| Nim greets you with a hearty hello! |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Nim! Hallo, Mharty! |
| [Mharty] says: Hiya. |
| [Vereta] says: Meow |
| [Mharty] says: I'm early for a change. |
| [Mharty] says: Have you met my sister? |
| [Nim] says: I have, a while ago! |
| Strand looks around. "I feel as though I'm on time. No, I haven't." |
| [Mharty] says: I meant Strand. |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Nim. |
| Mharty points at the lady on the log. |
| [Nim] says: Yup! I've met Strand! |
| Nim nods. |
| [Mharty] says: THat's Rheyann, perched up there. |
| [Vereta] says: Meow |
| Strand waves up cheerfully. "Hallo, Rheyann." |
| Rheyann nods at you. |
| [Mharty] says: And this is...erm...a druid. |
| Mharty nods. |
| Mharty pets the giant cat. |
| [Mharty] says: Ah! Vereta! |
| [Nim] says: Is that the one from last week? |
| [Vereta] says: Meow.. |
| Nim looks at the cat oddly. |
| [Mharty] says: I was away last week. |
| Vereta nods at Nim. |
| [Strand] says: Vereta, mmm. I always wonder. |
| Vereta nods at you. |
| [Mharty] says: Male. |
| Mharty giggles at you. |
| Strand blinks, then blushes. |
| [Strand] says: Not that. Um. |
| [Nim] says: Well, it does sound like a girls name... |
| [Mharty] says: Well...it's what I always wonder. |
| [Vereta] says: ... |
| [Vereta] says: ((that hurts)) |
| Vereta lies down. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Vereta. |
| [Strand] says: Ingarath dropped me a note; he's not going to make it tonight. |
| [Mharty] says: ((Okay that's just odd)) |
| Mharty eyes Great Goretusk up and down. |
| [Nim] says: ((?)) |
| [Mharty] says: ((The floating dead boar)) |
| Nim greets Flit with a hearty hello! |
| [Flit] says: Hi! |
| Rheyann salutes Flit with respect. |
| [Nim] says: Hi Flit! |
| [Strand] says: So I suppose... hallo, Flit! |
| Mharty waves at Flit. |
| Flit waves at you. |
| [Vereta] says: Meow |
| [Flit] says: Howdy! |
| Flit waves at Mharty. |
| Flit salutes Hawk Owl with respect. |
| Flit giggles at Rheyann. |
| Mharty waves at Shaun. |
| Nim waves at Shaun. |
| Shaun waves. |
| [Nim] says: Hi Shaun! |
| [Strand] says: Hallo again, Shaun. |
| [Shaun] says: Ello there! |
| [Mharty] says: Ah ha! |
| [Nim] says: Nobody normally comes from that direction... |
| [Nim] says: Thats the wet direction. |
| [Mharty] says: So that's Shaun! |
| Shaun smirks. |
| [Shaun] says: Aye, that's me. |
| [Strand] says: It's only fair. Shaun's a master walker. Hallo, Cogitatus. |
| [Vereta] says: Meow |
| Cogitatus bows before you. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Strand. :) |
| [Nim] says: Master walker? |
| [Nim] says: Y'get that title from yer thing? |
| Nim looks at Shaun oddly. |
| [Strand] says: Something like that. I don't know. He leads the walks, you know? |
| [Shaun] says: I like tah walk by thah water, it's also easier tah dodge thah graveyard. |
| Shaun smirks. |
| [Flit] says: Do they have apprentice walkers, too? |
| [Shaun] says: Aye, well. I'll take thah title, an' only if yer interested, Flit. |
| Shaun grins. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Rheyann] says: Mharty is an Apprentice, you'll notice her bumping into walls often. |
| Nim quietly snickers to himself. |
| Mharty glares at Rhey. |
| Mharty giggles. |
| Flit giggles. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Mharty. |
| Cogitatus checks what meat he has and his cookbook. |
| [Shaun] says: Thah next one is a bit farther away, but I think it'll be worth it. |
| [Nim] says: Wheres the next one goin'? |
| [Flit] says: Some day, maybe, Mharty, with a lot of practice, you can be an artisan walker. |
| [Shaun] says: Azshara. |
| Mharty groans. |
| [Nim] says: Why Azshara? |
| [Strand] says: We almost have enough people to be a circle. |
| Flit waves at Aredis. |
| [Shaun] says: We start in Astranaar, tomorrow at eight. |
| [Mharty] says: I'll just sit here and spoil the cat, I am an artisan cat petter. |
| Mharty scratches his ears some more. |
| [Nim] says: Oh. Wow, thats a far way. Through a lotta demons. |
| [Vereta] says: meow |
| [Nim] says: and prolly orcs. |
| Flit smiles at Mharty. |
| [Shaun] says: Actually, I've got thah path worked out, it should be perfectly safe. |
| [Shaun] says: An' if not... |
| [Nim] says: Oh. Alright then! |
| [Vereta] says: ((feel free to cuddle with me ladies... i'm cuddly soft.)) |
| Shaun pats his sword. |
| Strand contemplates the not circle. |
| [Nim] says: ((Smooth.)) |
| Meris walks up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'll be right back. |
| You wave at Meris. |
| [Nerian] says: ((omfg guys stay away from him hes insane)) |
| Flit waves at Meris. |
| Mharty waves at Meris. |
| [Nim] says: I dun think anyone knows where t'circle at. We need a fire! |
| [Strand] says: Ah, that's circle-like. Meris, hallo; Ingarath dropped me a note. |
| [Vereta] says: ((I'm just a cute cuddewy cawt!)) |
| [Meris] says: No can do. Any firestarters in this circle? |
| [Strand] says: Not a fire. |
| [Flit] says: That does not count as a fire. |
| [Nim] says: It was neat lookin' though. |
| Nim grins. |
| Meris looks over to Strand. 'Is Iingarath indisposed?" |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, but it went out. |
| [Rheyann] says: I happen to think it perfectly illustrates a circle to be formed. |
| [Mharty] says: Aye, but I don't have wood. |
| [Nerian] says: I'll get supplies |
| Flit grins wickedly at Rheyann. |
| [Strand] says: He is, aye. Asked me to fill in anything you needed. |
| Nim cheers! |
| Trinn waves around the circle. |
| Flit cheers! |
| Strand looks over, and smiles brilliantly. "Trinn." |
| Trinn grins. "Evening." |
| Vereta mothions Mharty to come closer to the fire. |
| Meris frowns a bit, as if disappoiinted at Ingarath. |
| Vereta lies down before Mharty. |
| [Conol] says: Best placement yet |
| Vereta lies down before Mharty. |
| Flit applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Nim waves at Tári. |
| [Conol] says: What about Ingar ? |
| Strand says, a little dryly, "Even the best catch flu. Oh, he's indisposed." |
| Nim grins. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Nim. |
| [Vereta] says: ((FOOD!)) |
| [Conol] says: Sorry to hear that, but we'll just have to press on |
| [Trinn] says: Are we all standing for a reason? |
| Trinn looks around, then sits. |
| Mharty wrinkles her nose. |
| [Shaun] says: Not a bad idea. |
| Strand says cheerfully, "Raised to let women sit first?" |
| Nim looks at the cat oddly before walking away. |
| [Conol] says: Yes, take a seat all |
| [Tári] says: Well...don't mind if I do.. |
| [Nim] says: So, how are y'Flit? How was Desolace? |
| [Flit] says: I'm okay. Desolace was very, very brown. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, I haven't had time to prepare a lot for this evenings meal, but this is what I have. :) |
| [Nim] says: Meet any interestin' Centaur? |
| Strand says promptly, "No omelettes, thanks." |
| Vereta thinks "fish fish fish fish fish fish" |
| [Cogitatus] says: [Longjaw Mud Snapper], [Roasted Boar Meat], [Goretusk Liver Pie], [Dry Pork Ribs]... |
| [Flit] says: Well, I tried to make friends with the Centaur, but they mostly tried to stomp on me. I guess they might have been interesting, though. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and [Curiously Tasty Omelet]. |
| [Nim] says: Well, they have bad tempers. |
| [Nim] says: I would too if I were a centaur. |
| Vereta thinks "Omelet!" |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and [Raw Bristle Whisker Catfish], if nobody minds uncooked food. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, 'specially when you burn their villages to the ground. |
| [Nim] says: Well, they prolly wouldn't like that. |
| Nim nods. |
| [Flit] says: Well, they were structurally unsound anyway. . . . |
| [Tári] says: Sounds like you cook almost anything that lives here. |
| Mharty looks innocent. |
| [Nim] says: They build huts. Desolace dun have the infrastructure t'build anythin' nicer. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((I'll be back.)) |
| [Vereta] says: Omelet! |
| [Flit] says: It must have, there's neat stone ruins all over it. |
| Strand glances sideways. |
| [Nim] says: Dun mean centaurs build it. Prolly somethin' else did. |
| [Flit] says: I guess. Maybe centuars just don't have any good architects. |
| Meris wanders somewhat agitatedly around the circle. |
| Nim shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Cogitatus] says: I don't know much about the centaurs, except that they were in a conflict with the tauren. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Come, Meris, sit down. :) |
| Feyrin waves. |
| [Vereta] says: Moo... err meow |
| [Nim] says: I like Tauren. They're always friendly when I meet 'em. |
| [Nim] says: Aren't they havin' a fair over there or somethin'? |
| [Nim] says: I thought I Heard that... |
| Meris eyes everyone cautiously. |
| [Conol] says: But not when your carrying a Horde flag |
| Flit 's eyes light up, "A fair?" |
| Nim nods at Flit. |
| [Nim] says: Thas what I heard. |
| [Shaun] says: I'd heard somethin' about Darkmoon. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes, the Darkmoon fair. I know it moves around, but I don't know where it's located. |
| Strand says, to Trinn, "Don't think I've seen that dress." |
| [Vereta] says: That fair should be heading here soon. |
| [Trinn] says: Because I just bought it. |
| [Meris] says: A fair passing .... through? We used to... |
| Meris lets her voice trail off. |
| Arahshiel waves at Tinket. |
| Tinket waves at Arahshiel. |
| [Strand] says: Meris, are things well? |
| Feyrin looks over everyone, a weak smile on his face. |
| [Silanthos] says: Just a moment. |
| [Silanthos] says: Okay. |
| [Vereta] says: When it arrives here it will be just south of Goldshire. |
| Trinn looks over at Meris. |
| [Shaun] says: It's nice, I like that color o' green. |
| [Vereta] says: So I'm told. |
| [Trinn] says: Shaun, thank you. |
| Meris looks to Strand. "As well as they *can* be." |
| [Shaun] says: O'course. |
| [Silanthos] says: Is this good? |
| Strand blinks owlishly. "Oh." |
| Flit sighs, "Goldshire? I wish it were closer to Stormwind. Goldshire is a silly place." |
| [Silanthos] says: Hey, a fire! |
| Nim looks at the two people next to him as they sit. |
| Silanthos warms his hands. |
| [Nim] says: R6! C'm over here. |
| Strand adds, back to Trinn, "I like it." |
| [Conol] says: They can be so hard to place |
| [Shaun] says: People go insane in Goldshire. |
| Trinn nods. "That's good." |
| Strand nods thoughtfully. |
| Meris laughs at Shaun. |
| [Nerian] says: ((sorry)) |
| [Feyrin] says: Nerian, why ya make the fire all the way over there? |
| [Conol] says: People ARE insame in Goldshire |
| [Vereta] says: Hey Fey! When did you get here? |
| [Nerian] says: Just flew out of my hands, out of my control |
| [Feyrin] says: I've been here a while. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((I understand that campfires are difficult to position properly.)) |
| [Silanthos] says: The breeze around here is so troublesome. |
| [Nerian] says: ((my first so sorry)) |
| [Strand] says: Reminds me of... grass, nature. You know. |
| Your auction of Pattern: Greater Adept's Robe sold. |
| Nim picks up a stick and pokes the fire, watching the results. |
| [Feyrin] says: Well, lets all move closer to the fire eh? Dont want to be sitting in the middle of the circle. |
| Conol points to a spot on the ground |
| Trinn colors slightly. |
| Jorii waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Vereta] says: I'm hungry... |
| Flit watches the stick start to smoke. |
| Cogitatus waves at Jorii. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, Jorii, glad you're here. :) |
| [Feyrin] says: .... |
| Strand says over to Feyrin, amused, "You'll bake between both of them." |
| Nim watches the stick as well before just tossing it in. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Take a seat around the fire. Either fire will suffice. |
| Arahshiel waves at Gledriran. |
| [Feyrin] says: Nice 'nd warm. |
| [Silanthos] says: Is Ingarath not here yet? |
| Arahshiel smiles at Silanthos. |
| [Vereta] says: I haven't seen him |
| [Shaun] says: Indesposed, I heard? |
| [Strand] says: Ingarath isn't going to be here, I'm afraid -- he took ill. |
| [Meris] says: No, he... arranged things with Strand. |
| [Conol] says: Donnae think he's gonnae make it tonight |
| [Feyrin] says: Gled! There you are! |
| [Silanthos] says: Oh...too bad. |
| [Conol] says: When should we start ? |
| Meris muttes under her breath "Gled?" |
| [Feyrin] says: Ahh, thankyou, my Spyglass. |
| [Gledriran] says: Aye |
| Feyrin bows down graciously. |
| Gledriran bows before Feyrin. |
| [Vereta] says: It depends... who has a story they wanna share? |
| [Vereta] says: Or poem or song? |
| Flit wishes for a marshmellow. |
| [Strand] says: Well, wait a few more minutes? Meris should start it, anyhow. |
| [Feyrin] says: Nerian? |
| Vereta hands Flit a marshmellow using his tail. |
| Meris shoots Strand an alarmed look. |
| [Meris] says: Start it? |
| [Silanthos] says: Why not? |
| [Meris] says: I ah... |
| Strand grins. "Well, give the speech, say hello, all that." |
| Flit giggles at Vereta. |
| [Silanthos] says: You're here as much as Ing is. |
| [Feyrin] says: Nerian? Where are ye? |
| [Feyrin] says: Hm.. |
| Meris eyes the crowd warily. "I don't know half of everyone here, I believe." |
| [Trinn] says: Well, new people. That's grand. |
| [Nim] says: Y'know me. |
| Trinn smiles. |
| Nim waves at Meris. |
| Meris furrows her brow, trying to concentrate. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Neither do I. that hasn't stopped me from coming. :) |
| [Vereta] says: While we wait why not introduce everyone? |
| [Feyrin] says: Well, I'll be the first to intrduce myself.. |
| Feyrin looks around. |
| [Conol] says: Now its starting to sound like a meeting |
| [Feyrin] says: 'Ello everyone, names Feyrin, I'm part of the Militia 'ere. |
| Trinn grins at Conol. |
| Feyrin lets out a hacking cough. |
| Meris nods to Feyrin. |
| [Nim] says: Hi, Feyrin! |
| Flit smiles at Feyrin. |
| [Vereta] says: Me next. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Pleasure to meet you, Feyrin. |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Feyrin. Well -- if we all introduce ourselves, it'll be late before the stories start? |
| Mharty eyes Vereta up and down. |
| [Vereta] says: Greetings! I am Vereta. |
| [Meris] says: No, Strand... at least we will know each other. |
| Feyrin whistles at Vereta. |
| [Vereta] says: pleasure to meet you all. |
| Nim greets Vereta with a hearty hello! |
| [Feyrin] says: Tell 'em what ya do. |
| Vereta bows down graciously. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Likewise. :) |
| [Conol] says: Just introduce yourself iffn ye like, no ones forced too |
| [Meris] says: Good enuf, at least I have some.... names. |
| [Vereta] says: I'm just a simple druid. |
| [Flit] says: Hi! |
| [Gledriran] says: Greetins I'm Gled |
| [Mharty] says: Mharty! |
| [Vereta] says: Hi Gled! |
| Cogitatus bows down graciously. |
| Mharty waves. |
| Nim waves at Gledriran. |
| Feyrin takes out his new, fancy smanshy Spyglass out, looking at everyone through it. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Greetings. I am Cogitatus, a student of the arcane and a freelance adventurer who serves the people of the Alliance as best as I can. |
| Strand waves over to Arrish. |
| Shaun waves at Arrish. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and I also cook, so if you're hungry, just ask me for a menu. :) |
| Silanthos greets Arrish warmly. |
| Mharty waves at Arrish. |
| Trinn looks back at Arrish and scoots over with a smile. |
| Arrish nods and settles down quietly. |
| Arrish gives Trinn an embarassed look and waves her back over next to Strand. |
| Trinn whispers to Arrish. |
| Feyrin looks at Vereta through it, then laughs. |
| [Feyrin] says: Clean the teeth Vereta. |
| Meris blinks at Arrish. |
| Vereta lies down. |
| Vereta covers his mouth with his paws.. "sorry" |
| Arrish waves back to people who wave at her, hesitates, and then moves up a little. |
| [Conol] says: Anyone else ? |
| [Feyrin] says: Was a joke Vereta, the teeth are fine. |
| Trinn gives Arrish a brief reassuring nod before turning back to the circle. |
| [Vereta] says: They aren't easy to see mind you Fey! |
| Strand brushes a bit of hair back from Arrish's forehead, gentle. "Hallo, sister." |
| Feyrin focuses in and out at Shaun, laughing. |
| [Feyrin] says: I love this Spyglass. |
| [Vereta] says: Where did you get it? |
| [Feyrin] says: A friend of Glen's made it for me. |
| Arrish looks to Strand and smiles faintly, then whispers to him, "Mouse guy. Have I missed him?" |
| Conol gets up |
| [Vereta] says: I wish I had one... |
| Strand laughs, soft. "Haven't had any stories yet." |
| [Feyrin] says: I can see the Inn from here with it. |
| [Conol] says: Well, I'm Conol, and I'd like to think you all for coming this eve |
| [Vereta] says: Hi Conol! |
| Feyrin puts the Spyglass away. |
| [Nim] says: Hi there and your welcome! |
| [Meris] says: Hullo, Conol. I remember you... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Feyrin, may I take a look at that spyglass? ((Link the item, please.)) |
| [Feyrin] says: Hmmmmm, I dont know.... |
| Feyrin laughs. |
| Meris coughs and motions to Silanthos and Arahshiel. |
| [Vereta] says: Oh come now Fey you can trust Cogitatus! |
| [Silanthos] says: Eh? |
| [Cogitatus] says: It's okay, I was just curious. :) |
| [Conol] says: Hmm durn fires |
| Meris grins at the pair. |
| [Vereta] says: Most truthfull guy I know! |
| Arahshiel looks confused. |
| [Silanthos] says: Introductions? Or.... |
| [Feyrin] says: Eh, alright, be VERY gentle with it. |
| [Arahshiel] says: Oh. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((You can just link the item. Roleplay-wise, you'd be holding it in fromt of me or some such thing.)) |
| [Meris] says: That is my dear friend Arahshiel. And her... uhh... friend. Silanthos. |
| [Feyrin] says: 'Ere, give it back befor the night is over. |
| Silanthos bows down graciously. |
| [Conol] says: Welcome |
| [Arahshiel] says: Hello everyone. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Of course. |
| Meris seems awkward. |
| [Silanthos] says: A pleasure to see you all. |
| Arahshiel bows before Mistwalker. |
| Arahshiel bows down graciously. |
| [Conol] says: Meris... |
| [Meris] says: Yes, Conol? |
| Arahshiel blushes a little as she sits back down. |
