T3/r7/2019-02-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness dance around Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant quietly muds 18 hours a day for the rest of his life. T3/r7/2019-02-04.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Barinon: werd T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) It's all over for Quarana. Deathguise and the Four Chaoses attack her relentlessly as Flagrant watches and laughs nearby. T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness dance around Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: the more I kill the sadder I feel...the woes of an assassin. T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant: Why not find more entertaining targets? T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant points excitedly at Satan, King of demons! T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness dance around Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-12.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant clutches at his chest and falls over dead. T3/r7/2019-02-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: channel 10 T3/r7/2019-02-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: Whoops. T3/r7/2019-02-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: Looks around curiously around her. T3/r7/2019-02-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: info T3/r7/2019-02-13.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness surround Melvin and Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}Aardwolf rebooted at 16:07 on 2019-02-16. Missing rp from then until 21:16. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: Velvitia sighs as she looks around as she sat on a thick branch of a large tree. Her legs swinging back and forth as she did. She was terribly bored. She yawned and stretched her arms. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Rokshel: Looks up from his fresh kill and wipes the blood off his fangs. 'Hello' T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: She looks down and looks at him with curiosity. She says nothing as she was trying to find out why whether he was friend or foe. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: She finally shrugged her shoulder after considering whether or not to answer this stranger. She was bored anyways. She jumped down from the tree and landed gracefully. She smiled and held out her hand. 'Greetings! Im Velvitia. Call me Velv or Velvi. Tia works too. So, whatcha doing out here anyways?'sheasked in ome breath. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc 's summon wombat spell backfires and the wombat hit him in the face! T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Crimzon: crikzon uses fiery chinchilla. wait....is something burning? T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: eat this! T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc casts dead fish, but the fish was already sacrificed. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: okay that's it!' he starts waving at the skeletal arm of a troll around like a staff and it starts literally raining cats and dogs! T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: sorry I am using dictate T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: so yeah. Anything is possible with magic, if you know how to use it. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: an assassin needs no magic to make people bleed T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant: assassins use dark magic T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant winks suggestively. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: lies T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: good point T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: please do not stab me T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Koghom grabs Reltubydoc in a head lock and NOOGIES him... ARGH!!! T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: all depends on who puts a contract out. Its a tough job, but someone has to do it T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: you better not or else I will.... um... die, I guess. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: lol T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness surround Morte and Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: ohhh T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant uses his {CHAoTIC} magic to steal Reltubydoc's password! Uh oh! T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: koghom, did you put the horse out of it's misery yet? T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Koghom: He's parked outside your quarters, waiting. T3/r7/2019-02-16.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: darn it. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant sends Tilith across the dance floor. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: *has decided to spend some time away from adventuring, and head south of the city to spend some time on the ocean's edge. Enjoying the light wind, and the barely clouded night. Leaning against a rock and relaxing for the first time since she became an adventurer. Letting out a happy sigh, a drinking one of the many strange brews she had found along her journey* T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: *continues to relax along the ocean to the south of the city, having met so many interesting people in her travels already, many different types of people and species. Sighing as she takes a long drag from a pipe, trying some of the wierd concoctions that she has encountered in this new land. Enjoyinf the sunrise shining onto the waters* T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: greetings. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc fades into existence. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: you n are new around here, i see. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: I can't type T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: *keeps looking over her shoulders, and keeping her awareness up on the area around her, knowing that many in this world know the ways of portals, and teleporting magic. She starts to enjoy some of the meals she braught with her from the city, and happily relaxes as the sun rises further over the ocean* T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc returns to the realm, guided by a beacon of homecoming. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: is still on her beach, enjoying the ocean still, and now, having finished her food, is working on drink, and smoke, again T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: yawns, and dozes off, her weapon in her hand, and her sensitive elven ears exposed, incase something tries to sneak up on her T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc: good night. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: wakes up, from sleeping on the beach. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly stands up, glad to have been able to get some realitive peaceful sleep listening to the waves of the ocean crashing against shore. She then slowly wakes up enough to get all her things together, and then she heads back into town, for more adventuring T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) SenseiWu smiles happily. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Noctiluca ponders the meaning of existence. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: pants a bit as she makes another return trip to the city, for training, after having slain several new demons, and furthed explored the evil castle she discovered T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: sets out on the path of another quest, flying over the ocean to the west, and heading into a land she's never seen T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: pants deeply as she has to retreat to recall, unable to get to the monsters she was tasked with killing in the city of stone. The drow general was slain, but his friends wouldn't let her get to where she needed, and she alas, ran out healing potions and magic potions T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: pants a bit more, having gotten closer and closer to the end of her campaign. The hardest quests she has undertaken yet. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: cheers for herself as she manages to get her campaign finished, having snuck past,or killed all the drow in her way, to that pretty little zebra. She seems very happy for herself T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) *Yay!* Go Tilith!!! Bodhi cheers her on. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: decides to head back to her favorite little beach, having completed the campaign and the quests for now, needing a small break to catch her breath and relax, between adventures. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant: waits for Tilith to sit upon the whoopy cushion he so exactingly placed hours ago.. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien notices a flurry of activity in the distance. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: removes the silly red cushion, having never seen something quite of the sort.. it seems like it might make a good waterskin though, or aleskin.. and decides to toss it aside for the moment, to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks, and the sound of the gulls overhead T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Velvitia: Velvitia sighs as she was back again in her favorite spot in the forest. A random thick branch from a large and ancient tree. Her legs swung from it as she remembered the events of yesterday. She still doesn't know where did the vampire she was talking to went. She shrugged and yawned as she played with a knife, tossing it in the air and catching it. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: practices various trick moves with her whip, now thta she has recently mastered its use. Putting up various objects on different rocks, and practicing striking them down with quick procision T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Noctiluca: bid 454 T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Noctiluca puts her finger in her mouth and says, "Oopsie! Did I do that?" T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien looks around herself, annoyed at the interruption. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ohm stops and prays for a cleansing of the wicked. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: doesn't really care much for the politics of the church. She joined the church to learn to be a healer, and furhter perfect her knowledge and understanding of medicine from around the world. She does what is needed, not what the church demands T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: continues to practice with her whip, having to stop to eat and drink several times as she works to learn to be more and more precise. She wants to be able to hit her mark, everytime she strikes something. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant snickers with a merdevil's pet about their shared secret. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: goes back to practicing her whipping techniques, now that her time spent with some of her friends has passed, as they have left to adventure again, and she has decided that she still doesn't want to continue with a new campaign, just yet T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien nods solemnly at the air. T3/r7/2019-02-17.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: walks along the coastline, enjoying the peaceful day, now, she is on the oceanside very much directly south of the main city. Enjoying the walk, and the air. It is a great thing, to feel strong enough to wander the oceanside. Her weeks of adventure making her feel far more comfident in her ability to wander safely T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: had decided to continue her adventure along the coast. Eventually, the coastline turns north, and she then finds herself on towering cliffs, overlooking the ocean. She decides to get down onto her stomach, and crawl to the edge, a little affraid of being near the edge on her feet with the strong wind around. Glancing down the massive cliff into the waves crashing so far below T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: hmms, out loud as she has furhter walked along the coast, and some of the forest, hoping to encounter more people to make friends with. She sits on a large rock, and decides to take out a flute, and alternate beween playing the flute some, and singing in her soft elven voice, ringing out across the fields and forest. She is no bard, but she knows a few simple songs of her kind T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: decides to continue her tour of the oceans, stopping at a place known as the shore of mercy. Still singing softly, as her elven melody is carried arcross the winds to the surounding area. Enjoying a relaxing few days, after her stressfull earlier campaigns. Just trying to find some more friends, and get to know the land, better T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: changes her elven tune to a sad,lonely song, lamenting past kings, and lost battales and lands, since she's managed to find no new friends in her adventures along the coastline, and having run out of the more soft and gentle elven tunes she remembers from childhood T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant snickers with Lucifer about their shared secret. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien wanders along the coastline in search of the haunting melody. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: is still in the northwest coast, wondering along the shores of mercy, singing her heavy elven tune, sitting on a rock and watching the moon falling to the west, over the ocean T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: continues to move a bit. Moving to the northern edge of the shor of mercy, starying out over the water as it moves around this end of the continent. Her elven singing still ringing out. Moving onto a song specifically lamenting an ancident forest that was lost to a horde of fire demons T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: decides to move back to her favorite place near the southern shore, just south of the road, taking the long walk back to the southern area along the central road, and then, fuirther south, to the little beach area she so enjoys. singing an elven traveling song as she does T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith decides to get some sleep, and sets up her little camp, and then prepares to doze off T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant reads Tilith a story and tucks her into bed with a kiss. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith is enjoying killing the powerful mud monsters she has found.. they are making her more powerful, fast fastre, then anticipated T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant continues running ahead of Tilith sprinkling dulling powders on the monsters in her path. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith manages to find the arena, and goes looking for this person she is to slay for her quest. Hmmm.. wonder where it could be T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith manages to kill every evil thing she could find within the arena, gaining far more power in the process of fighting all thoses trolls, goblins, and werewolves, whilst at the same time, making quite a nice little profit from them T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith is enjoying just relaxing at the academy foundtain as she takes a short break from her adventure, having exausted all her daily blessing from Ayla. Before she gets ready to set out again to continue her capaign T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien . o O ( Blessings are a good thing, but you shouldn't count them too soon. ) T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien: After all, you got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) The Stoner Sinder: you never count your money, when you're at the table...there'll be time for countin when the dealin's done T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith nods gently "Well, I've only had to run, a few times.. mainly from the city of stone... Is there a place to play poker here? That sounds like fun.. I'm sure I could spare a few hundred thousand gold.. but not sure if there is a poker table?" T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien: There are card games available, but only rooms for blackjack. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien: But I wouldn't recommend them if you're just starting out. The House always wins. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: I see, I see.. so.. who wants to play some hold 'em then? That sounds like fun? T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith cries out loudly "I'm not sure where to go for some cards.. but you should come join me? And tell me where to go? If you have to go somewhere specific for hold em!" T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant wonders where Tilith went. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith ended up falling asleep at the fountain after her long adventure, but has stirred again, wondering, what to do now.. adventure.. gamble.. find a new friend to spend time with.. T3/r7/2019-02-18.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: pants a bit as she finished a new campaign, that she only started a little bit ago, having hunted down the very last monster inside the wedded bliss.. end the misery of these people.. before they start! T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith wakes up for her day, and finds that her mind isn't occupied with thoughts of work, so, she decides that an early day of adventuring, is in order. So, she starts a new campaign, and a new quest T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) You notice Tilith being ganked by Flagrant and 10 of his friends. T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant wibbles threateningly. T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith drinks a bunch of water down, and relaxes for a bit, after having slaim many, many demons, and gained much more power. Needing a little break now, before she decides to continue adventuring. She decides that a little time by the ocean at her favorite spot is due, and heads off south of the city, to the ocean's edge, to relax T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith watches the sunrise and the day pass, on the ocean, eating some food, and happily enjoying the day T3/r7/2019-02-19.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith starts another trip around the ocean edges of the continent, this time, heading east first, so she can explore that coastline. Hoping to find more friends, and other adventurers to interact with. Starting to sing her elven melodies loudly as she walks T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: waves up for her long nap, and gazes up at the sky, blinking a few times, stretching out. She is now debating wether to try and find a new friend, wander the ocean, or go adventuring T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith relaxes tonight, not at her regular spot on the beach, but in the city, at the fountain of orange juice, relaxing, tonight T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith wakes up from her nap near the orange juice fountain, again, and gets ready to go for another questing adventure, even though she should be working on her campaign, she's time to take side quests as well! T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Robbo lounges lazily on the deck of the ship with a bottle of rum in each hand. T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Robbo crosses his arms and nods slowly and sagely. T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: Mmmm.. Rum.. my sister.. a pirate queen.. she likes her rum.. got used to drinking it with her, whilst sailing! T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Amazed, you see Flagrant attach to Tilith like a soft-shelled flying tick! T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Swirls of darkness surround Tilith and Flagrant. T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith stretches, and stands up, and drags herself off to the questor, to pick up another quest, before she decides what else to do. A quest is always a good way to start the adventuring! T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith finishes her quest, and decided to go and relax by the ocean, south of the city, herself, back to her favorite spot. Right north of a small inlet, where she can listen to, and see the ocean waves, enjoying the moon over the ocean T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith: wakes up from her nap, sitting in her favorite spot on the beach, to the south of the city. She stretches, and stands up. Preparing to take another quest, and then, after that, take to the campaign she is on T3/r7/2019-02-20.