T3/r7/2015-05-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis  yawns, gazing about.
T3/r7/2015-05-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) As Always, Vixxen yawns.
T3/r7/2015-05-07.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis yawns
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis sets himself down on the ground, grumbling about fatigue and tiredness. The lizard awkwardly pauses, emitting a sneeze, then continues his grumbles.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis sighs, not realizing how incredibly lonely it was around here. He peers into the void
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba: ;smiles as she glances around. "Hello?" she asks.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis yawns quietly, gazing quickly towards Jiba.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba senses some life and waves, "Hello."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis sets aside his mace, smiling towards Jiba as he casually waves. The lizardman paladin quite content in his sitting position against the wall. "Merry meet," greets the lizard, "How are you?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba stops for a moment and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.  She tilts her head and says to the lizardman, "I am well.  My name is Jiba,"  She smiles, "And how are you?"  She looks towards her right and looks at a bridge to a catwalk.  "Hmms..." she muses.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin extends clawed hands to either side of his body, throwing his head back in an ethereal howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba hears a howl and it startles her.  "Oh!" she says, "What was that?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis nods slowly, "I am well, Jiba." He follows her gaze towards the catwalk, the lizard finding it interesting he hadn't noticed it before. Then again, he had been resting after questing so much. He stood, his dragonbone armor clanking softly. Grabbing his mace of destruction, he slid it into the holster on his belt. He made a motion with his hand towards the catwalk, "Where's it lead?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis blinks, "I do not know. It sounded foreign, beastly." The paladin briefly places a clawed hand to the hilt of his mace.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba says to the lizardman, "I think it leads to a prison complex."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) A macabre Sonet lights a fire in hopes Menolin will stay away from it.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Light fades.  Solo Mid Menolin disappears amid swirls of darkness.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis grunts towards the howl again. It was farther away than before. Idly he watches towards the forest in the distance, then looks to Jiba. "A prison? Here? Interesting." He smirks, "Should we explore it?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba laughs softly, "I suppose, though I am looking for someone in particular.  I wanted to be in and out of here, but alas, I am a bit lost."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin appears suddenly before you. His blood soaked fur and crazed eyes startling you. What can he want?
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis chortles, about to say something until an instant later a figure appears before them at random. Having little time to react, he lifts his dragonbone shield and withdraws his mace. "what sorcery is this?!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin turns his gaze to Drakomis, "You seek the shrouded one?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis tilts his head, then looks at Jiba. "Is he talking about you?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba raises a barrier around herself as she sees the blood soaked creature.  Fear flickers in her hazel eyes then is quickly replaced with curiosity as she gazes at it then at the lizardman. "I do not know," she says.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis motions towards the beast, "Go on then, explain yourself."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin continues, "The Shrouded One, he was once, long ago, trapped in the bowels of the prison which you now scout." (sorry crappy connection)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: (np)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: and then
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis thinks for a moment, then shakes his head slowly. "No, not I, I but rested here unbeknownst to the true nature of this area." The lizard still maintains his posture, if only briefly, before relaxing and slowly lowering mace and shield. "Pray that you shall tell, then, beast."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Mommas Boy Devol: no more and then!
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: and then!!
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: and thennnnn!
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin motioning to a lone mountain peak, surrounded in ominous clouds, he expains, "The Shrouded One, or Kerathuul, as he was once known, resides upon yonder mountain top. Be warned though, he does not wish to be sought out and thus the journey ahead will be perilous."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba ponders the blood soaked being's words as she listens.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: Hey.. when I type in here.. is my name shown after typing rp?
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin eyes the two adventurers with a bemused look. "Do you seek The Shrouded One, younglings?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay): yes
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: or do I need to include it
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis slowly sheaths the mace on the holster to his belt, lowering his defenses as he places a hand to his hip, posturing in a relaxed manner. His tail idly sways as he looks to the mountain, then back to Menolin. A swift gaze to Jiba after the question was made from the beast. "It does sound tempting..."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba asks as she exits an elevator.  "A mountain top?"  She says to the Lizardman, "Yes.  It sounds like an adventure, for sure."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis smirks, eyeing the eldar up and down before looking back to the beast. "It is decided. An adventure by two new friends shall be sought today. Give us the details, beast!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin warns the two with a sullen expression: "Know this, Keratuul has been known to take on the form of a fearsome Wyrm, and he has enchanted the surrounding forest, that all which lives therein has been driven mad with bloodlust."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: questioningly looks at Drakomis, and wonders what species he is. There is just no telling what type of species has a tail, especially since his only indication that Drakomis really does have a tail, lies no further than a few lines of white text on a black background. It is somewhat representative of shining bright stars, on a nice cool winter evening.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba nods and asks, "So it is near the Prison, this forest?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis looks to Jiba, then the beast. Staying silent.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin draws deeply from a strange pipe and recites and archaic chant to grant Drakomis and Jiba sharper wits and boulstered confidence. "Firstly, the Lake of Despair lies to the South. Take great care while crossing so as not to lose mettle..."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Jerk Fiendish: potato potato potato potato potato potato
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: begins taking mental notes.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis begins taking mental notes.*
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin smokes from his pipe yet again, with seemingly endless lung capacity, eventually continuing: "Once you have traversed said lake, you will be met by ceaseless darkness. Do not be fooled, this is the Vast Woods in it's natural state, the inhabitants of which are naturally sly and elusive."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba: These are not the same as the creatures who have the bloodlust?
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin slides the pipe into an old, worn out satchel. "To maintain bearing in this natural maze, you will require a guide. Naturally, I offer my services to you in this regard, if only out of curiosity for your success."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: eyes the beast, then Jiba. 
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin nods at Jiba.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: (I'm not able to respond to your tells, menolin. Says there's no player of the sort lol)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis looks to Jiba, "What do you think?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba: I think it sounds like an adventure.  I would like to go.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin scans the horizon, ears darting back and forth. "Be swift in your decidings, the prison guards are about."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis looks further out, then clears his throat. "Very well," he says after a momentary silence. He begins to walk towards the catwalk.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin with a concerned look in his eye, sniffs the air and says "Be you on your way then. I shall await you on the Southern bank of the Lake. Good luck with your crossing!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Light fades.  Solo Mid Menolin disappears amid swirls of darkness.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis nods towards the beast. "Fare thee well until then."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis pokes jiba.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba jumps as she is poked.  "Yes, yes, I am ready.  I was just getting supplies."  She nods as she is sorted.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis smiles! Excellent! He proceeds down the catwalk, hand resting on the handle to his mace as he cautiously looks about. "You know," he says idly, "i forgot to write down where we were supposed to go."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin romps through the Vast Wood, slaughtering freely. A scent of blood carries on the breeze.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba laughs softly and gestures towards the distance.  "See that clearing there?  I believe that is the Lake that we seek."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis peers into the distance. A light fog was disappaiting up ahead. He nodded slowly, "Yes I see it. Not too far a walk."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis crosses onto solid ground, traversing the rest of the distance. Occasionally he looks back to ensure Jiba is still there. It was uneventful, and the lake of dispair was ahead. It seemed this adventure wasn't as horrifying as was made out to be.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba continues walking in silence for a while as she studies the way they are heading.  A sudden feeling of heaviness surrounds her and she sighs softly.  "We must be getting close.  I feel a bit of despair upon me."  She looks at Drakomis and asks, "Do you feel it?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis idly grunts, he didn't feel a thing but boredom. He shrugged while walking. "Not really. My scales feel kinda damp due to the dew."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba shivers and nods, plodding along until she and the Lizardman arrive at the shore.  The air was indeed damp.  She quickly braids her hair though some loose tendrils stick to her cheek.  She asks, "Did he say that he would meet us here or across the lake?"  She scans a bit of the nearby shoreline.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin emits a triumphant howl from the far side of the lake.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: looks about, "I think across the lake, along the shore somewhere." He replies, pointing to the west. He continues in that direction, careful to not get to close to the water for fear of something ... surprising him. He stops briefly, hearing the howl. "yep, that way." Continuing.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba nods as she follows Drakomis.  Walking through the brush fatigues her, but she tries to keep up with the Lizardman's long strides.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis looks behind him several times, but not until the last did he notice how she was struggling. He sniffed, then cleared his throat as he slowed and found an area of the shore to sit. His tail made a circle between two logs and rocks, and he took off his backpack. "Let's take a break here," he said as he produced a water canteen and food ration, grabbing an extra for her as he handed it off to her.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin sends a specre of himself to aide the two. It speaks in a ghastly tone, "do not fall privy to the cries of the damned. They are trapped under the lake's rippling surface, and want nothing but for you to join them!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis showed no visible signs of being assailed by such things, but internally he was struggling. As a paladin he was well trained in dealing in the affairs of metaphysical warfare. However, even he had to admit the strain of trying to drown out the screams and cries of horror was getting to him. He continued to eat his ration, nodding towards the spectre. "I can make it," he mumbled. He looked to Jiba, to see if she could.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba shivers as she takes the rations, offering a soft, "Thank you."  Her nose twitches as she listens to Menolin's voice while glancing over her shoulder towards the lake.  She says nothing as she eats the food.  With each bite her energy returns.  She looks at Drakomis after swallowing her last bit.  "It is the physical that strains," she explains.  "I have a mental barrier that I raised when I first felt their despair.  They are but feathery and light touches against it.  I am fine."  She nods and smiles at him.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis nods, visibly satisified with this answer. "That is good. We all have out struggles, I just worried." After some time of resting, he packed his things, offering a hand to help Jiba up (being careful not to slice with his claws).
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin: A maniacal cackle and a resounding BOOM echo from the lone mountain peak, as if sensing the impending guests.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba looks pleasantly surprised by the hand up offer and places her small hand in his and is pulled up.  She remarks, "Very true.  I would lessen your burdens if I could."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis had a slight flush to his scales near his eyes. The food, perhaps? Either way, he doesn't explain it, making sure she was standing before releasing her hand. He continues towards the area across the lake, hearing the cackle and boom not several minutes later. "seems were expected..."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba heard the same cackle and boom, pauses then asks, "Perhaps the creature....?" Her voice trails off as she follows Drakomis, her hand reaching for her whip, just making sure it was there.  Her braids starts to come unloose but she pays that no mind, her concentration extended outward around the both of them.  Listening.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: replies with, "Perhaps," but his expression betrays him. He continues forward, unsheathing his mace, but not raising it to battle readiness. The lizard seemed more concentrating on the journey than the end result, looking everywhere for their beastly adventure guide. Finally reaching the point where he'd assumed the beast meant to find him at. 