| [Silanthos] says: And this is my faithful companion, Mistwalker, to whom I owe my life a thousand times over. |
| [Conol] says: You alright leading this, or care for me too ? |
| [Vereta] says: Meo! |
| Nim turns to his left and waves. |
| [Vereta] says: Meow even! |
| [Feyrin] says: Maybe we should tell the scary storys later in the night, eh? |
| Skif rubs his chin. "That punk Ingarath not showing tonight? Figures." |
| Meris grunts. "Ah... It matters not. Without a leader, I can be a little... lost." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thanks. |
| [Feyrin] says: Thankyou. |
| [Strand] says: He's sick, I fear. Well... I can take it. |
| Arrish glances over to Meris and gives her a faint, reassuring smile. |
| Strand stands, carefully. |
| [Meris] says: But for those of you new -- oh. Strand. Please, by all means. |
| [Conol] says: Alright Strand |
| [Vereta] says: Hey Fey... I don't suppose you can lemme soo that there spyglass? |
| [Vereta] says: see even |
| Cogitatus says quietly to Feyrin "I'll have to learn how to make one for myself." |
| [Feyrin] says: Eh? Oh, sure Vereta. |
| [Strand] says: Welcome to storytelling night, everyone. I'm not really as good at speaking as Ingarath, but he always says welcome. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Strand] says: And he's glad of seeing new faces; so'm I. |
| Nim smiles at you. |
| [Strand] says: For those who are new, this is a peaceful night of telling stories. Horde's been known to show up; we leave all grudges outside the circle. |
| [Feyrin] says: Where did you come from Nerian? |
| Strand glances right. "Except sometimes the poor goretusks." |
| [Nerian] says: Shadows |
| Nylara nods in understanding |
| [Vereta] says: Thanks Fey |
| [Nim] says: We should put up a fence around here or somethin'... |
| [Feyrin] says: Any time. |
| [Strand] says: So, like Ingarath, I'll say 'thank you for coming,' and 'who would like to begin?' |
| Nim shoos Great Goretusk away. Be gone pest! |
| Conol looks around the circle |
| Arahshiel gently strokes Mistwalker. |
| Cogitatus is eating his dinner while listening; looks around to see if anyone else is hungry. |
| Trinn glances around with a smile. |
| Strand says, grinning, "I'm never doing this again. Someone?" |
| [Conol] says: Speak up, or I'll haveta say one of my old poems or something |
| Flit peers around at the circle expectantly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and that would be bad... how? |
| [Vereta] says: He'll do it! |
| Strand looks relieved. "I liked yours last week, sir. Please." |
| [Conol] says: I'll start |
| [Feyrin] says: Heh, I'd say one that I wrote... but umm, not much of a talker. |
| Aldaeus quietly takes a seat. |
| [Nerian] says: Leave it be it hurt no one |
| Feyrin shrugs. Who knows? |
| Arrish glances over at Nim. |
| Nim coughs. |
| [Feyrin] says: Sorry dear.. |
| Conol digs old journal out of his pack |
| Meris traces a circle around herself in the ground. |
| Arrish returns her attention to Conol, attentive. |
| Flit watches Meris' fidgeting sympathetically. |
| Conol thumbs through the pages |
| [Conol] says: Ah, here it is |
| Conol chears his throat |
| [Conol] says: The King realized it be folly to wait, |
| [Conol] says: So a great navy did He order to make. |
| Feyrin draws his sword, scratching it against a coarse sharpening stone. |
| [Conol] says: Craftsmen and artisans worked day and night, |
| [Conol] says: Till alas, a great fleet greeted the King's sight. |
| [Conol] says: Twas called the Third Fleet of Kul'Tiras it was said, |
| [Conol] says: And upon the flagship a grand likeless of the queen as figurehead. |
| [Conol] says: And ships gathered from afar with the fleet that day, |
| [Conol] says: One being the Elvish Destroyer, the Flying Osprey. |
| [Conol] says: Carrying wealth such as Light Forge Iron could be found, |
| [Conol] says: There being few metals better per the pound. |
| [Conol] says: And finally by Admiral's order, or King's decree, |
| [Conol] says: The Third Fleet of Kul'Tiras did put to sea. |
| Strand listens, intent. |
| [Conol] says: Now what evil befell the Third Fleet I cannot say, |
| [Conol] says: Oh tragedy, as all were sent to the bottom of the bay. |
| Flit winces. |
| [Conol] says: And the King's heart was heavy, and the Court knew not what to think, |
| [Conol] says: But the dwarves said, "Instead, ye shoulda built a steam tank". |
| Aredis opens his tobacco pouch and removes his carved wooden pipe, he then proceeds packing it |
| Conol smiles |
| Trinn looks back to Potar with a quick smile. |
| [Conol] says: Oh sailors speak of the Third Fleet of Kul'Tiras still, |
| [Conol] says: A warning to respect the great oceans will. |
| Feyrin sighs at Nerian. |
| Potar smiles and nods to Trinn in respect. |
| [Conol] says: And there she lay, her keel broken, to this day, |
| [Conol] says: The remains of the Elvish Destroyer, the Flying Osprey. |
| Conol bows down graciously. |
| Aldaeus applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Nylara claps excitedly. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Vereta claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Nerian. |
| Skif applauds at Conol. Bravo! |
| Aredis sticks a match against his boot and lights his pipe |
| Potar claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly. |
| Shaun claps excitedly. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Feyrin applauds. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Jorii claps excitedly. |
| Vereta claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Meris smiles at Conol. |
| Aredis applauds. Bravo! |
| [Conol] says: Thank you |
| Tinket greets Sylvanda warmly. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Strand claps happily. "Thank you." |
| Nim claps excitedly for Conol. |
| Mharty scratches the spotted cat's ears. |
| Gledriran claps excitedly for Arahshiel. |
| Sylvanda purrs at Mharty. |
| Nerian raises an eyebrow, barely noticably |
| Feyrin digs through his pack, looking for something. |
| Aredis puffs on his pipe silently waiting for the next speaker |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, someone go ahead, lookin' for mmy book... |
| Feyrin grumbles. |
| [Silanthos] says: I may have something... |
| [Strand] says: Thank you; it's always good to hear poetry. Who's next? |
| Nim looks around the circle for whoever is going to go next. |
| Strand grins to Silanthos. |
| Tinket gently pats Sylvanda. |
| Arahshiel smiles to Silanthos encouragingly. |
| Meris fidgets with the hem of her dress, occasionally glancing over to Arahshiel. |
| Silanthos lets out a hacking cough. |
| Silanthos clears his throat. |
| [Silanthos] says: Right. |
| [Silanthos] says: As most of you can tell, I am a Hunter. |
| Nylara stares at Silanthos, interested. |
| Aredis nods. |
| Flit smiles encouragingly at Silanthos. |
| Aldaeus nods at Silanthos. |
| [Silanthos] says: Much of my time is spent in the wilds of Azeroth. |
| [Silanthos] says: More than most, my professional brothers and sisters have a raport with beasts. |
| Mharty pets both cats. |
| [Silanthos] says: We can talk to them. We learn from them. |
| [Silanthos] says: We cull the weak, the sick, and the infirm. |
| Sylvanda licks Mharty. |
| [Silanthos] says: We protect those who cannot protect themselves. |
| Feyrin pulls a tiny book from his pack, then flips through the pages. |
| [Silanthos] says: A few days ago, I celebrated my 40th season. |
| [Silanthos] says: As many of you know, by that time one can acquire a mount. |
| [Silanthos] says: I travelled far....just about as far as one can. From Booty Bay all the way back to my home, Darnassus. |
| [Silanthos] says: And there, amongst the glades and hills and trees, I found my mount. |
| [Silanthos] says: Now, beasts don't speak as you and I do. |
| Arrish tilts her head a little, listening to Silanthos. |
| Arahshiel scratches the cat at her side behind the ears. |
| [Silanthos] says: Theirs is a tounge of a different nature. |
| Nim nods, listening. |
| Feyrin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Shaun scratches his chin. |
| [Silanthos] says: They speak in images. In memories, personal and ancestral. |
| [Silanthos] says: They speak in scents and emotions. |
| [Silanthos] says: I asked my mount her name. And this is what she told me. |
| Cogitatus nods quietly. |
| Flit props her chin on her knees to listen. |
| Silanthos closes his eyes. |
| [Silanthos] says: I hunt along the stream. Sunlight dappled on the leaves and ground. Sunlight dappled on my fur. |
| [Silanthos] says: I am silent and dark. A shadow amongst shadows. |
| Silanthos growls deep in his throat. |
| [Silanthos] says: My prey smells me but cannot see. |
| [Silanthos] says: They hear me but cannot see. |
| Aredis puffs on his pipe silently listening to Silanthos |
| Cogitatus cocks his head slightly to one side as he listens. |
| [Silanthos] says: I ready myself. |
| Silanthos kneels down. |
| [Silanthos] says: Tight and supple as a yearling tree I coil. |
| [Silanthos] says: Their death is swift. I am not cruel. |
| Silanthos opens his eyes. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, that... scenario... is her name? |
| [Silanthos] says: Aye. |
| Cogitatus nods in understanding. |
| [Silanthos] says: Hard to shorten. |
| Feyrin applauds. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Silanthos. |
| Mharty stiffles a giggle. |
| Nylara giggles. |
| You clap excitedly for Silanthos. |
| [Silanthos] says: But I think I'm narrowing my possibilities. |
| Aredis applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| Silanthos bows down graciously. |
| Trinn nods slowly. |
| Conol claps excitedly. |
| Flit applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| Skif applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| Nylara applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| Potar claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So I would imagine, but expressed as a thought, I suppose it could be conveyed quickly. :) |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Silanthos. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Arrish applauds at Silanthos. Bravo! |
| [Strand] says: Some things take a lot of words for convey. Thank you. |
| Feyrin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Strand clears his throat. "To convey." |
| [Conol] says: All my mount ever said i think, is "I want more hay" |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Arahshiel giggles at Conol. |
| Nylara laughs. |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright... dont laugh at me, I'm not that good at this.. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Could someone skin thi pig, please? |
| [Cogitatus] says: *this |
| Sylvanda licks Mharty. |
| [Meris] says: Well... even the inanimate can *speak* in a way... |
| Mharty smiles at Sylvanda. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((Skinning a corpse makes it disappear.)) |
| Feyrin hangs his head slightly, looking down at his tiny book. |
| [Silanthos] says: ((It needs to be looted first. |
| Vereta looks to Lluwyln |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright... here goes... |
| [Vereta] says: Llu! you made it! |
| Strand watches Feyrin, curiously. |
| [Vereta] says: Come sit! |
| Lluwlyn laughs. |
| Trinn looks to Feyrin. |
| Aredis watches his old commrade as he begins his story |
| [Feyrin] says: I wrote this poem, a while back, for my father. |
| Mharty smiles at Khent. |
| Aredis nods at Feyrin. |
| [Feyrin] says: He was a real poem person, always liked to hear this kind of stuff.. |
| Meris adjusts her dress and tries to relax. |
| Nylara bends over to her panda's ear and whispers, "Wake up Marf. It's rude to sleep now." |
| Feyrin whispers something under his breath. |
| Nylara sighs at Panda Cub. |
| Khent smiles at Mharty. |
| Aredis continues to smoke his pipe, listening intently to Feyrin |
| [Feyrin] says: Wait... thats not the right one... wrong page.. |
| Feyrin flips through his book. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Take your time. :) |
| Mharty leans on the spotted cat. |
| Arrish glances over at the sleeping panda and relaxes minutely, then returns her gaze to Feyrin. |
| [Feyrin] says: Sorry, this'll only take a minute. |
| Nylara gently pats Panda Cub. |
| Khent gets up |
| [Feyrin] says: (( Have alot of poems here, loking through them, lol )) |
| Sylvanda grunts softly and turns her head to look at Mharty |
| [Nylara] says: What was that? |
| Lluwlyn laughs. |
| Silanthos smiles at Arahshiel. |
| [Feyrin] says: What the hells?! |
| Aredis sighs at Feyrin. |
| Rheyann slaps Lluwlyn across the face. Ouch! |
| [Zirbasjian] says: That makes the trees here unhappy. |
| [Aredis] says: That was rude of you.... |
| Feyrin growls menacingly at Lluwlyn. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Would you mind, sir? We're trying to tell campfire stories, here. |
| Nylara looks around franticaly, clearly scared |
| Strand murmurs, "Let it be; the stories are louder than the rudeness." |
| Nim glancers up at the rude elf but doesn't say anything. |
| Aredis sits back down |
| [Aldaeus] says: I think he wanted a bigger fire... |
| Feyrin looks at his slightly burnt book. |
| [Feyrin] says: ... |
| Nylara slowly inches back to her place |
| [Aredis] says: Go on Fey |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, here it is. |
| Vereta lies down. |
| [Feyrin] says: The stars, the stars, are bright tongiht, shinning like the morning light. Once stone was young, now is old, the warriors heart, still remains bold... |
| [Feyrin] says: His blade is sharp, his heart is true, his soul will go on, through and through.. |
| [Feyrin] says: Day is now night, his body is frail, yet the warriors hear, will never fail. |
| Feyrin bows down graciously. |
| [Feyrin] says: Heh... |
| Nylara applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| Aldaeus applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly. |
| Aredis claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Zirbasjian claps excitedly. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Skif applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| Nerian raises an eyebrow |
| [Aldaeus] says: That was touching. |
| Shaun claps excitedly. |
| You clap excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Meris smiles at Feyrin |
| Trinn smiles. |
| [Aredis] says: Very nice Fey.... |
| Arrish applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| [Feyrin] says: Thankyou. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you. |
| Aredis taps his pipe on his boot, emptying the ashes |
| Feyrin goes back to sharpening his blade. |
| Meris closes her eyes and rubs them with the palms of her hands. |
| Cogitatus leans over to Meris and whispers. |
| Strand looks around, pausing at Flit. "Who's next? We've had a good start." |
| Flit tries to look smaller. |
| Arrish looks curiously over at Flit. |
| Nim follows Strand's look and watches Flit. |
| Aredis reaches into his tobacco pouch and begins to pack his pipe again |
| [Silanthos] says: Cease this endless eyeshifting! |
| Conol laughs. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Silanthos. |
| Sylvanda bites Mharty's sleeve playfully and lays down |
| Sylvanda lies down before Tinket. |
| Meris glances over to Cogitatus |
| [Feyrin] says: Oh! I 'ave a trick, I could show ye. |
| Tinket gently pats Sylvanda. |
| Cogitatus deliberatey widens his eyes and shifts them back and forth in a comical manner. |
| Mharty grins at the cat and goes back to petting her. |
| [Conol] says: trick ? |
| Silanthos glares at Cogitatus. |
| [Feyrin] says: Mmmhmm. |
| Nylara looks at Feyrin, interested. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Silanthos. |
| Lluwlyn gently pats Great Goretusk. |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, anyone 'ave an apple? |
| [Aldaeus] says: This should be good. |
| [Vereta] says: I do! |
| [Strand] says: I'm apple-less. |
| [Silanthos] says: Err....I have various cuts of meat. |
| [Feyrin] says: Can I see it? |
| Nylara searches her bag. |
| Aredis strikes another match against his boot, lighting his pipe |
| [Silanthos] says: Oh! |
| [Silanthos] says: I've got a [Goretusk Liver]! |
| [Silanthos] says: Is that like an apple? |
| [Cogitatus] says: I can cook the meat. If we have no stories, we can break for dinner. :) |
| [Conol] says: Bah, only have moon pumpkins |
| Arahshiel smiles at Silanthos. |
| Sylvanda stands running off |
| [Mharty] says: I have a peach... |
| Aldaeus coughs in the cloud of tobacco smoke. |
| Vereta hands Feyrin an apple. |
| Strand gives Cogitatus a slightly suspicious look. |
| [Feyrin] says: Okay, I need someone who is willing to take a little risk. |
| Aldaeus raises his hand. |
| [Aredis] says: Sorry about the smoke |
| [Aldaeus] says: I will. |
| Mharty points at Nim. |
| [Nylara] says: Is it dangerous? |
| [Feyrin] says: Okay, come on up. |
| [Khent] says: I will! |
| Aldaeus nods at Feyrin. |
| [Feyrin] says: Hmmm... |
| Aredis puffs on his pipe, watching Feyrin intently |
| Meris scans the eyes of the others in the crowd. |
| [Feyrin] says: Everyone over there... |
| Khent trys to find a seat |
| Feyrin points over yonder. |
| [Feyrin] says: Will need to turn around. |
| Trinn blinks. |
| [Feyrin] says: Put this on your 'ead. |
| Conol watches with interest |
| Strand thinks a moment, then lies down. |
| [Vereta] says: Oh man... |
| Nylara gasps, hand over her mouth |
| Trinn glances over her shoulder, pulling out bandages. |
| Feyrin hands Ald the apple. |
| Arrish turns around. |
| Nim grins. |
| Sylvanda lies down before Wyrra. |
| Aldaeus places the apple on his head. |
| [Vereta] says: This isn't gonna end well... |
| [Nim] says: This is gonna be good... |
| [Silanthos] says: You may not be the best one suited for this... |
| [Feyrin] says: Stand infront of this tree behind me. |
| Khent still looks for a seat |
| [Conol] says: Nothing gud comes after " put this on your head" |
| [Arrish] says: Is this going to involve sharp things? |
| Sylvanda pokes Mharty then motions her head to Wyrra |
| Arrish looks interested. |
| [Nim] says: Prolly. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Conol. |
| Strand says, from where he lies, "I'm dubious." |
| [Trinn] says: Aye, Conol, that's the truth. |
| Wyrra lies down. |
| [Nim] says: If it does, its that much more interestin'. |
| [Feyrin] says: It'll involve things that go boom. |
| [Gledriran] says: Aye 'e might miss... |
| Aldaeus is nervous. |
| Nim eyes light up. |
