| [Fizzlepocket] says: Anyways, the food was on Alethinos. So, I decided to take him up on it. |
| Silanthos sighs at Arahshiel. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Y'see, the Pig and Whistle, they have this entre, that for the longest of time, was known only as "The Special." |
| [Meris] says: Not literally, I take it? |
| Trinn smiles over at Strand. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Of course not, Meris! |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Flit giggles at Meris. |
| Strand settles down, and smiles back to Trinn. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now, this "Special" as they called it... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was a peculiar thing. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was a piece of bratwurst, injected with 8 different kinds of cheeses. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Then, it was wrapped in bacon. |
| Dahla grimaces a bit at the thought. |
| Silanthos raises an eyebrow at the description of the snack. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Bacon, and ham, and... some of the less desireable parts of a pig. |
| Trinn wrinkles her nose. |
| Ingarath looks a bit put off by this. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was then dipped in a rather thick batter, and deep fried. |
| Meris clutches her stomach. |
| [Silanthos] says: Mmmmm.... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was fried until it reached a point of perfect brown-ness. |
| Sirithil feels her heart skipping beats at the very description. |
| [Strand] says: Urk. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Upon taking it out of the fryer, they slap a stick in it, slather it in butter, lard, and a rather thick honey, and slap it on a plate to go! |
| Ingarath shudders. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: After Padeus passed away, the snack was changed to his name in his honor. |
| [Meris] says: Tasty. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Anyways, the Pig and Whistle had a special contest, involving this heart stopping treat. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Eat 25 of the damn things, and you get a picture on their "Wall of Gluttons." |
| [Silanthos] says: 25?! |
| [Sirithil] says: Oh, gods. |
| [Ingarath] says: ...In a row?!?! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: TWENTY FIVE! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: IN A ROW! |
| Flit nods |
| Arahshiel looks down with an expression of mild disgust. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: No bathroom breaks, no water, nothing! |
| Strand touches his stomach, looking horrified. |
| [Meris] says: Was magic allowed? |
| Niane giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Ygriette covers her mouth with her hand |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, I tried using my shrink ray on them last time, and I was disqualified. |
| Arahshiel giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Strand says, wincing, "What if they'd expanded in your stomach?" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I tried to burn them into ashes... |
| Silanthos claps excitedly for Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: But nothing! |
| Sirithil applauds at Fizzlepocket. Bravo! |
| Trinn casually brushes sparks off her armor. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Sorry about that. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Where was I... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Oh yes! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I even got my mechanical squirrel 'ere, Sparky... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: As well as a rather special pet designed only for this contest... |
| Azling blinks at Pet Bomb. |
| [Silanthos] says: Ah! |
| Arahshiel smiles at Pet Bomb. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: To hide it in. But they caught on, when my squirrel started spewing cheese. |
| Niane eyes Pet Bomb up and down. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Bob-omb, get over 'ere. |
| Ingarath looks quite wary of the mechanical monstrosity. |
| Strand eyes the bomb warily. |
| Trinn looks at the Pet Bomb with professional itnerest. |
| Flit waves at Pet Bomb. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: This time... I had to do it legit |
| Conol watches with interest |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I sat down at the table, and raised my arm. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "TWENTY FIVE PADEUS!" I cried out! |
| Silanthos listens intently to Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The barmaids cringed, the bartender, he started calling for a paramedic, or at least a gnome with Jumper Cables. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It... was on. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The first one, it went down great. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The second one, not a problem! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The blend of cheeses, the 3 different types of bacon.. |
| Arahshiel pets the small cat at her side absentmindedly, a soft smile on her face as she listens. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was a blissful symphony of cholestoral. |
| Flit winces |
| [Aragoth] says: You're speaking of the special again? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 3....4....5... |
| Silanthos mutters "I'm so hungry..." |
| Sirithil listens, though seems somewhat distracted, occasionally glancing across at the Hounds with annoyance about... something. |
| Ygriette looks on wide-eyed |
| [Conol] says: That he is. |
| Aragoth lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Delicious! |
| [Aragoth] says: Disgusting. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 6...7...8.... meh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 9...10...11... Oh boy. |
| Ygriette giggles |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 17... Gods, kill me now. |
| Meris develops a somewhat disgusted look on her face. |
| Trinn covers her mouth with her hand, looking vaguely ill. |
| Sirithil suspects that Fizzlepocket's entire body has less internal volume than 25 of 'the special'. |
| Azling pokes his belly and giggles. |
| Ingarath shivers. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I was packing it away though... |
| Conol frowns at the fire |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I started developing a huge crowd at around 19... I was going to make it! |
| Aragoth frowns. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: At 20, they started cheering "Go Emerald Hellion, go!" |
| Azling is scared of Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: At 21, They were going mad! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 22, estatic! |
| Ygriette leans forward with interest |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 23, thrilled beyond all belief! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And 24... disgusted. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... |
| [Silanthos] says: ... |
| [Aragoth] says: Moving forward.. and at 30, Fizzlepocket was dead! |
| Fizzlepocket points at Aragoth. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Shaddap! |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Conol smiles |
| [Aragoth] says: What was that? "Shaddap"? Is that the garnish for the special? |
| [Alrik] says: Wow. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I don't need your incessent whining, moaning, and your all around rudeness, y'know! |
| [Aragoth] says: Must be quite a vile herb. |
| Flit wriggles, waiting impatiently for the end of the story. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Aragoth] says: Fizzlepocket, need you be such a bundle of anger? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Need you to be an overpompous ass! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now shaddap! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Not a word. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Nothing. |
| Sirithil would be amused if they fought. |
| [Aragoth] says: It amazes me how much you have inside you. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Got it? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: GOT IT!? |
| [Ingarath] says: Gentlemen, gentlemen. Take it easy. |
| Ygriette munches on a slice of watermelon and wonders if this is part of the story |
| [Aragoth] says: No hostilities, Fizzlepocket. |
| [Aragoth] says: Save it for later, please, continue. |
| Meris eyes the two with amusement. |
| Niane chuckles slightly |
| Conol shakes his head |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Anyways.. |
| Flit half-turns to see the big kitty cat behind her |
| Aragoth mumbles "Fizzlepocket is starting to sound like an angry orcish wife anyway.." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Before I was rudely interrupted by the ASS... |
| [Aragoth] says: Also before I was rudely spoken to by the anger ball. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I was so close to my goal, so close! |
| Athole lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 24 down! |
| Ingarath rolls his eyes. "Please, please, just allow him to finish." |
| Silanthos rolls his eyes. |
| Flit pets the cat's nose |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Only one more... and I lost it. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs... |
| Trinn winces in anticipation. |
| Strand says again, "Urk." |
| [Conol] says: Did ya die ? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I don't think I need to fill in the blank for ya... |
| Ingarath twitches. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It's quite obvious what happened, now isn't it? |
| [Aragoth] says: You passed out? |
| [Athole] says: Excuse me but i must take my leave |
| [Silanthos] says: You won miraculously? |
| [Aragoth] says: Threw up? |
| [Meris] says: He hit the wall. |
| [Aragoth] says: Had the runs? |
| Ygriette blinks her eyes widely |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It's a little messier than passing out. |
| Athole bows down graciously. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And yes, for days afterwards. |
| Athole waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Alrik waves goodbye to Athole. Farewell! |
| Ygriette waves at Athole. |
| Aragoth waves goodbye to Athole. Farewell! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I didn't obtain that slot, on the Wall of Gluttons, I'm ashamed to say. |
| [Flit] says: I think they're still cleaning it out of the floorboards. . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: But... |
| Meris mumbles 'so close... but yet so far...' |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: There's always next week. |
| Fizzlepocket bows down graciously. |
| Conol chuckles |
| Azling blinks at Fizzlepocket. |
| Flit winces |
| Silanthos applauds at Fizzlepocket. Bravo! |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, that's more than I ever wanted to know about you, Fizzlepocket, for sure. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Fizzlepocket. |
| Ingarath laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| Flit applauds at Fizzlepocket. Bravo! |
| Niane chuckles slightly |
| Meris chuckles at Fizzle. |
| Aragoth agrees. |
| Alrik claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Fizzlepocket. |
| [Silanthos] says: Truly a moving tale. |
| Ygriette claps excitedly for Fizzlepocket. |
| Sirithil claps excitedly for Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: In more ways than one, lady. |
| Arahshiel looks at Silanthos. "Yuck." |
| [Silanthos] says: Lady?! |
| [Aragoth] says: Lady..? |
| Ingarath mumbles, "Oh dear." |
| Flit giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ((Sorry, thought it was Sirithil.)) |
| Aragoth grins. |
| Arahshiel laughs. |
| [Meris] says: To gnomes, all elves look alike. |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... You look awfully feminine to me, boy. |
| [Silanthos] says: Feminine?! |
| Alrik laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I guess. |
| [Silanthos] says: This look feminine to you? |
| Silanthos flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Niane giggles slightlly |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Yes, actually. |
| Arahshiel winks at Silanthos. "Now, now." |
| Sirithil chuckles softly, rolling her eyes a bit. |
| Azling cheers at Silanthos! |
| Silanthos stands, his mouth agape. |
| Ingarath rubs his forehead, wincing. |
| Aragoth hopes Fizzlepocket gets punted at least once tonight. |
| [Silanthos] says: You.....with your...... |
| [Silanthos] says: Hat. |
| [Meris] says: Well, you have to get past the knees.... |
| [Sirithil] says: True, Meris. |
| Meris grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Conol] says: Well, I have a poem to share |
| [Sirithil] says: And that can cause neck pains. |
| Arahshiel whistles to herself, with her best innocent face. |
| [Ingarath] says: Let's hear it, Conol. I haven't heard you speak in a long time indeed. |
| Ygriette claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Arahshiel looks to Conol. |
| Ygriette is very excited. "I love poetry" |
| [Conol] says: Aye, tis been quite awhile |
| Trinn smiles at Conol. |
| Conol flips through old journal |
| [Sirithil] says: Ren... you can probably put the dog away... |
| Aragoth glances over at Aelaren. |
| [Aelaren] says: ((i cant figure out how :P)) |
| [Conol] says: I wrote this sometime back before being lost in the desert |
| Conol clears his throat |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Conol. |
| [Conol] says: For I lead a soldiers life, |
| Strand listens attentively. |
| [Conol] says: I travel from campaign to campaign, |
| [Conol] says: Across times of peace to times of strife, |
| [Conol] says: Seeing many friends and enemies slain. |
| Flit absently pets GarNak |
| [Conol] says: Many a night spent trying to sleep under a torrential rain, |
| Azling blinks at Flit. |
| [Conol] says: Or marching countless miles through mud, |
| [Conol] says: Dragging forward wagons of the supply train, |
| [Conol] says: Giving it all our sweat and blood. |
| [Niane] says: ((Pfft to lazy ta come as Veras?)) |
| [Conol] says: Around the campfires we lie and joke, |
| [Conol] says: Of stories or family left behind, |
| [Conol] says: Trying to keep warm, pulling close our cloak, |
| Sirithil whispers to Spiderheart. |
| [Conol] says: Knowing tomorrow we restart the grind. |
| [Conol] says: Onward with my brothers I do trudge, |
| [Conol] says: For now they are my family, even if not blood kin, |
| [Conol] says: As like family we are not quick to judge, |
| [Conol] says: Thinking of them, still causes me to grin. |
| [Conol] says: While we hope one day for fame or gold, |
| [Conol] says: Together we shall stand fast, |
| [Conol] says: And regardless what you may have been told, |
| Sirithil glances over at Rheyann briefly. |
| Trinn nods at Conol's words. |
| [Conol] says: With my company, our fellowship will last. |
| Rheyann fidgets. |
| [Conol] says: Through hardship, trial or winged demon of the Nether, |
| [Conol] says: From distant battlefield or siege, |
| [Conol] says: We are bound all together, |
| [Conol] says: By oath as great to even the mightiest liege. |
| [Conol] says: Alliance brothers and sisters, I salute you, |