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba whispers, "This must be the place."  She turns to look towards the forest thick with trees.  She extends her concentration towards it and flinches before turning to Drakomis, "I suppose we wait then."  She gestures towards the forest, "That must be the forest the creature spoke about."  She rubs her brow absently.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin emerges from the Vast Wood, and greets the two. "Ah! Good of you to have made it! Now for the next task. You see, this forest was once my home. Luckily for me, I left for adventure before Keratuul took up his new residence, and in his paranoia made it a darker place than what it was..."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis watches Jiba absently until noticing her reaction to looking at the forest. He looks towards it, then her, before finally seeing the beast.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba curtsies politely towards the creature.  She listens to his tale.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis also listens, though shows no signs of politeness. He simply watches.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: spontaneously appears from the ground, after a blast of wind comes through. It starts out as sand and dust particles, then slowly, dried leaves start whirling around in all kinds of directions. The leaves start spinning faster, this time in a more circular motion. The speed of the rotating leaves keeps getting higher and higher, until eventually the leaves are spinning so fast that the leaves were no longer visible. Immediately after, a dark cloud rips across the, and with it, came a loud crash, and in came a very powerful lightning bolt, that had enough force to cause the ground to tremble within 70 kilometres. You see a bright white flash, and you are momentarily blinded. The pain in your eyes is unbearable. The pain was so agonizing, you became very disillusioned, that you had no clue where you were. Your sight regains, slowly but surely. An orange frog, wearing a black top-hat, also wielding in its hand, a wand of some sort. At first he appears happy to see you, as if he were going to befriend you. M
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin continues, "The first thing to bear in mind when attempting to journey through The Vast Wood, maintain focus on your goal, and not your surrounding! If you falter, you will notice the trees moving and then understand why such a small forest can be so Vast."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: snorts. "hallucinations," he quirps.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis snorts. "hallucinations," he quirps.*
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin startled, looks to Jiba, "Have you ever had such an encounter?" he asks.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba blinks a few times, very startled by said hallucinations then turns her attention by to the creature.  "Not recently, no," she replies to his question.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: looks to the forest, then at the beast. "I've dealt with sorcery of the sort. Mushrooms, dust, other things. Always has an explanation. If it doesn't, that's when I'm scared."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Naughty Neji: hm
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: (I keep forgetting the semicolon)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin shrugs dismissively. "Curious... I do wonder what that was all about. Not often that a group such as ours would experience a shared hallucination." His ears twitch and his nose scans the breeze, "Dark things lurk in yonder shadows, let us press onwards."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: realizes that he should not have made a scenario of that length, and what was shown was only a third of it, and accidentally cleared off the rest.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis smirks. Frogs with tophats didn't scare him. Internally he's having a laughing fit. He begins walking toward the forest.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba follows behind the other two, staying close to them.  She keeps her eyes on the creature's back, careful not to glance at the forest, remembering his words.  She tries.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin rears up in a defensive stance. "Drakomis, Jiba, a band of stealthy Saytrs approaches us swiftly from the East. Make a call, defend the attack or evade to the West?"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) TearsOfAnger: reassures Drakomis that this frog was not just any frog. It has the powers and capabilities beyond anyone's imagination.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis is pretty much tripping balls as he watches the tree-line sway back and forth. The beast was right, this is great. He blinks several times, clearing his vision, but only partially. He grunts, raising his mace. He has the feeling to say something unnatural like, "come at me bro", but instead says, "ready!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba refreshes her barriers and wields her whip.  Her braid had come nearly loose and a breeze feathers at her hair and she says, "Defend," her voice soft but firm.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis quickly enters a defensive stance, raising his shield. Somehow he was able to see through the vast array of trippy colors in his vision. Was it that frog that did this? Probably, he did stare at the light as it flashed.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin nods decisively and brandishes a massive hammer, you wonder where he had kept it this whole time... Preparing to ambush the attempting ambushers, he leaps to a tree, one claw digging into the bark of the trunk, prepared to swoop down on the unsuspecting Saytrs.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin sniffing the air carefully, looks down to Jiba and Drakomis. "Stay put, I will flank them from above when they try their assault. My guess is that there is about six of them, though their troupes rarely reach more than five."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis nods, beginning to kneel down as he watches in the distance.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin calls out, "Here they come! Brace thyselves!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis readies his weapons, briefly looking to Jiba before stancing appropriately.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin: Four Saytrs bound carelessly out from behind a massive tree trunk and within seconds are upon Drakomis and Jiba...
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba is anxious even as she nods.  She does not move a muscle until Menolin calls out.  An enemy comes straight at her and she whips him with her weapon.  Once then twice before he comes in contact with her barrier which he batters.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin descends from his vantage point onto one of the fiends as it was about to try dispelling her barriers. As he swings his hammer at the creature, four MORE appear out of nowhere! "Seems like they have cloaks of some sort! Be vigilant and steadfast!" He shouts
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis twirls about before the first saytr gets to him, smashing his mace into the fragile skull with a sickening cccrrraacckk as brain matter and blood splatter on his armor. Before he could pull out the end of his mace from the neck of the satyr, another was upon him. He uses his shield to bash the face of his attacker, getting a few free tugs pf his weapon before he dislodges it. He pushes the satyr back with his shield, then rears his mace up and down, missing the satyr as it hops out of the way. The lizard growls.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin lets loose a viscious howl, setting the attackers off guard, and with one mighty swing, he disembowels two of the foul beings. Amidst the frenzy he explains (rather loudly), "They were never so well equipped! I suspect this is more of Keratuul's doing!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba swings her whip as she can, pausing only to use her free hand to assist with her mind thrust, the physical movement somehow helps her focus.  The power crashes into one to the creatures causing it to stagger back, but then he is quickly recovered and on her once more.  Again she thrusts with her mind, the strain of it, making her pale and her breathing labored.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin tosses a rejuvenating potion in a mysterious vial to Jiba, "Quickly! Consume this for stamina untold!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis lunges at the satyr, and in a very characteristic method of killing among his people, his jaws open then close around the neck of the satyr. Or tried to. The enemy did move, but not enough, instead jaws now clamped on its face. His mace arm begins pounding on the satyr, and jaws clamp tighter and tight as the screams of agony intensify from the creature ten fold until...crrrk. It falls to the ground, limp, skull cracked and body broken. He twirls around, noticing Jiba's complexion, and with a loud battlecry he rushes over to assist against her attacker.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin swings his hammer wildly at one of the two Saytrs wielding bows, crushing it's ribcage. It falls to the ground in a crumpled heap screeching cries of agony. Seeing this the other ranged Saytr decides to retreat!
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba drinks of the vial that Menolin threw to her as Drakomis relieves her just as her barrier crumbles.  She falls to one knee, her head feeling as if it would split.  Then the vial's contents take affect and she feels a rush of energy throughout her slender frame.  She says, "Thank you," in the middle of battle as if she were thanking someone who passed her a cup of tea in a salon and raises a barrier around her with ease.  She joins Drakomis, whom she notes is covered in blood and guts, and finishes off the enemy.  Full of energy, she grins at him.
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis pants heavily, assisting with the finish with a swing of his mace, standing there, eyes lit on fire as if a great rage were in his heart. His breathing slows, and his eyes come back to the present as he makes note of Jiba. He slowly nods at her, "You're welcome."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin says, "Leave that one to die slowly. Not out of spite, but his anguished cries will ward off other curious creatures."
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: (I have to go guys, my apologies! Gotta drive until tomorrow, I'm a trucker. Cya soon?)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba: (Thank you for the rp.  Drive safe and we can continue at a later date?)
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Solo Mid Menolin with an insane glint in his eye, turns to Drakomis. "Then we will set camp here for the night!"
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis: (Most assuredly! Thank you Jiba and Menolin!) Agrees, helping set up camp so he can rest.\
T3/r7/2015-05-08.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jiba helps with setting up camp.  With all her energy, she has a fire built quickly.
T3/r7/2015-05-09.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Copperdoge: ello
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis fiddles around with his armor, having shed some of it after resting the night prior. The morning was still dark, and having awoken the paladin had rekindled the fire to provide an ambient light. It flickered off his form as he went about cleaning his dragonbone armor, his chestplate in hand specifically. His mind was totally on the task, thinking Calia and the beast were asleep.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia hears some movement as she was on the cusp of wakefulness.  She rolls over before sitting up, her braid having come loose, her hair a mess.  She brushes some from her face and looks around, her alertness returning as she takes in the makeshift camp.  Right away she sees the Lizardman, his armor catching the shifting flames.  She says hoarsely, her voice still yet to catch up to being awake, "All is well?"  She searches around for her whip.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis briefly stops cleaning his armor as his head tilts slightly up, then he gazes back down at his task as he resumes. "All is well," the paladin replies, his voice rough due to the morning hours. His chest expands as he takes in a breath, letting out a long sigh as if contemplating a task. Finally, after a silence, he speaks again. "And you?"
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia sits back on her haunches and sighs as she looks around in the near darkness.  She nods and she runs her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle it.  Then she braids it, determined for it to not come loose again.  As she does this, she takes a moment to listen.  The soft sounds of Drakomis' movement, with the crackling fire... other than that, silence.  A deep silence and she shivers as she finishes up.  "The wolfen creature, he's not here," she states before rummaging around in her pack.  She pulls out two rations, one she holds out for Drakomis.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Gym Leader Mokg lets off a real rip-roarer ... a greenish cloud envelops Gym Leader Mokg!