| [Nim] says: Even better! |
| Wyrra lifts her head up a bit al looks at Sylvanda |
| Feyrin slowly draws his [BKP 2700 "Enforcer"]. |
| Tinket gently pats Sylvanda. |
| [Shaun] says: Yer goin' tah throw explosives at 'im? |
| Wyrra puts her head back down |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. Guns are better than sharp things any day. |
| Aldaeus remembers his healing chants. |
| Nim nods at Flit. |
| [Silanthos] says: Any last requests? |
| Sylvanda purrs at Tinket |
| [Arrish] says: Marksmanship! |
| Nylara mutters, "Crude weapons!" |
| [Cogitatus] says: How about a last meal? |
| [Khent] says: I cant find a seat... |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, I'll be shootin' that apple, with this here gun, while facing the other direction. |
| [Aldaeus] yells: What! |
| [Vereta] says: ... |
| Feyrin laughs at Aldaeus. |
| [Vereta] says: oh err... GASP! |
| [Strand] says: Cogitatus, do you put some sort of slow-acting loyalty potion in that food of yours? |
| Mharty quietly snickers to herself. |
| Aldaeus sighs at Feyrin. |
| [Nim] says: Relax! He's gotta know what he's doin' or he wouldn't have y'do it! |
| Mharty gets ready to heal.... |
| [Silanthos] says: I hope you had a good live, Aldaeus. |
| Flit eyes Feyrin, dubious. |
| [Silanthos] says: Life, even! |
| Aredis laughs at Havyn. |
| Havyn sits quietly and glances around unsure of what is going on |
| Meris pulls out a large notepad from her bag and proceeds to try to sketch something |
| Nim stares on in fascination. |
| [Gledriran] says: Wana bet Nim? |
| [Nerian] says: Stop doubting him |
| Cogitatus blinks at Strand, confused. |
| Skif arches a brow. "That's never stopped anyone in history, from doing the insane." |
| [Arrish] says: Now that's a hard shot. |
| [Aredis] says: This sounds interesting Fey |
| [Aldaeus] says: Light protect me...Luminus Sanctum |
| Feyrin rests his [BKP 2700 "Enforcer"] on his left shoulder, trying to figure out where the apple is. |
| [Nim] says: Not gonna bet. Just gonna watch. |
| [Conol] says: Shh silence please |
| Strand looks back at Aldaeus, somewhat relieved. |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, think I got it..... |
| [Vereta] says: Drumroll please... |
| Flit holds her breath. |
| Vereta does a drumroll with his tail. |
| Feyrin bites his lip. |
| [Cogitatus] says: You realize, of course, that if this goes badly, you'll have to turn yourself in to your own milita, right? :p |
| [Feyrin] says: (( One sec seeing what I should roll )) |
| [Nylara] says: If anything goes wrong, I will be ready to heal the wounds. |
| [Vereta] says: (( roll a attack check!)) |
| [Vereta] says: (( then attack the darkness!)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good to know, Nylara. :) |
| Havyn shifts where she sits....wondering if coming was a mistake...mutters under her breath. |
| [Nerian] says: Stop assaulting the goretusk |
| Meris notices Havyn over her right shoulder as she turns to watch the 2 men showing off. |
| [Khent] says: great, a loot bug.... |
| [Feyrin] says: (( How about if I roll higher than 65 I hit the apple, lower and I hit Ald? 1-100 )) |
| Aldaeus taps his foot. |
| [Gledriran] says: ((Alright)) |
| [Nim] says: ((Just don't roll and hit him in the face)) |
| Feyrin rolls 92 (1-100) |
| [Aldaeus] says: ((Gee, thanks Nim.)) |
| Aredis claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Feyrin hits the apple. |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Aldaeus. |
| Flit applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| [Vereta] says: (( better yet if you roll 1-5 you hit him in the balls)) |
| [Feyrin] says: I ge' it? |
| [Khent] says: I cant stand loot bugs,seems to only go bad on mining./ |
| Aldaeus gives a sigh of relief. |
| [Aredis] says: Bravo Feyrin! |
| Arrish applauds at Feyrin. Bravo! |
| [Vereta] says: WOO! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Feyrin bows down graciously. |
| Cogitatus blinks; was expecting a parlor trick of some kind. |
| [Aldaeus] says: Well, I'm still alive, aren't I? |
| [Flit] says: Nice shot! |
| Strand sits back up, relieved. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Feyrin. |
| Nim claps excitedly. |
| [Nerian] says: ((herbs too)) |
| Tinket claps excitedly. |
| Aldaeus gently pats Feyrin. |
| Havyn watches Meris a moment |
| [Gledriran] says: No yer not alive... |
| Silanthos claps excitedly. |
| [Aldaeus] says: Good shot. |
| [Cogitatus] says: You... actually... shot at an apple on his head? |
| Meris sidles over to Havyn, looking at her with some concern. |
| [Conol] says: How about a hand for the apple holder |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, now for my second trick! |
| [Arrish] says: I thought there'd be a trick! |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Aldaeus. |
| [Potar] says: Aye, well played. |
| Skif chuckles as he applauds. |
| [Arrish] says: Nice shooting. |
| [Strand] says: Nooo. |
| Aredis claps excitedly for Aldaeus. |
| [Nim] says: Now try it while juggling! |
| Aldaeus bows down graciously. |
| [Aredis] says: Bravo |
| Nerian feels she missed something |
| [Vereta] says: Ha ha Nim.. |
| [Strand] says: Only one trick that involves shooting at people per evening. Ingarath made that very clear. |
| [Feyrin] says: I'll need another bod- I mean, someone who is willing to take another small risk. |
| [Aldaeus] says: Am I still needed? |
| Sylvanda chews on Mharty's hand |
| [Nim] says: What about all the nights we didn't shoot anythin'? |
| Havyn seems distant. She seems well....but something is amiss. |
| [Nim] says: Do those roll over t'tonight? |
| [Strand] says: You don't get to bank those, no. |
| [Gledriran] says: Now try it from across the lake |
| [Silanthos] says: No rollovers. |
| Potar smiels to himself as he turns back to face the circle. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Nim. |
| [Nylara] says: I could do it.... i suppose |
| Strand says, very firmly, "More stories." |
| [Aredis] says: I'll do it |
| [Feyrin] says: Want to? |
| Nim looks disappointed and takes a seat. |
| Havyn looks to Meris and asks quietly 'No Alerac tonight!?' |
| [Cogitatus] says: I concur with Strand. More stories. |
| [Aldaeus] says: I'll stand on for another "trick". |
| [Strand] says: Really, it's storytelling night, not trick night. Not to quash, but truly. |
| Meris draws another circle in the dirt, and almost starts to draw it around Havyn as well. |
| [Nim] says: We should have a trick night. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Bad stories, if we have to, but stories nonetheless. |
| Skif smirks. "I have a story if it will keep anyone from getting shot." |
| [Conol] says: Save if for the fair |
| Nerian looks at Havyn |
| [Aldaeus] says: In leiu of gunfire, I agree with more stories. |
| [Nylara] says: Fair? |
| Strand points at Skif, relieved. "See? Story." |
| [Feyrin] says: Anyone have a knife? |
| Arrish turns back around. |
| [Conol] says: Yes, a mercy story please |
| Cogitatus says to Skif "Please." |
| Aldaeus tells Feyrin NO. Not going to happen. |
| Sylvanda continues to chew on Mharty |
| [Feyrin] says: None of you have a knife? |
| Meris shakes her head at Havyn with a note of sadness. |
| Aredis leans over to Cogitatus |
| [Aldaeus] says: Ok, I'm sitting down now, this is supposed to be my break from battle. |
| Havyn glances at Nerian....as if to study her a moment |
| Vereta also begins to chew on Mharty. |
| [Aredis] says: What food can you make sir Mage? |
| Havyn whispers to Nerian |
| Mharty glances down at her now chewtoy hand. |
| Strand watches Skif with interest. |
| Nerian keeps a safe distance, though lets Hayvn know she is concerned |
| Arrish looks to Skif. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I have [Longjaw Mud Snapper], [Roasted Boar Meat], [Raw Bristle Whisker Catfish]... |
| Skif looks to Strand, inclining his chin. "If I may?" |
| [Strand] says: Please! |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...[Goretusk Liver Pie], [Dry Pork Ribs], and [Curiously Tasty Omelet]. |
| [Gledriran] says: Ye need deviate fish... |
| Havyn seems amused slightly but hides her grin. |
| [Feyrin] says: Okay, none of you want to see me catch a knife with my teeth. |
| Feyrin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Vereta] says: I would like that Curiously tasty omelet Cogitatus! |
| [Silanthos] says: This is story night, ladies and gentlemen. |
| Sylvanda purrs deeply as she continues to chew on the hand, eying wyrra out of one eye. |
| Havyn looks back to Meris casually. |
| Aldaeus picks the apple goo out of his hair. |
| [Vereta] says: Thank ye. |
| Havyn speaks quietly. |
| Skif looks thoughtful a moment at Feyrin's offer, then shakes his head. "Right. A story. Well, I'm Skif, and I spent a great deal of time when I was younger, heading here and there." |
| Strand blinks suddenly. |
| Arrish gives Skif a very startled look, and stares at him harder. |
| Wyrra lifts her head lazily glancing at Sylvanda then plops her head back down |
| Tinket gently pats Sylvanda. |
| [Skif] says: Found work between Dalaran and the folk not too far away in Alterac. They didn't like each other much, see. |
| Silanthos listens intently to Skif. |
| Meris looks back Havyn and blinks a few times, somewhat reticent to speak much. |
| Strand gives Arrish a questioning look. |
| Nim looks over to the human and listens. |
| Skif grins. "Can't blame them, Dalaran was a pain in the a -- foot, to move goods into. Taxes on everything. I mean everything." |
| Vereta lies down. |
| Havyn tilts her head and grins...her eyes laughing slightly. |
| Wyrra lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Khent laughs. |
| Skif glances around the circle. "Taxes on imported goods. Taxes on exporting goods. Taxes on wagons, on boats, on your own two feet." |
| Vereta still gnaws on Mharty |
| Nerian eyes Vereta |
| Arrish listens rather intently to Skif. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Skif. |
| Feyrin looks over at Nerian. |
| Mharty whimpers softly. |
| Aldaeus listens intently to Skif. |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| Vereta peaks his head up and looks at Nerian. |
| Nerian reaches a hand out to Vereta to sniff |
| Sylvanda cuddles again Mharty's side yawning widely |
| [Skif] says: Well, every month or so, I found myself leading a train of donkeys into Dalaran with goods from Alterac. Goods varied, but it was always the same. |
| Vereta sniffs Nerians hand for a while then licks it. |
| Havyn 's expression turn to a cold glare |
| [Skif] says: Every time I got to the gate? They'd search me and the donkeys. Rather... thoroughly. |
| Meris forces a slight smile while whispering to Havyn |
| Skif shudders. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Skif. |
| Nylara giggles at Skif. |
| Nerian lets a small smile break through before pulling her hand away |
| Vereta lies down. |
| Vereta cuddles up next the Nerian |
| Skif shakes his head as if to clear it. "Well. Mind, every time, they found nothing illegal. But they knew -- they KNEW -- I was dodging taxes somehow." |
| Nerian lightly pets Vereta |
| [Skif] says: 'cause every month I'd leave Dalaran with a wagon and a pony full up of more goods to take back to Alterac. |
| Mharty wimpers, trying to shrink down behind the cat. |
| Nylara scratches Marf behind the ears, smiling down at him. |
| [Skif] says: Now, I'm sure you all know what happened to Dalaran. And Alterac, really. Kind of put an end to that business, lucrative as it was. |
| Nerian lies down. |
| Aldaeus glances over at the older fellow who just sat down. |
| [Skif] says: But wouldn't you know, I ran into one of the guards of Dalaran not too long ago. As I wasn't in the sm -- the trading business anymore, and he wasn't exactly defending Dalaran anymore, we got to talking. |
| Kelith opens a book and begins to read it on his lap. |
| Strand flicks a grin. |
| Havyn shakes her head mutter under her breath ...clearly not revealing much of what she is whispering about |
| [Skif] says: And he just needed to know what it was, all those years, I'd been sneaking into Dalaran. |
| Meris blinks at Havyn with surprise. |
| Arrish nods slowly. |
| Nerian listens closely to Vereta wondering if she can hear purring |
| Skif smirks. "Because he'd been one of the ones doing thorough donkey searches." |
| Wyrra smiles. |
| Vereta purrs |
| Wyrra chuckles softly |
| Flit wriggles expectantly. |
| Sylvanda blinks and sits on Mharty |
| Cogitatus chuckles softly. |
| Shaun listens intently. |
| Havyn looks over the crowd quietly...her hand goes to her necklace and frowns remembering it is no longer there. |
| [Skif] says: So I told him, month after month, I really had been smuggling something into Dalaran. Wasn't coin, wasn't booze, wasn't some of the more impressive dusts or weird spell components. |
| Meris settles in a little closer to Havyn. |
| Skif grins. "Nope. I grinned at him and finally said, 'Man... those years? I was smuggling in donkeys.'" |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Strand chokes. |
| Nylara laughs at Skif. |
| Nim laughs at Skif. |
| Trinn bursts into laughter. |
| Flit giggles at Skif. |
| Wyrra lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Gledriran laughs. |
| Khent laughs. |
| Nylara laughs. |
| Aredis laughs at Rheyann. |
| Zirbasjian grins wickedly. |
| Wyrra claps excitedly. |
| Arahshiel laughs at Meris. |
| Aldaeus laughs at Skif. |
| Myriddn laughs. |
| Shaun grins. |
| Wyrra cheers at Skif! |
| Flit applauds at Skif. Bravo! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Right under his nose. :D |
| Conol claps excitedly for Aldaeus. |
| Lluwlyn laughs. |
| Arrish covers her mouth, laughing softly. |
| Gledriran claps excitedly for Skif. |
| Nylara cheers at Skif! |
| [Wyrra] says: Well done! |
| Skif smirks and gives a small bow. "Look on his face was worth the searches." |
| Khent claps excitedly. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Nylara giggles at Skif. |
| [Strand] says: That's a good one. |
| Wyrra stands |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Skif. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Skif. |
| [Nylara] says: Bravo! |
| Flit grins. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly. |
| Arrish studies Skif, arching an eyebrow. |
| Havyn continues to speak quietly to Meris |
| [Wyrra] says: Are poems allowed. I have not been to onw of these events before |
| Vereta lays his head on Nerian. |
| [Meris] says: Poems, certainly. |
| [Conol] says: Very allowed |
| [Wyrra] says: one* |
| Potar nods at Wyrra. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes, we've had poems, before. :) |
| [Strand] says: Poems are certainly allowed. Would you like to go next? |
| [Wyrra] says: May I then? |
| [Wyrra] says: Please |
| Sylvanda turns her head at an odd angle looking at the woman behind her |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please. :) |
| Rheyann eyes Havyn up and down. |
| Skif eyes Arrish across the fire with a smug grin. |
| Strand beckons Wyrra into the circle. |
| Wyrra looks around and realizes everyone is staring at her and blushes |
| Arrish narrows her eyes at Skif, but then gives him a very small smile. |
| Trinn smiles at Wyrra. |
| Poynard hunkers down next to Kelith. |
| [Wyrra] says: My Comon isn't so good, so please bear with me |
| Nerian falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| [Wyrra] says: Um... well... uh... |
| Vereta falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| Sylvanda smiles at Wyrra. |
| Kelith mutters under his breath. |
| Havyn gives Meris a curious look before glancing over her shoulder at Rheyann. |
| Wyrra takes a deep breath and closes her eyes |
| Feyrin smiles at Nerian. |
| Meris runs a hand down her face, pausing to rub her temples. |
| Rheyann shrugs, smirking. |
| Wyrra a small smile appears on her face for a moment and she begins to speak |
| Silanthos listens intently to Wyrra. |
| [Wyrra] says: A Question. A Kiss. |
| [Wyrra] says: What Joy, is This? |
| Flit peers at Nim and grins. |
| Arrish looks to Wyrra. |
| [Wyrra] says: To be all mine. |
| [Wyrra] says: For all. All time. |
| Nim grins back at Flit. |
| Strand smiles, sudden and bright. |
| Poynard whispers to Kelith, chuckling softly. |
| Aredis listens intently to Wyrra |
| [Wyrra] says: A Question. A Kiss. |
| [Wyrra] says: Forever. Resist. |
| Cogitatus smiles as he listens. |
| [Wyrra] says: What is, all this? |
| [Wyrra] says: No answer. Remiss |
| Havyn seems frusterated at what Meris says....afraid to admit her memory is not what it should be. |
| Sylvanda shifts on Mharty trying to get more comfortable |
| [Wyrra] says: A Question. A Kiss. |
| [Wyrra] says: I miss, your Bliss. |
| Taegoros gets comfortable and smiles while listening. |
| [Wyrra] says: My love. My One. |
| [Wyrra] says: Till all days done. |
| Wyrra opens her eyes and blushes again |
| [Wyrra] says: Um... thats it... |
| Mharty smiles at Wyrra. |
| Nylara listens intently, tears welling up in her eyes. |
| Lluwlyn claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Aredis claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Potar smiles sadly, distantly. |
| Zirbasjian claps excitedly. |
| Feyrin applauds. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Flit grins and applauds. |
| Conol applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Potar applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Flit applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Sylvanda cheers at Wyrra! |
| Meris listens intently to the elf, chewing on her lower lip. |
| Trinn smiles at Wyrra. |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Skif applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Silanthos applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Gledriran applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Rheyann yawns sleepily. |
| Taegoros claps excitedly for Wyrra. |
| Wyrra positivly beams |
| Havyn claps absently |
| Strand claps pleasedly. |
| Tinket applauds at Wyrra. Bravo! |
| [Cogitatus] says: That was touching. Thank you. :) |
| [Zirbasjian] says: Splendid. |
| Wyrra bows before Skif. |
| [Wyrra] says: Thank you |
| Arrish applauds Wyrra softly. |
| Wyrra bows down graciously. |
| Wyrra sits down quickly |
| [Nylara] says: [Darnassian] Thus Belore dor shari'fal Shano |
| [Poynard] says: Bally good! Huzzah and all that claptrap. |
| Arrish speaks up and says, "Your Common is excellent." |
| [Strand] says: Thank /you/, ma'am. |
| [Silanthos] says: [Darnassian] Do'rah ni neph'anis nor |