| [Conol] says: And while sometimes ye may bug |
| [Conol] says: Let me grant what ye are due |
| [Conol] says: And to you fellow warriors, I raise my mug! |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Amed. |
| Conol bows down graciously. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Flit applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Spiderheart claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Alrik claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Silanthos applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Amed claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Meris smiles at Conol. |
| [Dugald] says: HUrrah! |
| Ygriette claps excitedly for Conol. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Well done. |
| Fizzlepocket claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| Aragoth applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Aelaren claps excitedly. |
| Trinn smiles at Conol. |
| [Alrik] says: Very nice. |
| Strand smiles, bright, and applauds. "Well said." |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you, Conol. It's good to hear from you again. |
| [Alrik] says: Reminds me of the old days. |
| [Conol] says: Thank you. |
| Aelaren giggles at Mistwalker. |
| Amed looks around a bit |
| Niane claps excitedly for Conol. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I have something to read myself, unless anyone would like to go before me. |
| Arahshiel gently pats Mistwalker. |
| [Silanthos] says: Pardon the noise... |
| [Silanthos] says: Sounds like a vote of confidence to me, Ing. |
| Aelaren cuddles up against Spiderheart. |
| [Meris] says: Was that what I saw you writing earlier, Ing? |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Ingarath] says: Editing, actually. |
| [Alrik] says: Go ahead. |
| Ingarath opens a leather bound book and shakes it, revealing a small cloud of dust and sand. |
| Ingarath coughs. "Damned desert." |
| [Silanthos] says: Heh |
| [Ingarath] says: Mmm, what to say about this one. |
| [Ingarath] says: This is about paladins. |
| Ingarath smiles softly. |
| Aragoth listens intently to Ingarath. |
| Ingarath flips through the book to a specific page, and begins reading. |
| Conol raises an eyebrow |
| Trinn half-turns to watch Ingarath, listening intently. |
| [Ingarath] says: Soft, gentle footsteps glide |
| [Ingarath] says: Down shadowed, damp hallways, |
| [Ingarath] says: Across rough-hewn chipped cobblestone, |
| [Ingarath] says: In search of a distant gurgling. |
| [Ingarath] says: Raise a hammer, or perhaps a sword, |
| [Ingarath] says: Charge it again and again with some distant power, |
| [Ingarath] says: Watch it come crashing down, |
| [Ingarath] says: Another execution of your endless duty. |
| [Ingarath] says: I've met a flame haired paladin once, |
| [Ingarath] says: Known a few others in my time, |
| [Ingarath] says: Mithril around their bodies, |
| [Ingarath] says: Darkest, deepest ice around their hearts. |
| [Ingarath] says: Invocations of walls erupt with ease, |
| [Ingarath] says: whether it be for the Church, |
| [Ingarath] says: Or to barricade themselves from the world, |
| [Ingarath] says: Or to keep someone else out of theirs. |
| [Ingarath] says: Do you serve the light, then, Paladin? |
| [Ingarath] says: Or do you serve the Church? |
| [Ingarath] says: The Church, an artifact of fallible Man, |
| [Ingarath] says: The Light will shine forever. |
| [Ingarath] says: Serve the Light, Paladin, and it alone, |
| Lucard lights a cigarette, sits down quietly and listens to the speaker |
| [Ingarath] says: Seek no higher master, no greater authority, |
| Trinn seems to be almost holding her breath as Ingarath recites. |
| [Ingarath] says: Nor sublimate that search to institutions, |
| [Ingarath] says: Or to rigid authoritarian totems. |
| [Ingarath] says: Know that your duty is far greater: |
| [Ingarath] says: To protect an institution against encroaching evil, |
| [Ingarath] says: To be willing to serve the Light, and it alone, |
| [Ingarath] says: when all that institution does may falter. |
| Sirithil glances across at Rhey again, then continues whispering to Spider. |
| [Ingarath] says: Remember, Paladin, that institutions, |
| [Ingarath] says: Are merely constructs and symbols, |
| [Ingarath] says: And institutions may always fall into Darkness... |
| [Ingarath] says: Was it not your solemn duty to stop the Crusade? |
| Aragoth nods slightly |
| [Ingarath] says: A paladin, then, is a vanguard, final defense, |
| Strand watches Ingarath, his expression unreadable. |
| [Ingarath] says: Each of them having in total submission |
| [Ingarath] says: Full arcane power over the institutions they serve - |
| Lucard smirks slightly |
| [Ingarath] says: Prepared to rise up if necessary, to serve the Light. |
| [Ingarath] says: And it is true, Paladin, |
| [Ingarath] says: You may never know peace, or silence, or even Love, |
| Flit wonders what the bit about the gurgling was for. |
| Trinn winces at that. |
| [Ingarath] says: But this is your path, and yours alone, |
| [Ingarath] says: And the rest of us can only stare in wonder. |
| Arahshiel gently pats Silver Tabby. |
| Ingarath closes his book. |
| Meris glances curiously over to Lucard, then to Arahshiel. |
| Conol applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you. |
| Flit applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| Aragoth applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| Dahla applauds quietly, brow furrowed in thought. |
| Alrik claps excitedly for Ingarath. |
| Aelaren claps excitedly. |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Ingarath. |
| Aragoth applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| Silanthos applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| Amed claps at Ingarath |
| Arahshiel smiles and claps. |
| Trinn claps after a moment, quietly. |
| Meris nods at Ingarath. |
| Niane applauds at Ingarath. Bravo! |
| [Alrik] says: Right. |
| [Conol] says: Always with the dangerous thought |
| Lucard half claps and looks at the group taking in the faces |
| [Dugald] says: Well said. Heresy, but well said. |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| [Alrik] says: I have a tale to tell. |
| Ingarath shrugs. |
| [Dahla] says: Good thing we're all off-duty. |
| Dahla winks slyly at Dugald. |
| [Silanthos] says: Heresy... |
| [Amed] says: Oh, if anyone would like some drinks to wash down stories, I've got a bit... |
| [Meris] says: Ingarath is just a bit of a free thinker. |
| [Alrik] says: Unless anyone wants to go before me. |
| [Dugald] says: Go Alrik go! |
| Aragoth glances over at Dugald, expressionless, but studying the Lieutenant. |
| [Meris] says: Perhaps -- not as free as myself, but we share some middle ground. |
| [Ingarath] says: Please, please. By all means, share. |
| [Alrik] says: Right. |
| Meris smirks slightly at Ingarath. |
| [Conol] says: More a warning then Heresy, look at Prince Arthas |
| Amed looks to Alrik intentively |
| Arahshiel appears to notice Meris looking at her and the other man, but returns to staring at the fire. |
| [Alrik] says: I will speak to all of you of a once-glorious organization. |
| Ingarath nods slowly. "Indeed." |
| Conol listens intently to Alrik. |
| Flit looks curious |
| Meris starts to say more, but calms herself for the present speaker. |
| [Alrik] says: They were the Orak Order. |
| [Alrik] says: Orak, in some forgotten tongue, meant "war." |
| [Alrik] says: So, we were the Order of War. |
| [Alrik] says: We were military. |
| Arahshiel gives Silanthos a strange look, her eyes reflecting some disappointment. |
| [Alrik] says: Damn good at it. |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Alrik. |
| [Alrik] says: We were lead by a fine man. |
| Strand glances to Trinn; mouths two words, then looks back to the speaker. |
| [Alrik] says: His name, I cannot recall. |
| Lucard takes a long drag off his cigarette and listens to the speaker, he allows the smoke to slowly roll out of his mouth and drift around his form |
| [Alrik] says: I'll call him Bob. |
| Flit grins |
| [Alrik] says: Bob was a brilliant man. |
| Meris glances over to Alerac. |
| [Alrik] says: He was an unparalleled tactician. |
| [Alrik] says: His valour in combat was great. He was awarded his own base. |
| Niane waves at Alerac. |
| Aragoth eyes Alerac up and down. |
| Ingarath waves to Alerac. |
| [Alrik] says: He led the Order to this place. |
| Alerac leans over to whisper to Meris a bit, nodding greetings to anyone who greets him. |
| [Alrik] says: Oh... Now I remember. |
| Dahla looks away from Alrik to give Alerac a small smile and wave. |
| [Alrik] says: He was called Cyox. |
| [Alrik] says: Cyox led us on a series of assaults from his base in the Barrens. |
| [Alrik] says: Our name became commonplace amongst the horde, and they were wary of us. |
| [Alrik] says: However, I was a friend of Cyox, and I knew something that ailed him. |
| [Alrik] says: He secretly disliked his job. He had a contempt for the alliance and the Light. |
| Lucard rubs his smoldering cigarette out on the ground next to him, he lights another and continues to listen quietly |
| Flit blinks |
| [Alrik] says: He had a dislike for the "goody two-shoes" activities of our grand Alliance. |
| Lucard smiles at this |
| [Alrik] says: Yet, he masqueraded as a shining beacon of hope for our people. |
| Conol rubs his chin while listening |
| Aragoth mutters very quietly "Thrall is not unlike...mumble mumble" |
| [Alrik] says: Eventually, he organised an assault on Lordaeron. |
| Silanthos looks to Alrik |
| [Alrik] says: Take the fight to the Forsaken. |
| Arahshiel toys with the sleeve of her robe, an unreadable expression on her face. |
| Spiderheart blinks in surprise. |
| [Alrik] says: We were hesitant, by now all of us had a suspicion of his bizarre disposition. |
| [Alrik] says: We followed anyway. |
| Meris makes a few quick notes in her journal, then puts it away again. |
| Strand steeples his fingers, listening. |
| [Alrik] says: Another problem was that the Nobles and commanders in Stormwind hadn't been told. |
| [Alrik] says: This was our own operation. We feared the worst. |
| [Alrik] says: We had many men though. We were renowned, and many were eager to join us. |
| [Alrik] says: We were legion. |
| [Alrik] says: Anyway, we headed north. |
| [Alrik] says: We smashed aside the outer Horde defences like playthings. |
| Dahla has invited you to join a group. |
| [Alrik] says: Nonetheless, word reached Thrall. |
| [Alrik] says: Many horde warriors flocked to Brill. |
| [Alrik] says: It was the next in our selection of targets. |
| [Alrik] says: They knew it. |
| Lucard chuckles quietly |
| [Alrik] says: All the while, Cyox was becoming "darker." |
| [Alrik] says: He became less interested in serving the alliance. |
| Strand nods, listening. |
| Elaran greets everyone warmly. |
| Meris waves to Elaran from across the circle. |
| Aragoth says quietly "Does not sound unlike Arthas..." |
| [Alrik] says: Eventually, we attacked Brill. |
| [Alrik] says: We came upon the people there with fire and steel at first... |
| [Alrik] says: But, the horde reserves were nigh-unstoppable. They were mighty. |
| [Alrik] says: They slaughtered our men like lambs, but we fought on. |
| [Alrik] says: I was somewhat curious. |
| Aelaren notices rheyann paceing behind her,she excuses herself to go talk to her |
| [Alrik] says: Our trusted leader had led us into a battle everyone knew we couldn't win. |
| [Alrik] says: We didn't have any cunning plans or special support. |
| [Alrik] says: I watched Cyox fight. |
| [Alrik] says: He was a mage. |
| Arahshiel , looking slightly pale, raises a hand to her chest as she suppresses a cough. |
| [Alrik] says: He didn't use his magic, strangely enough. |
| Silanthos looks over to Arahshiel suddenly |
| Aragoth looks over at Arashiel. |
| [Alrik] says: Eventually, our morale was shattered and we fled. |
| [Alrik] says: Cyox didn't. |
| Aelaren cuddles up against Spiderheart. |
| Flit pets Sparky |
| [Alrik] says: He stayed. The vengeful horde swarmed over him like paranas. |
| Aragoth frowns at Spiderheart. |
| Spiderheart hugs Aelaren. |
| [Alrik] says: He didn't even resist. |
| Arahshiel waves away Silanthos' concern and continues to listen to Alrik. |
| [Alrik] says: He was utterly slain. |
| Silanthos frowns, turning to Alrik |
| [Alrik] says: Almost as if he had intended it. |
| Spiderheart murmurs, "So often bad ends only lead to worse reprises." |
| [Alrik] says: Several months later... |
| [Alrik] says: I'm in the Arathi Highlands. The horde are attacking. |
| [Alrik] says: The Orak Order is no more. |
| Flit stares at the toes of her boots |
| [Alrik] says: Everyone had systematically left, their morale broken by the loss of their leader. |
| [Alrik] says: I was blasting away at an orc. He was strong, and my bullets barely wounded him. |
| [Alrik] says: I decided to fall back. |
| [Alrik] says: Suddenly, leaping out from the shadows, comes something I still hate. |
| [Alrik] says: Although twisted and rotting, Cyox attacked me. |
| Meris frowns a bit at Alerac, and whispers back to him. |
| Ingarath looks up ant notices Arrish, but returns to listening to Alrik. |
| [Alrik] says: He was forsaken now. |
| Arahshiel coughs a little, her hand clutching at the collar of her robe. |
| Niane listens intently to Alrik. |
| Conol frowns |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish. |
| [Alrik] says: I hate him for what he did, giving up on the alliance. |
| Strand nods back to Arrish, pensive. |
| Arrish sits down quietly, smiling at Trinn and Strand. |
| [Alrik] says: And leading his men to their demises so he could join the enemy. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Oh, no, Alrik. |
| Silanthos looks back to Arahshiel. |
| Spiderheart blushes at having interrupted. |
| Elaran closes her eyes for a moment. |
| [Alrik] says: I refuse to stop fighting until I see that cocky son of a bitch dead. Again. |
| Aelaren puts her arms around Spiderheart and hugs her close |
| [Alrik] says: And that is my tale. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Aelaren claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Spiderheart salutes Alrik with respect. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Niane applauds at Alrik. Bravo! |
| Cava claps |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Arahshiel applauds Alrik, rising as she does so. |
| Lucard claps for Alrik, clearly unimpressed. |
| Amed claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Jolien claps excitedly for Alrik. |
| Aragoth applauds at Alrik. Bravo! |
| [Conol] says: Fight on Alrik, fight on |
| Elaran nods at Alrik. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for sharing, Alrik. |
| Strand claps quietly. |
| [Alrik] says: Lucard? |
| [Spiderheart] says: Best wishes for a full and satisfying revenge, Alrik. |
| Fizzlepocket cheers! |
| Meris nods gentle at Alrik |
| Ingarath looks to Strand, grinning. "Does this mean you have a story to share about a certain field mouse...?" |
| Meris glances over her left shoulder toward where Arahshiel wandered off to |
| Arrish glances over to Meris and nods to her, then looks up to Strand. |
| [Strand] says: Oh, well. It's not /my/ story, it's Dad's story. I just tell it as best I can. |
| Trinn smiles up at Strand. "Mellor!" |
| Ingarath nods, smiling. |
| Flit looks up from her examination of her boots |
| Lucard flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground and lights a third, and then turns to the speaker |