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis takes the offered ration, muttering thanks as he sets his chestplate down. A closer look would reveal it had been clean for some time. The extra cleaning would have seemed unecessary. He goes about opening the ration, using an ebony clawtip from his finger to slit it open. Piece by piece he sets it into his reptilian maw, chewing (or as close to chewing for his race), and swallowing. The eye facing closest to Calia darts to her, then back to his food. "I noticed," he said. A few bites later and he had finished the ration, discarding the wrap into the fire. The brightness increased briefly before returning to normal. "Your hair was fine," he said.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia opens her own rations and nibbles at it.  She says, "I should cut it or get a tie for it."  She nibbles some more food then takes out her magical carafe and drinks some water.  She asks, "Have you need of water?"  She takes another sip, and peeks at the lizardman as she does so, over the rim of the carafe.  After a moment, her lowers it, cupping it in her hands.  "Maybe he is out scouting," she decides aloud.  She pauses to listen.  "It is so quiet," she whispers.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis motions at his waterskin beside his backpack, shaking his head in reply to her question. He hadn't noticed her look. He heaves a sigh again, turning as his tail sways to another resting position. Facing halfway towards her from the log he sat on, he examines her fully. Snout pointing at her so both eyes could look. After a moment he looks back at the fire, fiddling with twigs and grass as he gazed into the dark abyss beyond the fire. "Probably scouting," he mused. He sniffed idly, looking in another direction. "There is no danger to this silence. Nothing but of idle claws and swords."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods at Drakomis' words then rises with her pack in hand.  She stores the remaining rations and carafe into it before taking up her whip.  She paces a bit, agitated.  "What should we do?" she asks him.  "Wait or press ahead?"  She looks at the sky peeking through the trees, "When we have more light of course..."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis watches her out of the corner of one eye, snorting under his breath. He watches the fire as she paces. Catching a gleam beside him, he looks at his dragonbone gauntlets. Picking one up to inspect their cleanliness he speaks. "In my land, patience and honor are the keys to survival. Patience for when you are on the hunt, watching your prey. Honor for when you know that prey deserves to live. A lack of these two creates lazy warriors. The warrior without patience misses his kill. The warrior without honor kills the innocent. The warrior without patience and honor become tyrants."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia stops her pacing and listens to the Lizardman intently.  She lowers her eye and nibbles on her lip, considering his words.  She goes back to where she had been sleeping and sits down again, and pulls out her rations and starts to eat a bit more.  Now and then she pauses as if she would speak, but does not and continues to eat.  When she has had her fill, what is left is returned to her pack and she tilts her head to listen once more to the surroundings.  Finally, she asks, "While we wait, can you tell me of your home land?"
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica appears subtlty as just a pair of blue reflections on the far side of the fire
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis shifts his position on the log. His brownish-gold scales gently lit by the fire more visibly. "Krom?" he said, as if a question. "Far off, far away." He replied, to himself more than her. "I miss it. Many races of lizards, unity, cooperation. Not like here. Too much death." His expression changed, being somber for a moment. His eyes dart up to see a blue shimmer or reflection of something, but the fire distorted it. He let it go as caused by the fire. He continued, "The Empire of Krom is beautiful. Beaches, mountains, forest, snow. Many villages, not too many cities like here."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods her head as the lizardman speaks, her eyes reflecting the fire.  She smiles softly, "I like beaches," she says wistfully as a hint of a memory comes to her.  Her fingers fiddle with some twigs that she finally leans forward to throw into the fire.  At that moment she notices the blue, fleeting.  Her brow furrows, just for a second and then she is sitting back, again, her fingers fiddling at twigs.  "What brings you so far from home?"
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo snickers as he walks along and you hear him muble about how he has travelled many moons to get here and something about his feet!! *Gasp*
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis scoffs, "Honor. Trying to find my way. Such is the custom and way of my people. When we reach a certain age, we are given a choice. Continue our families legacy, or forge our own. I chose to forge my own." His eyes distant as he continued. "My father serves in the Kromulan Army, he's a great leader. I wanted to honor him. I learned how to fight, to battle, to be a paladin. But it wasn't enough. I wanted adventure."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo walks around as his eye wander around staring at Drakomis as he set his eye on what little value your gear has,  Hearing him speak "you not from these parts of the land i assume, The monster are deadly and demand more then any other, one glance and you can end up as a happy meal ." he try to re assure you that the path of a Knight is a very demanding one for those who have not conquered many.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia hears a strange voice in the area and looks at Drakomis, "It seems as if this area is not so secluded as I had thought."  She looks concerned, "I wonder if they know of the danger of the Satyrs?"  The area is brightening with the morning and reveals the stranger who is walking about the camp.  Her mouth opens slightly in surprise and she gasps.  Finally, after noticing that he is not a Satyr, she offers a polite, "Greetings."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis glances up at the newcomer, stifling a snort as he looks back to the fire. The morning light was indeed beginning to shine. The area around them was beginning to take shape and appearence as the day began to birth anew. "No I am not of this land," he said, his tone more firm, "and I am proud not to be. But thank you for the advice."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo lays waste to the dusty corners of the floor, Pondering his next words his eye stare at calia with eyes of death, The very sight of his eyes cause her to quiver as a dark chill runs down her spine cause her legs to shutter and shiver , He snickers then remarks "greeting . Stranger"
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo covers his White glowing gear behind a darken coat , His eye averting from the newly sun rays . He continues to Ask " Was your land rich in wealth and soldiers, And if so what brings you to my dearest land i call home" he rubs his chin then begins to look deep into the blaring fire as his soul catch alight for the lust to kill.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia gazes serenely at the visitor, her mind and body most unaffected by his stare.  Being who she is, she takes out what is left of some rations and offers it to the stranger.  "My name is Calia," she says.
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis just stares at the newcomer. "You are a very strange person. You stare at the woman as if in lust and you ask me what riches my home has. No, I don't think I should tell you."
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo remarks "No thanks, I have my own but thanks" watching him pull back his coat to bring back just a bottle of magical water then slowly bring them to his lips and run the bottle lid close to his lips as the bottle traces over ,You watch him drink the mysterious Juice as it gives off a scent of lemon you see him try hide what ever kind of wealth or noblity he may be from, "What title may you hold over your name ,from your lands" he ponders evilly
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo snickers ar Drakomis saying , "i am just curious to know what brings you, I am no strangers to People whom's countrys have faded out from being depleted" he snickers to himself lost in his deep thoughts of the thousands of monster he has slaughtered and executed with his very own hands , then grins as his faces turns down to the floor
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis snorts, yawns. "I don't think you realize how insulting your words are, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. As I said before, my history is no business of yours. I hold no land, I am simply a Paladin of Krom." He rises, stretching. "I am very tired, pardon me while I rest." After a moment he picks up his armor, heading to his tent to promptly lay down. (Sorry, I'm very tired! Your character is a bit of a hothead Lambo, haha. Anyway, night all, or morning.)
T3/r7/2015-05-10.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia follows her companion lead and withdraws.  "Good say, Sir," she says politely.
T3/r7/2015-05-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin and a wild elf join in howling to Luna, the tones mixing in perfect harmony.
T3/r7/2015-05-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-11.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Copperdoge: coughs loudly
T3/r7/2015-05-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Drakomis prepares for trouble, but makes it double
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Imm Rumour's warpanther unleashes a mighty roar.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo lets off a real rip-roarer ... a greenish cloud envelops Tricksy Bamboo!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant , the former count of a mighty land, enters the premises with a suden regret as he smells a foul smell.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Oh, I'm sorry. Does our presence offend ye your majesty? 
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: It seems I am to blame. My apologies.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Just keep your.. er.. private odors to yourselves.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: No need to apologize my oriental acquaintance. Our impoverished noble needs to learn some humility.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: Agreed. On another matter, have any of you heard of a rumour about a roar of a dragon, not long from now?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I have learnt it very well since my banishment from my own lands, mind you.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: No, I haven't. Perhaps we should get a party together and slay the foul beast.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Dragons are majestic creatures. Not just dumb killing machines
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: I wouldn't go around calling it a beast, much less foul. Rumour has it that it has god-like abilities, like changing one's pretitle for example. I'm sure you've experienced it when you were banished from your lands, Abberant?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: I know I have..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Not really.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Well I haven't had many experiences with this foreign land. However, the chromatic dragons are rather evil where I'm from.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) A giant red dragon swoops down from the sky, landing beside Evil Imm Rumour.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Imm Rumour orders her dragon to attack Dirk, oh the horror!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Imm Rumour climbs aboard her giant red dragon and he carries her away to safety.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: Now you are, mate! :D
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: That's maybe because from where you're from, the dragons don't like conversing with brutes.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk cast lay of hands upon himself, mending some of the burns.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo tells Dirk that he should have been a cleric instead. The nerve!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'm actually an inquisitor. I purge evil in the name of GREAT JUSTICE!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: ((Uh, I'm very sorry for asking, but could everybody tone down the fast typing? Hehe, it's hard playing on a phone))
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo . o O ( Certainly! )
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Do you now?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant smirks at Dirk.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'm sorry, am I talking to fast for a noble? I...will...slow...my...words...for...you.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant throws an icy glance at Dirk. A look like that could kill!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: An inquisitor such as myself has to deal with monologues and grand speeches from evil-doers frequently. The only way to shut their trap is a snarky comment.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Sure. Anyway.. Where has that mighty red dragon run off to?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: What alignment is a red dragon anyway? I assume they're evil.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: If it is tamed by an immortal, I'm sure it isn't.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: That would depend on the immortal. If it were the legendary Rumour, her pretitle pretty much gives her away.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Evil Imm Rumour throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo peers around himself intently.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant looks at Rumour.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: So, where is the dragon?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) WarSnail Anaristos points excitedly at a gold dragon whelp!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant whips his head around to see the whelp.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo sighs at the sight of Mrrl.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) V4 or Bust Xyzzy pets a Cunning Imm disguised as a Prickly Cactus.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant yawns and naps for a while as he floats above everybody.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: (sleeptalking) Dirk is a brute..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant smirks in his sleep.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk considers the comedic value of emptying his flask onto the nobleman.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk considers it a waste of good whiskey as he downs the last of the flask's contents.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant opens an eye to see Dirk drinking. An idea pops into his head.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Hey Dirk, mind if I have some?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Sorry mate, I'm all out.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: What am I saying? Sure you would!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo . o O ( awkwaaaaard )
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Such a waste..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Unless you got more liquor in that torn cape of yours, I would never share a drink with you.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo casts Conjure Drink. A bottle of whisky suddenly appears out of thin air, and he hands them to everyone in the room.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Thanks Bamboo. You just saved Dirk from a beating..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Oppa! You are a good friend my brother from an Asian mother.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Eh?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: With a name like bamboo I assumed he was asian. Or at the very least really liked pandas.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: I'm actually a vampire.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: WHAT?! COME ON! I really liked you man.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Ah. What about you Dirk? Where is this land of evil dragons you come from?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: Not all vampire are the same, you RACIST
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Hey, what's that suppose to mean?!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I came rather far and northeast from here I assume. I'm not certain. I wandered for about a year until I came here. At least that's what my slave master scared us with.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You were a slave? That says a lot...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I how no one in here is a filthy, dagger-eared drow or elf. I'd be honor bound to wipe you from this plane.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Say that again?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: You bastard children of demons sold children to a lich for copper... THEY SOLD MY WHOLE CLAN FOR A FEW SHINY ROCKS AND COPPER!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: So... I say again. Any of you kniving, dagger-eared, snoody elves and drow in here?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Do you honestly believe that I WANTED to turn to this.. this thing?! I had my family killed in front of me and I was forced out of my own lands after I was forced to go on a rampage in my homeland!!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk says, "Hi Finklestein!  Fancy seeing you here!"