| [Wyrra] says: [Darnassian] Talah Osa O diel aman thero'shan |
| Cogitatus realizes that he doesn't have a clue how to start a campfire. |
| Strand looks around cheerfully. "Started excellent, going on excellent. Who's next to share?" |
| Feyrin looks down at Nerian, seeing if she is awake. |
| Mharty glances to the elf behind her. |
| Havyn mutters to Meris her frustration evident in her tone. |
| Kelith glances at Havyn, looking around. |
| Arrish glances over at Taegoros, giving him a small nod. |
| Sylvanda bounces on Mharty's lap |
| Mharty lies down. |
| Mharty whimpers. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: I have a story if it pleases you all. |
| Trinn looks over her shoulder at Taegoros, and nods politely. |
| Taegoros moves in closer, irritated by the pigs blocking his view. |
| Vereta moves a bit trying to get more comfortable while cuddled up with Nerian. |
| Lluwlyn nods at Zirbasjian. |
| [Conol] says: Come on up |
| Flit nods. |
| [Strand] says: Please, tell it. |
| Sylvanda lies down before Mharty. |
| Aldaeus wonders why the older gentleman went... |
| [Zirbasjian] says: Is it the customer to molest the animals here? |
| Meris watches Kelith and Poynard leave with curiosity. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: Custom, I meant... |
| [Strand] says: I always like leaving the goretusks alone, but it's not a universal law. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Only when they get in the way. |
| Zirbasjian lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: My apologies then.... |
| [Nylara] says: Yes, can we please let the goretusk be? They do not attack us. |
| Skif grins at Aryss as she sits. |
| Lluwlyn tells Rheyann NO. Not going to happen. |
| [Silanthos] says: Attack, no. Bother, yes. |
| Aryss winks slyly at Skif. |
| Sylvanda lies down before Mharty. |
| [Wyrra] says: I just made it sleep out in the woods |
| [Zirbasjian] says: I mean no offense with this story. It is a childrens' story among my people and not often rendered int he tongue of men. |
| [Silanthos] says: It's a bit of a tradition on these nights. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: Good to hear then. |
| Feyrin says in a low whisper "Vereta, is Nerian sleeping?". |
| Zirbasjian nods. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: This is a story about an oak. |
| Havyn smirks slightly |
| Strand grins. |
| Vereta slightly opens his eyes and nods to Feyrin |
| Vereta falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak was very proud of it's heritage. |
| [Nylara] says: ((wrong button)) |
| Wyrra grins remembering |
| Meris nods at Havyn. 'But perhaps just a bit later. The crowd comforts me tonight." |
| [Zirbasjian] says: It used to boast to it's "lesser" neighbors, ash, chestnut, and pine.... |
| Taegoros is takling quietly with Trinn. |
| Arrish tilts her head up to Zirbasjian, listening. |
| Havyn nods slightly unsure what is going on with Meris |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak boasted that he would be the greatest tree in the forest. The strongest! The tallest! The greenest! |
| Wyrra looks to Sylvanda and frowns slightly then listens agian to the story |
| Havyn glances over at Rheyann and leans back to say something quiet to her. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak laughed through drought because it's roots dug deeply and could find water. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak laughed through fire because it's bark was thick and would not be consumed when lighting struck. |
| Havyn laughs under her breath |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak laughed through flood because it's trunk was great and would not be moved by the waters. |
| Feyrin whispers "sounds like me mother". |
| Cogitatus mutters "Something *has* to go bad for it, sometime. I can just feel it." |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oak laughed through pestilence because it's trunk was tall and it's branches were out of reach of the weevils. |
| Havyn glares at Rheyann. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The oa laughed through wind because it's branches were tough as fire forged iron. |
| Aldaeus thinks this oak reminds him of some young Paladins he's met. |
| Tinket cuddles up against Sylvanda. |
| Sylvanda purrs at Tinket. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The "lesser" trees grew stunted because the light could not break through the laeaves of the mighty oak. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The "lesser" trees were pitted and scarred because of the floods, fire, and pestilences that they had survived. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: One day men came to the forest and beheld the mighty oak. |
| Kelith has left the raid group |
| Aryss cleans her goggles for a moment |
| Meris glances over her shoulder at the druid behind her and blanches. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: They marveled at it's great height and it's tough bark. |
| Trinn glances up at Zirbasjian, listening. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: They looked on admiringly as the oak preened. |
| Havyn does not seem impressed wtih Rheyann |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The men knew that they had found what they were seeking... |
| [Zirbasjian] says: For these were woodsmen and they cut down the oak with sharp axes and carried away it's flesh. |
| Feyrin looks up at Aurowen. |
| Sylvanda licks Tinket. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: To this day the proud oak is polished daily... |
| Tinket smiles at Sylvanda. |
| Feyrin smiles at Aurowen. |
| [Zirbasjian] says: by the backsides of hundreds of weary adventurers. |
| Zirbasjian bows down graciously. |
| Conol laughs. |
| Wyrra claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Flit applauds at Zirbasjian. Bravo! |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| [Aldaeus] says: Haha! A metaphor well spoken, master druid! |
| Feyrin laughs. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Lluwlyn cheers at Zirbasjian! |
| Tinket claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Taegoros cheers at Zirbasjian! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Havyn turns away from Rheyann...a smirk playing on her lips. |
| Skif chuckles and applauds. |
| Strand claps, laughing. |
| Nylara applauds at Zirbasjian. Bravo! |
| [Zirbasjian] says: The moral of this story I leave to you to decide upon. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Aryss smirks slyly at Zirbasjian. |
| Zirbasjian bows down graciously. |
| Trinn smiles and claps. |
| Meris smirks. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Wyrra cheers at Zirbasjian! |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Zirbasjian. |
| Potar applauds at Zirbasjian. Bravo! |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Zirbasjian. |
| Nylara pats Marf |
| [Wyrra] says: Thank you for the Fire, sir |
| Strand grins. "Thank you, Conal." |
| Meris stares hard at Aurowen as if trying to recognize her, then breathes a slow sigh of relief. |
| [Conol] says: One of my better placements |
| Tinket gently pats Sylvanda. |
| Trinn smiles at Conol. |
| Sylvanda licks Tinket. |
| Strand leans back, looking around. |
| Havyn watches Meris a moment...curiously |
| Mharty smiles at Zirbasjian. |
| Tinket cuddles up against Sylvanda. |
| [Conol] says: Whos next for the sharing ? |
| Strand murmurs, a little disappointed, "The goretusks never volunteer." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Actually, I have a question. |
| [Arrish] says: We don't speak Pig, anyhow. |
| Feyrin brushes the hair away from Nerian's face. |
| [Conol] says: They only volunteer for bacon |
| [Strand] says: Well, go ahead, Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh, trust me, based on my trips hunting for cooking materials, they *never* volunteer. ;) |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, my question.... This is directed at the gnomes present, specifically.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: I've lived in Stormwind for several years, now. I'm kind of a city boy. I'm curious, what was Gnomregan like before it had to be... evacuated? |
| Flit tilts her head and looks at Cogitatus, curious. |
| Strand looks somewhat bemused. |
| Flit blinks. |
| [Flit] says: What was it like? |
| Tinket ponders the situation. |
| Strand blinks, somewhat bemused. |
| Havyn looks to Rheyann's with a sneer seemingly hearing something she did not like. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yeah. What was day-to-day life like? |
| [Strand] says: Answer has to be in the form of a story. |
| Nim scratches his chin, thinking how to best answer the question. |
| Taegoros bats away the pig. |
| Aryss lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Flit casts a sideways look at Strand and bites her lip. |
| Havyn mutters under her breath |
| [Cogitatus] says: If you need time to put it in story form, then I can wait until next week. :) |
| Feyrin smiles at Nerian. |
| Meris digs her heels into the ground and stands up, making a cursory inspection of the area. |
| [Feyrin] says: Finaly wake up eh Nerian? Missed a good story. |
| Strand grins. |
| Nerian whispers hello quietly |
| [Nim] says: I think we can do it in story form. Not right NOW... |
| Flit smiles, "I'll tell you next week, then." |
| Havyn watches Meris quietly |
| [Cogitatus] says: I've seen Stormwind, Ironforge, and I've even visited Darnassus, so I was curious about Gnomeregan. |
| [Strand] says: That'll be something to look forward to. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Next week, then. :) |
| Arrish nods quietly over to the gnomes. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...or whenever you feel ready. :) |
| Strand still looks somewhat bemused. |
| [Nim] says: but I do have a story t'give thas not related t'that question... |
| Feyrin wraps an arm around Nerian, fiddling with her hair a bit. |
| [Nim] says: Well, kinda a story... |
| Aurowen salutes Tizfiz with respect. |
| Aryss looks around for Skif |
| Strand blinks, pleased. "Really, Nim?" |
| Arrish does, too, frowning slightly. |
| Nim looks over to Strand and nods. |
| [Nim] says: Yup! Can I go now? |
| Cogitatus listens to Nim. |
| Flit beams at Nim. |
| [Conol] says: Please |
| Trinn smiles at Nim. |
| Nim stands up and shuffles forward, embarassed. |
| Havyn eyes Meris, whispers |
| Shaun smirks at Taegoros. |
| [Nim] says: Hi everyone. |
| Nerian stiffens with tension as she eys Feyrin |
| Nim smiles nervously. |
| Aldaeus greets Nim with a hearty hello! |
| Shaun waves at Nim. |
| Nylara greets Nim with a hearty hello! |
| Cogitatus waves at Nim. |
| Tinket waves at Nim. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Nim. |
| Jorii waves at Nim. |
| Taegoros smiles at Nim. |
| Nim looks down at the ground, measuring out something. |
| Sylvanda purrs at Nim. |
| Arrish waves to Nim. |
| Potar nods to Nim in respect. |
| Flit fidgets, waiting. |
| [Nim] says: Alright... well... I've got a poem I wrote. |
| [Nim] says: Well, kinda wrote and kinda poem. |
| Strand listens with interest. |
| Feyrin whispers to Nerian. |
| [Nim] says: S'not a true poem, I guess... |
| Flit grins wickedly at Nim. |
| Wyrra smiles |
| [Nim] says: and 'm dedicatin' it to Miss Flit. Right over there. |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Nim. |
| Nim points at Flit. |
| Flit blinks. |
| Arrish looks over to Flit. |
| Nim clears his throat and stands up tall. |
| [Flit] says: Me? Wow. |
| Cogitatus glances at Flit and smiles. |
| Cogitatus looks back to Nim. |
| [Nim] says: It starts.... |
| Meris gives Havyn a matter of fact response. "Well, as I said." |
| [Nim] says: 'm not good with words, so I'm gonna do the next best thing... |
| [Nim] says: A pyrotechnic extravaganza! |
| Trinn claps in delight. |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Wyrra claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Arahshiel cheers at Nim! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Aryss laughs at Nim. |
| Nylara cheers at Nim! |
| Feyrin applauds. Bravo! |
| Flit claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Conol claps excitedly. |
| Tinket claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Aryss claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Potar laughs lightly and claps. |
| You clap excitedly for Nim. |
| Lluwlyn claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Trinn applauds. Bravo! |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Nylara cheers at Nim! |
| Taegoros looks on excitedly. |
| Myriddn claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Zirbasjian. |
| Wyrra takes out a small book and flipps through it reading "Ohhhh.... Ahhhhh..." and nods aprovingly |
| Nerian cheers at Nim! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Trinn grins over at Flit. |
| Flit grins madly. |
| Wyrra claps excitedly for Nim. |
| [Aldaeus] says: Looks like it's an all-out talent show tonight. |
| Mharty cheers at Nim! |
| Zirbasjian looks worriedly about at the surrounding trees and brush. |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Aryss grins |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| [Feyrin] says: My gun trick was better... |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Nim bows. |
| Feyrin grumbles. |
| Flit applauds at Nim. Bravo! |
| Nylara applauds at Nim. Bravo! |
| [Meris] says: Impressive, Nim. |
| Conol applauds at Nim. Bravo! |
| Strand claps again, laughing. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Nim. |
| Sylvanda stands stretching slightly and licks Mharty |
| Nim grins proudly and walks back over to his seat. |
| [Nerian] yells: Leave the goretusk alone!!! |
| [Aldaeus] says: Says the guy who wasn't under fire! |
| Wyrra applauds at Nim. Bravo! |
| [Arrish] says: Very nice! |
| [Trinn] says: Nim, that was wonderful! |
| [Flit] says: That. . . was the best poem ever. |
| Tizfiz apologizes to Nerian. Sorry! |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...but Nim is much less likely to provoke a Militia investigation. |
| [Shaun] says: Very nice, erm, literary techniques. |
| [Nim] says: Glad y'liked it! |
| Sylvanda licks Tinket. |
| Arrish gives Nim an admiring look. |
| Nim smiles at Flit. |
| Flit grins at Nim. |
| Sylvanda cuddles up against Tinket. |
| Tinket cuddles up against Sylvanda. |
| Zirbasjian bows before Mharty. |
| [Wyrra] says: I must go now. Thank you all very very much |
| Nerian looks sharply at Tizfiz |
| Sylvanda licks Wyrra's hand |
| Strand smiles happily. |
| Wyrra bows before Nim. |
| Nylara waves goodbye to Wyrra. Farewell! |
| Cogitatus waves goodbye to Wyrra. Farewell! |
| [Feyrin] says: Alright, I have a riddle, and a prize for the first to answer correctly. |
| Wyrra looks down at Sylvanda |
| Zirbasjian cries on Rabbit's shoulder. |
| [Nylara] says: ooooo i do enjoy riddles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, let's see if I can crack this. |
| [Feyrin] says: Here goes.. |
| Conol lights the fire |
| [Feyrin] says: Feed me, and I destroy, quench my thirst, and I am vanquished, what am I? |
| Strand watches Feyrin intently. |
| [Strand] says: Fire. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Fire. |
| [Feyrin] says: Very good. |
| Nim looks around. |
| [Nim] says: Fire. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Bah, I'm slow. |
| Strand grins. |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| [Trinn] says: You'd certainly know that one. |
| Arrish gives Strand a briefly amused look. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I suspect Conol's timing. |
| Flit stifles a giggle. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Feyrin] says: Now, who was it that answered first? I didnt see, raise your hand. |
| Strand laughs, and flicks his right hand, pulling fire from the air for a moment. |
| [Conol] says: Perhaps |
| [Cogitatus] says: Strand answered first, I believe. |
| Meris mutters under her breath. "The same could also be said for the passions." |
| [Strand] says: Oh, only by a split second. I yield to Cogitatus. |
| Nerian looks Tizfiz up and down carefully |
| Feyrin doesnt know who Strand is. |
| Cogitatus glances briefly at Meris. |
| Tizfiz blinks at Nerian. |
| Nylara is amazed by Conol! |
| Conol laughs. |
| [Feyrin] says: Who is Strand? |
| Havyn seems to be lost in thought and doesnt notice Meris mutter |
| [Silanthos] says: Strand is the man named Strand. |
| Aurowen lies down. |
| [Strand] says: I'm Strand. |
| [Arrish] says: The Mouse Guy. |
| [Feyrin] says: Ahh. |
| Conol points at you. |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| Flit tries not to laugh. |
| Strand says cheerfully, "The mouse guy. Aye." |
| [Feyrin] says: Let me just... ahh, here you are. |
| Feyrin takes a single silver coin from his pouch. |
| Cogitatus realizes that he's sitting almost on top of the panda; moves to a different spot. |
| Aurowen can not help but let her tongue glide across her lips at the mention of mice. |
| Meris suddenly notices the abandoned notebook by her side. She examines the scrawlings within it with disdain. |
| Strand grins, and takes it. "Thank you, sir." |
| Gledriran stands up and stretches |
| Nylara whispers to Cogitatus, "Sorry about Marf, He'll fall asleep anywhere" |
| Trinn looks over at Strand and raises her hand, very slowly. |
| Arrish glances over at the sleeping panda. |
| Havyn watches Meris out of the corner of her eye |
| Feyrin looks from Tizfiz, to Nerian, and back. |
| Arrish looks to Trinn, then. |
| Meris slams the notebook shut and shoves it behind her. |
| Strand tilts his head. "Trinn." |
| Aryss eyes Dahla up and down. |
| [Meris] says: Is anyone else... next, perhaps? |
| Trinn nods. "I've got one." |
| Cogitatus smiles and whispers to Nylara "Don't worry about it." |
| Potar smiles at Dahla. |
| Strand says simply, "I'd like to hear it." |
| Shaun looks back. "Ello there." |
| Nerian looks disapprovingly at Tizfiz |
| Trinn smiles. "I wrote this after battle. It's...well. What it is." |
| [Feyrin] says: Something wrong? |
| Trinn takes a deep breath. |
| Dahla looks over to Potar with a smile, and gives Shaun a small wave. |
| [Nerian] says: Just keep it down, okay? |
| Tizfiz nods at Nerian. |
| [Trinn] says: Light cradle my yearning in forgiving hands. |
| [Nerian] says: No, nothing, we're done. |
| Flit waves at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Trinn] says: Grand this imperfect servant grace. |