| [Alrik] says: Then tell it. |
| [Strand] says: All right. This is actually a debt, as well; I promised Flit Flutterby a story and I still owe it, so here it is. |
| Flit smiles at you. |
| Aelaren waves at An. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Where's my story from when we arrested you?! |
| Dugald smiles at Flit. |
| [Strand] says: That's this one, and hush, because Mellor's shy of fierce gnomes. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I don't want to share it with a girl! |
| Fizzlepocket points at Flit. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Fizzle |
| An smiles around. |
| [Flit] says: Well, then it'll just be mine, then, huh? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, it'll have to be. |
| [Strand] says: Huh. Well, you have to. All right: there's this field mouse, who's known throughout Stormwind as being the /cleverest/ field mouse in the whole city. |
| [Strand] says: In all of the continent, and there've been studies done; it's fairly certain he's the cleverest field mouse in the entire world. |
| Elaran smiles at you. |
| Arrish laughs softly. "Studies." |
| Trinn laughs, nodding. |
| Spiderheart grins. |
| [Strand] says: Tonight I'm going to tell the story of how Mellor tried to become a bounty hunter. There are many, many Mellor stories, but this is the one I will tell tonight. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Meris gives Strand an odd look under the circumstances. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Oh great. That's just what I need.. |
| Flit fidgets expectantly |
| Lucard smiles... very slightly |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: A mouse coming up to me.. "I've been sent to kill you." (Sighs) |
| Flit shushes Fizzle |
| Niane sighs at Rheyann. |
| Fizzlepocket shushes Flit. |
| Aragoth looks at Fizzlepocket in bewilderment. |
| Niane says a prayer for Great Goretusk. |
| Arrish covers a laugh. |
| Trinn passes a certain keg to Arrish. |
| Arrish raises her eyebrows at Trinn, and waves it off, blushing faintly. |
| Strand stretches, cheerfully. "So, Mellor, he was lurking around in the Trade District, watching people go back and forth as he always does. There wasn't much going on, until a neatly dressed man wandered over to the mailbox and fastened a poster to it." |
| Rheyann shrugs. Who knows? |
| Stardancer lies down. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor's almost as curious as he is smart, so he went over to read the poster. In neatly typed letters, it said 'Private Investigator wanted for private investigations on behalf of private parties. Apply in Old Town. Discretion preferred.' |
| Silanthos stares into the fire. |
| Aragoth chuckles quietly |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh |
| Aelaren giggles |
| Niane chuckles to herslef |
| [Alrik] says: Was it private? |
| Dugald smiles. |
| Meris heaves a sigh. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor is clever; he knew that there's usually money involved whenever anyone says discretion preferred, so he made his way to Old Town and found the poster of the messages. |
| Jolien looks quizically over at Exavier |
| Flit grins |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Strand] says: Dark alley, moonless night, you know how it works. |
| Exavier shrugs at Jolien. Who knows? |
| Arrish tilts her head to An, smiling. |
| Trinn laughs. |
| [Strand] says: A few quick whispered words later, and Mellor had his target, or at least he had a name. And he had a sack of copper. Riches to a field mouse. |
| An discrretly smiles at Arrish and Trinn, listening to Straund. |
| Tiandren thinks of how much money he spent at the auction house. |
| Aragoth begins to get uncomfortable of sitting for so long, and shifts around a bit. |
| [Strand] says: He promptly went back to the Trade District, and posted his own message: 'Field mouse looking for erudite discussions with a man matching this description for friendship and good beer.' And settled back, sitting at the base of the fountain, and waited for |
| Aelaren waves at An. |
| Strand clears his throat. "Waited for his target to bite." |
| Arrish giggles softly. |
| [Flit] says: Sneaky. . . . |
| Elaran blinks at you. |
| [Alrik] says: cunning. |
| [Alrik] says: Where the mouse learn how to write? |
| Meris looks over to Arahshiel briefly, noting her return. |
| [Alrik] says: Let alone lift a pen? |
| [Strand] says: And waited. And waited. And -- do you think the man he was hunting for answered Mellor's advertisement? |
| [Trinn] says: Cleverest field mouse. And...no? |
| [Alrik] says: No... |
| Flit grins |
| [Arrish] says: Of course not! |
| [Tiandren] says: No. |
| Strand grins brightly to Trinn. "He was the cleverest, but aye, it availed him nothing this time." |
| [An] says: Why not?! |
| Lucard listens |
| Arahshiel notices Mistwalker next to her and reaches over to pet the cat. |
| [Strand] says: But Mellor, he's not one to get discouraged easily. So he came up with another plan. He went to a netmaker -- those nets don't make themselves -- and he contracted for a /huge/ net. One big enough to cover, well, the entire Stormwind bridge. |
| [Niane] says: Pfft Overkill |
| Strand gestures, indicating the size of the thing. It's vast. Gargantuan. |
| Flit blinks, and gets a distant, calculating look in her eyes |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I know, Niane.... I'd have contracted a goblin demolitions team to blow up that damn bridge. |
| [Strand] says: And since he's very very clever, it was easy for him to sneak the net past General Marcus. Well, not easy. But he managed it. |
| Elaran chuckles at you. |
| Tiandren 's macaw starts squaking loudly in it's cage. |
| Stardancer greets Lomion warmly. |
| [Strand] says: His plan was simple; he'd spread the net out, and wait for his prey to walk past, and then tug! |
| Lomion smiles at Stardancer. |
| Spiderheart laughs. |
| Strand tugs the strings of an invisible net. "Job done. Copper earned." |
| [Alrik] says: I must take my leave now... Great stories everyone. |
| [Spiderheart] says: The logic is flawless! |
| Aelaren lays her head on Spiderhearts shoulder as she listens closely to Strand |
| Trinn grins. |
| [Arrish] says: Mellor sure does like nets! |
| Flit looks concerned |
| Elaran waves at Alrik. |
| [Strand] says: Do you think his clever plan succeeded? |
| [Niane] says: Nope |
| Trinn shakes her head. "Sadly, no." |
| [Arrish] says: Of course not! |
| [Tiandren] says: Don't think so |
| [Silanthos] says: Despite coming in halfway, I'm gonna go with "no" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: If he had gotten the net, and THEN blown up the bridge... |
| [An] says: *uncertain* Yes? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Maybe. |
| Strand shakes his head sadly. "No, not in the least. While he was able to spread the net out right underneath the noses of the guard..." |
| [Strand] says: He's just a /field mouse/. He wasn't strong enough to pull it /shut/ again. |
| Lucard sucks on his cigarette and mumbles "no" then realizes he's getting drawn into the story and frowns |
| Strand crouches, miming a field mouse tugging desperately on the strings of a net, to no avail. |
| Elaran giggles at you. |
| [Flit] says: Awww. |
| [Conol] says: even orcs can get past those guards *frowns* |
| Arahshiel smiles. "But he's the cleverest field mouse." |
| Niane chuckles slightly |
| Strand grins. "He is the /very/ cleverest field mouse, which is why he came up with a third plan." |
| Flit looks hopeful |
| [Strand] says: He scurried after his prey, who'd just finished looking confusedly at the net and was walking into Stormwind proper. |
| Jolien waves at Exavier. |
| Aragoth leans over, and proprs himself up with one elbow. |
| Exavier waves at Jolien. |
| [Aragoth] says: (props*)) |
| [Strand] says: Scurry, scurry! Little field mouse. He has quick legs. |
| Aelaren smiles at An. |
| Trinn keeps grinning. |
| [Strand] says: Took him a while, but finally he got ahead of the man he was after, and held up one little paw. |
| Arrish covers a giggle, watching Strand. |
| Arahshiel grins at Strand. |
| Lucard is even smiling, abiet slightly |
| Strand holds up one big hand. "'Stop,' said Mellor, 'We have business!'" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Did the man step on him? |
| [Strand] says: Oh no. The man stopped. 'I'm in a bit of a hurry,' he said. |
| [Flit] says: Whew. . . |
| [Tiandren] says: That's good |
| Aragoth tries to imagine what a field mouses' voice would sound like.. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor, he talks quick. Squeak. He explained in under five seconds flat about his new career as a bounty hunter and the man's role in the whole matter. |
| Elaran chuckles at you. |
| Ingarath grumbles softly. |
| [Silanthos] says: Heh |
| Arrish smiles ruefully. |
| [Strand] says: 'And,' said Mellor ambitiously, 'If you let me turn you in, well, I'll share the bounty with you. Twenty-five percent seventy-five percent. I get the seventy-five percent.' |
| Garond nods at Taramayne. |
| Taramayne greets Garond with a hearty hello! |
| Aragoth grins, "Sounds like Fizzlepocket" he thinks. |
| [Strand] says: The man thought about it for a while. Not a very long while. |
| [Strand] says: And -- well. You're all almost as clever as Mellor. What do you think the man said? |
| [Tiandren] says: Did he say no? |
| [Elaran] says: He said yes! |
| [An] says: *uncertain* He said yes? |
| Martert has defeated Jonnychimpo in a duel |
| Elaran cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| [Trinn] says: He said no! |
| [Sirithil] says: I'd say no. |
| [Dugald] says: He said he wanted 75% |
| Tiandren smiles. |
| Arrish leans back, smiling, but says nothing. |
| Strand grins. "He said no. Sorry, An." |
| An Oooh.. |
| Ingarath smiles and listens closely to Strand. |
| Lucard watches the group |
| Elaran sighs at you. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor heaved a sigh, and... well, he's just a field mouse. Once the man knew what was going on, his chances of collecting the bounty? Fairly slim. |
| Taramayne smiles at Garond. |
| Fizzlepocket picks up a small pebble, and tosses it at Aragoth in a rather subtle manner, and goes back to listening to Strand, trying to look entirely focused on the story. |
| [Tiandren] says: He should have said 50-50. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah. . . |
| [Strand] says: So Mellor went home, where his wife -- who is not the cleverest field mouse, but who is the most patient field mouse, was cooking dinner. |
| Aragoth sits upright and alert, having started to doze off. |
| Lucard frowns |
| Aragoth chuckles to himself at Fizzlepocket's ridiculous helmet. |
| [An] says: Maybe if he'd proposed cheese... Chesse is good. *nods to herself* |
| Meris flashes a worried look ato Alerac, losing her sense of humor. |
| Aragoth frowns with disappointment at An. |
| [Strand] says: She smiled at him and welcomed him home and made him welcome, as she always did. And then she said, 'Oh! Did you hear the news?' |
| [Strand] says: He blinked, and allowed as how he had not. |
| Aragoth remembers suddenly how the old monks of Northshire Abbey had similarily long storied... |
| Aragoth stories* |
| [Strand] says: 'Your cousin Kellor,' she said, 'Just came into town to give evidence in a corruption case; something about nobles and funds. I'm no good at the details.' |
| [Strand] says: Mellor blinked. |
| Strand blinks, owlishly. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| Elaran blinks at you. |
| [Strand] says: And said, 'Oh. I knew he looked familiar.' And then he settled down to his dinner, which was /very/ good. |
| Flit blinks |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| [Strand] says: And that is the story of how Mellor tried and failed to become a bounty hunter. There are many Mellor stories... |
| [Strand] says: But that is the one I wanted to tell tonight. |
| Trinn starts laughing. |
| Arrish giggles. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for you. |
| Flit claps excitedly for you. |
| Silanthos applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Elaran chuckles at you. |
| Conol claps excitedly for you. |
| Dahla applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Niane lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Elaran applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Tiandren claps excitedly for you. |
| An claps excitedly for you. |
| Stardancer claps excitedly for you. |
| Dugald claps excitedly for you. |
| Lucard smiles slyly |
| Aragoth lets out a sigh of relief, a bit too loudly. |
| Niane applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Spiderheart laughs. |
| Amed claps excitedly for you. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you, Strand! That was wonderful. |
| Meris smiles at Strand |
| Strand settles down, grinning. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Well done, Strand! |
| Aragoth applauds at you. Bravo! |
| [Dugald] says: I have a wee tale |
| [Tiandren] says: Well done |
| Aragoth frowns. |
| [Tiandren] says: Go on sir |
| [An] says: Yes. And I bet Mellor had a really nice dinner. |
| Ingarath smiles at Dugald. |
| An smiles at you. |
| [Dugald] says: This story involves a troll of average intelligence |
| [Dugald] says: which is to say, he is a lot less smart than Mellor |
| Arrish giggles at Dugald. |
| Aragoth frowns. |
| [Niane] says: Pfft so says you |
| Inky giggles. |
| Tiandren lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Lucard flips his now dead cigarette butt to the ground and lights another |
| Elaran grins wickedly. |
| [Dugald] says: Grok the Troll was strolling through the forest, searching out chipmunks for his dinner, when he was attacked. |
| [Aragoth] says: Depends on what trolls... |
| Strand grins at Dugald. |
| [Dugald] says: An adventurer of some sort, Grok guessed, based on the man’s pack, leather armor, and sword. |
| Aragoth didn't mean to say that out loud. |
| [Dugald] says: The adventurer lunged at Grok, trying to skewer him. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hmm.. |
| [Dugald] says: Grok moved out of the way and walloped the guy in the groin with his club. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: YES! |
| [Elaran] says: Ow. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: FIRST PLACE! |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh |
| Aragoth winces |
| [Dugald] says: The man doubled over in pain, and Grok brought the club down hard on the back of his head. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: MAN GETS HIT IN GROIN WITH FOOTBALL! |
| [Niane] says: Huzzah! |
| [Elaran] says: Poor human. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Sorry. |
| Flit pokes Fizzlepocket. Hey! |
| [Tiandren] says: Yes |
| [Dugald] says: The man's body went limp and flopped to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth. |
| [Tiandren] says: Eww... |
| [Dugald] says: "Hain’t safe to walk through the woods no more," Grok said to himself, |
| [Dugald] says: as he set his club down and bent over to search through the man’s pack. |
| [Aragoth] says: Sir... |
| [Aragoth] says: ...nevermind.. |
| [Dugald] says: He found a couple of gold crowns, which he pocketed, some scrolls, which he tossed aside, and a bottle of foul smelling liquid. |
| [Dugald] says: He placed a drop of the liquid on his tongue and found it bitter, akin to sour milk mixed with salt. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hmm. |