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Finklestein: Hss.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant glares at noone in particular.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Whatever voice speaks to me preaches salvation for the repentant... I guess as long as you're good at heart... I can tolerate you...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Sadly, my heart is of pure darkness due to my forced-onto-me race
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Then When I meet you again in person... I'll have to give you salvation in death... I pray for mercy upon your immortal soul...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo . o O ( you can do that with 'challenge aberrant' :D )
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I need no mercy. I need compensation for my losses.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'm not ready yet. The only training I have now is what I found in a book wandering as a child.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: And I as well am not ready yet. But I will be..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Just you wait.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'll sell tickets to the duel. I'll even hire a bard to compose a song about it.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Yes. That would be nice. He could make a great song of how I suck you dry..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: That sounded so wrong on so many levels.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica: Poor rhyming for starters
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I took an oath of celebacy.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I thought you night-fiends were charismatic.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: What makes you say I'm not?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Offering me...uh... fellatio... isn't very smooth.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Amazing! I didn't know they had actual liquor here! I just bought a whole caravan's worth of Iridescent Seamist! Not as strong as my grandfather used to make but not by much.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk merrily downs enough alcohol to make a dwarf black out.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica watches as a black dwarf steals all the rest of Dirk's liquor
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Oy! You wanna fukin go mate? You cyka can't even lay a finger on me! *hic*
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica: Your earth -<[=-+-=]<:::<>:::> GLACIATES <:::<>:::>[=-+-=]>- Dirk! [8795] Dirk is DEAD!!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'll have you know I gadumaated top of my class! I am trained in gorilla warfare and have over 300 confirmed kills! You still want to toch mah potato liqour dwarf?!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Shrugging off the cold draft Arnica shot at him, Dirk sits down and starts humming to himself.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I have returned.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: h-10
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Welcome *hic* back.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I see you're drunk.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Care for a gallon or two of Iridescent mist?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica: He is dead drunk
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Whp gave him more liqour?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Where I come from, the word for liquor is the same for water. I bought it from a brewery nearby! I'm starting to sober up, I should drink some more.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You prefer being drunk?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant raises an eyebrow at Dirk
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: It's better than the powerlessness of being a level 5 Inquisitor.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Huh. Maybe I should drink some, since I'm a powerless lvl 1..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Plus it numbs the physical pain too!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant floats towards Dirk
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Mind giving me some?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk tosses a flask of the 125 proof brew at Aberrant.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant takes it and sips.. then hics.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I'm not so well with *hic* alchohol..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: You just drank 75% alcohol. You sure you're alright there?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: I'm *hic* fine~!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: You sure? It took me years to handle this stuff? Say... you look a little,..flush.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant grins maniacally.. Then he throws up.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Christ.. *hic* That is some strong stuff.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I think I have some ether in my apothecary bag. I hear you nobles are fond of the stuff. I learned cure wounds so I don't need it anymore.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant falls to the floor, his dark and tattered cloak's hood leaving his face for the first time... revealing snow-white hair and blood-red eyes.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: ((Man, I just made that up. My writer's instinct is kicking!))
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica: Eek a vampire!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I knew the lightweight couldn't handle it. FREE ETHANOL FOR EVERYONE!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You afraid of *hic* of vampires Arnica?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Oh shut yer trap. You'd get alcohol poisoning by just breathing in my breath.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You shut *hic* up! I am a count *hic ya know!!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: We had a childeren's book my grandmama used to read to me that had a noble Vampire. He was called "the count" and he would teach us how to count. That purple puppet could drink more than you.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Who -hic- asked -hic- you?!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Kanmuru Kirua: I knew the Count, he was no fairytale...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Aren't vampires weak to fire? I could kill you by spraying this liquor over a flame and onto you. Anyone want to lend me their torch?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You -hic- mean Drac? That sonovabitch aint worth mentioning Kirua!!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: No, the purple puppet from the land of Sesame. You know the one.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant begins to calm down and regain composure.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: One sip.. rrm.. isn't so bad. I can't believe you drink this stuff so often..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I drank stronger at every meal as a child. Well... before we were enslaved by your kind.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Hey, as I've told you, I am not one of them. I was turned into one. Against my will.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: ...and I'm sure those elves were still turned against their will. Still tortured us for fun.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Elves are a different matter..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant gets up and covers his head with his cloak's hood again
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Might as well keep your robe down. Everyone who was afraid of you left.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: -sigh- I hate these blasted features that came with the transformation.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Even those who don't believe in vampires still fear me because of these..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I hear the ladies don't. Before we discovered vampires were more than a myth, the book series "Dusk" was very popular.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: You're kidding, right?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Nope. A bunch of people went to illusionists to give themselves paler skin and red eyes. Even middle-aged moms had waterfalls in their pants over these vampires.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Huh. I wish I was there..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Hell, a few even became concubines for them when they captured the town. The ring leader Dio was the only attractive one though.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant freezes at the mention of a familiar name
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Dio..?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Yeah. Dio Bran-something. I ran away when I was 10 so the name escapes me.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant grits his teeth and sits down to think
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: It can't be...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: It might just be the alcohol getting to me. When I'm at my 1st gallon down I stop being able to keep my memories straight. Oppa!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Oppa is Korean for brother right?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Oh no wait...
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Was it?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I hope not. My grandfather used to say it alot as a sort of "huzzah!"
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Now if anyone could kill a man with a fermented potato, it was him!
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Oh no wait.. It was Korean for 'father.' Yeah, that was it..
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Where are you from exactly??
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Yoohoo?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Sorry, I think I blacked out.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant: Huh. So, where are you from?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Somewhere in the far north. Where potatoes are plentiful, the women are beautiful, and it's colder than an Blue Dragon's naughty bits.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: They're the ice ones right?
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Aberrant shrugs
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: After downing his probably 20th quart of Iridescent mist, Dirk shows a solemn look on his face.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Did I ever tell you that Dirk isn't my real name? It's just a name I gave myself. A super hero alter-ego.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: It was just the name of some costumed martial artist from a book I found. I'm still deathly afraid of all that goes bump in the night.
T3/r7/2015-05-15.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I just use the name "Dirk Danger" to make myself fell all heroic. If I didn't delude myself before every battle, I'd still be paralyzed as I was as a little boy.
T3/r7/2015-05-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Drik stumbles through the doorway.
T3/r7/2015-05-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I just killed a an evil healer for fun and profit!
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago enters the building.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I can literally see the sheer amount of green on ye lad.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Come share a drink with me. Iridescent Mist?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Of what?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk hands you a flask reeking of ethanol.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Sorry, I don't drink.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: You come to a tavern and you don't drink?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: I come to socialize.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Well where I'M from, drinking is the best way to socialize. Come on, try a little.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Very well.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago sits beside Dirk and drinks
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: So where did you roll in from "Count".
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Doesn't really matter, since there's nothing left of where I'm from.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Oh come off this "jaded" bullshit. Everyone has a story here. You see that guy passed out in a puddle of his own urine? He used to be a playwright.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: [excuse me for a few mins. my mom's telling me to do my chores already so I'll quit for now]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: (You're killing me smalls.)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata stretches lazily in her seat by the fire. "Ah, do stop pestering the poor thing. Everyone is entitled to either sharing or keeping their stories to themselves." Standing, she wraps the folds of her cloak about her slim form and walks towards the door. "Enjoy your drinks, gents. This lady's got things to kill." With a small wave over her shoulder, she heads out.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: [okay, turns out I can still play a few more mins. What was your last line Dirk?]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago watches Veata as she leaves.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago takes another sip of his drink.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Don't listen to that Veata woman. Anyone who has eyes like hers either have daddy issues or are some other sort of crazy.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Trust me, as an Inquisitor, I deal with Drow Clerics on a daily basis.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Hmm... Talking crap about strangers, huh? Tsk. I should get you for that. :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Huh..
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Always spiders everywhere, or that night-fabric they have making up everything they wear or multi-colored hair.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: But she does have a point..
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: LOOK THE POINT IS...!
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: ...uh... don't stick your dick in crazy?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago coughs on his drink.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I'm too drunk to be dealing with this. Come on then, introduce yourself.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Not much to tell really.. I'm an albino born into a wealthy family, but because of my hair and eyes, I was thrown out amd disowned. I grew up in the streets until a kind nobleman took me in.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Was that so hard? I myself was enslaved along with my tribe as a boy. Damn silver-haired, dagger-eared, bloodsucking night-fiends sold my family to a lich.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: You wouldn't believe the sheer amount of vampires roll into this place laddie. Just keep a dagger in your sleeve at all times, and you'll be just fine.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Wait, let me finish..
