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He has a book of recipes. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I gave it to him and I can say a hanfull of people came to the pub T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Why would you do that? That's awful, I don't want that many... ugh... clients! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We can't always stick to the new ways...We need to improve. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They were all vampires. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Plus more blood on the steak. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I prefer tradition... but if they were vampires, that's not so bad... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You need to improve tradition isn't always good. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: All of them were vampires...Hell even Greeneye liked it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't want good, I like my dingy little pub with its poisonous bathroom. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Otherwise, blood forbid, it'll turn into one of those... nice places. Like your sister had. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yuck. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My sister has the Best pub in the region. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes, and that's awful. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Can't deal with those... nice... places. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Why 3 Witchers protecting that place people drinking having fun T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I miss those days. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Then go have fun there. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can't too much work to be done here. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Like what nogal? We have a Lawrence, and four working chairs. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Monsters and all. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have monsters to kill. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And I need enough money to move to the northern region. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: 'slong as you don't get violent in my fine establishment, all's well. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah...alright. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles and there comes Shadow walking down the road. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a bone whistle and Shadow turns into a horse. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks up and mounts the horse. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, that's weird. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Agreed. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This horse was given to me and linked with me at the age of 5. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Witcher George gave him to me. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This "dog" T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I sometimes forget what animal he is. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Witcher George? You people sure have some odd names. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Witcher is his title...George is his name. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: George Isaac Mjoran...Is his name. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yes well Witcher George still sounds damn funny. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: it's like... Cleric Longbottom T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is the first Dragonslayer amongst the Witcher slayer of Wraiths and Demons. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grins to herself. You must wonder what's on her mind. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: YES, but his name is still GEORGE T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls to the ground and rolls around, laughing hysterically. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He can be who he wants but he'll remain ol' Georgie T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dead George. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He died sadly. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks down and pets Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Did Dead ol' Georgie get eatoen? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: eaten * T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No...Died of Age. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Then he really is Dead ol' Georgie :P T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He had Shadow with him his whole life and when I turned 5 he gave Shadow to me. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He trained me and when I turned 25...He died. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Sad sad. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: May his soul rest in peace. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yeah, may Ol' Georgie be happy in death and whatnot T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And the monsters he slew shall fear him even in death because this wolf amulet I have is his. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Righty-o T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm not scared of ol' George, but I'm sure his name rings fear into people T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: "Ol' George" Ooohhh, goosebumps T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hugs Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Didn't your father teach you how to hide from Witcher George? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm just messing with you T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No, my father taught me how to rip throats. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thanks. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well If your father was up against my father he would have gone poof. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Anyway...How is business going? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well...Anyway...Shadow sorry for sitting on your back for this long. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Let's go to the bounty board shall we? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: 'Course he'd go poof, that's what we do when we disappear. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Business is booming, as it should be. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya turns Shadow in the direction of the town and rides onward. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts singing to pass the time. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: " They Shun my ways and Avoid My Gaze." T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina flies overhead, curious about what you're up to. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "Better make way...When The Witcher comes...Better make make way when the Witcher comes." T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: 'I drink dark Elixirs that gulf my guts in power...There is no pain that I can feel only blood that boils" T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "I have no love for Senartors Imms and Politicians I don't share their thrill with tiresome politics" T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: "I hunt my way for memory my pieces if the past I blast through a horde of men with valor and speed" T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya forgets most of the song and starts whistling the tune. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit George why didn't you write the song down for me? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I kinda made that up stop being angry with me Shadow I know my singing is horrible. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slows Shadow down as he is almost to the Bounty Board. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dismounts and walks up to the board. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmm...Nekkar...Nekkar...Oh...Kraken. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Payment...10.000 gold...Not bad. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina hovers next to you. "You gonna kill all of them for a measly 10000?" T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No the Kraken is 10.000 T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Nekkars...both of them...6.000. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You mind If I stay in one of your rooms? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Of course not, you keep us in meat, we'll give you board. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya mounts up and cuts through the air as he goes back to the pub. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina follows you from the skies. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Maybe I should leave my amulet infront of the door...Won't want any Vampires going in. ) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'd get in anyway, it's my building. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at Dyvina suspiciously. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't you dare bite me. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My blood would kill you...Full of mutagen. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Why would I do that? Wolfen blood is so... rich. Yuck. It's fatty, and you don't know where it's been T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( That brings some peace to me atleast. ) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks down at his stomach. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Am I fat? ) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hmmm...Nah. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You aren't. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How the hell can you know what I am thinking? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh...Vampire...right. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No one'll hurt or try to hurt or bite you in the pub, ever. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: If they do, I put Lawrence on them, and you don't want that. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps off the horse and waits for you to land. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya opens the door and keeps the door open for you to pass. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina crashes into the ground, leaving a big dent. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Thank you T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ladies first. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina walks into the pub gracefully. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly goes in and closes the door. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Will Shadow get some food out there? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Lawrence give Shadow some slop!!! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina takes the bucket of slop from Lawrence and walks outside to feed Shadow. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sits by the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence doesn't go outside. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh...Why? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He's bound to the pub, he can't. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh...Lawrence...Give me some ale? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina returns and takes one of the mugs of ale from Lawrence. He hands you the other. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Cheers T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Kampai! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clings his mug with you and drinks. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina chugs half of the mug before smashing it down on the bar happily. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya smashes a empty mug at the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...One more. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: One more mug? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina stares at you through barely focusing eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes another mug from Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina grabs an entire big bowl of mead. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks the mug and smashes it down on the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: More... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs a barrel full of mead and drinks it until it is empty. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Damn, take it easy. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sips at the bowl of mead. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes another barrel and drink it till it is dry again. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya breathes heavily. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly gets up giving Lawrence a cold look. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If...I wash a youngshter If yee had whoreshh around here...Ish would... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya burps loudly. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You woulds whats? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya falls down. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Screww...Hehehe... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly gets up. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya barely takes a dark green elixir from his pocket and drinks it. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya almost pukes as he becomes sober after a minute. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I thought... it was against your beliefs... to screw. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: When I was...a...youngster. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I told you that...If I was a youngster and you had prostitutes here...They would be gone in a second but I am grown now. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: We don't have prostitutes, but we do have that old bad in room 207 who likes a good tumble. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am married I love my wife and My time with that is over I don't like it anymore. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Good point T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Where is my room? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Room 206 T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Second floor hallway. Think the bathroom's been teleported close to there. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am next to the...Ewwww... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Nah, the bathroom teleported right in between you and the ol' bat. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: So for the next twelve hours, you won't be next to her. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Phew. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And tomorrow morning, some of our guests will be off, and you can move a floor down T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: right into 137, in the Haunted Hall T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya goes up the stairs and starts searching for the room. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina looks up the stairs, wondering if Irya's alright. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya does some loud things in his room. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Seems fine then. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Dammit... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya does some hammering that the sound makes Lawrence shiver T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya opens the door slightly. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: DYVINA!!! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Can I get a kettle up here, Please? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A kettle? For bloody what? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: A party? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am upgrading my sword I need something to burn my Meteorite. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well er... fine then. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts his hand out the door. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina plugs out one of the three kettles in the kitchen and brings it up to your room. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Thanks! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Er, sure. Just don't break it, eh. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the kettle and closes the door immideately. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya continues hammering and the sound of fire can be heared. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles loudly. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya finishes hammering and all of that nonsense. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya exits out of his room leaving the kettle on the bar. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina sits with her bowl of mead and wonders what Irya's been doing. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya draws his sword and puts it infront of you. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points the new blue carving near the tip. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Right... T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Blue Vampire Carving. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina crosses her arms and nods slowly and sagely. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya starts pointing the red carving at the bottom. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Interesting T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Demon Carvingn T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya goes in the middle and points the green carving. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Spirit Carving T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Right then T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs his fingers across the edge. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver Carving. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This blade can kill anything. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes the sword and puts it on his back next to the steel one. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Anything except Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence just respawns. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah..Lawrence doesn't exist. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Basically T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Maar daai was goed gese :P T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well...Looks like I will go to sleep. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Damn, mischan T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs up the stairs and goes to his room. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Good night T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Night! T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya enters his room. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Anyone here? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CaptainSoul: emote walks in on drink fest T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Heya. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag shakes the Captain of the Guard's hand. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag shakes CaptainSoul's hand. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CaptainSoul: nice to meet ya T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Where are you from friend? T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CaptainSoul: down south, the forbidden lands T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am up north. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CaptainSoul: cool T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am a engineer I invent things. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Dueing this fest I will be showing these babies. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag shows you some mechanical bombs. T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CaptainSoul: (im done rping for now i need to finish the academy) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: (Ok...type in :text to do those emotes) T3/r7/2014-08-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wanna see how they work? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag tinkers his bombs a bit on his portable workbench. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag screws in a couple of tiny gears into a bomb. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster: Peeks through a dust stained window of an old water mill, and see a gnome building a small structure out of legos on a bench T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster: Peeks through a dust stained window of an old water mill, and see a gnome building a small structure out of legos on a bench T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster: Peeks through a dust stained window of an old water mill, and see a gnome building a small structure out of legos on a bench T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LugNut the JellyMonster: sorry touchscreen :( T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag grabs one of his bombs and goes out of town. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag giggles at LugNut the JellyMonster's actions. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag sees a monkey-like monster dashing through the grass. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens one part of the bomb and spins a mechanical wheel inside of it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag throws the bomb when the monster stopped moving. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag closes his eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag hears a screaming sound and a spark sound. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens up his eyes and sees a electrified corpse of the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well...That works. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hmmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag walks up to the corpse and starts checking it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens the creature's mouth and sees burns even inside of it T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hmmm...Internal burns via Spark Bomb...Interesting. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag reaches into his pocket and takes a tiny metal ball in his hand T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag peeks from the grass and sees a similar creature eating a dog. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag crushes the ball and throws it at the monster T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag covers his ears as the bomb gives off a extremely loud noise and 5 quick sparks around the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at the monster closely as it starts drooling and barely crawling. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Target is incapacitated...All basic functions are gone due to high frequency sound T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag moves closer to check the crawling monster. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Target is also blinded and has a very weak jaw. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hmm...Look at this...Monster cannot even use it's scent so It doesn't know where it is going. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( Anybody gonna roleplay? ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts his foot on the monster's head and crushes it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag slowly walks back to the town. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bamboo: Because you have short legs? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Don't look at me like that. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Bamboo!!! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I found your locket! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag starts hammering a sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks to Grimmag T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hello T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what are you smithing there? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well...Silver Sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am the one that makes them the best. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: silver... i see T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how good do you think you are? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag chuckles. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am the best. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I make equipment and weaponry. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: THE best? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: THE best. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I also invented what you humans call grenades. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ha ha ha T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at your sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how much is one of THE best silver sword you have? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Capable of ripping through a sea wraith's skin without any complications. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, i mean the cost T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i need a silver sword to kill beasts... well... someone suggested me that T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: 300.000.000 T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whoa! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Who suggested you that? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: there is a witcher called Irya T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: His father came here a lot. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: The sword I gave him is worth 300.000.000 T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: his father died after he was born T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wrong father. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius steps out of the shadows and drops a sword on the ground, covered in ichor and matted with the fur of some wild beast at the feet of Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: His Step-Father. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Witcher George Isaac Mjorn. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: he doesnt have a father T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Silver is for spending on cheap ale. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well George was more of a mentor to the kid. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulls out a bag of precious gems T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at the gem. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i hope this is enough... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, i got more T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the gems and puts them one the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am also gonna need some of your soul. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye diggs in his coat pockets T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wha?! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: my soul? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: The best sword is forged with the soul of the wearer. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well a piece of it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, how do you do that? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a weird crystal device and puts it on the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I didn't use this old thing ever since George got his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... hope it does not hurt T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Put your hand on the crystal. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: by the way, how do you know George? Just how old are you? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Older than you think. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: 500 years old... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well 510 years. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that is quite old... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That sword of George is as old as me. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well 200 yeara behind. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: um... i have another business get to, when will i be able to get my sword? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: In a few days...Just put your hand on the crystal. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You want to be a Witcher, eh? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye puts his hand on the crystal T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well... i am an assassin... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag smiles as the crystal opens up and a blade stabs Greeneye's hand T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ow! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Now...let go of the crystal. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his hand T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at the crystal as it closes and starts shining and spining. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at his damages hand T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a red potion from his desk and gives it to you. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It will make your hand better. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thanks... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye drinks the potion T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This crystal will be spinning for some time...While we wait let's talk. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger barges into the room, interrupting the conversation. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: okay, but not too long, i have somebody to visit T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What is it? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at WarBurger T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger grabs Greeneye by the neck before he has the time to react! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whoa! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger licks Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger bursts out in a maniacal laughter. KyaHahHAHhAHaHhaHA!@!!@ T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag pulls out a weird gun and aims it at WarBurger. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HotDog WarBurger flees into the darkness! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wipes his face T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Weird... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts the gun down. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Listen...Maybe I can train you...to be a Elite. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ive seen him before... last time he sprayed ketchup on me T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Me too. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: elite on what? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... sounds good... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A Witcher is a Genetecally modified super elite soldier. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I will not inject you with that mumbo jumbo. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... Irya is a wolfen T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and im a human T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You are a human...You will be like the Elite Guard. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But here is the fun part...He wasn't always a wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye whispers to Grimmag, "Actually, i am not a human. But for now i am one. Ill tell you the details a bit later on" T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I will teach you how to be a Elite and give you the necessary tools. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youll see it by my blood T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... i should consider this T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...But you already took the first step in becoming one... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag hears a magic sound as the crystal is done. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Giving your soul for the greater good. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the crystal and shows it to you as it glows green. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: good? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Interesting...Souls are usually white. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But I guess this will do. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ...what does that mean T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You want a ride? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ride? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That means that you my friend are telling me the truth. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You want a so called Mechanical Bike? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait a moment, i need to go kill someone T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( I love being a Steampunk dwarf lol ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that sounds amazing T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the crystal and puts it next to the given materials for the sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i dont have the time right now T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Let me show you If you want. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...See you later. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come by when you are done. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: we can talk when we meet again T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( STEAMPUNK bike. ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Agreed. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( Steampunk Dwarf...Not a bad idea. ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hurries out after saying his thanks T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag returns to making the Silver Sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters the workshop T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag keeps hammering away at his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina perks up, something must have grabbed her attention. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You're new. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Aye. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, er, welcome. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Grimmag is my name...I am a master Blacksmith. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Wonderful, we haven't had one of them in a while. Actually, I think the last one's still lost on the second floor of my pub somewhere. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina claps her hands together cheerfully. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Who is the last one? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Some guy named George, I think. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Or that might be the person who gave Irya that silly dog. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm not sure. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: George?...Why does that name sound familiar? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's... a fairly common name, isn't it? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( Have you been reading The Witcher Books? ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Anyway, what're you working on there? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Grenades. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Witcher George? Yes, that's the one you're thinking of, isn't it? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Monster hunter? Probably dead, right? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes...Master Witcher. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Grenades? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ah, yeah, I remember talking about Ol' Georgie. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes a invention I have been developing for years. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I was listening to that conversation. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Are they a fruit? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No they are machines that are used for throwing and exploding on impact. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You were? I didn't see you. But ah, the pub has so many dark little corners. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Throwing and exploding? That sounds. Fun. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I like my shadow weapon though. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes...Interesting man that Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He's. Er. Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: He's. Yeah. Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And what is this dog? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina twirls The Beast in her hand. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I donno, you should know, shouldn't you? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You know all about witchita-people. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have read books about them. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Maybe that dog is his soul or somewhat. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well, then you should know the dog-thingie. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I just know it eats all of my food and never says thank you. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Damn... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina shakes her head. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Friggin' wolves and their dogs. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Mind If I park near the building? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: What're you parking? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I wouldn't suggest parking outside and then staying in the pub too long. It teleports every twelve hours so you might lose your ride. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag rushes outside with his small legs and jumps on a Steamy Mechanical Motorbike. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And it's got only about an hour left of this go-around. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Is there a place I can put it in? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I suppose you could put it in the pantry. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence, you won't mind, would you? Of course you wouldn't, you're Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag slowly drives the bike towards the pantry. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( Steampunk Dwarf FTW! ) T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Thank you Lawrence...Now keep it safe will ya? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Lawrence keeps everything safe. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: With the exception, maybe, of human fingers. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag walks into the pub again. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But, that's not his fault T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: They make a lovely soup. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have been living here for a week and all I got was slop. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Why don't you guys change the menu? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: The only one good meal was that Dragon Steak. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Because, we all love soup. Lawrence, Aldehyde, Greeneye and I. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: slop, not soup, damnit T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Where is the Witcher in that list? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You and Irya, are, first and foremost, the same person, and secondly, you're the only ones to ever complain. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Eleksis and Kythrala enjoyed the slop too. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: As did Bobolai, a long time ago. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am a dwarf he is a wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Big difference. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Not necessary to fix something that ain't broke. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What you need to be fixed? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Nothing T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag grabs his hammer and screwdriver. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Except, perhaps, the chair in the corner T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: The one that only has one leg. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That is easy. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You got any more wood here? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Yeah, the floorboard that splintered apart. Would be helpful. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Er no of course not. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Only the wood in the pantry, but that's for the slop. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can't use that to fix a chair. Madness. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag grabs 3 metal chair legs from his bag and starts fixing the chair. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Metal legs? Brutal. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have everything in my bag...You name it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This bag...Is endless. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Bagels? Tinkies? SLOP? T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You don't have that, it doesn't have it all T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Except for those things. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Well then I have no use for your bag T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But spark grenades... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Flame Grenades,Frost Grenades,Yrden Grenades. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Basically, blow-up things. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Parts,ammunition, T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Tools and a portable crafting station. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I prefer The Beast. It's a shadow-damage weapon, and it's vampiric, so it regenerates me while I fight. All I need. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I can upgrade it if you want. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I might add a rune to it. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's maxxed out in every way. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Do any more to it and it'll become volatile. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes some sort of pistol from his pocket. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag aims it at your sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag fires off the shot. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It isn't a sword. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yup...Resistant. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: You can't just shoot people's daggers. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: If It can take a bullet it can take anything. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: That's rude. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: My dear...I am accurate. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Done with the chair. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Doesn't matter, you just don't shoot people's daggers. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts the pistol back on his belt. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: And I'm not your dear, I'm someone else's dear. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Oh goodie... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Right, I am going to hit the coffin for the night. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am not interested in your husband. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina heads down a hidden hallway. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wait!!! T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I need to pay my staying tax. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina turns halfway and raises an eyebrow. "Yes?" T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Pay it to Lawrence. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag gives Lawrence a gem. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This might be worth 5 months. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina disappears down the hallway. T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into view and looks around the small field T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles as he rests his back against a large tree in the center of the field T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith takes this moment of peace to take a small rest... every thing seems quiet enouph... T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith stretches after enjoying his nap T3/r7/2014-08-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith stands up and prepares to leave T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye stands on a shore T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina waddles around in the sand awkwardly. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices her T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: emote washes up asleep on the beach T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast washes up asleep on the beach T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: oh look, a person. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks up to HellaBeast and wakes him up T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: huh what where am i, what? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: What happened to you? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh hello T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: you are on the beach and it is a lovely day. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: greetings later, you just ruined my day by being washed up on a shore T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i didnt want to see any more corpse T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: idk but my head hurts and everything looks brighter than it should be. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i dont think im a corpse T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast pinches himself T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, there are zombies which are corpse that is alive why cant there be an opposite? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye thinks to himself T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: yah... wouldnt that just be a corpse? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I'm a vampire... and I'm undead. does that make me a corpse? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yeah, youre right on that T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast agrees! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: then you're being racist! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, not you Dyvina T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youre a vampire, and vampires think and they have culture T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: good! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: therefore, a intellegent race T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye thinks to himself again T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: yah your like every other person except you have pointy fangs. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: humans normally dont think... does that mean we are beasts? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: and I eat other persons. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks at dyvinas fangs T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: do you eat eldars? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: pointy fangs... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: arent elders like humans? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: No, they're a bit chewy. Just humans, and sprites. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: sometimes elves. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i think its all the magic energy that makes us chewy. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye laughs out loud T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, does vampires eat each other? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: do they? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i know some humans eat each other T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I don't eat other vampires T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and the wolves T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: But I know there are some who do. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah... im just very glad that i met the good and friendly vampires T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I wouldn't say friendly... Lazy maybe. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: is that so? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: indeed. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hmm what about all this sun dosnt that bother you? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youre right T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it bothers me T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wouldnt it bother you more? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina motions to a ring on her finger. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods at The Vixxen Dyvina. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It's a regeneration ring. As fast as the sun burns me, the ring can heal me. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i thought i sensed some magic. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: technology these days... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sighs T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: so it's just a tingly sensation. Nice, really. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: being seared by violent turrent of solar waves and being patched up simultaneously? nice? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: or did i just over dramatise it? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: well, if you put it that way... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: it doesn't sound that nice T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see... then i suppose it is my mistake. i apologise T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry i ruined your day T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: dont be, you are right in a sense. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am just not a huge fan of the sun T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i like it cloudy and wet T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: I like it dark. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, dark is good as well... just that i cant see very well T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now that i think about it, i do like it dark T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: before anything, HellaBeast, how did you manage to arrive in that state? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: uh you know those drinks i make with my magic? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ...no T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: walk up and begins whispering to hellabeast T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why, hello princess T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: runs away and di T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast acks! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: she just poisoned me T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: runs away and doesnt look back T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast falls to the ground T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye couldnt register the situation and tilts his head T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Zyboria? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina saunters over and bites Hellabeast, sucking out the poison. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: thank you T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: HellaBeast? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: thats how i got here T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: she poisoned one of my drinks T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: and now shes doing it again T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye still doesnt follow the situation and tilts his head T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast waves his hand and conjures a drink for everyone T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: how did you end up in the sea? T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Dyvina, that was an amazing first aid ive seen in my lifetime T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i dont quite recall but i do know that the poison has a paralasis agent in it T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: thats why i fell so quickly T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... my... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Poison makes blood taste a tad sour, but it's good. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: Ring combats poison too T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: glad to help you out with a... meal. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: glad to save your life :P T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i did learn some powerful poison mixes from the lizardpeople... but never thought that they would use it on their friends... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what have you done... T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: its a cruel joke really? since i survived the ocean i suppose shes not trying to kill me. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye scans HellaBeast for possible wrong doing T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina tsks Greeneye. You feel sorry for him. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i think its here idea of a prank T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: her* T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh? i never had a lizard friend so i wouldnt know T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye takes a drink T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It is indeed funny T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: dyvina i could summon some blood for you if that would be prefered T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just becareful, those poisons can easily take out lives if you arent resistant to it T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods at Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: that's alright, I should be fine T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Vampires wouldnt drink from magic T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if they did, they would be sucking on fresh zombies and mutants T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye quickly adds, "if they have a necromancer" T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ahh i see im not very well aquainted with vampires, the only undead im familiar with are spirits and zombies T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: well. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye quickly adds, "never mind. they just like it fresh" T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: necromancers wont do T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: we like it fresh T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: fresh from the source i understand T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices something and opens a portal, bashes something inside and pulls out an assassin T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: he was spying on us T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye closes the portal T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its my customer! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs toward the forest saying his good bye T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye? see you later! T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: by T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye! * T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast waves happily. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: good bye, good Greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina walks to the pub which teleported to the forest at her command T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: now thats a cool trick, sure i can summon drinks but you've got a whole bar T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Vixxen Dyvina: It teleports every twelve hours and I cant afford to lose it again. It took me fifty years to find it last year. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: sounds like it can be quite the pain T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: -g T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag does work around his bike. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: 'Yo Ho Ho...I build and bash' T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag keeps hammering away near the engine. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja plays the violin. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja keeps playing her violin. T3/r7/2014-08-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Norja whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag does some awkward things around a belt full of satchels and poaches. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into view T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye notices Grimmag from far away T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: 'Yo Ho Hoy...I build I bash through defenses with my machines' T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at Greeneye T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag starts thinking deeply. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Oh yeah...YOU!!! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I built your sword! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith readys his bow T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why, hello there! long time no see! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Agreed old friend. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come into my shop. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith raises an eyebrow. shrugs. and ghosts from sight. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes away his big goggles and puts them away. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come,Come. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye enters the shop after having a glance at Tacekeith T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Aye...Long time indeed. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: my swords done? good news! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: long time... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag goes on in the back and barely brings 3 swords on the table. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it was indeed... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag gives you one of the swords. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Swing it a bit. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ooh! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points at the dummy as he moves from the counter. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye holds one of the swords T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Hmmm... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: light! and tough! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come on...swing it normally. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in next to green eye silently. "impessive work but i prefer knives." as he swings a sword around exparamentivly T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye swings at the dummy T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the sword from your hand and throws it in the forge. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag gets the 2nd sword and gives it to you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A little bit heavier sword this one. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: huh? what was that for? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Too light for you the last one. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I built three. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye takes the sword and swings it at the dummy T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: The one that fits you the most will be yours. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith puts the sword down on a table and pulls out his silver knife "tell me what you think of this grimmag." T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the sword from your hand and throws it at the forge. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes the 3rd more demon-like sword and gives it to you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Too small. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Too small Trace T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come on...Try it...built by your soul and a demon's soul. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come on Greeneye...Swing it. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith takes the knife and flicks his wrist... it flies into the dummies head. "small is good in my profession..." T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Tracekeith, i am a master assassin. i do prefer knives over swords but they wont do to kill opponents that fights you one on one T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Same as your rump size Trace. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its just too short T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yeah...Greeneye is a pro...Now swing your sword Greene. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this one? what happens if you dont like this as well? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Just try it. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye swingz the sword at the dummy T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag crosses his arms and laughs. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Oh The Sword that was the hardest to craft is your style. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ok... am i just very bad at using swords? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That sword...Is yours. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Built by a demon soul and your soul. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, really? thanks T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: demon? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You would be suprised what I have in my arsenal. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wow, you really went through a lot T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a belt from the drawer. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This belt carries your necessary equipment. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts it on the table. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i already have one... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at his worn out leather belt T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points at the belt witb a lot of pouches. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This one carries equipment. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And yours needs some repairing. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: So anyway... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith reappears with a dufflebag of weapons "i have axes flails some polearms... i have plenty of weapons... just never use them... i prefer two knives... short and sweet" T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts his hand in the pouches and takes one of each gadget. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye takes the belt and replaces his old one T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag starts pointing around. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Woah wait...Let me show you how it goes. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? does it have a method? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith takes the dufflebag and chucks it into a nexus. "greatest storage ever..." T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at Tracekeiths weapons T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: do you use them all? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wait Greeneye. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "yea im good with each... mastered over half." T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am a master at all weapons. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: So anyway...Greeneye listen carefully. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes the belt and hands it over to Grimmag T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: youre a smith... its obvious T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...So... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yea, im all ears T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Spark Bomb,Flame Bomb,Frost Bomb,Samash Bomb... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That is the bomb category. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "anyway id best be off" and summens a nexus and puts the weapons inside "secret storage location" and ghosts from sight after closing the nexus T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Throwing Knives,One-Handed Crossbow,Shuriken,Rope Blade... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ranged Weapons. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whooa, there! no bombs! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Now...The Meele Weapons. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You are gonna need them. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont use explosives that well T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You don't like poison or smoke bombs? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: Bye Tracekeith T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Now the hand to hand category... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ripper and Fiber-Wire. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i use instant kill only T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not bad, hand to hand is good. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ripper rips through organs...And Fiber Wire chokes the enemy possibly decapitating them. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ranged is also important. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And the bombs are also useful. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come outside let me show you what each of them can do. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens the door and goes in the back of the show where you see captured monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens the door and goes in the back of the shop where you see captured monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye follows Grimmag with a little confusion T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...First...The Spark Bomb. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens one part of the bomb and throws it at one monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag covers his eyes as sparks rip through the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye watches what Grimmag is doing T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Internal burns and neural shock aswell as organ incapacity. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Next one...The Flame Bomb. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: umm... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens one part of the bomb and hits it a bit and throws it at the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points out as the monster is covered in oil and fire. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Next monster...As I show you the Frost Bomb. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag opens one part of the bomb and starts spinning a wheel inside of it and throws it at the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag feels a slight breeze as the monster is turned into solid ice. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag moves on to the next monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You following me? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye seems fasinated by that T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Samash Bomb... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that... is cool! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This monster is huge. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Almost like a Bear. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i mean really T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Now look at how I can handle him in a second. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag crushes the tiny metal ball and throws it at the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Cover your ears boy. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag covers his ears as the extremely loud sound and 5 quick sparks go around the monster as it falls. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye covers his ears T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...Done Look at this. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wow, that was loud T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points at the drooling monster as it can't move nor move. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points at the drooling monster as it can't move it's jae. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag points at the drooling monster as it can't move it's jaw. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It distrups all of their neural functions. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag slaps the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It is like a vegetable. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: All that power in this tiny little ball. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye is stunned in many ways T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am not done...yet. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a blue crystal like bomb and throws it at a harpy giving off a pushing force forcing the harpy to land. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Sajave Bomb...It gives off a gravitational force that pushes or injures. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ...um... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag drops a bomb next to you and it gives away smoke. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Smoke Bomb...*cough*...Nothing better. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wha?! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It gives away smoke!!! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag coughs loudly. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks surprize T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but um... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That is only one category of equipment. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulls his inside of his pockets T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont have money for these T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You gave me the gem. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, i can pay for some of these T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And just because you gave me your soul it is enough aswell. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I build these every day. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... my soul? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: For your sword yes. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I saved a fragment of it for future inventions. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... yes i remember T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: So you paid everything. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am just showing you off. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i have no idea how to use these... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I will show you more in detail. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But I am just showing off equipment to you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Now...Range... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulls out a wire amd a ripper T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag pulls out a dagger and throws it at the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No those are hand to hand. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ripper can be held by one hand wire needs two. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...now... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, these i can use T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but others... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag pulls out a One-Handed Crossbow and shoots at a monster and quickly loading ir back. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: This crossbow has a magazine worth 3 shots. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... i think i saw that somewhere... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes Witchers use these a lot T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: three? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just three ammo? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: One shot pull a trigger And it loads. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes without loading. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It does it automatically. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Until it runs out of bolts they you need to load the magatine. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i thought the total ammo... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Until it runs out of bolts they you need to load the magazine. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a Rope Blade and throws it at one of the monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what are these then? decorations? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag pulls the monster towards him. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye pulls out a shuriken and places it on his chest T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Oh... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait i got loades of these... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: They are for humans. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Knives are for monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag keeps pulling the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is te difference? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...kid...Use the ripper on the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Steel is shuriken silver is Throwing Knife T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tears the monster apart casually T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag shows his approval by clapping his hands together. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not bad... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Rope Blade captures a monster...Giving you the ability to pull it. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: does this work well on humans as well? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the rope blade and the ripper T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes..But Fiber Wire is mostly used for swordfights. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Due to the fact that the wire is sharp you can cut hands of with the Wire. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: there wont be sword fights unless the opponent is a professional or a master class T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes only massacre. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have traps aswell but you are gonna need a bag for that. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... silent kill weapons? any? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wire Poison Bomb and Crossbow. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And the blackjack. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you didnt mention that before... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Also Rope Blade. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You can find Blackjacks. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Anywhere you go. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks into the belt povkets T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: If you want I can build you one. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: build? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes a Blackjack. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You want one? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you know... im too confused right now T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what does it do? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Smashes the skull. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: er... hammer? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It is a small club slightly bigger than your hand. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: anvil? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A small club with a metal piece on top. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: piano? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag giggles. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: club? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No a club. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A very small one actually slightly bigger than your hand. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... i dont know how to use clubs or any heavy weaponry except structures T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Easy...Just mash it one the head. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag pulls out a heavy steel sword. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...How good of a swordsman are you? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: thats for everything in general T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag wields the heavy steel sword in one hand. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sword? intermediate i suppose... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Wanna round? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No rules...Just fight for your life. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am not gonna kill ya kid. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, without my other skills? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No magic... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: That is my only rule. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ok T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no magic T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Gadgets and Skills are allowed if they are magical skills they are not allowed. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye blends in with the surrounding completly disappearing from sigbt T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag uses a flame bomb. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You think you can get away from me eh? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears next to you T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag dodges T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that wont work T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag throws a spark bomb at you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye disappears again T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag focuses on sound. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You make more sound than my wife. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye speaks through a tree next to you, "hey, im here" T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag throws a frost bomb at you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Damn trees. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye giggles from the ground T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Is this hide and seek or sword fighting? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the nature wins all by all T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag drinks a white potion T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag throws his heavy sword at you hitting you next to your head. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I win. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye points out to Grimmag, "look at your side" as you bleed there T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: whoa! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: close call T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag patches up the bleeding spot. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I feel no pain sonny. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears from the roof of a house T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes his sword. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ok, i lose T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You rely to much on stealth... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i was here the whole time but i have to agree that i am a scary cat T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: People like me who have this potion can see you very easily. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye lands next to Grimmag T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks around with his yellow eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Damn my eyes hurt. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you cant, that was my presence but not my self T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: In a fight...I expect you to cheat. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I expect you to play unfair...Use everything you got to survive. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i learned how to make potions and poisons from the lizardpeople T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Good so you know this potion I drank. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: When you see people with this..Kill them first. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i know, but i cant deny the truth that i am bad with swords T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I can teach you If you want. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, its fine T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No...It is free. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you already helped me more than i paid you for T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: or else i will feel guilty T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It is free friend...I want to make a great person out of you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye thinks to himself T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You remind my of my boy. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im an assassin who feels guilty... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: So you don't belong there then. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You belong on a noble goal boy. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, i dont T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but in this world, this is what i am good at T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Being a assassin. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Why do you need the silver sword then...Why the belt? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I see a great person. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: these days some insanely rich people wants me to kill this gorilla in some thick jungles with extremely venomous snakes T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You want to be a Witcher then...That is what one does. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and later i realized they wanted the snakes to be killed T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: they used me T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but they pay well T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yeah...As a Witcher... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You have authority to kill the person that doesn't pay you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i would rather kill humans. they are much easier T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: People shun your ways...Avoid your gaze. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: true, but killing evil doers will create new unknown evil doers T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Don't we all kill. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will rather have them under my sight T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And you keeo killing. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No matter what If the coin is good just keep killing. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup, since i dont have much income, i need to hunt my own food supply T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You should see the Witcher training. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: which one? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: At the age of 15 you have to kill a Nekkar with your bare hands. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, yes i heard Irya say that T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have seen him do it...We couldn't tell the difference between him and the monster. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup, to kill a monster you have to become like one T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Yes... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i dont like becoming a monster so i cheat T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: He went from a mommas boy to a Real man. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Oh he cheats..You should have seen him during the Fall Of The Witchers. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, i know Iryas stories... how about you? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: He doesn't talk to me much. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye listens close T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I was given birth during war...My mother got killed...And a soldier dragged me out of there. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: My step mother was a prostitute trying to make a living for me and my brother. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: My father was a Mastwr Blacksmith. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that should have been sad... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: She got killed when I turned 10. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Some say a Witcher wasn't happy with her and kileld her. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: My father had no choice but to sell my brother. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: In order for me and him to make a living. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye listens closely T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: He thought me how to blacksmith..These scars on my face are mostly from him. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: taught* T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: At the age of 20 I became a better blacksmith than my father... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: He later on died of illness. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I...in order to revive my mother went out the seel the gem of resurrection. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But...Instead I became Immortal...A curse I hope I never had. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what?! revive?! nonsence! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: My mother that gavr me birth...I wanted love... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I wanted to know. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh, you were an immortal being? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No...This gem...Turned me into this. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I can't get rid of the curse. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: So I have lived for 500 years so far... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I still have ways to go. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: And that is me. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: do you know the most dangerous and scariest curse ever? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: No. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I, as the master of Chaotic arts, will tell you that i have revived someone before T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I don't need chaos...I have seen what it does. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not in this world, but the one before i came here T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: reviving is to kill someone twice T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i killed my lover twice T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You had a wife? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: this mistake and scar will not be healed until i suffer death T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, not married yet. we were a great match, i was strong enough to protect her... was what i thought T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: my mistake killed her T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What truly happened? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and through that madness i found the one who practices the magic of bonds and boundaries, the Chaotic arts. the forbidden art. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will not say it... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye hides his face T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye recovers T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts his hand on your shoulder. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Boy...We are all doomed. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i mastered the art and called her back T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You need tl accept that...We are all doomed. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: she... she... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: What? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ...and i killed her... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag comforts you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: revival is a curse the worst kind T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag looks at the trees. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i killed a country for her and i killed her... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: We all kill... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag sits next to you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I am getting too old. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: such... no, nevermind... its not this world T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im fine T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I hope. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Leave the arts. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Leave everything... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i think that is the reason i am in this world T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I...can try and make you...A Warrior a Fighter and a Saviorn T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, now i remember. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag puts his big hands on tge steel sword. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: the reason i came here T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Why? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: to run from my past, but it seems i found it... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Don't you dare end your own misery. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no i dont T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: You are a capable and strong person... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Live through the pain...like a man. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am to suffer but not die T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag gets up and puts his huge sword on his back. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Good boy. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: But we should seriously reconsider your lifestyle. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Tea or Ale? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye recovers his emotional stability T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ale, of course. a killer drinks ale T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag takes a Nekkar by it's neck and throws it infornt of you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: farmers drink tea T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come on...Kill it. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Good training for you. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: lifts up his eye patch and reveals his right eye T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: A normal swing shall do. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Come on my Axii spell won't hold it for long. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye focuses his green right eye onto the nekkar as its life is absorbed into the eye and it crumbles into dust T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye puts the eye patch back on and hides his green eye T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: sorry, i needed to refuel my Chaos T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Ok...tea it is. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why not ale? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Here it is. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag goes out of the shop holding a glass of tea. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye beggs Grimmag T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag slowly walks towards you and gives you the tea. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: aaalleee T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its been ages since i had ale T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: need alcohol in my blood T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but not too much T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye recieves the tea and drinks it T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hmm... not bad T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: refreshing... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Good. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and healthy... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: It is the middle of night and we are drinking tea. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Good show. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag shows his approval by clapping his hands together. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i should seriously consider changing my diet now... T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye finishes his tea T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Well...My wife is calling me...Time for bed I guess. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but isnt ale cheaper? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I don't care I am freaking rich. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh! look at the sun! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: time for work! T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: want a ride? T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye, see you next time T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Umm...Bye. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag turns around. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no its fine i have spells T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: Pffft...Spellcasters. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag enters the shop and closes it. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, i have enough mana for just once T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so, normally i run T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag: I have a motorbike. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Grimmag . o O ( Steampunk Dwarf lol ) T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its fine, it wont be able to go through thickets of woods T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye runs towards the forest and disappears T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen sits by the side of the rode. T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen: Or the road T3/r7/2014-08-14.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen: Whichever you'd prefer. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into view T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith looks around T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks a white potion and looks around with his yellow yes. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya drinks a white potion and looks around with his yellow eyey. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in behind irya "hellow..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya turns around not looking suprised. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hellon T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "care for a drink?" hes holding a couple bottles of whisky. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith hands one to irya T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the bottles with his yellow glowing eyes. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No thanks. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I don't drink anymore. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "allright no bother to me." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits down by a tree "what brings ypu this way?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am a Witcher I hunt monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And shields :) T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: mis T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "is that so? may i ask whats your prefered weapon?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Silver Sword I specialise in all weaponry. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "i prefer knives myself... dual silver knives... if i cant use this Obviously" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith taps the massive longbow strung over his shouldee T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith taps the massive longbow strung over his shoulder T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his one-handed crossbow. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This one is better. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lauphs T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya corsses his arms. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: whats the draw strength T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Mechanical...It can shoot through a piece of wood no problem. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith removes the massive longbow from his shoulder and lets you examine it... its a thick peice of wood with a drawstrength to imbed an arrow half deep into a large cherry tree trunk... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have seen better. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "Maybe... but its a diffrence in opinion which is better... for example... in my eyes... any one can use that cross bow with ease in short ampunt of time and can be a good shot... whith this it took me years of training to be a great shot..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith replaces the longbow over his shoulder. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits back down letting his back rest in the trunk of the tree... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the tree. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits there relaxing... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye appears bursting out of the tree T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: damn that flower! T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "hellow greeneye... liking your new equipment from yesterday?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye raises his fist to the sky T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, hi Tracekeith T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Greeneye Hello friend. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith has a flashback... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, i do. just that i dont know how to use most of it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah, you were here as well? hi Irya T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith stands up quickly. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly turns around and walks away. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I gotta go...See ya guys. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smile fades and he mutters something under his breath. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tries to fix the tree T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye, see you later T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith looks into the horizen at a glowing orange of the sunset... deep in thought... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye heals the tree with many different potions and herbs before joining Tracekeith T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is it? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "its nothing... just old memories that i buried long ago..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: old memories? what for? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Ummm...Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hi Lenda T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: What old memories? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Where have you guys been? I have been waiting for someone to RP all day lol T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if you cant speak it, its fine, everyone has one T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits down by the tree "its fine sit..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: I am quite a busy person... you know... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: I am a travelling bard. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye sits on a nearby rock T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im a master assassin T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda sits on the groundn T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Oh...You evil? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs as his smile fades "when i was just a boy my city was burned to the ground.... my parenta amd i survived... along with some others..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that is for you to judge T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda takes out her violin and starts playing it. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: wait, before that, where are you from? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: 'There was once a man named Greeneye, who constamtly conquered death, but in a battle between good and bad he may take his final breath' T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ooh, theres a real bard T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda blushes. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits back and starts watching the sunset "i had to watch that city burn... and all that watch the undead of the city... feasted on the flesh of the living.... all in the city returned to nothing.... i was spared for reasons i do not know..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: by who? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: 'Tracekeith...Watched as the sparks of war tore his land...They shun his ways and avoif his gaze' T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: undeads? or bandits? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: undead devoured the flesh of all who remained of the survivers... ok? all else i know is that that same night the fire started was that there was an echo of the words "return to nothing" there was no war... we were neutral... just a sick, sick way to Torment the people... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda slaps Tracekeith. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Show some respect. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith growls "i should say the same to you!" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: I am a Woman! T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ok, ok... no fighting T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: I am trying to sing a song here! T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye tries to calm them both T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith takes a deep breath "i am aware.. but dont try to sing one if you dont know what its about." amd ghosts from sight. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in behind lenda "if you heard of me then you know my title is the ghost walker... do you know why?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Because you are a lame ghost? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "no because i have walked Amongst them." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye wonders, "is that a skill from a ghost? or a shadow?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Yeah...And I am the Godess of Love. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda: Blah Blah. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... that makes sense T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: where do you find the ghosts? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in ontop of the tree... "i am called ghost walker for this very ability... because i can walk Amongst the ghost relm and return to the living relm" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda plays the violin agressively jumping around. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i know of this ability, i want it, but i do nit know the method of earning it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith flicks his wrist sending a siver dagger flying... it cuts the violen strings of lendas violin. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: "unfortently it cannot be earned..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda smiles as the violin regenerates. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lenda keeps playing the violin. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith looks to greeneye "however...." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: then, explain yourself! T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: are you a ghost yourself? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs and ghost from sight... and appears behind greeneye... "no i am not a ghost... but i can walk in their plain of existence... if you like i can give you a brief explanation..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will hear T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "you are aware there are two plains of existance correct?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, ive seen many more T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: of which one of them is here T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "yes yes but the two i walk in is the living plain and the plain of the dead..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye nods T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "i am able to travel between those two plains at will when i dissapear" before he ghosts from sight... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in sight sitting by the tree "i pass into the relm of the dead and when i reappear i step back into the relm of the living..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: to do that you will need to either tear open a portal or a rift with a key or a password for that plane if i am correct T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "nope..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i see T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so there was another way... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "you are aware on how psi's are able to slow the process of time at will? and yet no one else cant?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "its like that except on slowing time i pass between relms... understand?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "except of sorry mispoke..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight... and reappears infront of greeneyes T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i... dont get it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: why time? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "the psi's are able to slow down time at will... you know they do thos to dodge attacks... right?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: oh... i see... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "so you understand the power right?..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "however every thing in their relm is ectoplasm so im able to pass through walls sence i keep my moleculer structure..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: so... no keys to there and back? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smile fades "nope... however i could.... no... never tried that... never mind... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "might as well forget about it friend... why do you ask?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith waits patiently for greeneyes responce T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "why do you asl about a key greeneye?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith shrugs and says "well i could help if you told me why you asked..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: because i want to go back T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i am not from this world T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith raises an eyebrow "what?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: not these planes but the world itself T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that is how i knew there were more than one plane in thsi world T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i wasnt born here T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i appeared. but without my memories T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "im sorry but i can only travel between planes that way not worlds... if you want that then theres other methods that i can help with... but... i dont know why you asked if there was a key for the relm of the dead if you seeked another world..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if there is a possibility of keys, there will be a way back T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i need to see them and live with them T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: im sure i might get the tiniest piece of help at the least T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles... "well i can Either A:i can return memorys or B:possibly bring you to the relm of the dead... but the dead of this world." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: take me T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: and i will learn T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his eyepatch and reveals his poison green right eye T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "take you where... you say you wernt born here... but the relm of the dead is that of this world... do you seek a world of the sky or of the dead? answer that first..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye blinks as the green eye glows an overwhelming aura and a mark shows etched on it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: dead T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what is the sky? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "look up" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks up T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: okay, first the dead T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith explains "the worlds in space... if you said that you were born ob another world then we would Imagine you came from one of them." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "where were you born? the relm of the dead? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, definately not from the sky or the universe T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: it is existance T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: no, i am no from here nor am i supposed to T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: its a bit difficult to explain now T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "very well... however.... i have never tried this... are you from the relm of the dead or no... if not... then there is no point of me taking you there... i never tried taking someone across... only sending them there on a one way ticket..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i know that it is a one way ticket. but i will surely return T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: you just need to take me there T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont know how long it will take me but i will become one of them T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: just like the time when i first arrived here T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "never mind... you dont give me a straight answer hold still i will determin if your from there hold still" he holds his and up to greeneye face " T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "never mind... you dont give me a straight answer hold still i will determin if your from there hold still" he holds his and up to greeneye face "caja nora" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith closes his eyes "mololecular structure is normal but he is showing faint traces of ectoplasmic activity..." he removes his hand from green eyes face... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "very well... just give me a second i think i recognize something on the other side when i look at you..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in sight infront of greeneye... "yep someones waiting for you... says she has been watching over you sence you have left that plain of existance..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: hm? who? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "looks like you... my guess your mother..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont have a mother... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "would you like me to return your memorys now or after we cross over... shes either your mother or your sister... theres a family resemblance i know that much..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i dont have any family tie T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but take me there i want to see her T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lauphs "you didnt answer my question..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: dont return my memories T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think i can guess why T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: but i dont want to, i get a bad feeling everytime i try to wonder about it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith holds out a hand... "ready?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i think its good to be left as it is and let the time deal with it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ready T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "take my hand and ill pass us through..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye grabs Tracekeiths hand tightly T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight with greeneye... we then appear inside the realm of the dead and a woman is standing there waiting... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ah... you... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles as the woman runs up and hugs greeneye... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "you sure this is where you want to be... i can still take you back..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yes, she is here and she will tell me what to do... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: i will not be able to set my foot on earth for a long time T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: if anyone asks about me tell them that i will return with new skills T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smile fades "im sorry but this is only a visit..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "your molecular structure is mostly normal... some of it is ectoplasmic yes thats why your able to travel here woth me but if i cannot leave without you... im halve normal molecules and other half ectoplasm... so i can come and go as i wish with my abilitys but if i wish to return i must bring any normal molecules i bring back with me... it is the rule of this world... i am sorry..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: then how about this? T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "what?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "if i wish to return to the relm of the living i must bring you aswell... that is the rules... otherwise i an trapped here as well..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye suddenly shifts and his right eye shines as his molecular structures are rewritten by Chaotic ritual T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye shifts from a human to that of a shade T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now most of my body is ectoplasm T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith holds his hand to greeneye's face "60 40 would you like me to cut you up and leave half?..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks at himself T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: actually all... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye removes his equipment and hands it to Tracekeith except for the mysterious bundle T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "no matter what i have to bring you back its not just normal molechles its all molecules i bring i must take... i cannot leave without you... that is the law of this power... nor can i leave with something.... its how the rule of nothing can be created nore destroyed stays in place... its a law that governs all plains... i cant argue with you about this... its law. say what you wish and we must be going..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that will be the only life bound matter T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: damn it! T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "i am sorry..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns to his human form and takes his equipment back T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: ok, let me just stay here for a bit while T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye starts to draw circles on the ground T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith rubs his eyes "ill stay for a while... but i have to go with you or else i cant leave..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye then signs the drawing after completing it T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: greeneye was here... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: there, lets go back T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith holds out his hand T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye grab the hand T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith asks "got every thing?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: yup T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts back into the plain of the living with greeneye... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lets go of greeneyes hand. T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: that was fun... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: now i will find a way to get there permanently T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "i could kill you..." T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: bye Tracekeith, next time you might find me amoungst the deads T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye almost tramples a flower T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: aw dang, not you again T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chucles... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith asks "what?" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye vaporizes as the flower teleports him away T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into the relm of the dead... T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles.... no need that flower killed you greeneye!" T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into relm of living T3/r7/2014-08-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight.... T3/r7/2014-08-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen peers around herself intently. T3/r7/2014-08-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith nods to mique "care for a drink?" T3/r7/2014-08-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: wrong channle T3/r7/2014-08-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into sight and looks around T3/r7/2014-08-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith Ghosts into sight in the middle of the woods... and looks around for life T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into sight and looks around the forest for intellegent life... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith Punch dors UNBELIEVABLE thingz to Daikojun! [9247] T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Hello? T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: basking in the medo Dalacore obzorbs the rayz of sunlight. Feeling the warmth on his skin helps him forget about home. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: he wonders to himself when will i make it home when will i find my way back? Is this my new home? why am i here? the thoughts fill his mind and he quickly forgets about the sun.... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts in behind dalacore "hellow T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "hellow anyone home?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from sight... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: ghost? Dalacore tilts his head to the left in confushion... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts into sight... he appears to fade in and out of existence with ease... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore stands still..... Waiting trying to understand what this thing is doing.... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles.... "im fading in and out of your sight dum dum..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: thats what ghosting is... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lauphs "kind of the reason my title is ghostwalker..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore speeks out "Oh really? i was just confused on how you where able to pull off such a feet." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "my secret..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: "why dont you show your self? T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore cracks a smile T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lauphs "my profession requires i dont..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "Oh So what your saying is your a Assassan? T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: i know a assassan he is my son> T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith shakes his head "no... its complicated" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: i see humm ill have to discuss this with some friends of mine. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits down and leans his back against a nearby tree... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Ahhh there you arr nice to atleas see your outline T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs contentfully... "i am not a ghost either i T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs contentfully... "i am not a ghost either im fully here or im not at all... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: "just like a cat i meet before in my travles thats nifty.. " T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "feel free to take a seat... if i wanted you to be dead... well... we wouldent be talking..." he taps the massive longbow strung over his shoulder... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head to one side "what do you do? T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore Takes a seet to the adjacent tree he throws the tail of his jacket back and plops down. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: well im a edventurer im not from here though... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: well i find new places T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: "i help people, I kill people and well i do what i see fit for the world around me." Dalacore takes a deep sigh then says i"Its been a long road to get here T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckle "your inexperienced.... i can tell your a hunter...." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "Not exactly inexperinced..... but iv seen my fair share of... well Death....." Dalacore looks away and trys to ward off the screams of his diying friends family and wife.... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "troubled?..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "No im Fine just memories thats all.." Dalacore looks back and smiles wide. Then says "What about you Cat man what you all about?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "im not a cat..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "Well you can that thing like the cat." Dalacore laughs real hard. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith replies "anyways im in the.... how should i put this so i dont have to kill you... information buisness..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "So your somthing like a Courier?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "not really... you know how im able to slip in and out of your focus giving me the appearence of ghosting?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "YESSSS....." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckles "well my job requires me to go unseen... put it simply.. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith points to dalacore "im like you just stakes are 100x higher and i have much more experience..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore scraches his white silky hair then says "Stranger i like you and I dont like many people, But i like you I was meaning to ask you What is your name T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith shrugs "im tracekeith the ghostwalker... and i can teach you if you wish... how to hone your craft..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith tilts his head "well?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore Stands to his feet with a stern face and says "I feel confident in my skill.. I was trained by Wariors that killd beasts greater than you coud imaghion." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: "these beast where massive feed a city for weeks thats how big they where." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs and lets his head sag "oh well... my job is harder..." he picks up his head "you remember their names?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore looks at Tracekeith "They had no name they just called them selves the Assmear." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "assmear...ass T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "assmear...assmear... where did i hear that before?..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replays "there far from here they live ibn the jungles. away from civlization." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith snaps his finger as he relizes it "Ah assmear! i was hired to kill yesterday... and did it berfore lunch..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "sorrry boy i killed your masters yesterday... peice of friggen cake too..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore looks at Tracekeith with a blank face as if he was stupid enough to beleve him. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore says "My new friend id like to tell you thats inposible..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "dalacore... your a fool... your inexpearience... i killed thoes fools... and i could kill you three times each time you blink... no one survives an arrow to the brain stem...." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith in a blink of an eye stands and shoots a tree 100 ft away three times with his massive longbow... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith lauph ad they all hit in a tight 1cm diffrence..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore looks at Tracekeith then with a sigh he tells him "My friend im not from here... im from another plane of existance.that is why you could not have posibly killed them." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "yama youschek" his arrows disaapear from the tree and appears in his quiver again "you know another reason why im called ghost walker?..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: dalacore says "im serching for a way home..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore Replys "why is that?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith chuckes "i travel between the plains of the living and the dead at will... i can do the samr with all others..... those two are just the two i travel to the most..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith: I walk amongst ghosts... therefor i am ghostwalker. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore Replys back and with a grin says "Then tell me Tracekeith what planet and plane of existance where they from?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore sits back down not careing what happens next just waiting for the answer. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "i have killed so many... how do ypu expect me to remember them?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys with a smile and says "You soposibly killed them thismorning you remimber that much so remimber the rest." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sits down "besides i dont know any of the other plains name unless im in it.... and do you know how hard it is for people to tell you which plain your in... and newsflash buddy i said yesterday morning..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore smiles and shakes his head then says "My friend you allmost had me going there but your good i give you that." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smile fades "im an assassin... info broker... thief... spy... and many more... intellegence is my game and in sorry but they their dead... you talk big but i can tell you dont know a thing... you may have seen them but thats it... you are just a scared screwball in another plain of existence trying to get by... now do you want me to hold your hand and take you home or no?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith shrugs "i dont care what you do..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "but its my job to know how to handle any situation in T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "but its my job to know how to handle any situation im confrunted with..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith smiles "and i do it with ease." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys back "No actualy i dont want you to your a shadow walker that means you can make it look like somthing its not and say it is. so i can never trust you for what you say. i have to make it back home on my own then i will know the truth ." Dalacore smiles and says "I got you." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "its GHOSTwalker... GHOST... ok and like i said before i dont care what you do T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith says "but i can bring you home if you wish..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: "No thats fine mother put me here for a reasion so im here now and i have to learn like i did last time.." dalacore gets a frustrated look on his face and says quietly "Dammit Sevirow why did you have to pull the swich...." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith looks over to dalacore "which switch?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: dalacore looks startled then replys "its a long story...." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith replies "i have time" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith calmly waits T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius .oO(Such horrible RP these days... This is OOC, don't reply to it, morons.) T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: OOC i know what OOC is... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith .o0(no dip dumbass) T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: OOC lol T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius .oO(Personal attacks are against the rules! I'm telling!) T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith waits patently "well?..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "which swich?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys well my son he well... how do i put it...." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore reaches into his black leather trench coat takes out his pipe and lights it. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: dalacore sighs then looks back and says "Why am i telling you this? why are you here and what is your goal in this conversation." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs "why dont you just let me take you back to your home?" T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore replys "Because your a ghost walker i dont trust your magic." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore continues to smoke his pipe the aroma soothing and smells like cherry blossum Dalacores favrite smell. T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith gets up... "if you dont trust me fine... bye..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith sighs and stretchs... "hes crying you know..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith ghosts from your sight... T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore says "That does not mean you have to leave." from out of nowhere there is a loud BANG!!! \ T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tracekeith voice echos on the wind "good luck..." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: a large gaping whole is in the tree where Tracekeith sat T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore yells back "hope to see you again soon and OH yea my name is Dalacore Dont forget." T3/r7/2014-08-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dalacore: Dalacore continues to sit there smoking his pipe smilling as the Cat man leaves he chuckles and then dissapears himself. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: hmm the sent of demons T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: my my the town is bussy today T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Redryn: Yes, the demons have all been sent here by bus T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: who is us T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: why send the demons here at all scum T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: do you wish to taste my steal T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Redryn: When all the demons gather it makes it easier to run over them with a train T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Redryn: And no thank you, I don't particularly wish to taste anything you stole. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Noctiluca: What, are you preparing burglar-themed cuisine? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: lol realy dude this is for role play T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks through the Autumn forest observing the scenery. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten peeks out from the branches, trying to keep the movement of the leaves to a minimum T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a Autumn leaf from the ground and lets it drift through the wind. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at your direction. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I can hear you...You know? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten softly mumbles "No you don't.. I'm not here.. You can't possibly hear me.." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You can't fool a wolf. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a sandwhich from his bag. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hungry? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten peers down at what you're holding, then shakes her head, making the leaves rustle and a few fall to the ground. "I don't eat anything I can't identify.." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You can come here and identify it. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't be scared...I don't bite. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten stays where she is. "Wolves can't fool me.. I'll be climbing down and.. WHACK! NOMNOMNOM!" T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are aware that I am a Witcher right?...Mutant built for every possible situation. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And You are lucky that I am not one of the youngsters. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I protect towns.. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There is nothing I could possibly do to you. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya stabs both of his swords down on the ground tightly. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten ponders on that. "So.. you're a wolf AND a mutant.. and you want me to get closer.." She sighs and wraps her arms tighter around the tree branch. "Sounds like I should just take a nap and see if you go away?" T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: See...No weapons. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I just want to see If you are ok... T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Usually people here get injured or bitten. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Or even contracted certain bacteria from these plants. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) LotusKitten mumbles something to herself.. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Come on...I am just trying to help. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya wraps the sandwich in some paper and puts it under the tree. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am here to help. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly moves away. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sits down on the ground. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rests and begins to meditate... he chants softly to himself. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: We can do this all day. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You awake? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: wandering through the forest happens upon a wolf meditating and a sandwich by the tree T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Hello. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: Hello my friend T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: I have been tracking you T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...Why? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: You came through my villager a fortnight ago and helped us, i have been tasked to finding you again by our elders T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...What is wrong? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes thes stabbed swords and mounts them behind his back. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria bows before Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: I am to seek your guidance and council and return as maester T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: I am at your humble service T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok...Do I need to return to the village or...? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: No, I am to study your abilities and charms of the people of the forest T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: spies the LotusKitten grasping the tree tightly and coks her head to the side T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: You must be an imposter! T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm... T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So you are my student? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: I will report to my elders that I have found you to be an imposter, you do not have the ability to charm the forest people it appears T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who?...Me? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria nods at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...I am a Monster-Hunter. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I hunt monsters. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I kill demons. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Blah...Blah...Blah... T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: You have terrified her! T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: Let us see your true skill, prove yourself T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What skill?...To whom do I test it on? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: takes her finger to her face and slowly peels away the lizardskin T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at you like nothing is going on. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What do you want me to do? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria summons a Behemoth, which breathes FIRE onto Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What do you want me to prove? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I do not understand your test. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya points at a wandering Mjorn. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: How much you want to bet?...I can handle it with my bare hands. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the Huge Half Deer-Half Bear monster. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: I will not not bet, just prove you are a worthy teacher T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: The rewards are high T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This beast doesn't have a good muscle tissuen T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So I can paralyze it with my finger. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Observe. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks up to the monster dropping both of his blades to the ground. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: watches your every move closely T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges the charge of the Mjorn and quickly punches it near theneck. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya dodges the charge of the Mjorn and quickly punches it near the neck. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya walks slowly towards the Mjorn as it can barely move. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out his chains from his bag. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya ties up the horns of the monster and pulls it down. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a silver knuckle from his pocket and punches it in the middle of the face giving it brain damage. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria looks at Irya and goes "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya puts the knuckle back in his pocket and walks away as the creature slowly starts dying. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Done. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: It appears you have mastered your craft of torture when the beasts cannot fight back T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes both of his blades from the ground and mounts them on his back. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I torture them during combat even. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria chuckles at Irya's joke. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria still doubts he is the true savior that came through her town T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is true...Most monster either die slowly or die extremely quickly. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast appears, with a bright flash of light. wveryone is slightly dazed by the brilliance of it. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oops sorry about that stil trying to get this spell right T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria must find the deserver of this great reward T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria bows before HellaBeast. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: reward? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I didn't save anybody Zyboria T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria nods at HellaBeast. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: There was no monster activity in the town while I was passing through. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: A hero rode through our town and saved us from great peril a fortnight ago, I am to learn of his ways, become a maester and deliver to him a great reward for his service T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya crosses his arms and looks at Zyboria. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen: Er. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You cannot copy a Witcher Zyboria. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You must be trained starting at the age of 5. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen: Please do not tell me Irya is your hero. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria sighs. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen buries her face in her hand and sighs, shaking her head. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: My elders will be very dissapointed if I fail my task T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: Who shall get the reward? I must find our Hero! T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Vixxen: oh. kay... T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This reminds me of the time I burned a pu...Ummm...Nothing. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya clears his throat loudly and looks around. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: you know i could be your hero. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast straightens his shoulders and nods proudly. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Impossible...She is looking for a monster hunter. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not a warriorn T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Whatever it is...I don't care. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: well i may not be a witcher, but i do posses some potent magics, and a rather large sword T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No matter how large If It isn't made out of the right material my friend you could barely penetrate through a Mjorn's eye. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And I might say you need to be a mutant that lives and breathes swordsmanship. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So...Anyhow... T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: The reward is possibly useless. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Aswell as her attempt to make a Witcher caln. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: clan* T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is near impossible. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You need mutagens labs and everything aswell as master trainers. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: i see. and a silver sword huh? T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: That is specially made. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Not an average one though it needs to be carved. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: but of course, the best for the best T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: By ancient magics. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh ancient magics you say, where might one learn of these magics T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: These magics are carved within the swords...Even I don't know. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You have a crazy dwarf that makes these. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast goes, "Hmmmm." T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He is a master blacksmith. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ah dwarves that explains it, oh well the would never teach me theire secrets T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No he doesn't like giving off information. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: He keeps his master recepies to himself. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast nods. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is not written down anywhere...It is in their mind. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: So no notes or anything. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And mind control...They would just shoot themselves before they talk. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: and i doubt he would have me as an apprentice T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: They only accept their own and those that are worthy. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oh well... so much for magic sword carving spells T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This forest is lovely T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I like Autumn. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast looks around T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Peace quiet and lovely. T3/r7/2014-08-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I love these places. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly walks through the forest. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Autumn Is coming... ) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria playfully tackles Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What?! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who are you?!? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh...It is you. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria nods at Irya. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You found your...Hero? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: No...I have found no one worthy T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is the reward anyway? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And...Do you mind If you move aside?...I don't like it when you are on top of me T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is kind of awkward. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: My elders have forced me to let that remain privy information T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria laughs out loud. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...This is rather strange. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: how so? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You are on top of me. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: If that isn't awkward i Dunno what is. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria moves aside to let Irya up T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well...That was strange. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly gets up. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Darkness itself seems to twist and congeal, like a thick cloud of odorless pitch hanging in the air. The temperature of the room drops noticeably as the candles and other firelights flicker. Somewhere deep inside the liquid darkness a pair of red glowing eyes seem to open, and suddenly, where there was no one moments ago, a shade emerges from the wall. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: ooo T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon casts disrupt undead. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( It is daytime and it is the Autumn Forest ) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: No fire just the road. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) Puppied Oladon rolls 1 die with 20 sides - total dice roll is 13. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What the hell are you guys doing? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zyboria: Look! A wall in the forest! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who are you two? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius hopes his resistances stand up! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Ask not such questions, mortal. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh my. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius .oO(How do you dice on a channel?) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Who are you, Immortal? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Do you not recognize me? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) Zyboria rolls 3 dice with 10 sides each - total dice roll is 13. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I only see a fool attempting to be one. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Dice) (Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius rolls 1 die with 20 sides - total dice roll is 2. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: But really...Immortals are long gone. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Because I slew the last one left. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Ah yes... gone. Certainly... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well by that I mean dead. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Foolish one... do you not know the meaning of the word "Immortal"? Is your Linguistics check so low? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius cries out in pain and anguish as the Immortal's spell rips his nigh ethereal form into ribbons of mist. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I know what you are talking about. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I have slain one. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Lies. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: My own brother. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: With his own blade with my blood covered on HIS blade! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Parsing failed. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: You honestly think I didn't absorb some of his power. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I did. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius .oO(She's an actual Imm, not a highlander... :D) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Ummm... ) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Ok note to self... ) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon sniggers quietly to herself, reflecting over an amusing thought. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya . o O ( Always Fing!!! ) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya raises an eyebrow. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon chuckles politely. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks around you better. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: When mortals play... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: An actualy living being. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius gathers himself back into a singular entity and comes to rest near Oladon. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Do you have any idea how much that stings? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Definitely Defines: not nearly enough... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon pats a kitten on his head. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What is it with you Immortals and kittens? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: I actually prefer puppies. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Me too. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: But Turrillius here has a habit of reforming as a kitten. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...Yeah... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: A "reformed" kitten. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya whistles appreciatively. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out a sword and cuts you but does nothing. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Only when you insist that I do... What I wouldn't give to live in a world where the "Higher Powers" didn't insist things upon me. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes out his flaming grenade and throws it at you. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Silly mortals. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: You did not count to three. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes out his one handed crossbow and shoots you. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: How comes it that your crossbow has a hand? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It is wielded with one hand. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Tell me, Mistress, have you fallen head over heels in love with me yet? It's been quite a while since I checked. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out a ripper and attempts to rip your skin but it breaks. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: I have not. I have in fact married another denizen of this realm. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Samocool: what the people do ijn this channel? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya takes a frost grenade and throws it at you, alas nothing happened. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Roleplay. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: And trying to kill Imms. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Die! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: And they say that you Immortal types are infallable. Yet, here you've admitted to making a dire mistake. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sarl: Frozen grenade. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sarl: let it go T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius flashes a wicked grin at the Goddess Poet. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps bashing you with his mace but it breaks aswell. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: What the... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ok that is it! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya unleashes great power and slashes you...But you still stand. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I got nothing. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I tried everything. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: In fact, you got gender-changed. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: But that was a while ago. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Oh...Come on! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sarl humps Irya's leg wildly!!! EEEWW!!!! T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Can I ask that you return my male organs? T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: It would be greatly appreciated :) T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sarl sends Puppied Oladon across the dance floor. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: They're out on holiday. Said they'd be back after a while. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Puppied Oladon: Didn't say precisely when. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Samocool: tonight we are going to eat on the floor, nah nah nah nah nah... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Hopefully they're back before Fryday. I hear wolfen mountain oysters are a delicacy on the dark continent. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Yeah Yeah. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: I tire of this... place. The forest smells of fresh air and wet dog today... T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Good. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I like this place. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: This is where I usually sit and think. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius glares through the wolf...thing for a moment before the glowing eyes of the shade seem to light up in a cheerful sort of dancing motion. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya sits down and starts thinking. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius: Then allow me to leave in a... most spectacular fashion. T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Druid Turrillius suddenly erupts in a fireflash of sparks and smoke as flames engulf the area around his form. A blinding white light gushes up from the earth as white hot fire spreads in all directions at once. The center of the blast is marred by a black splotch of burnt ground that seems flash frozen. A whisper on the wind echoes, "By fire be cleansed. Your forest burns." T3/r7/2014-08-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: first T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: you mean here? T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides upon his steed as he goes through the Autumn foredt. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya rides upon his steed as he goes through the Autumn forest. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai jumps into a pile of orange and yellow leaves! T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast Suddenly apears from thin air. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai yells 'Eep!' as Hella falls into the pile of leaves! T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: Oops T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chuckles politely. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai grabs HellaBeast in a head lock and NOOGIES him... ARGH!!! T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: it's okay, i was making a mess anyAAAAAHHHHH HORSE HORSE T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast falls down laughing. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai jumps barely out of the way as Irya and his horse plows through the leaves! T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast , however was too slow and got hit by the horse T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai dashes over to Hella as the horse trots away. 'Are you alright?' T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: ow, I think so. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast waves his hand and the scratches heal. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai goes ooOOooOOoo at HellaBeast. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: what is that? T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: hehe just a bit of magic. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai: holy magic? nature magic? cheese beer magic? T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: that was a bit of healing I picked up a while back, but I do also know some cheese beer magic. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chants something you couldnt understand, and 2 bottles appear by them. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chuckles politely. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai takes a bottle, and attempts to open it... T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast snaps his fingers and both bottles fly open, he then takes his bottle and drinks it. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai is hit in the face by a bottle cap, leaving a red mark. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast: oops sorry that happens sometimes, now where did that horse go. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai silently toasts HellaBeast. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai gulps down the beer. Gulp Gulp. T3/r7/2014-08-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) HellaBeast chugs his. and scans the area. T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Nickdimond: i am on a quest to purge this land of all demoonic forceses T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bobolai runs away in utter terror! T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye walks on a street and appears to be quite in a mess T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde tips a bucket full of water over on Greeneye's head. T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: aww... im already in a mess... T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: just stay away from y purse, thief T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Definitely Defines frowns sadly, looks around and goes 'meh..' T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: well, doesnt change the fact that i need a shower... or two T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: or three T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Form Aldehyde: or four T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: come on, its just my instict. i can control myself... to a degree T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around and sighs T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: do you per chance have anything against me? T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Definitely Defines: researchers have determined that ice bucket challenges are actually composed of meh. mathemeticians state that, while they are unable to understand exactly how an activity or idea can be "composed of" an ephemeral concept, they are "really quite certain" of the finding. T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: meh? T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Definitely Defines: dont you sass me chile T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what do T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye: what does meh mean? T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye looks around T3/r7/2014-08-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Greeneye returns to his walking as he sees that no one else is disturbing him. T3/r7/2014-08-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Turie turns cowlike eyes on you, chews his cud, and moos plaintively. T3/r7/2014-08-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: hehe T3/r7/2014-08-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: so i was wondering if it is a way to set that up so i dont have to typ the name of the mob every time T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: hehe T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: did you go to the board and see the mew post T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: i realy wanted to coment on it but i dont want to get dusted T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: mis T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: here T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Belrock: mis T3/r7/2014-08-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Khendachi: yawn