| [Dugald] says: Grok decided to drink it later, with his meal. |
| [Dugald] says: "Say there champ, that was some nice work you just did," came a voice near the man’s body. |
| [Dugald] says: "Whazza?!" Grok jumped up, dropping the bottle. He grabbed his club and started whacking away at the lifeless body. |
| [Dugald] says: "He’s not going to get any deader," the voice said. "It’s me talking to you." |
| Niane giggles. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hehe |
| Aelaren giggles |
| [Dugald] says: Grok stopped, the club raised over his head. He stooped down and peered closely at the bloody pulp before him. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Conol] says: trolls *rolls eyes* |
| [Dugald] says: "Whoozat talkin’ to Grok?" |
| Arrish blinks, listening. |
| [Dugald] says: "Me, the sword," said the sword, still clutched in the dead man’s hand, giving off a bluish glow each time it spoke a word. |
| Elaran blinks at Dugald. |
| [Dugald] says: Grok scratched his head. "Never heard of no talkin’ swords before. What the hell do you want?" |
| Flit 's eyes go wide |
| Fizzlepocket taps the pig in the snout. |
| Aragoth frowns at how Dugald is portraying the Troll, then remembers how stupid the forest ones are. |
| [Dugald] says: "See, I was studying the situation just now," the sword responded. "You got some nice moves, |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Gonna roast me some pig. |
| Taramayne blinks at the annoying boars |
| [Dugald] says: but I think you really need an upgrade in weaponry. |
| [Dugald] says: That club you got there just isn’t going to cut it against most opponents." |
| [Dugald] says: Grok turned his club over in his massive hands. "But I like this club. |
| Lomion smiles at Stardancer. |
| [Dugald] says: Me mum gave me this ‘ere club when I was just a little trolling." |
| [Dugald] says: "Look, push aside all the sentimentality and what you got there is a rotting piece of wood with a nail sticking out of it," the sword chimed. |
| Aragoth frowns even deeper as the story goes on however.. |
| [Dugald] says: 'I, on the other hand, am made of tempered Dwarven steel, forged in Ironforge by the most master of craftsmen. |
| Silanthos cautiously takes Arahshiel's hand into his. |
| Elaran listens intently to Dugald. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Dugald] says: My blade is powerful enough to cleave through armor, and sharp enough to split a hair on a fly, plus I carry a powerful enchantment. |
| Niane listens intently to Dugald. |
| [Dugald] says: Not to sound pompous, but this isn’t some run of the mill Orc-poker that you’re talking to." |
| Spiderheart grins. |
| [Dugald] says: "Yah?" Grok responded, not looking very interested. |
| [Dugald] says: "So what I’m trying to say," the sword continued, "is, why don’t you take me along with you?" |
| [Dugald] says: "I dunno." Grok pointed at the body. "Me club still thumps skulls pretty good. And I don’t like no magic. |
| [Dugald] says: Gives me the jeebie-heebies, it does." |
| [Dugald] says: "Okay, okay then, you don’t need to use me for fighting," the sword sounded a bit edgy. |
| Aragoth finally shrugs, assuming this must be an unusually stupid Troll... |
| [Dugald] says: "But don’t leave me here to rust! You can sell me! |
| Flit grins wickedly at Dugald. |
| Arrish giggles. |
| Taramayne raises an eyebrow.."sword..edgy..riiiight" |
| Tiandren smiles. |
| [Dugald] says: Why, I bet I’d fetch at least 500 crowns on the open market!" |
| [Elaran] says: Gah. |
| An giggles softly at Taramayne. |
| [Dugald] says: Grok’s eyes lit up at the mention of gold. He wrested the sword from the dead man and examined it. |
| Elaran groans. |
| Strand nudges Trinn, and makes a keg-tipping motion, inquisitively. |
| [Dugald] says: "Say, thems lil’ diamonds there on your hilt!" |
| [Dugald] says: "That’s right!" the sword exclaimed, excited. "None of that cubic zirconia crap either, those are the real thing!" |
| Rheyann shoos Grak'krit away. Be gone pest! |
| [Dugald] says: "500 crowns you say?" Grok was starting to salivate. |
| [Dugald] says: "Maybe even a thousand crowns, now that I think about it!" |
| Aragoth glares angrily at Biara. |
| [Dugald] says: "Well, h’okay then." Grok tucked the sword away in his belt. |
| [Dugald] says: Just then he caught sight of a chipmunk scampering by, and remembered about dinner. |
| [Dugald] says: As Grok chased after the chipmunk, the sword spoke again. |
| [Dugald] says: "Say there chump, are you at all familiar with the Wicked Curse of Kelith the Wizard?" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Stupid chatty swords.... |
| [Dugald] says: "The Whatsit Curse of Whoozit now?" Grok dove at the chipmunk, barely missing grabbing hold of the puffy tail. |
| Strand tilts his head, interested. |
| [Tiandren] says: It's a cursed sword. |
| [Dugald] says: "See, there is this wizard, Kelith is his name," the sword began. |
| [Dugald] says: "He had bought a sword from the Ironforge dwarves, and for some reason or another he wasn’t satisfied with it. |
| [Dugald] says: So he brings it back to the dwarves and asks for refund, but the dwarves won’t give it to him on account he doesn’t have a receipt. |
| Meris quirks a brow at Dugald. |
| Flit nods |
| [Dugald] says: Plus, they say, the sword's been used, so the best they can offer him is an exchange of equal or lesser value. |
| Inky giggles. |
| [Dugald] says: Kelith argues, because he doesn't want an exchange, he wants a refund. |
| Aelaren cuddles up against Spiderheart. |
| [Dugald] says: Well, the dwarves are stubborn and don't give him his refund, so he leaves in a huff. |
| Spiderheart hugs Aelaren. |
| Elaran listens intently to Dugald. |
| [Dugald] says: On his way out, he's so mad that he places a curse on a cauldron of molten steel that he sees. |
| [Dugald] says: The dwarves, not knowing this, go ahead and forge a new sword out of this steel, and guess what they end up with? |
| Aragoth eyes Alerac up and down. |
| [Niane] says: A curse sword? |
| [Dugald] says: A cursed sword!" |
| [Inky] says: A club? |
| [Inky] says: Or a sword |
| Meris glances back over her shoulder to Biara. |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Niane. |
| Inky claps excitedly. |
| [Dugald] says: "Huh?" The chipmunk had scurried up a tree, which Grok was furiously shaking at the moment. |
| [Dugald] says: "And what a curse it was!" the sword said joyously. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hmm. |
| [Dugald] says: "Anybody who took possession of this sword became fated to die in battle! |
| Niane waves at Biara. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hehe |
| [Niane] says: Poor Troll |
| [Dugald] says: That sword goes through owners faster than Dwarven beer through an Elven maiden! |
| [Elaran] says: Er. |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| [Taramayne] says: Uh-oh. |
| Aragoth starts to get annoyed at the sword from just hearing how it talks. |
| [Aelaren] says: hey! |
| [Inky] says: Now that's fast. |
| [Dugald] says: Why, the curse has only been around for a year and that sword is on it's, hmm... let's see... |
| [An] says: Poor sword. Never to know a master for more than one battle. |
| [Dugald] says: 105th owner right now!" |
| [Inky] says: Yeowch |
| [Dugald] says: "Shuddup, willya?" the chipmunk had leapt off the tree and onto Grok's head. Grok had tried to smash it, |
| [Dugald] says: but only managed in giving himself a large lump in the noggin. |
| [Taramayne] says: don't tell me..the chipmunk wins? |
| Arrish laughs. |
| Aragoth frowns. |
| [Dugald] says: "The funniest story is when this barbarian fellow, real tough character, got hold of the sword after slaying a giant, |
| Lucard puffs on his cigarette and listens |
| [Tiandren] says: Haha |
| Flit grins wickedly at Taramayne. |
| Garond chuckles at Taramayne. |
| [Dugald] says: then managed to get offed by, of all things, a one-legged gnome! |
| Aragoth lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Inky] says: ... |
| Strand murmurs, "Chipmunks, almost as smart as field mice." |
| [Dugald] says: See, they were both in this tavern and say that fellow there looks like he might be trouble." |
| [Niane] says: .... |
| [Tiandren] says: ...... |
| [Dugald] says: "What feller?" Grok, still dizzy from the blow he had given himself, failed to notice the knight who had crept up on him. |
| [Dugald] says: "Meet thy maker, foul denizen of the Dark!" the knight shouted, then ran Grok through with his spear. |
| Flit winces |
| [Dugald] says: Grok was dead. |
| Garond cheers at Taramayne! |
| [Dugald] says: The knight fell to one knee and began to offer a prayer for the Troll's soul. |
| Dahla winces. |
| [Niane] says: Pfft I don't like that kinght |
| [Taramayne] says: guess the chipmunk got lucky, then. |
| [Flit] says: Uh oh. . . . |
| [Dugald] says: "Say there champ," interrupted the sword. "That was some nice work you just did..." |
| [Dugald] says: The end |
| [Aragoth] says: Oh no.. |
| Dugald bows before you. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Elaran snickers evilly at Dugald. |
| Dahla shakes her head with a smile and applauds. |
| Aragoth applauds at Dugald. Bravo! |
| Inky cheers! |
| Elaran applauds at Dugald. Bravo! |
| Spiderheart claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Garond claps excitedly. |
| Fizzlepocket cheers at Dugald! |
| An claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| Taramayne claps excitedly. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Well done! |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Tiandren claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| [Conol] says: Only good troll is a... *grins* |
| Trinn claps excitedly. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Aelaren claps excitedly for Dugald. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly. |
| Meris grins at Dugald. |
| Strand claps, laughing. |
| [Inky] says: And that is how babies are born. |
| Amed claps excitedly. |
| [Garond] says: Dead troll. |
| Spiderheart snickers. |
| [Aragoth] says: Most Trolls are not so pathetically stupid though. |
| Flit giggles at Inky. |
| [Niane] says: Aye |
| Ingarath smiles and looks around the gathered crowd. |
| [Silanthos] says: Nor are they worthy of wholesale slaughter. |
| [Tiandren] says: I have a story to tell. |
| [Elaran] says: Babies are born from trolls and weird cursed swords? |
| Lucard watches silently, blending into the shadows as the night grows darker |
| [Aragoth] says: He must have been dropped on the head as a trolling. |
| [Inky] says: Exactly. |
| Spiderheart bows before Tiandren. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, come on then. |
| [Spiderheart] says: After you,s ir. |
| [Ingarath] says: You had better tell it. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Meris] says: Wow. Lots of tales tonite... |
| [Tiandren] says: Alright this the tale of how I came to Elwynn |
| An smiles at Spiderheart. |
| Inky waves goodbye to Taramayne. Farewell! |
| [Conol] says: Aye, poems, smart mice and dumb trolls, all good stuff. |
| [Tiandren] says: It starts in Lordaeron when I was only 10. |
| Conol listens intently to Tiandren. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And don't forget Padeus! |
| Trinn absently hands a keg back to Strand. |
| [Aragoth] says: ... |
| Flit grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| Strand takes it, contentedly, then frowns a little. |
| Aragoth crouches down, picks up a small clod of dirt, and tosses it at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Tiandren] says: I lived in Andorhal with my mother Anju, my father Dratha and my twin brother Candin. |
| Fizzlepocket flinches as the rock breezes by his ear, and he stares at Aragoth. He equipped his massive battle helmet... "It's on now..." |
| Niane giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Tiandren] says: My father was a night of the Silver hand. |
| Aragoth grins "Should wear that more often.." |
| Flit realizes belatedly that she's in the line of fire and pushes a button on her belt. |
| Sirithil scribbles on a notepad, thinking she's got a good tale to tell herself. |
| Fizzlepocket tosses a rock, trying to hit Aragoth smack dab in the middle of the forehead.. |
| [Tiandren] says: We were moving to Stormwind when my father said he must stay in Lordaeron for his duties. |
| Aragoth ducks down, hearing it whizz over his head and hit Ingarath. |
| [Tiandren] says: So Me, my mother and Candin traveled to the Wetlands. |
| Aragoth takes a small pice of a stick of dynamite, pondering something. |
| Aragoth then puts it away before anyone notices. |
| Aelaren eyes Aragoth up and down. |
| [Tiandren] says: And sadly in the middle of the Wetlands..... |
| Arrish listens to Tiandren. |
| Aragoth looks like he's listening intently to Tiandren, trying very hard to fool the Night Elf. |
| Flit looks worriedly at Tiandren |
| [Tiandren] says: My mother was attacked by a crockalisk. |
| Inky cries. |
| Elaran frowns with disappointment at Tiandren. |
| Aragoth frowns with disappointment at Tiandren. |
| Aelaren comforts Tiandren. |
| Ingarath sighs. |
| Lucard smokes |
| Tiandren sniffles a bit. |
| [Inky] says: And that is how Tiandren wooed the ladies in the crowd. *sniffle* |
| Flit nods, sniffling |
| Fizzlepocket grins a little behind his entirely face obscuring helmet.. |
| [Tiandren] says: Me and Candin were alone in the Wetlands when are father heard of this. |
| Aragoth then feels in his pack for a net, making sure it's there. |
| [Tiandren] says: He came and took us back to Andorhal. |
| Aelaren eyes Aragoth warily |
| [Elaran] says: Uh oh. |
| Aragoth pulls out a piece of bread, then eats it quickly. |
| Trinn grins and waves at Shaun. |
| Aelaren cowers in fear at the sight of Aragoth. |
| [Tiandren] says: After 12 years the Scourage came. |
| Shaun waves hello, discreetly. |
| Aragoth takes out another piece of bread, tossing it into the air. |
| Aragoth realizes it'd make a very good throwing tool against Fizzlepocket. |
| [Tiandren] says: Are father was trying to get me and Candin out of Andorhal. |
| Meris sidles over to Arahshiel, whispering into her ear. |
| Aelaren keeps her eyes on Aragoth while she listens to the story |
| [Tiandren] says: When some undead came and attacked us. |
| Aragoth feels like he's being watched, and has a good idea of by whom. |
| [Tiandren] says: Are father distracted them but one of them saw us running and chased after us. |
| Lucard brushes his hair out of his face |
| Cava chews on a hangnail |
| Aragoth pretends to grab for his sword, and secretly looks around to see what happens. |
| [Tiandren] says: We were cornerd at a wall when it stopped and yelled. |
| Niane glares angrily at Aragoth. |
| Elaran listens intently to Tiandren. |
| [Tiandren] says: Something like this. |
| Aelaren 's eyes begin to glow as she reaches for her staff as she watches Aragoth |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Oops. |
| Elaran rolls her eyes at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Tiandren] says: Gat alostay kun chasta! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Sorry there, Aragoth. |
| Flit looks puzzled |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: DIdn't mean to slap a huge boar corpse in your way. |
| [Aragoth] says: Actually, most of it fell on this woman to the left of me. |
| Flit stifles a giggle |