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I thought you said there wasn't much to say?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Well.. Just listen. When the man died, ownership of his land went to me, and I took care of the house for 5 yrs until a group of bastards who call themselves vampires took everything away from me and turned me into one of 'em.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: That's all.. Nothing worth mentioning.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Wait... you're one of those fiends too? AYLA DAMNIT EVERY TIME! At the very least tell me you're trying to be good?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: I'm trying to hunt down every last one of my own kind. Well, at least the baddies of my kind.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: The only good vampire is a dead vampire. By extenstion, I guess you're actually a decent person. Just don't do what "Coldsteel" did and accept the curse like it was a gift from above. 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: [Argh, pls pardon my late replies. The internet is being a douche right now]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Coldsteel?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Some purple haired freak that came in the other day. He says he graduated top-of-his-class at the Paladin Academy or something before he got turned. It's all a load of lies but he wore piked wristbands and a was covered in black leather.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: I think he also talked about his favorite band of traveling minstrels... I believe they were called "Ten Inch Tacks" or something.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: Why do vampires adore those kinds of things?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: I'd be better of in my undies than to be seen wearing dark gothic clothes.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: My theory is that the curse screw's with the cursed's mind or something. Makes them fling themselves so headlong into evil that they come out like one of those villains from the books I used to read.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: You're probably right but.. what that does make me?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: [argh, gtg.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: (Cya Nurd)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk grabs another flask from his seemingly infinite duster.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Anyone else care for a drink?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago: [back]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago takes a bottle of welsch from under his velvet cloak and drinks from it.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago looks around the place, searching for something to make his day
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) CountManiago floats towards the ceiling, waiting for anyone to come beneath him so he can scare the life out of them
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster enters the building, uncertain what it is he's entering exactly.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia senses movement and looks up from what she is doing.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the female in front of him. He has never seen such a creature in all his travels.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia brushes some dirt from her hands and stands.  She looks at the Drow, curious.  "Hello," she offers to him.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the creature from head to toe. "Hello." he says, but not as friendly.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia takes a step back and rests her hand on her gavel at her hip. She asks, "Can I help you with something?"  She tilts her head towards the south, "The City is that way."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster turns for a moment to see the city lights glimmering in the distance. "I am not fond of urban areas." he says plainly, turning back to the female.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods in agreement.  For a long moment she says nothing as her mental barrier falls, shifting the air.  She takes a deep breath before raising the barrier up again and asks, "So what brings you to these parts?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster  looks at his surroundings and looks away from the female for a moment. "I honestly do not know where I am," he says as casually as saying 'Hi.'
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia says, "Just a building, outside the city. I come here sometimes before I head out on a mission."  She shifts her weight on her feet, her hand still resting on the gavel, but her stance is not quite so in the ready.  "Well, if you are looking on adventuring around here, I suggest you go to the city and go to the Academy.  It offers some helpful tools."  She raises her hand and rubs her nose before brushing some loose strands of hair from her face.  "Then you can travel where you like, with some knowledge."  She shrugs lightly, "It is a start."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Sorry if I reply late or reply with the same phrase twice, my phone is lagging]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (No problems)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the female with eyes void of any positivity, then at her hand which rests on her hip.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the gavel, evaluating wether to strike first or see where this might lead. Either way, he prepares himself to grab at his weapon if needed.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia notices the Drow's look and smiles sweetly, "A woman can never be too careful you know."  She says, "My name is Calia and I am Enlisted in the Clan Boot Camp."  She doesn't hold out her hand or anything, but she continues to smile, though just slightly.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster doesn't show any sign of agreement, but speaks "Nobody can ever be too careful in this world."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster suddenly plucks his dagger out of it's sheeth in a flash. "That's why you have to always be ready.." he says flatly, holding the blade in his right hand.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia watches the Drow draw his weapon.  She does not change her position and says, "Yes," in agreement.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster smirks. "Or," he continues, "lucky you met with the right person." He makes a show of piercing the dagger halfway through the ground, then he holds out a hand. "I'm called the Shadow Master."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Ah, wait a sec. I need to do something :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (ok)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Back.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia grins then chuckles as she takes the Drow's hand, "Yes.  Well met," she says before stepping back, her actions cautious but not showing fear.  "Really, you should take some time to go to the Academy.  There are some good teachers there and it is done as a service.  Then you can leave the city.  Lots of lands to see."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster smiles as he looks back at the city. "I'm really not that type of guy." he says.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia says, "Ok.  What kind of person are you then?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster rakes a hand through his black hair. "To summarize it," he says, "I'm the type not to befriend." He looks at the sky with an evident but controlled sorrow.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia hmms softly, "A loner then."  She notes his expression and continues, "There are many of those around.  You would have company, that is the truth." She looks around the nearly empty building and sees a table.  She walks there and leans against it.  "So what is your story, then?  Mine is short and sweet, I came here to learn from the teachers of Psi knowledge.  I find it quite challenging."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [???]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Ah, no wait. Wrong send.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster slowly walks toward the table. "I was supposed to be a prince," he said, looking at Calia.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia tilts her head and asks, "Oh?  What happened?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo  grins with displeasure as he suddenly appear out of plan sight, always there just only realized it until now, A tall Handsome gentlemen ,Wrapped in a dark cloak looks down at ShadowMaster and Ponders deeply With Displeasure, Then remarks "Greetings ,New comer"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster examines Calia once more from head to toe. "My parents were murdered and I was blamed," he said.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo gasps as he realizes what ShadowMaster did.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster ignores the sudden stranger, looking only at Calia.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo nod his head twice in agreement With ShadowMaster, then say " They didnt hang you??"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods at Lambo in acknowledgement then asks the Drow, "Well did you?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: I didn't. But it's hard to believe that when I was the only one in the crime scene..
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia says, "And that is why you are here?  You had to flee or you came here to prove your innocence?"  Her brow creases slightly.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: I came here because of both.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo snickers then sheepishly points to a refugee camp with a dirty laughter in his smile
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo looks around and whistles innocently.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster ignores the Triton, still looking at Calia.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia smirks at Lambo before saying to the Drow, "How do you propose to go about doing that?  I mean, how will you start this quest?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo pats ShadowMaster on his head.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster smiles for the first time since getting here. "I will first look for help. This isn't something I can do alone.. That's why I stopped halfway to get a look at you while I was crossing."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia asks, "And why would I help, what would it benefit me?  And him?"  She gestures towards Lambo, "Will he help as well?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: I don't know about him, but I have a starnge feeling about you. It's something I haven't felt in a long time, something positive--if that's even possible for someone like me.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [strange]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Damn typos]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo smirks then glare down into calia eye and whisper something into her ear that Simply makes her giggle with laughter ,He stares up again and remarks "Im just a lonely old soul, Thats been drifting here ,My curse to constantly have to first for the blood of Monsters and Other vague creatures that wreck this Land" 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia "Me?" she asks, "How can I help you?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Join me.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: Join you in what, exactly?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Help me find my parents murderers and when I become prince again, I shall give you more than enough gold for anything that might happen on this journey.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia thinks about this for a long moment.  "Ok, I will assist you as long as it does not interfere with my duties to my clan."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Ah, wait. I need to do something... Gosh, it's dinner time already?!]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (no worries.  enjoy.)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Let's continue this later :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (okay)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata snickers softly from the shadows above. Gloved fingers toy with a long, inky lock of hair. "My, what a tortured existence you have... How long have you been wandering these lands then, drifter?" Orbs of slivered amethyst and sapphire observe the trio below from her perch on a thick, exposed ceiling beam. "Such serious discussions here this evening..." There was a mocking light in her eyes as they lit upon the Triton, though when they turned upon the Drow and other Eldar, she appeared to be merely mildly curious. Perhaps she seemed more curious of the female than anyone else, for it wasn't often that she chanced upon others of her kind.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Ooo, I'm too late to join in. :P]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia looks around slowly, sensing someone else.  She pushes off from the table.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo Shivers as he Realize Veata soft voice bouncing off his ears, then glare up to her. he grins well his Eye wander the Room and darting everyone trying to imagine everyone Undressed but try to ignore that then gets focused into the story as he whisper to Veata "I have Slaughter ,Murdered hundreds, Thousands With a second of Thought ,The drive for my curse is so far gone that i live in fear of my own tools of destructions" ,Lambo glare down at his own daggers in utter Displeasure,Ashamed 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata keeps her gaze upon the Eldar as she turns around. There is an easy smile on Veata's lips as she leans back, hands resting on the beam now. Gaze returning to Lambo, she tilts her head. "Hm. That does sound like a cursed existence... But aren't many others cursed to walk this same plane? Have you ever sought to break this curse of yours?" Her eyes narrow, expression pensive... Though it was truth that she remained vigilant of the presence of others nearby, no matter how absorbed she might appear.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Afk a bit.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [Nod nod in a few]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: ;leans back against the table, fascinated by the other female Eldar.  She smiles slightly even as Lambo speaks up his plight.  After a moment she looks over towards Lambo.  "Discipline," is all that she says.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Back.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [will reply after double exp :P trying to get to sh]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo snickers at Veata as he pays attention to her solf lips as she speak slowly toward him his eye glued to her silky white sink Glow ever so, He nod slowly then say "Truth is i have broken the Curse many a Time, Have travelled many Moons to cure it but like any Mine is everlasting" lambo eye drop to the floor as he slowly hides in the shadow but continue to sharpen his Dagger, Cleaning the blood and Re envenoming them for the Fight to come.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata feels the corners of her lips quirk at the single word from the other. Ah, she couldn't agree more... Instead, her eyes, which had been on Lambo flicks to Calia, then back again, and in that mere moment, conveys her amusement and a measure of respect to the female. Her voice has been a soft and soothing contralto this entire time, though how much of that was natural and how much was contrived, it was difficult to tell. The calm mask never slips from her face as she listens to Lambo some more, not oblivious to the direction of his indecent stares and thoughts, if he were one to not bother to hide those things. Perhaps her eyes are a little more cool when they regard Lambo though. "So you have no interest in truly breaking it in any case." There is a pause here. "Half of the breaking of a curse lies in the willpower of the cursed. It is a pity that for all of that effort, naught has come of it." There is a flutter in the air, and for a moment, she disappears, then reappears at a table adjacent from the ot
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Oops.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [My eyes]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata others. She really was not all that tall. Standing a mere few inches above five feet, she was slight, though well formed, and there definitely was no question of the air of capability that she exudes.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Sowwies, Lambo. xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia notes that the woman has moved closer and smiles just a little.  She glances at Lambo to see what effect the Eldar female's words had on him, her hazel eyes studying him in that moment.  But soon she turns back to the Eldar and says in the language of their race, "Hello, I am Calia."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster watches everything with a keen eye and a smirk on his face. The newcomer was as beautiful as Calia even though she was short. "I am called the Shadow Master." he says.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: {Rofl.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [innocent baby face XD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [*Just snickering over here.*]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster holds out a hand to the other Eldar. "Would I be wrong to assume that it is a pleasure to meet you?" He smiles at her.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Is my phone lagging or is there really no reply?]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (no reply yet)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata gives the impression of a coiled spring, filled with stored energy just waiting to be tapped and channeled. Her smile widens at Calia, and she returns by shooting a pinpoint thought at Calia instead. {Ah, we don't wish for the males to think we are speaking rudely of them, do we? Greetings to you as well. I am Veata.} Even as the thought is going through to Calia, she turns her gaze to ShadowMaster, her gaze immediately becoming a bit shuttered, though her smile was polite and not unfriendly. "Greetings, Shadow Master. I am Veata." She gives everyone a small curtsey.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo grins towards Veata as He Knows ,She has Figured out his curse and Just simply Toying with him, Lambo snickers as he continue to come closer to Veata and Whisper Soft in her ear "My curse Require me to fall in love or atleast fullfill my lust to some extent to be able to move freely" lambo Slowly nods as he try to take a few steps backward then peer slowly at Calia and then continue to try example that he has be broken enough time to just accept being alone instead of going through Another painful Heart Break.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster beams a smile at Veata. "A beauty she is.." He says as though talking to himself.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [I feel a little embarrassed that I'm only replying in phrases (-////-)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo snickers as he feels As if Shadow has insulted everyone but flirting with every Single girl within talking Distances to, Lambo Gives off a deadly Defensive grin to Shadows as he closer in to Veata ,Ateempting to ward off Shadow ,Hidden Seducing Poweres (LOL :P) . lambo announce to Shadow to show alittle respect to the ladies ,as he frown 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia nods slightly and sends a thought whispering through the air towards Veata, (It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady.  And yes, that was a bit rude, but it is so rare to speak in our language since I came to this city.  But the touch of minds is even more pleasant.)  She extends her awareness to encompass what is going on in the room and looks at Lambo with some sympathy glistening in her light eyes.  Her body shifts against the table and she looks away from him to give him privacy.  But she hears that distinctive snicker and looks back towards him then to the Drow.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at Lambo, smiles at him, then says "I am sorry. Where I come from it is respect to say starightforward what you think of a stranger." He smiles at Veata again, "So when I say the Eldar is beautiful, then she most absolutely is."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata tilts her head at Shadow Master, her face solemn. "Whether it is a pleasure or not has yet to be seen, is this not true?" There is a teasing light in her eyes though. She goes completely still when Lambo moves in close, and steps away from her previous position after he backs away. "I see," she says to Lambo, "Surely you find comfort in your spouse..?" That ended sounding like a question. To Calia, she sends a flash of warmth and even though they spoke telepathically, she iterates her thoughts now in a way that is distinct to the Eldar alone. {It is a pleasure for me as well, I assure you. I must admit that it has been long since I have spoken our language with another. I am enjoying this meeting.} Her brows furrow a bit as the males exchange words, and again, she glances at Calia, this time speaking in common and aloud. "It seems that Eldar are beautiful people, Calia." She grins.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Ummm...