| Fizzlepocket waves at Flit. |
| [Trinn] says: North beckons: plague and slow sinking to earth. |
| Trinn glances over, but continues. |
| [Trinn] says: ...sinking to earth. |
| [Trinn] says: Remember me. |
| [Trinn] says: Light...cannot give what our pained hearts disallow. |
| [Trinn] says: The road we walk is barbed. |
| Nerian lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Nim pets his mechanical squirrel absently as he listens to Trinn's story. |
| [Trinn] says: When lamentations fill your hearts with tears, |
| [Trinn] says: Remember this. |
| Mordrim nods. |
| [Trinn] says: Light...welcome us, when our time has run to dust. |
| [Trinn] says: Show us the shining path. |
| Potar stares at Trinn intently, finding understanding in the words. |
| [Trinn] says: When we look back at you, a blessing given... |
| [Trinn] says: Remember us. |
| Aryss excuses herself for a moment |
| Trinn looks around then, and smiles a bit. |
| Feyrin stands slowly, holding his hand out to Nerian to help her up. |
| [Trinn] says: Light shine softly on kings and fools alike. |
| Arrish bites her lip, watching Trinn. |
| Meris whispers to havyn. |
| [Trinn] says: This one life is what we have. |
| [Trinn] says: When hands outstretch, music calls, mouths meet - |
| Aldaeus ((needs to keep his toes away from the switch on the surge protector.)) |
| [Trinn] says: Remember joy. |
| Strand watches Trinn, his gaze soft. |
| Silanthos coughs lightly |
| Trinn smiles again, and repeats it. "Remember joy." |
| Trinn bows down graciously. |
| Cogitatus looks at Trinn as he thinks about it for a moment. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Conol applauds at Trinn. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Taegoros claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Dahla applauds, smiling quietly. |
| Mordrim claps excitedly for Havyn. |
| Strand is silent a moment before clapping, slow and sure. |
| Nim applauds at Trinn. Bravo! |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Havyn glances to Nerian then abck to Meris and shakes her head |
| [Conol] says: Beautiful |
| Aldaeus claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| [Shaun] says: Beautiful, Trinn. |
| Trinn sits, face flaming. |
| Nylara claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly for Trinn. |
| Potar smiles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Beautiful. |
| Arrish shifts back a little to sit next to Trinn, murmuring to her. |
| Nerian stares at Havyn |
| [Cogitatus] says: I would have to think about the words for a while to understand them completely, but beautiful nonetheless. |
| Meris nods at Trinn somewaht belatedly. |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish, then nods at Cogitatus. "A copy to you, if you like." |
| [Nerian] says: Can I help you? |
| Meris looks curiously up to Nerian. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I would, Trinn. Thank you. |
| Havyn glances at Nerian and grins 'Yes actually...get out of my way' |
| [Nylara] says: Thank you for a wonderful time, but i must be going now. I shall try to prepare something for next week. |
| Strand takes a breath. "Thank you, Trinn." |
| Feyrin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Meris chuckles at Havyn. |
| [Nerian] says: Then stop look at me |
| Flit peers at Fizzlepocket on the far side of the circle. |
| Dahla asks softly, "Did I miss Mellor?" |
| Conol waves at Nylara. |
| [Shaun] says: Not yet. |
| Trinn shakes her head at Dahla. "No mouse yet." |
| Aurowen lies down. |
| [Havyn] says: You are in no place to make demans child |
| [Havyn] says: demands* |
| Nim leans back and looks about the circle. |
| Nylara waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Nerian] says: I am no child |
| Dahla nods, with a grin of relief. |
| Aldaeus senses trouble brewing. |
| Shaun smirks. |
| Meris brushes a few twigs from her dress, peering around Nerian. "Strand? Another mouse tale tonite?" |
| [Feyrin] says: Nerian, can we just leave without causing a fuss just once? |
| [Nerian] says: If you have a problem with me why don't you tell me?> |
| [Strand] says: Um. Who's next, then? |
| [Havyn] says: I believe I just did |
| Arrish glances to Dahla and raises her hand a little. |
| Meris shoots Nerian a totally innocent look. |
| Conol can't help but notice the discussion nearby |
| Nerian makes an obscene gesture at Havyn |
| Arrish looks between Havyn and Nerian and furrows her brow. "Grudges outside the circle." |
| Havyn seems amused by Nerian as she stands |
| [Meris] says: We ah... it's my fault really. I must've thought you were someone I knew. |
| [Feyrin] says: Nerian, please. |
| [Nerian] says: I thought you were innocent? |
| [Aldaeus] says: Ladies, please! Let's keep things civil! |
| [Meris] says: There's nothing going on. Please.. just go about your business. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Grudges outside the circle, please. |
| Tizfiz gently pats Aurowen. |
| [Arrish] says: Sit down or leave. |
| Havyn 's eyes are dark she seems about ready to correct what Nerian did. |
| [Conol] says: Who else has a story, or poem or riddle ? |
| Aurowen nuzzles against Tiz's leg. |
| [Nerian] says: Then leave your business away from me |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Somethin' the matter? |
| Aldaeus nods at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Havyn] says: Mind your tongue. |
| [Strand] says: One moment, Conol, please. |
| Meris shakes her head. "Just a simple misunderstanding.." |
| [Nerian] says: You can't touch me. I'm above you. |
| Nerian holds her head high |
| [Feyrin] says: Please forgive Nerian everyone, she is going through a rough time, Nerian. |
| Havyn laughs at Nerian. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Fair enough. |
| Feyrin glares angrily at Havyn. |
| Aldaeus lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Meris cocks an eyebrow at Nerian. "Strange..." |
| [Nerian] says: What was that? |
| [Nerian] yells: Rough time? |
| [Feyrin] says: Oh gods.. |
| [Nerian] says: I'll show you a rough time |
| Havyn smirks and tries not to laugh again |
| Dahla breathes a soft sigh. "Ladies, might you take this elsewhere?" |
| Arrish gives Meris a look of appeal. "Can you get them to leave or quiet down? There is a whole wide world they can go off and fight in." |
| [Silanthos] says: All three of you, leave. |
| Flit stares at the fire. |
| Tizfiz leans over to whisper to Aurowen. |
| Meris looks somewhat bemused, but seems to desire to keep momentary peace. |
| [Nerian] says: Tell this righteus woman that |
| Nim leans over and whispers something to Flit, looking up periodically at the women arguing. |
| [Havyn] says: You are the one overstepping your bounds ! |
| Meris lets outa sigh and wanders over to the side. |
| Cogitatus looks displeased, but keeps his comments to himself. |
| Aurowen cocks her head to the side in interest at the whisper. He ear promptly raises itself to be whispered into. |
| [Nerian] says: Leave me alone |
| Aldaeus Mutters, "Damn bickering, ruins everything..." and decides to leave. |
| Taegoros leans in and whispers to Shaun. |
| Lluwlyn cuddles up against Sirenne. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Finally. |
| Flit blinks, and turns to whisper to Nim. |
| Sirenne smiles at Lluwlyn. |
| Strand pauses, as Nerian leaves; returns to his place. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you. |
| Silanthos lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Meris shrugs and returns to the circle |
| Havyn mutters angrilly ..clearly not pleased with being told what to do |
| Strand gives Dahla a hopeful look. "I don't suppose you've another story of your friend." |
| Flit nods at Nim. |
| [Conol] says: The horde and the scourge put stresses upon us 'ol |
| Aurowen nods at Tizfiz and mutterst to him out of the cover of her mouth. |
| Dahla grins at Strand, immediately guessing his intention. "I always have a dog or two kicking around." |
| [Strand] says: The shaggiest dog I've ever seen? |
| Flit brightens. |
| Arrish draws her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. She looks rather angry, but untenses as Dahla rises. |
| Meris grumbles a bit. |
| [Dahla] says: Light knows, I could tell a story about a dog. |
| Tizfiz nods at Aurowen. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please, do. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| Shaun em smirks a bit a Dahla. |
| Aryss shudders |
| Havyn growls under her breath and sits again |
| Meris glances back at Havyn curiously. |
| Dahla clears her throat with a grin. "Well then. I'm sure by now, many of you know about my friend, the priest." |
| Aryss looks about desperately for some parsley to stuff in her ears |
| Flit grins and nods. |
| Strand grins, relaxing back. |
| [Dahla] says: And of course, this is a story about him. I've told stories of his travels throughout the world, but some of the oddest things happen to him right at home in Stormwind. |
| Arrish murmurs, "Magistrates." |
| Nim leans forward, listening to Dahla's story. |
| Aryss listens intently to Dahla. |
| [Trinn] says: ((Dahla's DSL just blinked. She'll be back in a second.)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((Good. Because I'm having a graphics glitch and I need to log.)) |
| Aryss is listening! |
| [Conol] says: Curseth Burning legion |
| Meris casts a concerned look to Alerac. |
| Alerac leans back at the log, just watching the story. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| Aryss blinks at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: ((So sorry, folks.)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((Oh, good. I didn't miss anything.)) |
| Flit grins conspiratorily at Nim. |
| Aryss braces for impact |
| [Dahla] says: Well, this story takes place in the Cathedral. You see, it was the middle of the night -- approaching the wee hours of the morning, when only truly odd people are up and about -- when there came a pounding on the Cathedral doors. |
| [Dahla] says: Naturally, my friend, the priest, was up and about at this time of night. |
| Strand tilts his head, expression a bit abstracted, listening. |
| Havyn glances at Veras casually |
| [Dahla] says: So he went to answer the door, pulling them open. Standing there was a very aggrieved-looking member of the Silver Hand. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, the paladin was quick to explain that he was on urgent business from the Order, but his horse had thrown a shoe not a moment out of the stables. |
| Veras leans back and rests on his palms |
| Havyn shrugs slightly at Meris as she answers her quietly |
| Dahla shakes her head. "And at that time of night? There simply were no horses left there, as they were all out on important business. So, this paladin had come to the Cathedral looking for help." |
| Aryss eyes Veras cautiously |
| Arrish listens to Dahla intently. |
| [Dahla] says: Sadly, my friend, the priest, explained that the Cathedral simply didn't have any horses to spare -- with blankets or otherwise. They were hard times, rebuilding -- just as we still are now -- and horses were a luxury they simply didn't have. |
| Trinn grins. |
| Strand chuckles quietly. |
| [Dahla] says: However, the paladin was insistant. He had to have _something_ to get him all the way to Menethil, and he had to depart _immediately_. |
| Meris smiles teasingly at Havyn. |
| [Rinsterixi] yells: RUN! |
| [Rinsterixi] yells: FURBOLGS IN LAKESHIRE! |
| [Rinsterixi] yells: FLAGGED |
| Dahla glances around the circle, smiling. "Well. My friend, the priest, told the Silver Hand member that they could certainly go take a look and see if there was anything available." |
| Havyn frowns angrilly at Meris as if she hit a soft spot. |
| [Dahla] says: So they poked around through the Cathedral, but they found nothing. Not even a priest willing to carry the paladin on his back. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| Arrish covers a smile with her hand. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, angry now, the paladin turned to go. But sitting there on the steps of the Cathedral... was a dog. |
| Cogitatus chuckles quietly. |
| Dahla clears her throat softly. "A shaggy dog." |
| Trinn starts laughing. |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh! |
| Cogitatus chuckles again. |
| [Dahla] says: A VERY shaggy dog. |
| Arrish raises her eyebrows. |
| Strand brightens. |
| Potar stifles a laugh. |
| Shaun grins. |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Fitz? |
| Aryss winces |
| Dahla looks positively innocent. "In fact, I think it was the shaggiest dog they'd ever seen." |
| Veras raises an eyebrow |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: Unfortunately... it wasn't Fitz, no. They'd never seen Fitz, or they would KNOW a shaggy dog when they saw one. |
| Shaun lets a few chuckles esape at that. |
| Nim grins. |
| [Dahla] says: No, no. This dog... well. |
| Havyn folds her arms in frustration as she shoots a reply at Meris. |
| Dahla winces. "He was a stray, you see. So he was kind of... mangy." |
| [Dahla] says: But he was BIG! |
| Strand lifts a hand a ways off the ground, looking inquisitive. |
| [Dahla] says: In fact, he was as big as those worgs you see some orcs ride. |
| [Nim] says: S'pretty big... |
| [Dahla] says: But... he also smelled. |
| Flit blinks, astonished. |
| Arrish nudges Strand and points upward. |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow. |
| [Dahla] says: Bad. |
| Strand lifts his hand higher. |
| [Dahla] says: As he'd been rolling in fish. And garbage. And... |
| Dahla laughs and points at Strand. "Clarification needed?" |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ewww. |
| Flit crinkles her nose. |
| Cogitatus chuckles softly. |
| Strand asks, "This high?" |
| Trinn grins over at Strand. |
| Dahla laughs and nods. "Absolutely." |
| Strand nods, satisfied. "Thank you." |
| [Dahla] says: After all... the paladin was looking at this dog rather expectantly. |
| [Dahla] says: In fact... he seemed to be thinking very, very hard about this dog. |
| [Cogitatus] says: It sounds to me like the paladin was thinking of riding the dog. |
| Cogitatus realizes that he's speaking a bit out-of-turn. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, I'll shut up now. |
| Dahla nods at Cogitatus. "That was my friend's worry. Because you see, a paladin's horse..." |
| [Dahla] says: They're big. Strong. Lovely, but... strong. Meant to carry obscene amounts of metal and weaponry. |
| Trinn nods at that one. |
| Cogitatus nods. |
| Flit nods. |
| Strand grins over to Trinn. |
| Potar shrugs and nods in acknowledgement. |
| [Dahla] says: And as the paladin turned to my friend, the priest, triumphant, he said "All right! I'll ride this dog, mangy cur that he is... he ought to survive the journey." |
| [Dahla] says: "... maybe." |
| Havyn shoots Meris a cold look before sitting back |
| [Dahla] says: Well. My friend, the priest, simply shook his head, and he smiled sadly at the paladin. |
| Flit winces for the poor dog. |
| [Dahla] says: "My friend, I simply send a Knight out on a dog like that." |
| [Dahla] says: Couldn't! Light, couldn't. |
| Strand mouths the words, slowly. |
| Arrish looks pained. |
| Arrish looks very pained. |
| Aryss groans and considers ways to end the pain... |
| Flit winces, not for the dog this time. |
| Dahla rolls her eyes at herself. "I simply couldn't send a knight out, on a dog like that." She nods, satisfied. |
| Trinn snickers. |
| [Strand] says: Ngh. |
| [Medrith] yells: Now get out of here you lazy maggots! |
| Dahla grins at the winces, and finds her seat. |
| Trinn snickers again, and starts clapping. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Arrish applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| You clap excitedly for Dahla. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Tinket claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Silanthos claps excitedly. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Conol claps excitedly. |
| Havyn gives Meris a look as if to check the thoughts behind her words |
| Veras rolls his eyes yet gives a clap or two |
| Shaun grins wickedly. |
| Cogitatus claps in confusion for a moment, then suddenly gets the joke. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you, Dahla. I think. Urk. |
| Meris continues whispering to Havyn, not paying as much attention as she probably should to the crowd. |
| [Conol] says: Well all, I must take my leave, safe journey to ye all |
| Conol bows down graciously. |
| [Strand] says: Safe travels, Conol. |
| Veras waves at Conol. |
| [Silanthos] says: Fare the well. |
| Arrish waves goodbye to Conol. Farewell! |
| Nim waves goodbye to Conol. Farewell! |
| [Trinn] says: Good night, Conol! |
| Cogitatus waves at Conol. |
| Jorii waves goodbye to Conol. Farewell! |
| [Silanthos] says: *thee, even. |
| Aryss eyes Conol up and down. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyone want some food while we sit and listen? |
| Strand looks around, still grinning. "Who dares to follow that?" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I ain't ready quite yet, Mr. Strand. |
| Trinn looks at Strand questioningly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Of course, I'm sure you've got another Mellor story in store for us? |
| Meris chews on her lower lip. "Met Lothorial yet, Havyn?" |
| Havyn lowers her head a moment...but quickly looks to Meris |
| Veras looks about |
| [Veras] says: I have a short little tale. |
| [Veras] says: To fill in the gap. |
| [Strand] says: I keep thinking of the dog... ah, thank you, Soothsayer. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please. :) |
| Havyn shakes her head at Meris |
| Meris raises an eyebrow at Veras. |
| Dahla looks over to Veras with surprise, then a smile. |
| Flit smiles at Veras. |
| Arrish looks watchfully at Veras. |
| [Veras] says: My story has to do with the quest for knowlege. |
| Nim smiles at Veras. |
| Alerac closes his eyes and nods at Veras. |
| Potar nods slightly to Veras, intrigued. |
| Havyn turns her attention to Veras |
| Cogitatus listens to Veras. |
| [Veras] says: A student of philosophy once spent years and years reading books, and yet never was happy. |
| Aryss warms her hands by the fire |
| Nim leans over and whispers something to Flit. |
| Strand tilts his head, interested. |
| [Veras] says: One day, while out shopping for food, he stopped at a butchers. |
| [Feyrin] yells: Ah! |
| [Nerian] yells: Feyrin! |