| Spiderheart listens sorrowfully to Tiandren. |
| Aragoth looks out of the corner of his eye at Aelaren. |
| [Sirithil] says: Poor Trinn. |
| [Tiandren] says: I don't know the reason why but it spared me and Candin. |
| Trinn sighs, moving back. |
| Shaun smirks. |
| [Tiandren] says: So we ran out of Andorhal and that was the last time Me and Candin saw our father. |
| Aragoth pretends to reach for something in his pack, then takes out a fake stick of dynamite and quietly rolls it over to where Aelaren is sitting. |
| Aelaren jumps up |
| Lucard nods and the speaker a cloud of smoke escaping his lungs |
| Aragoth looks around innocently. |
| Sirithil sees it but isn't overly worried, as dynamite is slightly useless when not lit. |
| Aelaren makes a rude gesture at Aragoth. |
| Aragoth looks over at Aelaren as if to say "Who, me?" |
| [Tiandren] says: So me and Candin traveled to Menethil and took a boat to Booty bay |
| Aelaren nods " I saw that" |
| Inky takes a picture. |
| Fizzlepocket ponders to himself weither or not he should deploy the Pet Bomb.... |
| Aragoth shakes his head and points to Ingarath. |
| Spiderheart takes Aelaren's hand and sits her down again, with a stage-whispered "Revenge waits." |
| Meris nods to Fizzle emphatically, as if she can read minds. |
| [Tiandren] says: We traveled from there to Elwynn forest. |
| Aragoth hates it when Night Elves continuously stare at him. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Elaran] says: That journey alone is very difficult. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Indeed. |
| [Tiandren] says: If you all are wondering where Candin is then I'll tell you. |
| Flit looks worriedly at Tiandren |
| Aelaren smiles at Aragoth then looks to the fire in front of her |
| [Tiandren] says: So we went to the Abbey and I trained as a warroir and he trained as a paladin. |
| Aragoth smiles back at Aelaren, overfully cheerfully. |
| Inky ponders. |
| [Aragoth] says: ((er... overly**)) |
| Fizzlepocket whispers to Sirithil's little... entorage... or something.. |
| [Tiandren] says: When I joined the Brigade I heard horrible news. |
| Inky gasps. |
| Tiandren chokes up a bit. |
| [Tiandren] says: I heard my brother was........... |
| [Tiandren] says: Dead... |
| Inky gasps. |
| Rheyann smiles at An. |
| Dugald nods sadly |
| Flit stares at the campfire |
| Elaran sighs and shakes her head. |
| [Tiandren] says: He had gone to the Blackrock mountains seeking something. |
| Nim waves to his friends as he sits down quietly. |
| [Tiandren] says: Then the next day they found him in the lake dead. |
| Tiandren points over yonder. |
| Inky cries. |
| Spiderheart winces. |
| Telsla ponders the situation. |
| Tiandren wipes a tear from his eye. |
| Lucard stands |
| Lucard flips the smoking cigarette onto the ground, he watches it smolder for a moment before grinding the embers beneth his heel. |
| An oohs and mutters, "poor him". |
| Lucard turns pulling the shadows around him and walks towards the griffen post |
| [Tiandren] says: And then I vowed I would do anything I could in my power to destroy the Scourge and serve the kingdom. |
| [Tiandren] says: And that is all. |
| Dugald claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Elaran claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Inky claps excitedly. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Telsla looks around at everyone |
| Dahla applauds at Tiandren. Bravo! |
| Telsla claps excitedly. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| [Tiandren] says: Thank you |
| You clap excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Aelaren comforts Tiandren. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Trinn claps excitedly. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Tiandren. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for sharing. |
| [Sirithil] says: I have a tale. |
| Aragoth applauds at Tiandren. Bravo! |
| An smiles at Tiandren. "You are doing a fine warrior, I'm sure" |
| [Meris] says: One moment... |
| [Spiderheart] says: I have two things that are not tales. |
| [Spiderheart] says: But after you, milady. |
| [Meris] says: Heh... we have several who want to speak... |
| Aragoth pushes Fizzlepocket with his boot as he walks by. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. "Everyone is full of tales these days." |
| Flit realizes belatedly that there's a huge, barely visible cat sitting next to her. |
| [Conol] says: Sorry, I must depart, be well all. |
| An smiles at Rheyann. |
| [Meris] says: I just want to briefly advertise for a social event tomorrow night. |
| Conol waves. |
| Arahshiel waves goodbye to Conol. Farewell! |
| An looks up at Meris. |
| [Meris] says: There's going to be a "pub crawl" tomorrow starting in Menethil Harbor at 8pm |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Meris. |
| [Meris] says: Sponsored by the Explorers of Evermoore and... friends, I guess you could say. |
| Aragoth secretly tosses a small clod of dirt over near Aelaren. |
| Aragoth glares angrily at Fizzlepocket. |
| Rheyann threatens Aragoth with the wrath of doom. |
| Aelaren glares angrily at Aragoth. |
| An looks curiously at Aragoth. |
| [Meris] says: ... Should be an interesting evening, if you just want to throw off your shackles of responsibility for a time. |
| [Tiandren] says: Who was going to shhare a tale? |
| [Spiderheart] says: Lady Sirithil has something. I can wait. |
| An smiles at Sirithil. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Tiandren] says: Aleight |
| [Meris] says: Well, that's all I needed to alert everyone to. |
| [Ingarath] says: Please, share with us. |
| Elaran nods at Meris. |
| Aragoth starts to looked annoyed and nervous as the Night Elf keeps staring at him. |
| Meris smiles meekly and sits back down. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Thanks, Meris. If we're free, we'll be there. |
| Arrish smiles faintly to Meris, and nods. |
| Tiandren smiles at Meris. |
| Ingarath is alerted, and makes a note in his notebook, smiling at Meris. |
| Aelaren smiles at Aragoth. |
| [Sirithil] says: (( someone light another fire? )) |
| [Meris] says: Oh! And the Stormwind Ball is on the 11th. |
| [Meris] says: But I have little information on that yet. |
| An stares at Aragoth, unsure of what's going on with him. |
| [Meris] says: More information should be posted publicaly in Stormwind soon. |
| [Tiandren] says: Ok |
| Meris looks to Dugald knowingly. "I think the Hounds are doing security." |
| Aragoth looks around, wondering who is staring at him now. |
| [Elaran] says: Stormwind's going to be throwing it's balls around, hm? |
| Arrish is not staring at Aragoth. |
| Meris grins slyly at Elaran. |
| [Sirithil] says: Play with your balls elsewhere. |
| Strand looks quietly content. |
| Sirithil grins. |
| [Meris] says: Alright... who is next then? |
| [Sirithil] says: I'll go, if I can? |
| [Tiandren] says: Go on |
| [Ingarath] says: Please. |
| Meris motions to Sirithil. |
| Flit spots Nim and covertly waves |
| [Elaran] says: Before you start, can I ask one thing? |
| Aragoth sees that a blue-haired night elf is staring at him now, and sighs. |
| Arrish smiles at Sirithil. |
| [Sirithil] says: Yes? |
| [Elaran] says: Please, don't tell a tragic, sad, or vengeful tale. |
| [Sirithil] says: Too late. |
| An smiles at her right before looking at Sirithil. |
| [Elaran] says: Bugger. |
| Nim snickers at Elaran. |
| Aelaren giggles |
| [Meris] says: WHo do you get to turn into a toad, Elaran? |
| [Flit] says: Aww. . . I was hoping for something about squirrels. |
| Aragoth ponders if An is as jumpy as the other elf. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: How about... Rabbits? |
| [Elaran] says: Alerac's not here, unfortunately. |
| [Sirithil] says: Maybe next week, Flit. |
| Flit nods |
| [Elaran] says: Ingarath's too cute. |
| Fizzlepocket smirks, and notices Arlo's head poking out of Flit's bags... |
| Ingarath blushes. |
| Shaun waves at Nim. |
| [Elaran] says: Ah, well. |
| Nim returns Shaun's wave and leans over towhisper to Strand. |
| Wendall claps excitedly for Sirithil. |
| Sirithil lets the flames light her face as she speaks. |
| [Sirithil] says: My tale tonight is something of a sad one... it's a tale of betrayal, a tale of war, a tale of the keeping and breaking of oaths. It's a tale of the meaning of service. |
| Strand tilts his head, listening, then nods regretfully. |
| Ingarath listens intently to Sirithil. |
| [Sirithil] says: Once, long ago in distant lands there was a great King; a wise, kind, and noble man, who ruled a wealthy kingdom. And he had two chief servants. |
| Tiandren listens intently to Sirithil. |
| [Sirithil] says: Both of these servants had sworn life-vows to the king, to serve him and him alone, and they served him well. And the king cared deeply for the both of them as dear friends. |
| Aragoth rummages in his pack for something else to toss. |
| [Sirithil] says: Over time, though, one of the servants, a very powerful warrior, came to feel that service to this king was not enough for him, that it was holding him back somehow. |
| Spiderheart whispers to Aragoth. |
| [Sirithil] says: He felt that the king had wronged him somehow, that he was better than his lord... eventually, this led him to thinking the king didn't desrve to rule, and so he plotted against the king. |
| [Tiandren] says: That doesn't make him any better |
| Aragoth turns to look up at Spiderheart. |
| [Sirithil] says: Now, the king had many palaces, but one, the one he ruled from, was the grandest of them all. It had high towers, and thick walls sheathed in solid thorium, and the towers were stocked with ballistae and cannons. |
| Fizzlepocket tries to put an arm on Flit, before getting a rather sharp shock from the Gnomish Harm Prevention Belt... Fizzle grumbles a little... |
| [Sirithil] says: It was nearly impregnable. And inside these walls was a grand keep, vast in scale, and luxurious, and it had been very expensive to build. |
| [Sirithil] says: The king was very, very proud of this palace. It came into the warrior-servant's mind that he might humiliate the king by seizing and destroying this showpiece. |
| [Sirithil] says: So he went out on journeys, telling the king that he was seeking further training; when really, he was secretly gathering an army. |
| [Sirithil] says: He called in favors, promised shares of the loot to his troops, did everything he could to muster a force to take the castle... soon his army was many times stronger than the king's own forces. |
| [Sirithil] says: But he was still technically bound by his oath, and he went to the king and asked to be released from it. The king was upset, but agreed, and the warrior left his service. |
| Flit blinks when her protective field surges and absently scolds Arlo to stop poking the force field. |
| Spiderheart smiles benignly at Aragoth and mouths the word "restraint". |
| [Sirithil] says: Now, the other servant was one of the king's chief administrators. This servant knew all the ins and outs of the king's business, everything... he was a good and loyal servant. |
| Fizzlepocket pokes the force field again, picks up a stick, and just tries to whack the force field off... |
| [Sirithil] says: He and the warrior were good friends, and this servant went after the warrior and asked him what he was doing. |
| Arrish listens carefully to Sirithil. |
| Flit 's force field overloads and vaporizes the stick |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... |
| [Sirithil] says: And the warrior said, |
| [Sirithil] says: "The king has wronged me, and is unfit to rule. I've gathered an army; I will destroy his fortress, and kill the king and his family, and I will make myself king instead." |
| [Sirithil] says: "I don't fear his armies, I have a hundred thousand men. And I'd like you to help me." |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Flit] says: [Gnomish] Ok gosh |
| [Tiandren] says: That is wrong |
| [Sirithil] says: This administrator paused. He thought quickly. He was in a dangerous position. He knew the warrior could kill him in an instant if he refused. |
| [Aragoth] says: ""Ok gosh??" |
| Aragoth boggles at Flit. |
| [Sirithil] says: He also knew the king could not win... the fortress, while nearly impregnable, could not hold out forever against such a force. But he was sworn to serve and protect the king. He had to find a way to, at least, save the king's life. |
| Flit shuts down her belt and sighs |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: [Gnomish] Giz dagem dani rand alegaskron huge ok rod ti shermt |
| Fizzlepocket smirks. |
| Aragoth stares at Fizzlepocket in disblelief of what he heard. |
| Flit sighs |
| [Nim] says: [Gnomish] Lock lo gar her gar buma zah angor Drugan |
| [Sirithil] says: He had seen that even in planning treason the warrior had asked for release from his oath, and thus he knew that the warrior was one who would keep his word. |
| [Sirithil] says: And so he said, "If I help you, and you destroy the palace, then, will you leave the king and his family alone, and not return?" |
| An looks up at Sirithil, then at Rheyann with a confused look. |
| [Sirithil] says: The warrior pondered this; he didn't want the responsibility of ruling, he just wanted to humble the king... after a moment, he agreed. |
| [Tiandren] says: Please stop Aragoth |
| [Sirithil] says: And so it came to pass that the traitor's army came against the fortress; at first, they broke against the mighty walls like a wave against the shore. |
| [Aragoth] says: What? |
| [Sirithil] says: It was a great army, but at first the palace was greater, and the skies were full of ballista bolts and arrows and fireballs and cannon shot raining down from the walls, and the archers and mages lined there. |
| [Tiandren] says: Moving around and bothering people. |
| [Sirithil] says: It could very well have gone on for months like this, and tens of thousands might have died. But once the battle was joined, the servant slipped away, through a hidden tunnel under the walls... |
| [Aragoth] says: I was not bothering, and this has been the first time I have "moved about" |
| [Inky] says: Shhhh |
| [Sirithil] says: It had been intended as an escape if the fortress was ever sieged, but ways out can also be ways in. When he found the traitor, they gathered a small force and went back in through the tunnel. And so the fortress fell, and it was destroyed. |
| Aragoth glares angrily at Inky. |
| [Sirithil] says: As the administrator had anticipated, the traitor warrior kept to his word, and after looting the fortress he took his army and he left those lands, leaving the king and his family unharmed and passing out of this tale forever. |
| Inky says quietly "I'm trying to listen. Gosh..." |
| [Sirithil] says: The servant, ashamed and afraid that what he had done would be misconstrued, also fled. |
| Sirithil gazes around the circle, her eyes falling on one person there, with a meaningful gaze, for a moment longer than on anyone else. |
| Ingarath listens quietly. |
| [Sirithil] says: Years passed, and the kingdom eventually regained its strength, the fortress was rebuilt. Yet the king wondered always why the traitor's army had left at the brink of victory, and where his other servant had gone. |
| [Sirithil] says: One day, the king travelled abroad, and by chance he saw his servant, the administrator who had fled; he was in the service of another lord. |
| Arrish looks around the circle thoughtfully. |