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Kill?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo nod at Shadows, then stare back at Veate as he say "She belong to that of a good friend, Not that she is a object but her heart is taken and not for the taking Mate" then smile as he leans his back against the dark wall and takes his hood off revealing his pale face, Dark Emo hair falling over covering his one eye ,Snickers as he stare at Calia "how is your Day going " his face glows as he smile towards her
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster smiles menacingly at Lambo. "I have no intention of 'taking' her, Triton. I was merely stating a fact." He smiles yet again at Veata, "The lady is beautiful and I just thought someone ought to tell her."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Good Lord, so this is the fruit of all those days spent reading romance novels? LOL]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Speaking for yourself? xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: [ I like cherries ]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Tis a bad habit, I know XD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia studies Veata, her own eyes twinkling with amusement and she replies to her, "Yes, we are."  Three simple words.  Then she addresses Lambo, "I am well, Sir and my day is going quite well with such illustrious company."  She gestures gracefully to the gathered beings.  "Are not the women beautiful in your homeland?" she asks the Drow.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Yes, I know, Irya. :P]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [the fruit from reading all those adult novels :P]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Lambo, what are 'adult novels'? ;o]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: [ I know ]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo grins then tell Shadow To becareful of Double edged meanings,You notice him playing with the hilt of His daggers ,You see unease., Hois legs giving way as he sits on a magical invis Rock and ponder slowly to Him self 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [ sexual related novels???]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya punches Lambo in the face.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tinada: [Those containing adult situations, like paying bills, having to get up early in the morning to go sit in a cubicle all day, etc]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I knew you were gonna say that
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Aye, aye. I knew it, Tinada! Thank you for verifying!]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster chuckles at Calia's question. "The females from my homeland are as beautiful as blooming flowers, mind you." He says, then "But I am not in my homeland right now."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Welcome to hell Dark Elf
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Say...Where do you come from?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo remarks as he try to Inform ShadowMaster that Woman are More rarer then Getting a Blue Orb in Your daily blessing ,He snickers then smiles back at Veata as he try to make small talk Between them but try to tell a joke and flops making him blushes ,he attempts to avoid the shame.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata wiggles her eyebrows at Calia, then pulls out a chair and sits down. "Thank you for the kind words then, Shadow Master. Do you have another name we can call you by? Calling you by title seems so... Formal." She grins at Lambo.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Well I have a wife :3...Lucky me
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the Wolfen who had just entered a few seconds ago. "Greetings hunter of the realm," he says "What brings you into our little situation?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I was hunting a monster and I accidentaly bumped into you guys.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Argh, sorry. Lagging phone.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata motions for Irya to join her at the table. "Welcome, little brother." She smiles warmly.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: I am 35...Ain't little
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [what the start aard age again?]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata she chuckles, "Alright, alright. How about big little brother?" She teases Irya.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster freezes for a moment at Veata's statement. It brought back many painful memories. Still, he answered, ignoring Lambo completely. "My name is Gwordin of the Darkest Realms." Then he smiles "Gwordin for short." 
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [No worries, Shadow.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [how can you ignore me when i didnt attempt to do anything with you x.x]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [I curse my internet connection for being soooo cruel to me.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata is not oblivious to Shadow's reaction at her probing question. She gives him a slow nod and a small smile. "I honestly had not thought that you would be willing to give your name. I thank you for willingly answering to my curiosity." That was also her way of apologizing for being unknowingly insensitive.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Sorry Lambo! I misinterpreted your message XD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia relaxes as the atmosphere of the room warms.  She smiles at the Wolfen and says, "Greetings, Sir.  I am Calia."  With just a little movement, she is sitting perched on her table across from Veata and she crosses her legs.  She listens as the Drow explaines who he he.  Some of her copper hair slides forward over her shoulders.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [why are we regarding by race btw? we racist now or something]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Nah. Just helps differentiate between characters when there are so many, without resorting to names every time. :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster scratches at his chin for a while then, not being able to resist the urge anymore, asks Lambo a question any male would ask another when there are women around. "Who do you think is prettier?" He whispers in Lambo's ear.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Oh good God, why did I do that?! XDD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo looks down at the floor as he start to wonder whom his next Victim will be , YOu notice him coating his Favourite dagger in So Green stuff, You take it best not to think to much of it as it gave off a smile of DEATH. Hearing him mumble something under his breath , his eyes head Towards the Wolfen as He greets him with a warm Welcome
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [All the romance novels you have been reading, I'm sure. :P]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [LOL soo hard]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster sees that he is being ignored, so he heads over to the ladies' table instead. "Say Calia, what did this place use to be?" He asks, trying to shake off Veata's question earlier.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia looks around slowly, her lips twisting slightly as she thinks.  Finally she answers, "I do not know.  A place of storage perhaps, for traders."  She touches the table with her fingertips, noticing the grooves on the surface. "A place of business."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo nod rapid at Shadow then try to take into consideration as his eye instantly lock onto Veata, His eye staring his luss body up and down constantly like a Hawk as his eyes goes over ever curve and luss part of Veata body, as he makes his way up to her silk lips and ponder as her eye sparkle. without a comment he turns his Head slowly Toward Calia as he steps alittle closer ,Circling her body with his Eye. Trying to figure out how spendled her body is Compared to Veata then remarks "Ahhh" and try to avoid Shadow question with some smooth talking and say "idk"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster raises an eyebrow at Calia. "So you don't know huh.." he thinks. "How'd you come by it then?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Really, I'm embarrassed by my short replies. What you can type is limited in a phone. T^T]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata is willing to sit back and watch the others as they interact. She raises her eyebrows at Lambo as he leers at herself and Calia. Her eyes narrow a bit, a warning light appearing within the depths of blues and violets that had darkened somewhat.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Don't worry so much. It's all good. :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster suddenly felt a chill running up his spine as Veata semi-glares at Lambo. He stands behind Calia to take refuge, as well as to speak to Calia more. "So?"