| [Veras] says: The Butcher looked to him and noded, the student asked "Good sir, which cut of meat is the best"? |
| Flit studies Veras as he speaks. |
| Havyn leans over to Meris and speaks quietly |
| [Veras] says: The Butcher answered "Why; All my cuts of meat are the best" |
| Arrish tilts her head a bit, listening to Veras. |
| Aryss looks worried |
| Cogitatus mutters "Uh-oh". |
| [Veras] says: The Student. Was instantly enlightened. |
| [Veras] says: After all his years of reading; it took a snarky butcher, to teach him. |
| Arrish looks confused. |
| Flit applauds at Veras. Bravo! |
| [Silanthos] says: ... |
| Strand looks thoughtful, then claps. |
| [Silanthos] says: I will have to ponder that. |
| Trinn titls her head, looking pensive. |
| Cogitatus shifts his eyes back-and-forth briefly in confusion. |
| Nim seems confused by that, but claps anyway. |
| Aryss grins nervously |
| Nim claps excitedly. |
| Dahla shakes her head with a soft chuckle, applauding. |
| Meris furrows her brow, seemingly a tad perplexed by Veras' gesture. |
| Havyn stands slowly to take leave |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Potar thinks upon it a bit, then smiles at the creative story. |
| Meris watches Havyn rise. 'Leaving so soon? We'd barely just..." |
| Havyn smirks at Meris ' Do not worry...I will seek you out,. You have much to tell' |
| [Strand] says: Right; Mellor seems sort of right to follow that, you know? |
| [Dahla] says: Most definitely. |
| [Flit] says: Oooh. |
| Strand then looks alarmed. |
| Strand looks down at Arrish. |
| Havyn mutters a good bye |
| [Flit] says: I'm as big as a dwarf! |
| [Arrish] says: You could tell the story of Mellor and the dog. |
| Nim coughs awkwardly. |
| [Nim] says: Oops. |
| Arrish peers at Strand and Trinn. |
| [Arrish] says: Er? |
| Dahla blinks at Strand. "Getting a bit big for your position as surrogate h -- oh." |
| [Cogitatus] says: I don't think I've heard the story of Mellor and the dog. |
| [Strand] says: Oh, thank the Light. |
| Potar looks down at his waterskin and wonders what he put in it to do such a thing. |
| Trinn looks relieved. |
| [Arrish] says: Er. |
| Flit stifles a giggle. |
| Strand stands, exceedingly carefully. |
| [Trinn] says: Hm. So. Mouse? Regular-sized mouse? |
| [Strand] says: There's a story about Mellor and stilts, but I'll save that one. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Nim] says: You save a lot of them. |
| [Flit] says: Wouldn't want to run out. |
| Strand smiles. "There are a lot of Tuesday nights left." |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thursday nights. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Tuesdays are for Philosophy, remember? |
| Cogitatus smiles at you. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor is too clever to be trapped in a single night. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Nim grins. |
| [Strand] says: Or, for that matter, a single story. Which is why there are so many of them. |
| [Strand] says: This one is the story of how Mellor travelled to Darnassus. There are many Mellor stories, as you all know, but this is the one I will tell tonight. |
| Arrish settles back a little, smiling faintly to Strand. |
| [Nerian] yells: Feyrin! |
| Strand rolls his shoulders. "So, Mellor is a very clever field mouse, but he's mostly known in human lands. The Kaldorei don't tell many Mellor stories, and thus Mellor had never been to Darnassus." |
| Flit smiles. |
| [Strand] says: However, one day he heard about the city that lives in the branches of the tallest tree in the world. And, being a curious field mouse, decided he wanted to go there. |
| Aerlyn 's armor clinks as she walks in, and she searches for a spot. She removes her helm and shakes her head, letting out her hair. |
| [Strand] says: So he set off. Scurry, scurry little field mouse! It's a long journey up through the Burning Steppes, past the dragons... |
| Potar smiles at Aerlyn. |
| Aerlyn smiles at Potar. |
| Strand crouches, miming the field mouse. "Past the elementals, to Ironforge. Where he had tea." |
| Dahla chuckles as she listens. |
| Arrish nods to herself. |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| Veras quirks an eyebrow |
| [Nim] says: Dwarves don't drink things without alcohol! |
| [Strand] says: You've never had dwarven tea? |
| [Strand] says: Don't try it when you need to be someplace the next morning. |
| Strand shudders. |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| [Veras] says: Noted. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Nim nods and hushes up. |
| [Strand] says: From Ironforge, he went up through the dwarven lands, through the Wetlands, to Menethil -- a town with much to recommend it. But for Mellor, mostly he cared about the boats. |
| Flit shivers. |
| Aryss eyes Alerac's eyepiece approvingly |
| [Strand] says: He took passage on the Maiden's Pride. By 'took passage,' of course, I mean that he snuck on in the dead of night, since field mice are the only thing sneakier than... oh, we'll say sneakier than Ingarath. Since he's not here. |
| Arahshiel grins. |
| Nim grins. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Strand] says: That morning, the ship set out for Teldrassil. And the ship arrived at Teldrassil. |
| Dahla laughs softly. "He could be. He's that sneaky." |
| [Strand] says: But -- well. Do you think Mellor was on it when it arrived? |
| Trinn immediately shakes her head. |
| Arrish says very quietly, "Of course not." |
| [Nim] says: Yes! |
| [Silanthos] says: I certainly hope so! |
| Flit opens her mouth to say something and closes it again, waiting. |
| Nim just decides to throw that out there. |
| [Dahla] says: It's a Mellor story! No, he wasn't. |
| [Cogitatus] says: The Great Sea is not a good place to go for a swim. |
| [Shaun] says: Can mice swim? |
| [Strand] says: Alas, Trinn and Arrish are correct. There's a thing about oceans; they're populated by waves. And Mellor had no hands with which to hold onto a rope. |
| Strand mimes a field mouse getting washed overboard by a fairly diligent wave. He sputters. |
| Flit turns slightly green. |
| [Strand] says: He was washed all the way back to Menethil, where he spent the next two days drying off. |
| Arrish nods sadly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: One would think that such a clever field mouse would have stayed *below* decks. |
| Arahshiel sighs. "Poor Mellor." |
| Strand shakes himself off. "Afterwards, he thought about it for a while, and -- well, he's Mellor. He came up with a new plan." |
| [Nim] says: Get on the boat again? |
| [Strand] says: He searched around Menethil until he found a gnomish engineer. |
| Trinn grins. |
| Flit nods approvingly. |
| Dahla winces. |
| Arrish covers a smile. |
| Shaun smirks a bit. |
| Gilleon scratches his chin grinning. |
| Nim smiles and leans forward, liking where this is going. |
| [Strand] says: And he hired this engineer, at the princely sum of ten coppers, to create him a craft capable of spanning the /vast/ distance to Darnassus. |
| Strand pauses. "You can't buy that many parts for ten coppers." |
| Taegoros folds his arms and smiles with amusement. |
| Dahla rubs her brow. |
| Meris uncorks a skin of ale and sips from it. |
| [Strand] says: But, you know, gnomes are /good/ engineers. So after a few days, the engineer came up with something which was capable of passing through the ocean. |
| Flit beams. |
| [Strand] says: Not... over the ocean, but through the ocean. |
| Gilleon looks concerned... |
| [Strand] says: So Mellor strapped the contraption on, and leaped into the Great Sea, right off the end of the dock. |
| Flit 's smile fades and she bites her lip. |
| [Strand] says: Well. Do you think Mellor managed to get to Darnassus this time? |
| [Veras] says: Doubtful |
| Nim nods. |
| Arahshiel shakes her head a little. "Probably not." |
| Arrish shakes her head sadly and murmurs, "Of course not." |
| Gilleon shakes his head. |
| Dahla shakes her head. "I hope he survived, though." |
| [Shaun] says: Not really. |
| [Nim] says: Yup! He got across fine this time! |
| Strand nods rather sadly. "No. I want to emphasize that the engineering was perfect, but... for ten coppers, you don't get a diving helmet to go with the submersible." |
| Trinn nods sadly. |
| Strand adds, "Blub." |
| Flit closes her eyes and hugs her knees to her chest. |
| Gilleon chuckles lightly. |
| Taegoros chuckles at the mental image. |
| [Cogitatus] says: That would be a significant oversight, yes. |
| [Strand] says: But Mellor survived, because he's awfully clever and came up with a complex plan to escape from the bottom of the sea. |
| Arrish makes a face. |
| [Strand] says: It's too complex to explain here and now. |
| Arahshiel scratches Mistwalker behind the ears, leaning into the strength of the big cat as she listens. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ooops. |
| Strand grins at Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Might want to step aside from the flames, Strand. |
| [Strand] says: And -- after another two days of drying off -- he settled down to think of another plan. |
| [Strand] says: Something, this time, that would not overly involve the water. Mellor was a little uncertain about the water. |
| Silanthos winks slyly at Arahshiel. |
| Flit nods weakly. |
| Arahshiel grins wickedly at Silanthos. |
| [Strand] says: And, since he is the /cleverest/ field mouse, he had a clever idea. This time, he went and found a pelican. |
| Dahla bites her lip, uncertain if this is such a good thing. |
| Cogitatus mutters "Uh-oh". |
| Arahshiel smiles with amusement. |
| [Strand] says: You know pelicans, with the gigantic beaks? Mmm, you do. |
| Meris glances over her shoulder at Lothoria. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Indeed. |
| Gilleon shakes head..."this can only end poorly." |
| Arrish looks rueful. |
| Aerlyn rolls her eyes, not particularly interested in the children's tale. She leans back on her arms, her legs outstretched before her. |
| Lothorial nods to Meris. |
| [Strand] says: And he brought the fish he'd just caught with him. 'Hey, pelican! I will trade you this very large fish for a ride across the ocean!' |
| [Strand] says: The pelican thought about it for a while -- pelicans aren't so clever -- and eventually said 'All right, as long as I get another fish at the other side.' |
| [Strand] says: Mellor agreed, and climbed into the pelican's beak, and they set forth. |
| [Strand] says: Flap, flap, large-beaked pelican! |
| Trinn keeps grinning, watching Strand. |
| [Strand] says: The pelican was strong, more than able to make it to Darnassus. |
| [Strand] says: The breeze was with the travellers. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor was determined. |
| [Strand] says: Do you think the pelican carried him all the way to Darnassus? |
| Aryss mouths the word "no" |
| Arrish shakes her head sadly. |
| Flit opens one eye at a time and looks up at Strand hopefully. |
| [Silanthos] says: Let me think on this one.....no. |
| Taegoros shakes his head no, getting the flow of the Mellor story. |
| [Veras] says: I am begining to doubt he ever will make it. |
| [Strand] says: Alas. While many factors were in Mellor's favor, one was not -- not something he could have foreseen, mind you. |
| [Arrish] says: There's always /hope/. |
| [Trinn] says: Oh, dear. |
| Strand grins to Arrish. "Mellor always hopes. It's why I like him." |
| Gilleon shakes his head. |
| [Cogitatus] says: The pelican had heart failure? |
| [Strand] says: This time... well, he hoped he wasn't actually becoming airsick. But he was wrong about that. He was. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh dear. |
| Arahshiel sighs. "Uh oh." |
| Gilleon bursts into a small laughter, but quickly regains his composure. |
| [Strand] says: The pelican decided that one fish, or even two fish, was not enough payment for a field mouse sicking up all over, and with all due apologies, he returned Mellor to Menethil. |
| Arrish looks mildly wry, shaking her head. |
| [Silanthos] says: ... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, to be fair, he is a field mouse. He's not exactly well-adapted to ocean travel. |
| [Strand] says: He returned the fish. An honest pelican, to be sure. |
| Nim smiles. |
| Flit blinks. |
| [Strand] says: And Mellor noted that the sun was setting; it was late in the day. |
| [Strand] says: So he turned and made the long journey back to Stormwind. |
| Meris rubs her forehead absently. |
| Dahla shakes her head sadly. |
| [Strand] says: When he got home, Mrs. Mellor was waiting for him, as she almost always is. |
| [Strand] says: But -- she didn't have dinner ready. Mellor looked rather confused. |
| [Strand] says: 'Hello,' she said. 'I hope you had a good day. I have a surprise for you.' Well, Mellor looked pleased at that. |
| Aryss massages her knuckles |
| [Strand] says: Although still hungry. |
| [Strand] says: 'What's the surprise?' he asked. |
| [Strand] says: She beamed. 'I've gotten reservations for us in the best restaurant in Stormwind! Best field mouse restaurant, that is.' |
| Flit brightens. |
| Arrish looks amused. |
| [Strand] says: 'And it's in the middle of the Park; Darnassian field mouse waiters, Darnassian field mouse cuisine, and a view of the moonwell.' |
| Nim grins. |
| Arahshiel smiles. |
| Flit smiles. |
| Shaun smiles at that. |
| Myriddn lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Dahla shakes her head, smiling. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor started to say something, and she said quickly, 'And no commenting on their ears.' |
| Taegoros grins. |
| Nim snickers. |
| Trinn laughs. |
| [Strand] says: So the two of them went off and had dinner, and enjoyed it very much. |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| Arrish giggles very softly. |
| Gilleon chuckles. |
| Silanthos laughs. |
| [Strand] says: And that is the story of how Mellor tried and failed to get to Darnassus, but found out that there's a little bit of everything almost everywhere. |
| [Strand] says: There are many Mellor stories, but that is the one I told you tonight. And I thank you all for the listening. |
| Nim claps excitedly for you. |
| Trinn applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Flit claps excitedly for you. |
| Taegoros claps excitedly for you. |
| Potar smiles and nods respectfully to Strand. |
| Nim claps excitedly for you. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for you. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for you. |
| Potar claps excitedly for you. |
| Dahla applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Gilleon claps excitedly for you. |
| Strand makes a sweeping, cheerful bow, with a grin. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for you. |
| Meris smiles at Strand. |
| Jorii claps excitedly. |
| Nim claps excitedly for you. |
| Aryss grins wickedly. |
| Taegoros moves slightly, to not block Strand's veiw. |
| Gilleon watches to see if someone else takes the stance. |
| Meris lets out a sigh, eyeing the somewaht lessened crowd. |
| Alerac exists. |
| Aryss eyes Gilleon up and down. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Alerac. |
| Flit nods approvingly at Alerac. |
| Strand says cheerfully, "So... it grows late, but there's time for more. Would anyone else care to take the center of the circle?" |
| [Gilleon] says: is there someone else? |
| Aerlyn thinks... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Two minutes, please! |
| [Gilleon] says: I have a tale to share? |
| [Meris] says: There may be someone who had been -- Fizzle? |
| Gilleon nods. |
| [Meris] says: Do you have an announcement, or soemthing, from the Hounds? |
| Arrish shudders as Alerac shoots the boar. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I have a painfully long story of general incompetence. |
| [Jorii] says: sorry to interpupt but i must take my leave -- bye all |
| [Meris] says: You said, "2 minutes". |
| Jorii waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Veras waves at Jorii. |
| Cogitatus waves at Jorii. |
| [Alerac] says: We don't need to hear your autobiography, Fiz. |
| Trinn gives Arrish a worried look. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: As in, give me two minutes to finish writing it! |
| Potar waves goodbye to Jorii. Farewell! |
| Aerlyn laughs. |
| [Aerlyn] says: Indeed. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Gilleon chuckles. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: If anyone else wishes to go, feel free. |
| Dahla grins. "That gent over there had a story while Fizzle finishes." |
| [Meris] says: Then. Let the other fellow speak. |
| Strand looks across to Gilleon. "Did you have something, sir?" |
| Arrish rubs her forehead, and looks to Gilleon. |
| Strand nods, and looks back to Arrish. |
| [Gilleon] says: I do, a tale I heard once. |
| Arahshiel looks towards Meris, an eyebrow rising. |
| Nim looks over to Gilleon, waiting expectantly. |
| Gilleon looks around the fire, seeing all the new faces. Reconising only a few. |
| Silanthos listens intently to Gilleon. |
| Veras tilts his head |
| [Gilleon] says: Well, my tale begins at sea, as most sailor tales do |
| Chroy smiles at Gilleon and nods slightly. |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Gilleon. |
| [Gilleon] says: I served on a merchant vessel, I was an 'accounted' and held an offical position, good pay, little work, and all that, but there was one thing we dreaded |
| Silanthos winks slyly at Arahshiel. |
| [Gilleon] says: Pirates, and not like those in the stories, the real kind, a real menace. |
| Arrish listens to Gilleon, frowning slightly. |
| [Nim] says: Like Brakan and Cairoth. |
| Nim nods, listening. |
| Meris chuckles at NIm. |
| [Gilleon] says: and as fate would have it, on my last voyage we were assualted by one of their kinds, a Gilder Stormrage I believe, fierce man, he offered us quarter and since we had no weapons, took the offer. |
| Arrish sighs and mutters to herself. |
| [Gilleon] says: he then invited us, the officiers, to a dinner on his ship, I mean he was the captor, we couldn't refuse |
| Flit blinks. |
| Silanthos grins wickedly at Arahshiel. |
| Aerlyn raises an eyebrow, and listens interestedly. |
| Aerlyn leans forward slightly. |
| [Gilleon] says: we ate, we even laughed as he shared stories with us, but at the end of the night he told me one story that stuck with me, and that is the tale I am here to share with you all. |
| Strand 's ears pinken slightly. |