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Flagrant invites Tilith to the Bot Cave for a spellup and some cuddle time. T3/r7/2019-02-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith is continueing her campaign that she started, exploring futher, and deeper into the world then she has in awhile.. her quests lately, just taking her to places she already knew, but this campaign. It is bringing her to all kinds of new places T3/r7/2019-02-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Ceoren: Greetings. T3/r7/2019-02-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith eyes ther campaign, as she gets down the very last monster on the list, deep within the city of stone again, but, it has been awhile sicne she went to that place. She is stronger now, afterall, it sohuldn't be as dangerous! T3/r7/2019-02-21.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith cheers for herself as she completes another campaign, the city of stone not being nearly as dangeorus as it once once. She then heads off to the questor, to continue her adventure T3/r7/2019-02-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Taliya keeps a serious demeanor about herself as she hunts down the priests of a dark cult. Destroying them one by one with the blessings of the Sacred Waters. Slowly she whittles them down, all the while doing her best to not give away her presence to the dark god's followers. T3/r7/2019-02-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith wakes up, after accidentally falling asleep, and then realizes she has only 10 minutes to complete her last bonus quest.. So, she quickly grabs her things, and runs off to kill a demon, forgetting to even protect hersaelf with magic. After a long run and canoe journey to the west, she slays the demons, and returns with just a minute to spare, to complete her quest. She then pants a bit, and slumps to the ground, having only just woken up T3/r7/2019-02-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith watches the water Deciple come and take another quest, in front of her, and then watches her leave, curious about the other adventurer who has such a serious demanor about herself, and her quests. She then decides to head back to the orange juice fountain for the time, as she contiplates her next course of action T3/r7/2019-02-22.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Noctiluca proudly advertises the nachos and cola that can be found at the Bard Clan. T3/r7/2019-02-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith feels quite happy, having gained much more power today, and completed most of her quests.. She still has a couple more to complete, before her godly blessings run out, but, is nonetheless, feeling good T3/r7/2019-02-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bodhi smiles happily. T3/r7/2019-02-23.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith pants loudly as she attempts to turn the tides of the war of elves and trolls. The hordes of trolls just kept comming though, and she was quickly being overwhelmed. She killed so many of them, but they just wouldn't stop. So, she was forced to recall away from the battle to rest, and recover a bit T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith pants a bit, having just run another gauntlet of evil creatures, and slumps her back against the fountain after drinking a bit of orange juice from it. She then glances up at the ceiling and wonders, should she continue her adventure, go relax by the see, or maybe, she should look for some new friends to meet? She still hasn't met many people in this strange land, She is still meeting so many new species, and people. She hopes to make an army of friends, to someday adventure with! T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith finishes yet another quest, and then debates where to go to go further hunting, and decides she'll go looking for friends again T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith finds herself unable to free the princess from the dread tower, sooo.. she decides that killing everyone inside it.. including the princess was a good idea, instead, and leaves a giant trail of blood behind her as she goes. A little surprised the lich were not evil.. but I guess lichs don't have to be evil. She then kneels down and prays to the god of this realm for absolution, to restore her standing in the church. She then goes wandering off on another quest, and in search of friends to meat, and interact with! T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith pants more, getting closer and closer to her very first remort, and slumps, a bit exausted, looking for areas and monsters to slay, for that last little push T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith stalks into this keep, seraching for vampires, and other evil creatures to slay. Continueing on her quest to grow more powerful, but also to slay evil and explore new lands T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith decides to head out to her little spot by the ocean, having not visited and relaxed there, for several days. Being too busy adventuring, and learning. She decides a little relaxing time at her makeshift and hidden camp, will be her wonders. Though, she is a little sad she has failed to meet many other adventurers who were interested in friendships. All too worried about profit and power.. though.. she can't really blame them T3/r7/2019-02-24.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith continues to relax by the see, wondering what all the other massive number of adventurers out in the world are up to.. Afterall, this land is so big, and she's only seen a small fraction of it, personally T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith returns to the city, and gets ready to set off on another high level quest, very curious where in the world it will take her, this time T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith looks at the directions to the person she is supposed to kill "astral travels?" she asks herself. That sounds like a potentially dangerous place, better stock up on potions and supplies, before I head out! T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith is quite happy that the trip to the astral area wasn't nearly as hard as she thought it might be, so, now, off to explore some dank, dark, forest, she goes, hoping to encounter stronger creatures to gain power from T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith finishes her first actual group, having achieved her first superhero level. She is quite happy to have actually gone hunting with someone else. She is now debating whether she wants to try to group up, anymore, before she remorts.. Look for a