| [Sirithil] says: And, when he had the chance, he went to talk to him, and he said, "All this time, and I find you here?" |
| [Tiandren] says: [????] Thogara dlouhs eb teiuq. |
| [Sirithil] says: The servant broke down in tears, and replied, "I'm sorry... I could not have returned." And he told him what had happened, all of it. The king looked into his eyes, and could tell that this man he had known for so many years was telling the truth. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Tiandren. |
| [Sirithil] says: The king wept, and he said, "Palaces can be rebuilt, treasure amassed once again... but the lives of my family could not be restored if lost. The fortress would have fallen either way." |
| [Sirithil] says: "But you saved our lives, and in that you fulfilled your oath... only in fleeing and serving another did you break it." |
| Fizzlepocket sees Nam coming... and puts his arm around Flit. |
| Nanfloodle winks slyly at Fizzlepocket. |
| Flit looks startled |
| Sirithil smiles wryly. "And that's my tale. I'll leave it to your imagination whether the servant returns to the king's service, and honors his oath once again. I'd tell it myself, but it has yet to be written." |
| Inky looks surprised. |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| Strand nods pensively. |
| Sirithil turns and returns to her seat. |
| Inky claps excitedly for Sirithil. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you, Sirithil. |
| Elaran applauds at Sirithil. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Sirithil. |
| Tiandren claps excitedly. |
| Inky cheers! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Dahla applauds quietly. |
| Nanfloodle claps excitedly for Sirithil. |
| Arrish smiles to Sirithil. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Sirithil. |
| Aelaren curtsies. |
| Aelaren waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Spiderheart hugs Aelaren. |
| Aelaren hugs Spiderheart. |
| [Ingarath] says: And, who is next? We've had so many volunteers this evening. |
| Meris nods to Sirithi |
| Strand claps, expression moody. |
| [Spiderheart] says: [Darnassian] Andu shar fulo |
| [Nim] says: Hi guys! |
| Aragoth frowns. |
| [Aelaren] says: you too |
| [Spiderheart] says: I'll go next. |
| [Dahla] says: I've always a story, but I think there was someone... ah. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Flit turns, "Hi, Nim!" |
| [Meris] says: Dahla gets a break this week. |
| [Spiderheart] says: I have two things here that are not tales. |
| [Dahla] says: Oh. |
| Elaran peers at Spiderheart searchingly. |
| [Tiandren] says: Hmm. |
| Arrish smiles to Dahla, then settles her weight back to listen to Spiderheart. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Hello... Nim.. |
| [Spiderheart] says: As you may know, elves commit poetry. Often. |
| [Nim] says: How are y'guys? Enjoyin' the stories? |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Nim, than Nan. Nim, Nan... |
| Elaran snickers at Spiderheart. |
| Flit realizes that she is completely surrounded. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: And while our langauge hasn't changed nearly as rapidly as human and other tongues, it changes often enough that the old stories aren't easily read without help. |
| [Flit] says: Yes! You missed the mouse story, I think. |
| [Nim] says: Oh... |
| Nim looks disappointed. |
| Elaran glares angrily at Tiandren. |
| [Strand] says: Sorry, Nim. |
| Sirithil whispers to An. |
| Spiderheart fishes out some notes. |
| Fubuki lies down. |
| [Spiderheart] says: In happier days, before my parents started killing each other and us, they did a lot of translations for the archive at Darnassus. |
| Fizzlepocket glares at Nim |
| Flit pets the mechanical squirrel that has crawled into her lap |
| [Spiderheart] says: I had occasio to go there jsut the other day, and came acorss these, and thought I'd share. |
| [Tiandren] says: [????] Gniyonna raob. |
| Nim seems pretty impressed that Tiandren could speak backwards like that. |
| Tiandren smiles. |
| Spiderheart peers. |
| Strand listens to Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: I seem to have spilled ale on one. I'll start with the other. |
| [Tiandren] says: Alright |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Elaran smiles at Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: I'll give you a brief taste of how it sounds in Darnassian - modern Darnassian, at least - and then switch back to Common. |
| An smiles at Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: This one is by Koribunes, who was a warrior in Eldre'Thalas at its height. He wrote a poem after the first time he triumphed against a new sort of foe, about whatever he was thinking about at the moment. |
| [Spiderheart] says: This one's subject will be obvious. |
| [Spiderheart] says: [Darnassian] Thori'dal aman'ni thera aman fandu dor rini alah shar o ethala thoribas al dor falla O diel osa thus dur dorini ishnu adore Ash osa fal ri ri dorini dor balah nor dor il'amare lo dor thera |
| [Spiderheart] says: Something jeweled slips away, round the next bend with a splash, laughing at the hands I hold out, only air within their grasp / All you can do is praise the razor for the fineness of the slash |
| [Spiderheart] says: Till the rose above the sky opens, and the light behind the sun takes all. |
| Nim fiddles with the grass and picks up a small stick. |
| Ingarath listens intently to Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Gutless arrogance and rage burn apart the best of tries / You carry the weight of inherited sorrow, from your first day till you die, Toward that hilltop where the road, Forever becomes one with the sky |
| [Spiderheart] says: And the rose above the sky opens, and the light behind the sun takes all. |
| Silanthos bows before Ingarath. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Smell of lightning on the midnight wind, got me thinking of the sea, and the mercies of the current that brought, me to you and you to me., and in the silence at the heart of things, where all true meetings come to be |
| Arrish blinks at Spiderheart. |
| Tiandren puts his sleeping macaw in it's cage. |
| [Spiderheart] says: I see the rose above the sky open, and the light behind the sun take all. |
| Elaran listens intently to Spiderheart. |
| Spiderheart puts away that paper, and shakes out the other. |
| Nim thrusts the stick between the plates of Fizzle's armor, hard. |
| Shaun blinks. |
| Nanfloodle giggles at Nim. |
| Ingarath motions for the gnomes to be silent. |
| An stares at Spiderheart, with a little dreamy expression. |
| Fizzlepocket curses and glares at Nim, not daring to lift his arm. |
| Nanfloodle throws pebbles at Fizzle's helmet. |
| Flit sighs |
| [Spiderheart] says: Here we go. |
| Niane pats Nim on the head |
| [Niane] says: Hiya |
| [Spiderheart] says: This one doesn't have an author, though my parents made some guesses that they hoped to research someday. |
| Flit looks up at Niane |
| [Spiderheart] says: News from the east country - the Plant God's here again |
| Nim smiles and gives Niane a wave before focusing on the story. |
| [Spiderheart] says: In the celebrating palace, plum trees bloom for spring |
| [Spiderheart] says: Scented sandalwood is burnt to light up the great hall |
| [Spiderheart] says: Heaven drops and jade nectar would do for a happy drink |
| [Spiderheart] says: See the dew dish from far away, it looks like the moon |
| [Spiderheart] says: Crocodile skin drums startle, could be distant thunder |
| [Katula] yells: whos bellygrub? |
| [Spiderheart] says: here's the shattering beauty, lady of the Highborne Court |
| [Spiderheart] says: Stepping on golden lillies - the only way she would walk |
| [Spiderheart] says: And that's all there is of that one. |
| Spiderheart folds up her paper. |
| An claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Elaran applauds at Spiderheart. Bravo! |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Tiandren claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Shaun applauds at Spiderheart. Bravo! |
| Fizzlepocket claps excitedly for Mylinda. |
| Trinn claps excitedly. |
| Nanfloodle claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Ingarath smiles. "Thank you very much. That was wonderful." |
| An claps excitedly for Spiderheart. |
| Niane applauds. Bravo! |
| Strand claps pleasedly. |
| Meris smiles to Spiderheart. "very nice..." |
| Ingarath looks around. "Dahla? A shaggy dog for us perhaps?" |
| Dahla looks innocent. "How do you know it's not another teaching story?" |
| Fizzlepocket plucks the squirrel's tail, and throws it into the bushes... |
| [Tiandren] says: Anybody else? |
| Nanfloodle cries on Fizzlepocket's shoulder. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Squeaky! |
| Ingarath looks at Tiandren. |
| [Ingarath] says: Excuse me, sir. When did you become the host of this event? |
| [Tiandren] says: Sorry |
| [Dahla] says: Now, I've told a few stories of my friend, the priest... and this is another. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| Strand perks up. |
| Arrish smiles, listening to Dahla. |
| Aragoth quickly shoots a glare at Spiderheart. |
| Ingarath listens intently to Dahla. |
| Flit listens intently, hoping for something about squirrels this time |
| Aragoth looks back at the speaker. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| Niane listens intently to Dahla. |
| [Tiandren] says: Good night every one. |
| Dahla smiles as she looks around the circle. "Now, he's had many travels, and it's taken him many places. At one point, he wound up in the dusty heat of the badlands." |
| Nim watches Dahla and listens intently, the adverb of the moment. |
| Tiandren waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Nanfloodle listens carefully, hoping for a mechanical monologue... |
| [Dahla] says: And while he was out there, he happened upon the oddest sight. You see, there was a lever. Sitting in the middle of the sand, out alone in the blistering heat. |
| [Flit] says: Oooh. Levers are good. |
| [Dahla] says: And beside the lever sat a small, red snake. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: HAH! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Sorry... |
| Sirithil discreetly sits down next to Rheyann. |
| Dahla nods to Flit with a smile. "Levers are often good, but... he wondered, what was one doing in the middle of the desert? So he approached, curious." |
| Rheyann lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Rheyann shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Dahla] says: And all of a sudden, the snake reared back as if to strike. "Stop!" Shouted the snake. "Don't come near the lever!" |
| [Niane] says: .... |
| Fubuki covers his ears. |
| Mylinda gently pats Fubuki. |
| Aragoth looks over at the odd cat. |
| [Dahla] says: Well. He crouched down some distance away, not coming any closer. And my friend, the priest, he looked down at the snake with surprise. "Why is this lever out here? And why can't I go near it?" |
| Rheyann shakes her head. |
| [Dahla] says: "Well," the snake told him, "This is the lever that could destroy the world. It was placed her a long, long, long time ago. I'm Nate, the Snake, and my job is to protect this lever." |
| Garond looks back to Rheyann and smiles. |
| Flit 's eyes go wide |
| Aragoth raises an eyebrow. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... That's a rather stupid place to put a lever. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, my friend thought this sounded fairly odd, but he'd seen odder things in his life. So he nodded, and assured Nate the Snake that he wouldn't be going anywhere near the lever -- especially if it could destroy the world. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| [Aragoth] says: ...That's a rather stupid name for a snake. |
| Niane thinks to herslef Who would make a lever like that and then let a snake keep it safe... |
| Dahla shrugs at Fizzlepocket. "Have you ever seen the Badlands? There's a lot of weird stuff going on out there." |
| [Dahla] says: But! |
| [Dahla] says: Just then, a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. At it came closer. And closer. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Was it the Golden Ape? |
| Niane bonks Fizzlepocket on the noggin. Doh! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... It's been a while. |
| [Aragoth] says: No, it must have been the silver horse. |
| Flit looks baffled at Fizzle |
| [Dahla] says: And Nate the Snake reared back, hissing... as a trogg came thundering down upon them! |
| Nanfloodle plinks a copper coin off Fizzle's helmet. |
| Dahla winks at Fizzlepocket. "He didn't touch the Great Golden Ape. But! Nate the Snake DID strike at the Trogg before it could reach the lever... and it fell over." |
| [Dahla] says: Dead. |
| [Niane] says: ..... |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| [Niane] says: Ouch |
| [Aragoth] says: With a loud thump? |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, my friend, the priest, was most impressed by how venomous Nate apparently was. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guardian for the lever that could destroy the world, anyhow. |
| Dahla nods sagely towards Aragoth. "Troggs are pretty big." |
| Nanfloodle agrees with Dahla. |
| Strand glances right and smiles quietly. |
| Aragoth nods somberly. |
| [Niane] says: Waht is someone used a sick to pull it? |
| [Dahla] says: Well, my friend was about to congratulate Nate on a job well done protecting the world... |
| [Niane] says: What if* |
| [Dahla] says: When another dust cloud appeared on the horizon. |
| [Strand] says: Nobody but Mellor would think of using a stick. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs and mutters to himself.... "I'd have preferred it be that damn ape...." |
| [Aragoth] says: Was it the Golden Ape? |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| Ingarath grins at Strand. |
| Arrish nods. |
| Niane giggles at you. |
| Dahla grins at Strand. "Mellor is the cleverest mouse, after all." |
| [Dahla] says: Troggs, it seems, weren't so clever. |
| Strand grins back, generally. |
| Arrish smiles, leaning on one hand and looking up at Dahla. |
| Mylinda cuddles up against Fubuki. |
| [Dahla] says: And as the dust cloud approached, it revealed... a large buzzard! |
| [Flit] says: Uh oh. . . |
| [Dahla] says: My friend looked on with horror as it flew towards the lever... |
| Fubuki lays as still as possible. |
| [Dahla] says: But then Nate coiled himself tight and flung himself into the air, entangling himself in the buzzards wings, sending it crashing to the ground! |
| Dahla looks over to Aragoth. "With another loud thump." |
| Fizzlepocket cringes. |
| Aragoth nods. |
| [Flit] says: Oooh, a jumping snake! |
| [Dahla] says: At this point, my friend, the priest, was terribly impressed. He smiled and got up to leave, reassured that the world was, in fact, quite safe with a guardian like Nate. |
| [Dahla] says: But! |
| [Dahla] says: Even as he started to leave... another dust cloud appeared. |
| Aragoth whispers to Fizzlepocket "This time it must be the Golden Ape." |
| [Dahla] says: And this one... it got bigger. |
| [Dahla] says: And bigger. |
| [Dahla] says: And rumbled. |
| [Niane] says: How many things want to destory the world? |
| [Nim] says: This is a pretty popular area. They shoulda put the lever somewhere quieter. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, why appoint a guardian if there wasn't any point guarding the thing full-time? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That's what I said, Nim! |