| [Gilleon] says: he told us, that on his long voyages he heard a story, a Tauren myth, one which has also stuck to his memory |
| Gilleon watches the crowd, catching his breath. |
| Cogitatus listens intently. |
| [Gilleon] says: he began, do you know why sometimes it rains for three nights and three days off the coasts of Kalimdor, a soft unending rain, no storms, just soft rainfall? |
| Arrish blinks suddenly, and looks over at Trinn. |
| Aryss eyes Chroy up and down. |
| [Gilleon] says: me and the rest of our crew just shook our heads, he then answered to us... |
| Cogitatus assumes that it's a rhetorical question and continues listening, keeping his thoughts to himself. |
| [Gilleon] says: it is because, the Tauren's believe that the Earth Mother, their patron diety weeps for those that are forgotton. |
| [Gilleon] says: we all stood in shock, a pirate speaking of Tauren myths, ofcourse he dismissed our disbelief and continued stating he knew the origins of this myth |
| Gilleon again pauses, taking a breath, wetting his lips. |
| [Gilleon] says: he says, it all started with a Night Elf, ofcourse we did not believe it, why would a Tauren have a myth that starts with the Night Elves. |
| Arrish laces her hands together and looks down at them. |
| [Gilleon] says: he ignored our postering and continued his tale, it was many years ago, this Night Elf was appereantly a good man |
| Trinn looks over at Arrish. |
| [Gilleon] says: well Elf I mean, sorry, but as I was saying, he was respected, loved, and had a wife, it was perfect for this Night Elf |
| [Gilleon] says: till one day by accident he came into contact with the Burning Legion, it somehow changed him, he began to act in violant and hateful manner. |
| [Gilleon] says: despite all the good he done, his people, his friends though he has sided with the enemy, they never once asked why he changed |
| Arrish murmurs softly to Trinn. |
| [Gilleon] says: this Night Elf would not let himself be so easily taken down this dark path and used all his will all his might to resist the curroption that infected him |
| Trinn looks back to Arrish, surprised. |
| Aerlyn 's attention seems divided. While she is interested in the story, she discreetly examines the man next to her. |
| [Gilleon] says: he was able to convince his brother to banish him and his "possesor" into the deep, away from this world |
| [Gilleon] says: a task his brother taken solemnly, but there was one other favour that he asked of him, not to tell anyone the truth |
| Cogitatus puts his face in his hands as he realizes his mistake with the campfire. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry about that. Please, continue. |
| Potar looks to Gilleon with interest, one of the few tales he has not heard. |
| [Gilleon] says: "why?" the borther asked, but he already knew the answer, too many have accepted the false reality of his treachery that if the truth was spoken, many would be more wounded by the knowledge they let their friend die |
| [Gilleon] says: the man, or Night Elf, wished that he be merely forgotton, to become a lost memory... his brother accepted and thus banished his brother and never spoke the truth. |
| Cogitatus stares at the ground in front of him as he thinks about this. |
| [Gilleon] says: obviously the Taurens come into the picture somewhere, and well duely as expected it was here, another knew the truth, a wise elder Tauren that acted as a mentor to this brother |
| Strand looks down for a moment, smiling to himself, sudden. |
| [Gilleon] says: the brother spoke to his mentor, told him what has happened and told him that all of creation could be damned for letting his brother be forgotton as a villian |
| Cogitatus looks at Gilleon and tilts his head to one side. |
| [Gilleon] says: his mentor told him that not all would forget him, that the Earth Mother will remember his sacrifice and she will weep for him |
| Chroy smiles slightly, accepting the story, and enjoying it at the same time. |
| Arrish frowns, watching the fire now, though still listening. |
| [Gilleon] says: even before the brother could have objected, a drop of rain fell on his face, and as promised, the skies ran for three days and three nights. |
| Cogitatus blinks a few times as he tears slightly; then rubs the corner of his eye with a finger. |
| [Gilleon] says: we obviously did not believe the myth, and that is when Gilder told us, he too did not believe it untill one day he saw it for himself |
| [Gilleon] says: he had a deckhand, a small boy which no other member of his crew took notice, he was prety much not even considered a member of the crew |
| [Gilleon] says: one day his ship was attacked by a sea monster, and the boy sacrificed himself to save the ship, he took a keg of powder and let the beast eat him |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and detonated the powder from inside? |
| Aerlyn smiles. "Very brave." |
| [Chroy] says: Smart kid... |
| [Gilleon] says: aye he did the brave lad, you can imagine what happened after, but alas none of the crew saw this but for the captain |
| Aerlyn frowns, anticipating that the vile pirate will take the credit. |
| Potar smiles and looks down, barely muttering a prayer for such a heroic act. |
| Aerlyn smiles at Potar. |
| [Gilleon] says: no one even weeped or give him tribute for his sacrifice, they did not even realise one of their member was missing, they all began to say someone places the trap, each buccaneer taking credit for it |
| [Gilleon] says: but Gilder knew the truth, he just frowned and went to his cabin |
| Strand leans over, murmuring to Trinn. |
| [Gilleon] says: there he realised.. it began to rain, and the rain did not stop for 3 days and 3 nights, since then, he now also believes this myth to be true. |
| Arrish looks rather pained. |
| [Gilleon] says: and everytime he does see the rains of the Earth Mother, he pays a moment of silence and tribute for the sacrifice of someone forgotton. |
| Cogitatus looks solemn as he listens. |
| [Gilleon] says: then he let us all go, and gave us more than quarter to have allowed him to share his story |
| Cogitatus nods. |
| Gilleon looks down sadly. |
| Chroy closes his eyes and offers a moment of silence for the lost souls. |
| Veras shifts weight and yawns |
| [Gilleon] says: since that day, I decided I shall also respect this old legend, just as the Pirate Gilder Stormrage has. |
| Meris runs a hand through her hair and curls her knees to her chest. |
| Flit applauds at Gilleon. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus sighs. |
| Fizzlepocket claps excitedly for Arrish. |
| Gilleon goes silent and waits for a moment before stepping back. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I do have a question. |
| [Gilleon] says: yes? |
| Strand looks up, blinking, and claps. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Does the myth say how a tauren came ot be the mentor of a night elf? |
| Gilleon bows to the applauds he heard. |
| Meris gives Gilleon a strange look. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Chroy nods quietly to Gilleon, acknowledging his finish, and thanking him for the story. |
| Arahshiel claps quietly, a melancholy look on her face. |
| [Gilleon] says: hmm, that is a good question, from what I discussed with the captain, he told me that he believes both were Druidic members |
| [Gilleon] says: the Tauren came to his aid in dealing with his curropted brother |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hmmm.... Interesting. Thank you. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Gilleon. |
| Gilleon bows before Cogitatus. |
| [Arrish] says: Oh, yes. Druids. |
| Fizzlepocket looks up... "Quite an act to follow." |
| [Cogitatus] says: I will take my leave. |
| Chroy pats the ground beside him, offering Gilleon a seat. |
| [Gilleon] says: thank you all for your time. |
| Fizzlepocket nods at Gilleon. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I should hone my skills before I retire to sleep. |
| Flit smiles. |
| Cogitatus bows down graciously. |
| Trinn smiles at Gilleon. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, I have quite a story to tell tonight. |
| Veras waves at Cogitatus. |
| Meris nods at Gilleon and then wavs to Cogitatus. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: But I warn you, it's quite long. |
| [Strand] says: Is it the second part? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The second part! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good night, everyone. It was a pleasure listening to you all. Would anyone like some of my cooked food before I go? |
| Gilleon returns the smile to Trin, nodding to her in thanks. |
| [Chroy] says: Night, mate. |
| Arrish claps slowly to Gilleon, and then looks to Fizzlepocket, rather relieved. |
| [Strand] says: I'll take some ribs, if you've got any still. |
| Meris casts a worried glance at Alerac. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: If you need to use the restroom, there is a tree there... |
| Fizzlepocket points over yonder. |
| Shaun was here the whole time, really. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And a tree there. |
| Fizzlepocket points over yonder. |
| Trinn leans to her left a bit, watching Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Feel free to do as you wish. |
| Nim snickers. |
| Aerlyn glares angrily at Veras. |
| Cogitatus bows before you. |
| Veras sneezes |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now, as I told you guys last week, I am a self-proclaimed war hero. |
| Silanthos bows down graciously. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh, that's right. I only heard the first part of this. |
| Gilleon looks up to the Gnome. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, I suppose my training can wait. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Taegoros yawns, and nods to Arrish before taking his leave from the circle. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I had traveled to Ironforge, and hoped only to get some Thick Leather shipped to me, but dthat didn't happen. |
| Trinn nods politely at Taegoros. |
| You wave at Taegoros. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Instead, I met the most beautiful night elf... who, let's be honest here, people, she totally wanted me. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Flit rolls her eyes. |
| Aryss cocks an eyebrow at Fizzlepocket |
| Lothorial smirks to herself. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: She asked me for help, and, while under the influence of her sweet siren song... I agreed. |
| Arrish blinks at Fizzlepocket. |
| Dahla grins at Fizzle. "Who wouldn't? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The next thing I know, I'm in the Warsong Gulch. |
| Aryss snorts |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And that was where I left off last. |
| Gilleon looks to the Gnome, his face smirking. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, my friends, tonight, I intend to finish this story, so you can all go back to sleeping at night, and whatever else you... do. |
| Meris picks up a stick and starts to draw a circle in the dirt around herself. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Pandemonium had broken loose in...record time, it seems. It hadn't even been five minutes since the gate lowered, but already, the Alliance unit, who will be referred to as this point on as "Lemmings" for their rather... interesting tactics... |
| Cogitatus laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: charged headfirst into the Horde unit who were, up to that point, just loitering outside the tunnel of the Warsong Mill, having idle chit-chat of whatever the hell a gaggle of orcs, trolls, and forsaken would discuss in such times of war. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Of course, I wasn't anywhere near the lot. |
| Strand stretches. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I sighed, observing through my spyglass from my vantage point near the Kal'dorei graveyard as several of the Lemmings literally THREW themselves onto the pikes, swords, and halberds that the Horde were packin'... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I mean, I'm all for the mass execution of the idiotic male population five feet and over for the most part, but this was just... sad. |
| Fizzlepocket shrugs a little... |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Meriane pokes Shaun. Hey! |
| Gilleon chuckles as he looks over. |
| Arrish gives Fizzlepocket a bemused look. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I shoved my spyglass into my bag of swag absent-mindedly, stood up to wipe the dirt and ash off the seat of my pants, and hoisted my other bag, packed with explosives over my shoulder. |
| Meriane listens intently to Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I'd much rather have these idiots run to the slaughter when I'm not around, but meh, they'll make for an adequate distraction. |
| Fizzlepocket grins... |
| Cogitatus smiles and says "Heh." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I looked down at my feet, for no real reason other than to give my creators up there the idea that I was in mourning for my comrades, and possibly garner brownie points for that one fateful day, when I finally do leave this.... GAH! |
| Arrish looks over to Meriane and nods a little. |
| Flit blinks. |
| Meriane nods back. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I threw my arms up in self defense, only to be trampled by several of my previously deceased teammates on their mounts. I'm sure you can imagine my initial reaction of shock, followed by confusion, and was soon proceeded by anger at this. |
| Aryss eyes Havyn up and down. |
| Meris starts to get up, the spies Havyn and jumps back a bit. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I got back up slowly, and continued my way. The path leading down from the Alliance base was still quite slick and hazardous, but I made my way down without injury, deep in thought. I admit... |
| Havyn retakes her seat absently whiping the blood from her hand |
| Havyn glances at Meris |
| Strand smiles to himself, leaning over to murmur again. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: it was very disorienting to have the same nine people dying over and over again. Perhaps this entire ordeal was simulated combat between the two factions, or merely an illusion cast by that Night Elf. All doubts were gone, once I was close enough... |
| Meris casts a frown down at Havyn, looking a bit torn. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... to hear the screaming. |
| Flit winces. |
| Havyn looks over to see Alerac and smirks to herself |
| Cogitatus winces. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: "OH GOD! MY ORGAAAAAANS!" An elf cried out! |
| Meris leans over to whisper to Alerac. |
| Trinn nods back at Strand, smiling. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: "M'EH EERS!" A dwarf bellowed! |
| Meriane cringes. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: "NOT M'EH LIVAH!! I NEED DAT TO DRU-INK!!" Screamed a third, obviously another dwarf... |
| Havyn glances over her shoulder |
| Meriane giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... I have no idea why they were so willing to die, over and over again if it was so painful, but I digress. |
| Meris blinks at Fizzlepocket's almost unnecessary use of volume. |
| Flit grimaces. "Worst. . . .dwarven accent. . . .ever . . . " |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was music to my ears. But, like all good things, it came to an end, and an eerie silence fell over the battleground. That is, until the cycle started anew."ALL O!" The leader cried out again. |
| Havyn looks to Lothorial a moment |
| Nim nods to Flit's statement and continues listening. |
| Lothorial returns a blank absent minded stare. |
| Xenkore waves. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: While we're discussing the impossibilities of the Lemmings constantly reanimating from half a mile where they died, let's talk strategy. The Lemmings, it seemed, had this crazy idea that if they were constantly assaulting the same entrance... |
| Havyn smirks and stands |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: with every man they got, while at the same time leaving their own flag, their own flag(!) without anyone there whatsoever to defend it, they'd be able to overpower the opposition, steal their banner, and run right back to the base, no resistance at all! |
| Havyn speaks quietly |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That was the IDEAL plan, of course. |
| Cogitatus smiles and says "Heh." |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: However, the Horde weren't willing to cooperate as much as our Lemmings had hoped they would. Instead, they caught on after the second assault, and to counter this, they sent at least eight of their sharpshooters down into that very same entrance. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Do you think the Lemmings adapted to this new development, and focused their attacks elsewhere in order to catch the overconfident Horde offguard? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well? |
| Veras looks to Fizzle |
| [Veras] says: No. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Given that you've taken to naming them "Lemmings", I'm guessing.... |
| Strand shakes his head sadly. "No. They didn't have Mellor." |
| [Chroy] says: Not partucularly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: No. |
| Lothorial whispers under her breath. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That's right! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: No! |
| [Flit] says: Aw. . . |
| Arrish sighs. "Lemmings aren't as clever as field mice, even." |
| Meriane giggles at you. |
| Gilleon scratches his chin, smiling. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Chroy grins as he raises an eyebrow. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Upon entering the field, I started to turn to my right, and continued my trek across the field in a southwestern direction. It was a true struggle, as the afternoon's rain had turned the entire field into a thick stew of mud, grass, and the occasional... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: twig. The weight from my pack was starting to take its toll, as I've started to sink further and further into the mud with every step. By the time I finally reached solid ground, with solid ground being the stone path up the ramp to the Mill, my knees.. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Completely covered in mud! |