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo blinks innocently as he try to take his eye off from wandering into such a mass of beautiful bodys and then states " What i didnt say anything insulting, was just comparing" he snickers with the most evilest intention ever then stretchs his arms out as a cold shiver runs down his back and you hear him give of alittle groan of restless sleep
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia shrugs lightly, "In my travels.  It was raining quite hard and I came in to get relief from it.  It was empty so I made it a habit to stop by when I seek solitude or just to gather thoughts."  She pauses and extends her awareness throughout the building, "It is quite empty of life except those of us gathered."  She looks at Lambo as he studies her and something deep in her eyes light, like a flame.  She lowers her eyes to gaze at the table top again.  "It is just a place."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [havent had this much rp fun in so long, feels like im reading a really good book again]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Agreed. :) That is how it should be.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster gives Calia's look at Lambo a questionig look of his own. "What was that?" He speaks softly so the others won't hear, though he knew the Wolfen could probably still hear it.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Exactly.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [if only i had known you before Tsunwu did :P dam ]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia asks, "What was what?" Her fingers still caress the table top, following the various grooves.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster shrugs. "Ah, well, nevermind," he says "No good in forcing private stuff out of anyone is what my father always said."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: stares at every one in the room with blind eyes as he try to ask "why does it feel like this is heading where i think it is going " he try to reassure you that  this might not be the safest or cleanest place for that as he stares at all the sharp objects on the floor then ponders about what he will attempt to kill or whom ,Luring his sword out and peering into it intently as if it was going to answer some mysteries question he has been waiting for decades for.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: err
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Eeh?]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata just sighs and shakes her head. Why was she not surprised at Lambo's actions? She sets an elbow on the scarred tabletop and rests her chin in her up-raised palm. Her gaze turns ponderous as it fixes upon Shadow Master and his change in demeanor. Had he always been so timid, or...? She shakes her head again. Males, she thinks to herself. "Not a bad place to randomly turn up on a night such as this." Laughter escapes her at Lambo's words. "Knowing you, it is on death and chaos, is it not?" This is only a joke, of course. Well, half joke.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [so we not going to have a mud wrestling competition??]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [You were really hoping for it huh? xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: ft is roleplay pg?? or x?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: miss x.x
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Ehehe, I'm not getting much of what's been said. English isn't my first language. Sowwie -,-]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [for reals :P]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [You're doing well. :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Salamat--Thanks in my language :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo: [Walang-anuman. (:]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Aha!]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: guess i gotta start rping now :P
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at Calia, then at Lambo, then at Veata, an even bigger chill running down his spine.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Ho! A fellow Filipino!]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Yes, Lambo, please. It'd be a waste not to.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo yawns as he continue to stretch out his arm then peer down at Veata watch her shake her head in disagreement then assure her that he wasnt implying any jokes as he attempt to convince everyone in the room to have a mud wrestling game, you cant help but laught at his assuming comment, His smile instantly fades away as he gets depressed and back off into the shadows again try to hide from the sun and mumbles how he hates going outdoors in the winter.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia hops from the table, her gavel scraping against the surface.  It takes a moment for her to sort herself out and she lifts a hand slightly, causing a shimmer in the air around her as her barriers come up.  "Excuse me, I have something that needs to be seen to."  She gives a curtsey to the gathered.  "I shall return," before making her way towards the entrance.  There she pauses, looking left then right before she walks through.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster had not realized that the sun's rays were already making their way into the building. He slumps to the floor so the table shelters him then, after seeing the women's legs at his face, stands up and decides to just take a seat next to Calia so he wouldn't be so exposed to the light.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (oh sorry)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Haha, no worries.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (I just have to go afk)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Aw, okay. See you when you get back. :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [S'okay. See ya later.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: [Veata get my ass to sh ]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster waves a good-bye towards Calia's leaving form then takes shelter in Veata's shadow instead.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: shadow try catch us tomorrow the later tonight if possible :P thanks for the rp
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata watches Lambo as he retreats to the shadows, then at Shadow Master's reaction to the sunlight, but her attention is momentarily diverted by Calia's leaving. "Yes, safe journeys, Calia," she says. After Calia exits, she waves a hand and wooden shutters slap shut on the windows, blocking much of the sunlight that had been streaming down upon them all.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Hmm, dunno if I can but hey, I'll try. And it was my pleasure :)
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at Veata with a thanks.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Fudge, it totally slipped my mind about my whole quest thing, lol.]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata nods to Shadow Master, then gives him an apologetic glance. "I must be going, myself. Duty calls," she smiles and shrugs. As she walks towards the exit, her hands slipt beneath her cloak and re-emerges with a pair of silver weapons, an axe and a dagger. She waves a hand in goodbye. "We'll bump into eachother again if chance permits."
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [You should do it. xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Haha, awesome exit scene there XD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [Killing stuff. xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Adios then :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata: [I'll be on other channels, just not RPing. xD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks at the empty building he's in, bustling with life a moment ago, now as hollow as his eyes. "I hope somebody comes by.." He says aloud, his voice echoing through the stone walls.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Kay. I'll be looking for others XD]
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya runs after a large dinosaur-like monster.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps on the monster and steers it towards his trap.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster 's face is filled with bewilderment as a Wolfen runs by chasing a monster.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya jumps off the monster as it gets trapped in his net.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Phew
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: What is that?
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: A special silver net...
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Don't ask
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Okay then..
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Dirk bursts through the door, fresh from the inquisition.
T3/r7/2015-05-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dirk: Ha! That reporter sure didn't expect me. I tried to interrogate her to prove her evidence but she fought back. Why do they always fight back?
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster sighs after a long day of work in the city. It'd already been a week since his arrival in the surface, and he sure was beat from all the fatigue it was giving him. It was his day off today, so he thought of going to the outskirts of the city to get away from all the noise. 'I'll never really understand surface-dwellers,' he thought to himself as he was walking along the border. Then he came up to a familiar building. An abandoned one, one he had not seen in a week.. He smiled, entering it.
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: Anybody home..?
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elanesse has slain the white dragon on the frozen tundra, Standing proudly over its corpse. 
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elanesse Hah! Elanesse exclaims as he also trounced the white dragons mate. "I did not expect you" he said sifting through the remains, Stumbling upon a bone key in the dragons hoard. "I wonder where this leads?" he said turning the key over in his hands, perhaps someone in town will know. 
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elanesse Elanesse wraps his warm cloak around him, his only real protection against the harsh climates of the tundra. "Damn this cold" 
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster notices Elanesse and waves at him. He wasn't expecting to see anybody in these parts
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elanesse Elanesse returns to the Master Questor, battered and weary from his fight with the demonic Bodak. "By Aylor, you do send me on some tough missions don't you, Master Questor" he says with a smirk. Turning about to head out for his new quest.
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Elanesse Elanesse, weary of the travels he had to do in the thousand mazes of Sendhia finally looks upon his quarry, Blade in each hand. "Antonia, you foul, wretched demon bird. I will rid this realm of your rot" he shouts as he charges her. Cutting her deftly and swiftly it takes short work to kill the squawking bird-beast. And with a short sacrifice to Ayla, Elanesse has beaten the first quarry of his campaign. 
T3/r7/2015-05-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Dryzzt: lol like that elanesse
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster enters an abandoned building just outside the city. He sits on the table in the center of the room and sighs.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin extends clawed hands to either side of his body, throwing his head back in an ethereal howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Exiled To Aphelion loads his gun with silver bullets.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Oak Tender Arnica: A little lanoline for those claws baby?
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tricksy Bamboo lets off a real rip-roarer ... a greenish cloud envelops Tricksy Bamboo!
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia lifts her head and listens to the howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster: [Anybody available?]
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Teyacanani Acaxochitl peers intently at ShadowMaster.
T3/r7/2015-05-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster beams a smile at Teyacanani Acaxochitl.
T3/r7/2015-05-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster looks around, looking for anybody.
T3/r7/2015-05-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) ShadowMaster appears from deep within the shadows, a trail of smoke following him. Would you dare talk to him?
T3/r7/2015-05-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf appears from the road to the dark continent, coming back to Aylor after a long stay at Abend.
T3/r7/2015-05-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf howls at the moon from the top of a cliff, his bone-chilling cry echoing throuhghout the lands.
T3/r7/2015-05-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin extends clawed hands to either side of his body, throwing his head back in an ethereal howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia looks up from what she is doing to listen to the familiar howl.  She smiles slightly.
T3/r7/2015-05-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf enters the city of Aylor after a very long time of travelling. What would the grand city be after all these years?
T3/r7/2015-05-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: you have a manor?
T3/r7/2015-05-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (Mischan)
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf climbs down from a hill overlooking the grand city of Aylor. He grimaces at the sight of the sudden turn of nature to asphalt as he walks along the borders of the city, but smiles as well as he nears the entrance to the city that holds the academy that taught him many things.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: So, when I found myself here, I figured twas time that I left home anyways.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Now, I simply have to make my fortune, name, and should I ever decide to go back, go back as a great lady.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: A great lady? What do you mean eaxctly by that?
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: I mean one who will become a leader in her village, if not start my own village.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara grins at Mountainwolf.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin extends clawed hands to either side of his body, throwing his head back in an ethereal howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf smiles back at Laniara.  "A great lady huh? And how exactly will you achive that, may I ask?
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Oh... 
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara glances about her to make certain that no one is listening too closely.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: By picking the pockets of the tyrants and giving a portion of it to the poor.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo steals from the poor and gives to the rich cause he is pure evil *Gasp*
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Oh, not to mention by being known throughout the realm as Laniara the Lightningfoot.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: By spreading the peace world-wide then?
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Sort of... With a profit for myself, of course.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks at Menolin who decided to jump in out of nowhere. "Hello old friend." he says. He then returns his attention to Laniara, "Really?"
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin out-does Lambo by stealing from EVERYONE and burning it!
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela looks away with a bit of deception. "Of course..."
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara grins.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Fapping Lambo: how dare you burn it Sir, You have no respect for the FFF orginsation  -_-
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Too bad I do not have much to steal at the moment.  And no, no amount of begging will get me to tell you where my stash is.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf goes, "Hmmmm."
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: I shall return.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: No amount of anything?
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks at Tlacamela. "What are you implying, 'Big Sister?'"
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela says "I'm really forced to say it?", as she turns herself so that he back face with mountainwolf, arms crossed.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: Yep.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf laughs at Tlacamela's offended actions. "Well, if the boot fits.." he trails off, grinning smugly.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara laughs.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela turns on herself back before exclaming "It's just a nickname! Because of what i am...".
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: I am back..
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: It seems people left this place...
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: I shall return..
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Laniara: grin
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: I wouldn't count so much on that.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin *MURRS* like a wolfen.
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela roars! ... like a dragon?
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela wonders of she scared off others...
T3/r7/2015-05-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Athene: Winter is coming.
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Athene: Iv been robbed !
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: Since when?
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Athene: I placed a bed of gold on the floor, when I awoke it was all gone !
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Crimzon: I sleep nocely
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Athene: I just cant sleep withought a gold coin digging in my back
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel: Finders keepers, honey.
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: Sounds creepy to me.
T3/r7/2015-05-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Explores: loktar ogar 
T3/r7/2015-05-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf: [Anyone up for roleplay? :)]
T3/r7/2015-05-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks around warily, his dark fur bristling under the moonlight. He was just taking a leisurely stroll out in the Aylorian borders when he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. 'What could that be..?' He wonders to himself.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: well, sometimes people feel like it sometimes not.  They may rp one on one and not on channel.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: (sighs)
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf laughs out loud.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia gives Mountainwolf a long suffering look. "Well..."