| [Aragoth] says: Wait.. a buzzard wants to destroy the world? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Have you seen a buzzard? I'd be miserable too. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And if I wanted to die.... |
| [Aragoth] says: Well, what about troggs? |
| [Spiderheart] says: If you spent your life eating rotting carcasses, maybe you would too. |
| Flit nods to Aragoth, "All of them do." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I'd want to take everyone with me. |
| [Aragoth] says: Perhaps, but I do not. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, the dust cloud grew and grew... and finally revealed a huge boulder. Rolling directly towards the lever that could destroy the world. |
| [Nim] says: That's just bad luck... |
| [Arrish] says: It probably just wanted to pull the lever and see what would happen. |
| [Arrish] says: The buzzard, I mean. |
| [Spiderheart] says: It was dumb as a rock, after all. |
| [Aragoth] says: It's a boulder.. they arne't alive. |
| [Dahla] says: Nate was flummoxed. He'd taken down all manner of threats before, but... a boulder? Still. He knew he had to try, as his duty was to protect the lever that could destroy the world. |
| [Aragoth] says: ((aren't*)) |
| [Flit] says: Oh no. . . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That's a lot of weight to put on a snake's shoulders.... |
| [Niane] says: They really need a safer place |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Hmmmm. Do snakes even have shoulders? |
| Dahla shakes her head sadly. "So he did the only thing a little snake could do. He threw himself into the boulder's path, hoping to deflect it." |
| [Nim] says: No. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| Flit winces, "Literally, and they don't even HAVE shoulders." |
| [Niane] says: No they don't |
| [Dahla] says: ... and... it squished him flat. |
| [Aragoth] says: ..."Splat".. |
| Flit looks sad |
| Nanfloodle cries on Nim's shoulder. |
| Fubuki holds his breath. |
| Nim winces. |
| [Niane] says: Poor thing |
| [Arrish] says: Poor Nate. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The badlands is all sand! |
| Dahla bites her lip, looking down. "But... he did his duty, and did it well. The boulder was deflected." |
| [An] says: Ow, was the snake hurt by the weigth? |
| Flit watches Nim's death ray, clearly impressed. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ..... |
| [Dahla] says: So my friend, the priest, when he recounted this tale to me with such great sadness, on the loss of such a noble snake... |
| [Niane] says: But who will keep the lever safe now? |
| [Dahla] says: He shook his head, and smiled at me, and said... "Well. I guess history will just go to show, it was better Nate than lever." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You should see what a Goblin Dragon Gun can do to these guys.... 2 seconds a pound... |
| [Flit] says: . . . |
| Mylinda giggles at Dahla. |
| Nim bonks Fizzlepocket on the noggin. Doh! |
| [Nim] says: Stop interruptin'! |
| [Spiderheart] says: Who will help me pitch her into the lake? |
| Ingarath looks up in horror, his mouth falling open. |
| Nanfloodle laughs at Dahla. |
| Arrish stares at Dahla, and then starts laughing. |
| Strand mouths the words. |
| Dahla clears her throat, quite innocently, and finds her seat once more. |
| Flit 's jaw drops open |
| [Ingarath] says: You are the master, Dahla. Truly. |
| Dahla bows down graciously. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| An smiles at Dahla. |
| Fubuki coughs up hairballs. |
| Spiderheart claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Shaun smirks and lifts his hand to his face. |
| An claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Aragoth mutters "I know one Night Elf here I'd like pitched into the lake..." |
| Nanfloodle applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Flit claps, a little stunned |
| Shaun applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| [Strand] says: Couldn't possibly have just heard what I think I might just have heard, so I heard, I think, something other. |
| Aragoth applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Meris smirks. |
| Amed claps for Dahla |
| Nim seems confused for a moment, before suddenly getting it and clapping a little. |
| Trinn grins. |
| An giggles, "Nate than lever" |
| Niane claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Ingarath laughs at you. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Don't walk away! |
| Lydieen claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: My honor's at stake here. |
| Flit giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Arrish smiles sidelong at Dahla. |
| An giggles some more, "It's a nice story Miss" |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, Dahla...thank you again for sharing. |
| Fizzlepocket gets back to position, before Nanfoodle can even THINK about it... |
| Nanfloodle chuckles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Ingarath] says: Would anyone else like to share with us? A tale, some verse? |
| Meris fidgets, getting a little sore after sitting still for so long. |
| [Ingarath] says: Tall or otherwise? |
| Aragoth eyes An up and down. |
| Nanfloodle eyes Ingarath up and down. |
| [Meris] says: Perhaps not this late... |
| An smiles at Mylinda. |
| Mylinda hugs An. |
| An smiles at Fubuki. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: What are you inferring by your use of the word... tall? |
| An hugs Mylinda. |
| [Ingarath] says: ((Argh.)) |
| [Ingarath] says: If you're trying to bait me, sir, I'll have none of it. |
| [Aragoth] says: What are you inferring by asking what he is inferring by the use of the word... tall? |
| Ingarath rolls his eyes, and can't help but smile at this. |
| [Ingarath] says: Anyone else, truly? Or shall we close here? |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Perhaps a Gnomish tale is not good enough? |
| [Meris] says: Well... for those of you who stuck around this long, what was the best entertainment? |
| Fubuki points at Mechanical Squirrel. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: I do have a short riddle...... a philosophical question if you will |
| Aragoth stares Fubuki down. |
| Meris stares expectantly at Nanfloodle |
| Dahla grins over at Nanfloodle. "Gnomitude?" |
| Flit turns to look at Nanfloodle |
| Aragoth frowns, wondering why its eyes glow. |
| Nanfloodle giggles. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: May I? |
| [Ingarath] says: By all means. |
| Fubuki lies down. |
| Fizzlepocket looks |
| [Ingarath] says: We do not shirk from philosophy...or much of anything, in truth. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Yeah. Go do it. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Take the perverted squirrel with ya... |
| Nanfloodle clears his throat, "Ahem...." |
| Aragoth chuckles quietly. |
| Arrish gives Nanfloodle a curious look, and then resettles to listen. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: This question has been repeated many, many times over the workbenches of my people for generations... it is a simple question..... yet has more than one possible answer.... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: JEEZ! |
| Niane giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: OUCH! |
| Flit watches Fizzle catch fire, alarmed. |
| Sirithil sighs softly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: CRIMINY! |
| Aragoth chuckles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Nim laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Why is it.... that big rocks float.... and little rocks don't? |
| [Flit] says: Yikes! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Sweet.... sweet... GAH! |
| [Strand] says: ... big rocks float? |
| Fizzlepocket smothers the fire out on his tabard... |
| [Aragoth] says: I warned you of the dangers of those inventions, Fizzlepocket. |
| [Arrish] says: Since when do -- |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Yes, big rocks |
| Arrish looks at Strand. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ..... |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: We are standing on a big rock... no? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Where the hell is that pig? |
| [Strand] says: Wrong order, sister mine. Next time you go first. |
| [Flit] says: . . . Sort of. . . . |
| [Ingarath] says: What are floating in, then? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That ass... |
| Aragoth frowns at the odd cat, then over at Spiderheart, and back to the cat, with an odd expression on his face. |
| Fizzlepocket grumbles about the pig under his breath... |
| Nim considers Nanfloodle's riddle for some time. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Indeed, why does Kalimdor... a big rock... float... .yet say... a pebble... does not? |
| Mylinda gently pats Fubuki. |
| Flit rummages in her bag for a moment and hands something to Fizzle |
| [Strand] says: Dahla. |
| Fubuki cuddles up against Mylinda. |
| [Strand] says: Like this. |
| [Aragoth] says: Because.. |
| Arrish knocks a fist on the ground. "After a manner of speaking, I suppose. How do we know it's floating?" |
| Mylinda smiles at Fubuki. |
| [Meris] says: Are you sure it's floating? |
| Fubuki lies down before Mylinda. |
| Strand shakes his head sadly. |
| [Aragoth] says: Kalimdor is not floating. |
| Flit whispers, "Maybe you should keep these on hand." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Ah! Thank you Flit! This will be sure to relieve the first degree burns on my arms and thighs! |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| Flit winces |
| Fizzlepocket deliberately makes a big deal of this to spite Nim.. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: How do you know Kalimdor is not floating? Have you journied beneath it? |
| [Spiderheart] says: A litte rock is more easily persuaded to become one with the sea. A big rock has more rock-identity. |
| Ingarath rolls his eyes at Fizzlepocket. "I thought you were some kind of /warrior/." |
| Meris looks tiredly around the remaining crowd. |
| Ingarath laughs softly at Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: At least, that's whata very early Kaldorei sage said. |
| Aragoth snorts at the Night ELve's ignorance. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Ingarath, just because I'm a warrior, it doesn't mean I enjoy being stabbed, frozen, and set on fire. |
| [Spiderheart] says: He meant well, I think. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hell, by now, I'd think you'd be used to it. |
| [Dahla] says: I thought that defined a warrior...? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You'd think that. |
| Ingarath laughs at Dahla. |
| [Arrish] says: What I'd like to know is, how does the tram run look so straight, yet run under the sea? |
| Nanfloodle taps his foot as he waits for Fizzlepocket. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Ahem |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Hmm? Oh. Sorry. |
| Sirithil sighs again. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I'll go die and bemoan my fate more quietly next time. |
| Fizzlepocket hushes up. |
| [Ingarath] says: That's a good chap. |
| [Spiderheart] says: I just wonder what it is that you cut when you hamstring a slime, or a whirlwind. No amount of rock-identity helps figure that one out. |
| Ingarath grins at Fizzlepocket. |
| Strand smiles, suddenly radiant. "The tram is special." |
| Flit brightens at the mention of the tram |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Perhaps I could shed some wisdom upon this Riddle that appears so perplexing |
| Flit looks expectantly at Nanfloodle |
| Aragoth sends a small pebble skittering across the ground in front of Spiderheart. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: We all know that the great Gnomish race are the forebearers of technology.... we did afterall construct the great underwater tram..... |
| Arrish nods to Nanfloodle, looking expectant. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Amongst our greater inventions... Could it not be possible that a High Tinkerer of generations past created a device with which to make a big rock buoyant? |
| [Niane] says: Maybe |
| Flit frowns thoughtfully |
| Sirithil smiles a bit at Rhey. |
| Rheyann salutes Sirithil with respect. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: The technicalities are simple enough..... perhaps a rather large balloon device holds Kalimdor afloat? |
| [Flit] says: Where is it, then? |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Underwater of course |
| [Flit] says: . . . the balloon is UNDER the rock? |
| [Arrish] says: You mean, a large, invisible, balloon? Or... oh. Like a swim bladder? |
| [Nanfloodle] says: The construction of the tram proves that gnomes are capable enough of constructing underwater |
| [Sirithil] says: Did you perhaps consider the possibility that the continents don't float but are rather supported from below by more rock? The sea has a bottom, you know. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: A swim bladder |
| Marach listens to the gnome with marked interest |
| [Nanfloodle] says: How do you know the sea has a bottom? |
| [Spiderheart] says: Possibly the rock holds up the sea so that it doesn't drain out. |
| Aragoth tosses another small pebble near the odd cat. |
| [Sirithil] says: What Spider said. |
| [Arrish] says: Well, I've /swum/ to the bottom. Not of the whole sea, but I haven't seen any holes. |
| [Flit] says: Sure. . . .but in the big cosmic game of balloon, rock, scissors. . . . rock beats balloon. |
| [Spiderheart] says: A more sea-priviliging cosmology would give more prestige to the naga than I care to. |
| Aragoth looks over to see what it does. |
| [Sirithil] says: That too. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: If the rock was holding up the sea... why are we above it? |
| Arrish looks to Flit, curious. "Scissors too, I'd expect?" |
| [Sirithil] says: Because there's more rock than sea, obviously. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Big rock. It's lots of places. |
| Flit nods, yeah. Everything beats balloon. Don't play balloon. |
| [Sirithil] says: The sea is like a really, really big salty lake. |
| [Sirithil] says: And the continents are islands therein. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Ahhh, but that cannot be proved..... nobody has seen the bottom of the ocean... I do not mean the shallows... I mean the deep deep ocean |
| [Nanfloodle] says: But |
| [Spiderheart] says: [Darnassian] Alah o nei dieb dor osa O ishnu alah o balah dieb dor bandu O rini shano ri no thus shar bandu alah osa |
| Aragoth sends another small pebble near the cat, but accidently having it bounce off of it instead. |
| [Sirithil] says: Then why not build a craft that can go down there, and see for yourself? |
| [Spiderheart] says: Er. "Once a man, like the sea I raged, once a woman, like the earth I gave, there is in fact more earth than sea." Another of the Eldre'Thalas poets. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: In any case, I take up much of your time... I leave you with that question.... and it's many many answers |
| Nanfloodle bows down graciously. |
| Spiderheart smiles at Nanfloodle. |
| Flit applauds at Nanfloodle. Bravo! |