| Havyn grins slightly |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now, I admit, the Warsong Mill wasn't anywhere near as intimidating as it appeared when I was prowling behind the Iron Gates in the Night Elf Base, even when you consider the rather unsettling number of corpses wedged into the Warsong Mill's... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: primary access point. By my count, it was starting to reach the triple digits, and the smell sure wasn't helping my concentration. |
| Trinn grimaces. |
| Nim makes a face. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Fizzlepocket makes a rather over-exaggerated face. |
| [Strand] says: Ewg. |
| Havyn glances at Lothorial |
| Lothorial smiles to herself. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: But, my Inner Goblin Engineer was focused, I was calm and collected... nothing could go wrong. |
| Gilleon smirks at the last comment. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I wiped the caked mud as best I could off my plate, I opened my sack, and pulled out several pieces of black, imitation leather. |
| Havyn smirks |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: My mission, was not to steal the flag. |
| [Flit] says: Naga hide? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I couldn't give a damn about that stupid thing. |
| Meriane groans. |
| Chroy mouths the words 'Inner Goblin Engineer' as he cocks an eyebrow. |
| Cogitatus chuckles quietly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I glanced around a little, before my eyes fell onto a private little ledge where I could change without having to worry about any sort of assault. |
| Lothorial smirks back. |
| Havyn glances at Lothorial and tilts her head as if in thought. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I threw my plate armor into my sack, and tossed on my new outfit. I don't know MUCH about sneaking... |
| Arrish tilts her head questioningly at Fizzlepocket. |
| Meris blanches at Alerac's words. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: But I know, that when you're being stealthy... black leather is the way to go. But I had even better. I had IMITATION leather! |
| Flit grins. |
| Nim snickers. |
| Chroy rolls his eyes. |
| Fizzlepocket crouches down... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I crouched down, sliding the goggles over my eyes, and confirmed the functionality of my other gadgets... |
| Havyn smirks slightly |
| Havyn laughs at Lothorial. |
| Fizzlepocket slides the goggles down his face, and does what is undeniably a crude rip off of Sam Fisher... |
| Havyn covers her mouth quickly and appologizes |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Gnomish Cloaking Device? Check.Four dozen Hi-Explosive Bombs? Yuh-huh.Enough ammunition and other weapons of mass destruction to split Kalimdor in two? Hell yeah! |
| Xenkore lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: As I made my way around up and around the ramp, planting explosives here and there like some sort of depraved.... egg...hiding...rabbit...thing, I guess. I finished up at the ramp, and the path that followed around the base, planting the bombs in the tun |
| Xenkore silently backs up, and moves away, without disturbing anyone. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: In the tunnel. |
| Aryss thumbs through the power modulator settings on her [Gnomish Death Ray] |
| Gilleon ponders as he watches the Gnome. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Bah! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: A slip of me tongue! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now, was the hard part... sneaking into the tunnel. |
| Meris subtley motions to Lothorial sitting next to Havyn. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I positioned myself, and sat down on the roof overlooking the tunnel's entrance. |
| Lothorial looks over to Meris. |
| Alerac blinks a bit, shrugging. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: By trying to slip down there, it was inevitable that I would cause some attention when trying to stumble over the bodies. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Even if they didn't notice it, my Gnomish Cloaking Device can't completely obscure fast movements. I was screwed... |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: "ALL O!" |
| Havyn smiles at Lothorial as if she approves of something |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I grinned to myself. I had COMPLETELY forgot about the Lemmings for a moment. I saw them charging down the field, snarling, with swords drawn and a look of irrational rage in their eyes to match. I wrapped a rope around a rather misshapen shingle... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: and repelled myself down a little. Wait for it... wait for it... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "CHARGE!" The Raid leader screamed! |
| Gilleon seems to chuckle a little. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The Lemmings poured into the tunnel, and I swung in, falling into what appeared to be a pile completely devoted to a particularly chubby man in his mid thirties. |
| Flit winces. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: . I scrambled up, and skirted off to the side, and watched with mild amusement as the Lemmings, their bodies, over exaggerating every bullet and arrow that penetrated their flesh. |
| Gilleon smirks. |
| Fizzlepocket jolts quite violently, miming their reaction... |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: After the last one fell, I started to get to work, with the song "John Jacob Jingleheimer Shmitt" echoing in my head. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I moved from support to support, and started planting the goods away from the Horde's line of slight. They wouldn't even see this comin'! |
| Lothorial continues whispering under her breath as she gazes at the kindling flame. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Placing the first bomb? Not a problem. The second and third? No sweat! However, it was when I was starting to place the forth bomb, where everything went to Hell. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "VIEEEK!" |
| Lothorial grins to herself. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Stealth has never been a strong suit... or a priority... or anything in my life. As I'm sure all professional sneakers around here know, when you mix imitation leather with water, and then rub the two materials together, you get a nice, loud, painful... |
| Havyn nods slightly as she whispers |
| Aryss lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Flit] says: Oh no. . . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: squeak. Of course, I had been running around in the rain, in my imitation leather. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Meris rubs her temples in little circling motions. |
| [Gilleon] says: ouch... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The error of my ways, however, was clouded by the third round of John Jacob Jingleheimer Shmitt, that I didn't even notice it. But one of the eight hordelings, a hunter, did. |
| Lothorial grins wider. |
| Arrish shakes her head. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Vieek! Vieek! It squeaked, as I walked from one pillar to the next. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: He turned, trailing my movement with a single outstretched finger, but I was too damn preoccupied by my handiwork to notice. He kneeled down, staring at where I was working with his sharp, beady eyes, and waited for the slightest movement.... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... |
| Fizzlepocket pauses for dramatic effect... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Vieeeeeeek! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: KIL'MORGATH! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: He pointed at me, and raised his rifle. I looked up at him, finally snapping back into reality, and, just like that, poof! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: My Inner Goblin Engineer was gone, leaving a fairly large vacancy where it once resided. It was alright though, because once my IGE was gone, sheer panic and fear took over. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Flit 's eyes widen. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuu-------" |
| Gilleon chuckles. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| Dahla shakes her head, grinning. |
| Havyn glances up at the sky slightly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: All of the sentries pulled out their rifles, and started firing rather indiscriminately in my general direction. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Of course, being as small, tiny, and particularly spastic has its advantages, and I had already booked it before they started firing. Oh, the gnomish curses that spewed from my mouth... my mother would be ashamed. |
| [Arrish] says: Oh dear. |
| Havyn mutters under her breath |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: [Gnomish] Helm Danieb |
| Potar has left the raid group |
| [Chroy] says: Hey, isn't that her over there? |
| Skif has left the raid group |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: [Gnomish] Helm helm helm helm naginbumat helm |
| Chroy points over yonder. |
| [Meriane] says: Helm. |
| Meris raises an eyebrow at Alerac. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: As any sane gnome would do in a situation of extreme distress, I did not go the easy way out. Oh no. My mind was still under siege by that damn catchy John Jacob Jingleheimer Shit, and since I, you know, WAS being shot at, my rationality was.... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: None-existant. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Long explanation short... I didn't run the way I came, but rather the way I was going, directly into the Horde base. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: They all followed me, my gnomish cloaking device leaving a nice trail wherever I went, and my constantly screaming wasn't helping me hide my position. I started throwing the remanded of my bombs, as well as several grenades haphazardly... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: hoping to the Gods that one of them would explode and take out the lot. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ..... Note to self... remove the pin. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I charged past the flag room, eyeing the other two horde who were looking quite dumbfounded by the fact that someone actually got THROUGH, before joining in the chase. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I had screamed myself hoarse at this point, and was concentraiting so much on... not dying, that I didn't hear the Lemmings... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "ALL O!" |
| Lothorial grins at Havyn as she motions to the crowd. |
| Havyn nods slightly at Lothorial |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I didn't bother to steal the flag, even though I was right there. I didn't bother doing a lot of things. I just dropped more of the bombs, still screaming obscenities. |
| Flit listens, fascinated and horrified. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: . I took a hard left, following the wall of the flag room to another exit, still spilling bombs left and right. I dashed through that room, sprinted across the graveyard, leapt onto the roof of the Mill's Tunnel, and pulled out the detonator.... |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: My Horde Pursuers paused, and seemed to have head back to the tunnel they were previously defending. |
| Veras looks over and nods to Ciann |
| Ciann smiles at Veras. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I didn't notice when I dived off that roof, that the Lemmings had already made their way into the tunnel. I didn't notice when I was halfway across the field, their cheers of victory. |
| Cogitatus grins wickedly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I didn't understand the Warsong Crier, who screamed "THE ALLIANCE HAS THE FLAG!" |
| Havyn mutters quietly ' Fools'. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I just pushed that big red button, and turned around to watch the fireworks. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ..... What?! |
| Arrish sighs, shaking her head. |
| [Dahla] says: ... oh dear. |
| Havyn turns a curious eye on Lothorial |
| Fizzlepocket sits back down... |
| [Flit] says: And then? |
| [Cogitatus] says: What happened next? |
| Nim looks over at Fizzle, confused. |
| [Aerlyn] says: He blew up the alliance forces, it seems... |
| Gilleon looks over to the Gnome... |
| Fizzlepocket shrugs... |
| [Chroy] says: Lemme guess. Next time? |
| [Nim] says: That was it? |
| [Flit] says: . . . |
| Shaun blinks at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, let's just say, there's going to be a court marshall. |
| Meriane lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Aerlyn scoffs. |
| Fizzlepocket goes back to staring at his feet. |
| [Cogitatus] says: *court martial |
| Aryss snorts |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ((Bah!)) |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: So! Who's next? |
| [Arrish] says: No happy ending? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, I really do have to go now. |
| Flit stares at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Night to all. |
| Strand blinks owlishly. |
| Cogitatus bows down graciously. |
| [Chroy] says: Night, mate. |
| [Flit] says: Night, mister! |
| Trinn looks over at Fizzlepocket. |
| Gilleon nods to him. |
| [Meriane] says: I wish I had an interesting story. |
| Meris looks out into the crowd. "Err... we might be coming to a close, shortly." |
| Meriane lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Strand] says: Aye, I suspect we are. |
| [Meris] says: Now that Fizzle's had his stirring tale... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Don't forget disturbing! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Stirring and disturbing! |
| [Nim] says: That had a weird endin'... |
| Flit continues staring at Fizzle, stunned. |
| Havyn absently pushes her hair behind her ear as she watches the crowd |
| Meris forces a smile. "Oh, yes, disturbing indeed." |
| [Meris] says: Bloody hair raising. |
| [Aerlyn] says: I would think it was disturbing that you murdered your allies... |
| [Chroy] says: Aye...very disturbing... |
| A sly smirk spreads across Lothorial's face. |
| Havyn laughs under her breath |
| Gilleon nods solemnly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It was an ACCIDENT! |
| Meris casts a sidelong glance at Havyn and Lothorial. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: It's not like it was DELIBERATE. |
| Alerac grunts as he gets to his feet. |
| Chroy murmurs under his breath, "So disturbing, I almost fell asleep..." |
| Trinn gives Fizzlepocket a sympathetic look. |
| [Veras] says: One second. |
| Havyn watches Alerac quietly |
| [Meriane] says: We all uh... make... mistakes? |
| [Strand] says: I'm going to think of it as a metaphor. |
| [Myriddn] says: Wouldnt they have all been revived anyway? |
| Meris watches ALerac and Veras curiously. |
| Havyn notices the dwarf sitting behind her and frowns to herself |
| Meriane waves at Thelazar. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You'd think that, Myriddn. |
| Thelazar waves at Meriane. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That's what I told myself, anyways... |
| [Nim] says: Are there any other stories...? |
| Trinn glances around. |
| Alerac grumlbes to himself. |
| Veras dusts off his hands and sits again |
| Nim looks about the dissolving circle. |
| Arrish glances around, too. |
| [Rathandal] says: ((Ahem)) |
| [Strand] says: I rather think that's a night. |
| Alerac ((KIcks Rathandal in the crotch. OOC like.)) |
| Rathandal brushes himself off and walks over to the group. |
| Aryss eyes Rathandal up and down. |
| Flit waves at Rathandal. |
| Gilleon nods. |
| Nim waves at Rathandal. |
| Rathandal smiles and waves over to Nim and Flit. |
| [Arrish] says: A good night, then. |
| Strand says, somewhat distractedly, "I think this is where Ingarath thanks everyone for coming." |
| [Meriane] says: I'm surprised you fellows are still at it. |
| [Arrish] says: I think I'll leave before the fireworks. |
| [Meriane] says: Thank you all for coming! |
| Flit grins. |
| [Strand] says: You're welcome, Ing -- wait, that's not Ingarath. |
| [Meris] says: Right. And then we all stand around for another hour |
| [Aerlyn] says: Eheh, especially if they're Fizzlepoackets fireworks... |
| Nim bows down graciously. |
| Meriane speaks with surprising authority for someone who arrived in the middle of the last story. |
| Arrish looks over to Strand and Trinn. |
| [Meriane] says: It's been a pleasure as always! |
| [Arrish] says: Do you have a few minutes? |
| Trinn nods at Arrish. "Of course." |
| [Alerac] says: Feh. I had him. |
| Trinn stands slowly, rubbing at her knee. |
| [Nim] says: and I helped. |
| Nim grins. |
| Arrish waves. |
| Veras yawns |
| Thelazar stands and slips away |
| Flit eyes the Battle Chicken. |
| Veras waves at Arrish. |
| [Strand] says: Aye. |
| Meriane watches Thelazar go. |
| [Veras] says: Why are we all waving? |
| Strand grins over at Meriane. "Thanks. You did that better than I would have." |
| Veras stands and stretches |
| Havyn mutters quietly |
| Meriane laughs at you. |
| [Trinn] says: Because that's polite, Veras. And...good night, all. |
| Arrish glances over, subdued. |
| [Alerac] says: Night, Trinn. |
| [Arrish] says: Oh, I'm leaving. Good night, everybody. |
| [Alerac] says: Night, Arrish. |
| Ciann looks up at Veras, then back to her lap her hands folded on her legs. |
| Veras bows down graciously. |
| Trinn smiles at Alerac. "Night." |
| [Strand] says: I am accompanying my sister. Good night, all. |
| [Shaun] says: Good night. |
| [Veras] says: Fair enough. Good night. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... So! |
| [Nim] says: So, what now guys? |
| Gilleon waves to those that are leaving.\\ |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Flit, you can stop staring at me.... any time now. |
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