new friend, or, prepare for sleep and take care of her other buisness tomorrow before remorting.. Or just.. remorting now.. before she goes to sleep.. So many options T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Bodhi: On a mountain of skulls, in the castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood! What was will be! What is will be no more! Now is the season of evil! T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith sings elven Hymms about the glory of the gods of rightousness and good, and how they will conquer all of evil in the end, because will always turn on itself, in the end, allowing good the chance to seize victory, always T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Graoldan: check T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: check T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zalch: challen is more like RIP channel T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zalch: channel is more like RIP channel T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith giggles a little as she continues to sing her elven songs, songs of the gods, and of glorious battle against the forces of demons and the undead T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: an Assassin has no time for songs T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith fully disagrees, as she'll be an assassin, soon enough, and she'll still be singing T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Zalch: a warrior is only in it for the bashes T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: an Assassin has no time for songs T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Morte: oops T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith slowly wakes up and rubs her eyes, and now, that she has slept, and is refreshed, she needs to decide what to make her first remort class be, after she leaves cleric.. She hmms out loud, and looks over her options. Many people have suggested that she remort into a warrior, but, she was thinking of going one of the classes that will give her a flight spell. She hates having to drink potions for that.. But everyone says warrior will give her the most battle ability when added to cleric.. T3/r7/2019-02-25.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Trurien giggles to herself. "Well now, you certainly seem the flighty type." T3/r7/2019-02-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith slowly walks around, small and weak, and doing tiny quests as she gets used to the feeling of being reborn, for the first time. Her body feeling quite strange to go from so strong, to so weak T3/r7/2019-02-26.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith pants heavily as she works on getting stronger in her new life, going back to places she had one visited, and challenging herself to fight stronger things at a lower power. Doing her best to get used to her new skills and body T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Akasuki Flutters her wings in a sigh of relief, and thanks Reltubydoc T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Akasuki Bless Reltubydoc with good luck on his next adventure! T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Reltubydoc thanks Akasuki heartily. T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith sighs a bit, still annoyed over letting herself get killed stupidly, and doesn't feel like adventuring at all right now. Instead, she is just sitting at the fountain and brooding. Grinding her teeth a bit, and growling at the world in general T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Jazmine takes another shot of vodka. T3/r7/2019-02-27.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Akasuki carefully tucks her wings delicately around her, settles herself atop one of the pillows for a short snooze. T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith finishes yet another campaign, and grumbles to herself about having to murder poor innocent children, and citizens. She much prefers when the questors send her after evil things, or, at least things that can put up a fight. She then decides to take a small break, and looks about for more friends to meet. She is still learning so much of this world, and the different races inside of it. She wonders though, of the various homelands of the different races, and where the adventurers from those races prefer to spend their down time T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Spiridon: info T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith continues to look for new friends to meet, and new places to explore, and new infomation to learn, but also, needs a little rest from advenuring, so, she relaxes next to the fountain of orange juice and sings loud elven songs. her voice being carried across the capital city on the winds T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith continues to sing her elven songs, hoping to attract more elves, or just, people, who are curious of the singing. Her voice drifting along the streets of the capital city T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay hovering from a rift in the sky not to far from vidblain, Yahmillay arrives at the gates of Aylorian wealthy landcapes.. T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: At last, Thou art here T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: maybe I shouldn't have slept so long in the deepest recesses of space.. T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: feast or foe T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: How should I sound for these locals to entice and lure my meal into my engulfing... T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay listens to An aylorian guard says, ...*blink*... T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: Both feast and foe I see... T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith continues to sing her elven lullabies, but decides to start singing the darker songs and tales of the elves, after a bit. Moving onto songs lamenting the fall of great elven cities and of wars, long won, and lost T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay holding his cloak over his nose and mouth revealing only his eyes and the top of his grey skin and blue-lochs, Yahmillay moves some dreaded hairs from his eyes to see better and notices a presence of unusual energy not far off but within the deepest reaches of Aylorian scoping... T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay: When the going gets tough, The tough get going... T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Yahmillay begins flying then starts hovering towards the rift in the world leading to vidblain. T3/r7/2019-02-28.txt.gz:{chan ch=rp}(Roleplay) Tilith pulls out a long pipe as her singing stops, so that she can spend a good 10 minutes, smokin gher pipe, and relaxing. Making sure to drink a little of the juice from the fountain as well. She also makes sure to politely nod or wave to each person who comes and goes