| [Garond] says: Oh there are those that have seen the ocean depths. |
| Niane claps excitedly for Nanfloodle. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Flit mutters darkly, "Fishes. . . ." |
| [Garond] says: They are far from friendly however. |
| [Garond] says: Well... |
| [Garond] says: There is one.... |
| [Niane] says: Naga? |
| Lydieen listens to the tale, when suddenly he seems to just look down for a moment, mumbling to himself. |
| [Garond] says: Naga Mainly. Although there are other, older creatures that have seen it as well. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Snake-y creatures of the sea, Niane, with a long and tangled history. |
| [Niane] says: Pfft I know well of it |
| [Garond] says: There is one Nightelf who has seen the botem of the sea. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Ah, sorry. |
| [Garond] says: You can probly guess who he is. |
| [Niane] says: Aye |
| [Niane] says: The once great demon hunter |
| Sirithil spits at the mention. |
| Ingarath yawns suddenly. |
| Garond nods proud that someone else knows a bit about history. |
| Lydieen smiles to himself and mumbles something to himself. |
| [Flit] says: But he wouldn't have seen it, would he? |
| [Flit] says: Aren't demon hunters blind? |
| [Garond] says: He has seen it through the eyes of his pressios naga. |
| [Garond] says: Oh no. |
| Meris looks over her shoulder to Havyn. |
| [Garond] says: Well |
| [Strand] says: Is that people who hunt demons, or demons who hunt? |
| [Garond] says: They are "Blind" In the traditional sense. |
| Sirithil leans over to Spider. |
| Havyn sits quietly looking over everyone. |
| [Garond] says: But in many ways they see more than you or I. |
| Lydieen stands and looks over the crowd, his eyes fall on Strand, Arrish, and Trinn; he frowns a little and shakes his head. |
| [Niane] says: It is part of becoming one |
| Lydieen still seems to be in some half trance. |
| Spiderheart stands and stretches. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Ladies, gentlemen, this has been great. |
| [Spiderheart] says: But alas, I am tired. |
| An smiles at Spiderheart. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Same time next week, I hope. |
| [An] says: And your poems wonderfull. |
| [Sirithil] says: And I've got... business to attend to, so I'll be leaving as well. |
| [Spiderheart] says: Not _my_ poems, ubut thanks, An. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Garond nods. |
| [Niane] says: Demon HUnter are a group of Night Elves that Hunt demons |
| Lydieen sighs. |
| Sirithil waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Spiderheart] says: I'll hope to have more elvish tidbits to share in weeks to come. |
| An waves at Spiderheart. |
| An waves at Sirithil. |
| Havyn mutters under her breath. |
| Spiderheart waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Flit waves at Sirithil. |
| [Garond] says: Demon hunters are the Night elves who used hunting demons as an excuse to persue their craving for magic. |
| [Niane] says: Or so you say Sir |
| Arrish stretches her shoulders. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, this has been a good evening, hasn't it? |
| [Sirithil] says: Enjoy the rest of your evening and your stay in Lakeshire, everyone. |
| [Meris] says: I'm going for a change of scenery. Until next week, or wherever we may run into one another... |
| Niane waves. |
| [Garond] says: Thank you mam. |
| Arrish smiles over to Ingarath. "Well hosted, sir." |
| Flit waves. |
| Garond waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Strand] says: Mmm, excellent storytelling. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Bah! |
| Trinn nods, sitting back on her heels. |
| Havyn watches Meris stand |
| Sirithil stalks off, a little angry about... something. |
| Ingarath waves at Meris. |
| [Arrish] says: And good evening to you, Meris. Journey safely. |
| Ingarath smiles at Arrish. |
| [Trinn] says: Ingarath. I would...talk more. About your poem. |
| [Meris] says: Thank you again, Ingarath. Far better turnout than last week! |
| Trinn looks over at Ingarath, sidelong. |
| Strand glances at Trinn. |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| [Ingarath] says: Of course. |
| Trinn nods. |
| [Trinn] says: Docks, then. You know the place. |
| [Meris] says: Strand... ? I did promise a reward for a good tale tonight... |
| Strand reaches over, touches Trinn's arm, gentle. |
| Arrish gives Trinn a curious look. |
| Havyn frowns to herself and stands...clearly she has missed everything. |
| [Meris] says: And you've shared several over previous weeks, so you sort of have it coming. |
| Trinn looks to the others. "All are welcome, truly. If Ingarath allows." |
| [Ingarath] says: You've got it coming, Strand. |
| Havyn shrugs slightly. |
| [Ingarath] says: Watch out. |
| Garond watches trinn Very closely, turnign to do the same to Meris. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Meris looks appraisingly at Strand. |
| Strand laughs, soft. "Well, I won't say no." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Plant a big one right on 'is lips! |
| Flit giggles. |
| Niane bonks Fizzlepocket on the noggin. Doh! |
| Trinn grins at the others. "Oh, it's a dock and philosophy. Come along." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: 'Ey! |
| [Strand] says: Truly, though, you ought to give it to my father. They are his stories. Still, I could pass it along. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That hurts.. |
| [Meris] says: Oh, I had decided a bit ago to hand out some financial rewards for ... well... artistic credibility? |
| Lydieen chuckles. |
| [Niane] says: Hurt me more |
| Niane smiles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow, and stares at Meris. "Hmm." |
| [Meris] says: Matters not where the money goes, dear. |
| Trinn pokes Ingarath. "Flame-haired?" |
| Arrish giggles. "I always thought that Mellor was rather incredible." |
| Ingarath coughs politely. "I don't know what you mean." |
| Dahla looks over to Ingarath and Trinn with a faint smile. |
| Fizzlepocket raises his eyebrow at Niane... "Sure...." |
| Garond 's eyes narrow. |
| [Meris] says: Don't spend it all in one place. |
| Meris winks slyly at Strand. |
| Strand smiles, pleased despite himself. "Thank you. I won't. Shirt patterns, most likely." |
| [Niane] says: pfft that helmet is hard |
| [Arrish] says: Oh, not passing it along to Father? |
| [Ingarath] says: Congratulations, Strand. |
| [Meris] says: Clothing? Hmph. Ah well. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Oh! |
| Arrish smiles to Strand. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Geez. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I was horribly... horribly confused there. |
| Lydieen smiles at you. |
| Meris shrugs absently, feeling very out of place and confused. |
| [Strand] says: You should see him in a swashbuckler shirt. |
| [Ingarath] says: Strand...do me a favor. |
| [Veras] says: Seems I made it in time only for the after party |
| [Ingarath] says: Buy some grog with that, yeah? |
| Arrish looks amused. |
| Veras flicks blood off his sleeve |
| Meris glances at Veras. "Well... I see how it is now!" |
| [Strand] says: Oh, I could manage that. |
| Ingarath grins at you wickedly. |
| [Trinn] says: Buy grog, if you like. I'll be on the docks. |
| Arrish turns to Veras and waves, then notices Marach and waves to him, too. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hey! Veras! |
| Trinn waves to her friends and heads off. |
| Veras waves at Ingarath. |
| Ingarath waves at Veras. |
| Lydieen turns to Arrish and smiles. |
| [Ingarath] says: It's been a while, hasn't it? |
| [Strand] says: Worse places. |
| Veras thinks |
| Dahla raises her brows as she spots Veras. "Hmm. Yours?" |
| [Ingarath] says: You know, a week or so. |
| [Veras] says: Hmmm, I guess so. |
| Arrish looks to her side and smiles back. "Good evening to you, Lydieen." |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Niane] says: Veras! |
| Veras nods to Ingarath |
| Niane smiles at Veras. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, if you'll all excuse me. |
| Lydieen hears Veras' voice and frowns to himself. |
| [Veras] says: Not mine, some Draenai |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for coming, as always...and I enjoyed listening to all of you. |
| [Veras] says: Their blood is quite viscus... |
| Ingarath bows down graciously. |
| Veras frowns a bit as he prods at his sleeve |
| Dahla shivers. "I saw one for the first time, a few days ago." |
| Ingarath somehow manages to not pay attention to Veras, and simply walks away. |
| [Meris] says: You did manage to miss *everything* rather conveniently. |
| [Niane] says: Pfft better late then never Veras |
| Veras shrugs at Meris. Who knows? |
| [Veras] says: I swear it was chance. |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Lydieen] says: Hello Arrish |
| Arrish glances over at Dahla and says, softly, "Better Nate than lever." |
| [Meris] says: Well, I'm covered with bits of red dirt, and headed back to mroe civilized regions. |
| Fizzlepocket notices Mharty, and waves at her a little. "'ey Red." |
| Dahla can't help but chuckle at Arrish. |
| [Mharty] says: Hiya Silver. |
| Lydieen reconises Strand and Shaun, but not Dahla as he nods to them. |
| Veras sneezes |
| Meris looks over briefly to Mharty, eyeing her carefully. |
| Shaun nods in return. |
| Strand grins at Arrish, and nods a warm hello to Lydieen. |
| [Arrish] says: How are you tonight, Lydieen? |
| Arrish steps away from the boar. |
| Shaun waves at Great Goretusk. |
| [Strand] says: I think I'm going to go see about that philosophy. |
| Veras sniffs and rubs his nose |
| Veras 's ears perk up |
| Nanfloodle massages Flit's shoulders. |
| [Arrish] says: Mmm, is it thunderbrew philosophy? |
| [Lydieen] says: I am well, spent most of the day resting and working in my shop. |
| [Veras] says: Eh? |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. Well, I have some. |
| [Arrish] says: Shop? |
| Garond stands up, a dangerous look in his eye. |
| [Strand] says: Is this town dry? I can't remember. |
| An smiles at Mylinda and Fubuki |
| Meris shakes cobwebs out of her head. |
| [Niane] says: It is |
| Strand says, to Veras, "There was a poem about paladins." |
| [Veras] says: Amed, one second. |
| Amed looks to Veras "Hm?" |
| [Shaun] says: Aye. It is. |
| [Veras] says: Strand if you want liqour, I am sure Amed can hand some out |
| Veras smiles at you. |
| Strand grins. |
| Marach glances around him, examining the people in the crowd |
| [Amed] says: Oh, I've got a *bit* of stock on me, at least |
| [Strand] says: Well, it's optional. |
| Veras shrugs |
| [Veras] says: Just came to poke around. |
| Arrish greets Marach warmly. |
| [Veras] says: Glad to see this thing still occurs. |
| [Amed] says: It's a bit far from the Chalice, so I don't have my main stock, but a bit of this and that. |
| You wave at Marach. |
| Shaun waves at Marach. |
| [Strand] says: Any grog? |
| [Dahla] says: Do you have that chili? |
| Niane smiles at Veras. |
| [Amed] says: The.. chili? Still experimenting to get that one right. |
| Marach smiles at Arrish |
| Arrish says to the others around her, excuse me a moment? |
| Strand nods to Arrish. |
| [Amed] says: And some Dwarven stout and pinot Noir on hand |
| Shaun nods at Arrish. |
| [Veras] says: And Strand, you thought more about making those chat official? |
| [Veras] says: Or timed? |
| Arrish murmurs to Marach. |
| Marach keeps roving his eyes back and forth |
| [Strand] says: Oh, mmm. I'm thinking Tuesdays, every other. Not next week but the week after. |
| [Strand] says: I need a debate topic for the first night. Any ideas? |
| [Mylinda] says: Do you know alot of these people, An? |
| Veras thinks |
| Marach tenses slightly |
| [Flit] says: I have to get going. I'm assigned an early patrol tomorrow. |
| [Flit] says: Later! |
| Fizzlepocket replies a muffled response. |
| Flit waves. |
| Nim greets Flit with a hearty hello! |
| [Nim] says: See y'later Flit! |
| Fizzlepocket waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Niane] says: target Nim |
| Nanfloodle waves goodbye to Flit. Farewell! |
| Niane ponders Nim's actions. |
| [Niane] says: ((Pfft don't mind that__ |
| [An] says: Well, a fews of them. *points at Fizzle, Nim. then at Strand and Shaun* |
| [Niane] says: )) |
| Fizzlepocket mumbles and rants some more.. |
| Mharty sits with a groan, holding her back. |
| [Flit] says: Um . . . I dunno what you just said. . . . |
| [Veras] says: Too many topics come to mind. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... It's probably better that way. |
| [An] says: More of my friends where there earlier but they left already. |
| [Strand] says: And I'd take dwarven stout; that'd be lovely. |
| [Nim] says: So... 'm gonna launch some fireworks! |
| Flit smiles |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: So! |
| Nanfloodle cheers at Nim! |
| [Veras] says: You should probably find someone less interested in debate for the topic itself. |
| Amed nods at you. |
| An claps excitedly for Nim. |
| [Niane] says: Veras covers your ears |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| Flit applauds. Bravo! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Hmm? What? |
| [Amed] says: On the house, for the nice story on that mouse. I'll get years of use out of that one. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... |
| Nanfloodle claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Nim bows down graciously. |
| [Nim] says: Thank you, everyone! Thank you! |
| Arrish looks over at the fireworks, and claps. |
| [Flit] says: Night, Fizzle! |
| Strand grins at Veras. "Mmm, fair point. I have to go catch up with Trinn and Ingarath, but we have a week or so to put it together." |
| [Arrish] says: Thank you, Nim. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Night. |
| Dahla rubs the back of her neck with a faint smile. "I think that sounds good..." |
| [Strand] says: And thank you, sir. It's a pleasure to tell them. |
| [Pikka] says: have any of thee seen the pig they call bellygrub? |
| Shaun grins at Nim. |
| Amed smiles a bit at Strand |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Alright, Nim, let's do this. |
| [Nim] says: Do what? |
| Fizzlepocket turns to Nanfoodle, and pulls out his axe. |
| Nanfloodle meeps! |
| Dahla looks over to Veras, frowning slightly. "You're whole, then?" |
| Nanfloodle hides behind Strand. |
| Strand steps aside. |
| [Veras] says: Eh? Whole? |
| [Nanfloodle] says: Nooo! |
| Lydieen seems to almost Dahla, as if he never met her, watches her with the eyes of a stranger. |
| [Strand] says: Mmmph. |
| [Nanfloodle] says: aiee! |
| An whispers to Mylinda. |
| [Veras] says: People keep asking that, makes little sense to *me*, but I guess so. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Stop running! |
| Veras runs a hand through his hair |
| Nim watches, amused. |
| Dahla gestures to her sleeve, then back to Veras. "I meant physically. No extra meanings." |
| [Strand] says: Not tonight for me on that subject; I've had too much to drink and it's too important to fuzz up. |
| [Dahla] says: Lacking in lacerations. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You can help, Nim. |
| [Veras] says: Ah, yes, tip top shape |
| Strand adds to Dahla and Veras, "But walk as safely as you can, you know?" |
| Strand turns and makes his way around the lake. |
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