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf raises an eyebrow at Calia. "Well..?"
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Calia: Well, what was so funny then?
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf: Nothing.. Just your tell saying 'Did you get that?' I just had to smile..
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf: And laugh.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly climbs the mountain and carrying his dog on his back.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Damn weather...
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grasps each ice cold rock desperately.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya grabs hold of a branch and slowly climbs to the top of it.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin: [this would be better if the fool weren't ignoring me... heh]
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls out a weird detachable hook from his belt and bites it into the dead stone.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya looks at the faint sun after a couple of hours of climbing. The angry winds smash onto him but they are of no affect. The dog bites Irya's shoulders out of fear.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Quit it...We are at high altitude and we do not have any rope 
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya keeps climbing up the unforgiving, cold mountain.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya climbs to the very top of the mountain and sees a lonely little cabin. Looking at the cabin it seems the winds and weather has taken it's toll. The dark dead wood still stands barely holding this little cabin. The glass is nearly frozen from the unforgiving weather and the roof is near collapsing.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly opens the door but it immediately falls down on the silver snow.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya unlocks his heavy belt and drops it alongside his dog.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Boy...Start sniffing out for anything of the magical sort
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya removes his old ragged hood and takes a closer look at the cabin. From the inside he could see a large room that connects to four other rooms...This large room is rather empty, it has a couple of broken boards on the floor and the cold wind is felt from the top.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: To the left of this lone room there are two more rooms. Inside of the first room there is a small bed with old and poor quality fur on it and a small dark desk that is looking out the barely transparent window. The desk seems to have bite marks on it across the sides.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya pulls his dog towards the desk and stares at him patiently as it sniffs out the desk.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: Shadow...Try to find out what it is...Remember one bark...Nearby danger, 2 barks small monster, 3 barks big monster or 4 barks if you found a corpse
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya slowly moves away from the abandoned bedroom and continues his way to the second room next to it
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Irya: (I am getting a horrible suspicion nobody is reading this lol)
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Queen Bee Noegel wiggles about like a fish.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Uh Oh! Lupine Menolin has that look in his eyes again. Better Run!
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata sidles away.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin extends clawed hands to either side of his body, throwing his head back in an ethereal howl.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin and Veata join in howling to Luna, the tones mixing in perfect harmony.
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata drops grapes in Menolin's mouth while it's open for the howl. o.o
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin chokes and sputters!
T3/r7/2015-05-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Veata looks at Lupine Menolin and says, "Oopsie! Did I do that to Lupine Menolin?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf smiles as he strolls along the Aylorian border in the middle of the night. The dark was where wolfen truly belonged, plus he loved the still silence midnight gives. 'It's a shame it can't always be like this..' He sighs. Then all of a sudden, he feels a chill run down his spine.. 'Someone's here..' He thinks as he glances around to see who it is.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina: walks along the aylorian border and suddenly spots someone sitting on their own. she stops and slowly walks closer to see who it is.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf sniffs the air carefully, turning around to see who might be there. As his canine eyes adjust themselves to the dark of midnight, he spots a Sprite walking towards him. He stands up, unsure what to do.. 'She doesn't look like a threat..' He thinks, but he puts a hand on his axe still.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles and says do not fret my wolfen friend, I'm not here to harm you.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks at the Sprite from head to toe. He takes his hand off the axe, but he doesn't let his guard down yet. "And what might a Sprite be doing out in the middle of the night?" He asks, checking the female for weapons.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina says enjoying the beautiful night sky and fresh air.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf raises a skeptical brow at the Sprite. From his knowledge of the Andolorian races and from a few self-experiences, Sprites where quick little beings who were known for using these traits in stealing and pick-pocketing. "Really..?" He asks the Sprite again, still checking her for weapons.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles and says yes really. I enjoy just being out in the night air with the stars shining bright up ahead. you can stop looking for my weapons, I have none on me 
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf gives off a shock look at how the female easily noticed that he was searching her for weapons. He sighs, she's experienced.. In what field, he did not know--but he smiled anyway. "Very well then, what is your name, fair maiden?" He asks.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina grins and replies I'm Zafrina and who might you be?
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf straightens himself. "I am known by many names," he says, "But most call me the Mountain Wolf."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles. May I join you? 
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf nods reluctantly. "Sure.." He says.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina joins MountainWolf. So what brings you here at this time of the night?
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks up at the bright moon above. He smiles, "I love the silence.." He says.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads into the night silently. A lone howl lifts from the trees to worship the skies and the Earth.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina Says the silence is amazing isn't is.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf 's ears perk up at hearing the howl of a fellow Wolfen. He turns around to see who was it...
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles. I should leave, but I'll see you around.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks at Zafrina. "Where are you off to..?" He suddenly asks.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads out of the woods, soaked in blood. "Hello MountainWolf, how are you, friend?
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina grins and replies... To wonder the night and be free.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf turns around and gapes at the sight before him. "Menolin? What happened to you..?" He boggles, coming to Menolin's side.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin replies, "Just been doing what I do best" He licks the blood clean from his hammer and grins wickedly.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf looks at Menolin like an irritated brother would... And hits him on the head! "The hell is with you?" He asks, hitting him again
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin raises a quizzical eyebrow... "You know my nature... All shall perish at the swing of my mighty hammer!"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela walks around without any defined goals in mind, and pass by.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin beams a smile at Big Sister Tlacamela.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf 's brow twitches at Menolin's attitude. "You're bleeding and yet you still have time for flirting?!" He hits him again.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin grins evilly... "You really think all this blood is mine? Hah!"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela asks wonderindgly, 'What the both of you were up to...?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf sighs. "It's pointless.." He mutters hopelssly at his friend's nature. "At least clean yourself up! A lady is with us!"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin shrugs helplessly and begins licking himself clean...
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf throws a towel at Menolin.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina silently walks closer to the wolfen beings.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf: [brb]
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela closes her eyes with a bit of anger before asking ,'What do you mean by "lady' and what's this blood?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf: [Back..]
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf gives both the newcomer and Menolin a questioning look. "Are you not a lady..?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: says, 'I'd define myself more as a female then a lady...'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina grins at the statement the female made.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf gives off a quizzical look again. "Aren't those the same?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin tosses the now stained towel back to MountainWolf, raises his snout to the air, and starts sniffing madly, a crazed look dawning in his eyes. "Something saintly needs killing, I smell the stink from afar..."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: To me, a lady refers to nobles...
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin pads of back into the woods, hammer at the ready... "I'll be back in a while, I need a fresh coat of blood on my Hammer!"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf tucks the blood-drenched towel into his bag and asks "Are you not a noble?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina sneaks closer.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: says, "I'm not. And i don't see why i would be one. Nor why one would need so much blood. It sickens me...'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf sighs at what the female just said. "I'm very sorry for my friend's behavior.."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina trips over a fallen branch. ooof... grumbles so much for being sneaky.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) MountainWolf chuckles at Zafrina's actions. "Need some help?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina grins. I'll live thanks.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela sighs. 'You're not very competant at being sneaky... are you?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina blushes. "No not at all."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela asks, 'May i know what brings you... uh... here?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina replies, "Just wandering around."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela adds, 'Are you doing... anythung?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina answers "Nothing at all."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela tries to think of something as she looks around.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sukasa: ((Hey, don't stop the show yet. I've noticed people actually using this channel recently and it's quite refreshing to see. I used to RP on AOL back in the olden days, and it's really cool to see people on Aard doing it as well. Keep it up! :) ))
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: (What kind fo show.)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sukasa: ((Anybody using this channel is a show to me, lol. For the longest time I completely forgot it even existed, heh.))
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina: (I didn't even know it existed till today)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela (feels alone tho.)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela stretch her whole body, trying to keep her decency with her floaty robe and yawns a bit as she wonders if she wasn't talking to a corpse orsomething. Then she sits down unceremiously, trying to not squish her tail in the process.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela: (Say so if you're not going to do anything...)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sukasa: ((My apologies, but the art of roleplay isn't quite like riding a bicycle
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sukasa: ((Whoops, silly semi-colon rule. One sec.))
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Sukasa: (( (semi-colon))one actually can truly forget what they've learned, at least this is true in my case. Maybe it's a confidence issue, I dunno. But I haven't even attempted to RP in over a decade. I'm more of an observer at this point. Perhaps I should have remained silent, but I wanted to at least let you all know that people are listening and watching, if not always contributing.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela (still feels alone in the dark.)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela (sighs.)
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela sneaks around.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina wonders around looking up at the aylorian sky.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin emerges from the shadows... "A good night for a howl... Care to join me?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles at menolin. "I can join sure but I can't howl." 
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin returns the smile. "Just sing to the Moons and stars!" he replied.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin and Zafrina join in howling to Luna, the tones mixing in perfect harmony.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina laughs. "Well then sure."
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina and Lupine Menolin join in howling to Luna, the tones mixing in perfect harmony.
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Lupine Menolin grins broadly, "Rejuvenating, isn't it?"
T3/r7/2015-05-29.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zafrina smiles. "Yes indeed it is."
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela sneaks around.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider bumps into Tlacamela while running from some angry palace guards.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela exclaims, 'Hey! What's the matter?!'.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider grunts as he rubs his rump. He looks up with a scowl until he realizes that he had just bumped into a huge lizerdwoman... Still, he was more afraid of the guards on his tail than this behemoth before him. "Sorry lady, no time to talk--" he said as he was about to run, but the guards had already caught up. "Dammit.." He mutters.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela sighs and looks at what bumped at her... and the guards. "May i know what's going on before i do anything?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider stutters as he glances back and forth from the lizard to the guards. "Eh.."
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider gulps. "Can't we get out of here first..?"
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela looks down at the human, with a sligthly exaspered look before saying, 'And why would i do that? Hmmm?'.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider sighs as he takes out a dagger from it's sheath. "I'll tell you if you help me get away from them.." He declares as he faces the guards and their swords.
T3/r7/2015-05-30.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Big Sister Tlacamela (looks around.)
T3/r7/2015-05-31.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) FlynnRider is sneaking around, again, and it makes you wonder: 'What has this little rascal done again?'