| [Strand] says: DUCK! |
| Trinn jumps. |
| Strand looks apologetic. "Sorry, Potar." |
| Potar gets slightly clipped in the shoulder. |
| Potar kneels down. |
| Potar laughs at you. |
| [Strand] says: I, um, I'm not normally needing to avoid people below. Sorry! |
| [Potar] says: Great entrance. |
| Trinn gives Strand a rather incredulous look, then bursts out laughing. |
| [Trinn] says: How long were you /up/ there? |
| [Strand] says: Not so long. Had to count feathers. |
| Trinn tilts her head. "Feathers..." |
| [Strand] says: Mmm, it takes a feather to do that. |
| [Trinn] says: Ah. |
| Trinn gives Potar a sidelong look. "We rely on plate. It's more secure." |
| [Strand] says: Oh, not that. Different thing. |
| Potar nods in agreement. |
| Strand demonstrates, with his hands. "I fall slower." |
| [Trinn] says: Oh, right! The dam! |
| Trinn smiles proudly. "I didn't have to resurrect you." |
| [Potar] says: Ah, the mage's spell, the feather-like fall.. |
| Strand smiles brilliantly. "You didn't." |
| Potar smirks. "Mages sometimes have some crafty spells.." |
| [Annemarie] says: We don't just blow things up ya know.. |
| [Trinn] says: Oh, aye. It's true. You should see Light and arcane working together. |
| Trinn glances over at Annemarie with a nod. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. Underappreciated field of study. You get a fascinating grounding effect. |
| Potar greets Cogitatus warmly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening. |
| Trinn nods, smiling, then grins at Cogitatus. "Hello." |
| [Potar] says: Good evening, sir. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Strand, I just heard that you were exonerated of a murder. I didn't even know you had been arrested or anything. I'm glad to see that your name has been cleared. |
| Trinn blinks at the rush of words. |
| Strand blinks owlishly. "Oh -- thank you, Cogitatus. Not just me." |
| Trinn waves a hand. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry.... I just got off a gryphon; my head is still in a rush. That was probably a bad way to open a conversation. |
| Veras yawns and settles down removing a book and flipping it open |
| [Strand] says: No worse than my typical openings, I think. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Trinn. Good to see you again. |
| Cogitatus bows down graciously. |
| Trinn laughs at Strand's comment. "And you...and thank you for the well wishes. It's good to be out." |
| Veryxia peers to Veras as he sits alone, and then to those gathered. |
| Cogitatus sighs in exasperation at his own tactlessness. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Veras. Good to see you, again. |
| Potar momentarily loses himself in thought, then returns. "You know, I do not have anything new to share this eve.." |
| Veras pauses in his reading and looks up at Cogitatus |
| Trinn looks over at Potar in disappointment. "No? Oh, your song was so good." |
| [Veras] says: Eh? Oh! Hello there. |
| [Potar] says: I suppose, preoccupation with more important events can do that. |
| Trinn smiles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, good! A cooking fire! |
| Strand admits, "I don't know if I have a Mellor story either." |
| [Trinn] says: I'm just glad Felena will return to relative peace. |
| [Potar] says: Aye, I am glad I shared it. Alas, that is all I have to share at the momnet. |
| Potar nods in agreement to trinn. |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Veras, and friend. |
| Potar nods respectfully to Veras. |
| Trinn gives Veras a somewhat polite nod. |
| Trinn nudges Strand. "Time to find a seat?" |
| [Strand] says: Might ought, at that. |
| Strand squints at the fire. |
| [Trinn] says: Bit of an off-kilter fire. I like the regular location. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. We'll assert that. |
| Potar smiles a bit. "Seems there's a healthy patch of Mageroyal growing here." |
| Strand gauges the position of the log, nods to himself, and plops down. |
| Trinn grins. "No wonder there's traffic." |
| Potar seats himself on the ground. |
| Trinn sighs as the goretusk slaughter begins. |
| Trinn stretches her legs out in front of her and stares up at the sky. "Pretty night." |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. Good company. |
| Potar nods. "Indeed, it is." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, Strand, I didn't catch your last comment. What was that about Mellor? |
| Veras sloqly turns anotehr page and continues reading |
| [Strand] says: Oh -- I was just saying I wasn't sure I had one tonight. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, I see. |
| Potar runs his hand through the short blades of grass; his mind in thought. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, don't worry. As usual, I've brought dinner, but it also comes with a story, this evening. |
| Cogitatus smiles at you. |
| Brindebos bows down graciously. |
| [Brindebos] says: Alloo everwoon. Mind if'n I join ye? |
| Trinn nods at Brindebos. "Evening, sir. Please, sit." |
| Cogitatus nods at Brindebos and smiles. |
| [Strand] says: Not in the least, sir. Are you here for storytelling? |
| Brindebos grins. |
| [Brindebos] says: Aye... sure am! |
| Trinn looks around the circle, and scooches up a bit. |
| [Brindebos] says: I love a bonnie story I do! |
| Brindebos notices Danuf. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Careful, setting up a fire. |
| You wave at Flit. |
| Trinn nods. "Well done. I cast fires into the lake." |
| [Strand] says: Or river. |
| Brindebos eyes Veras up and down. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Trinn. |
| Potar greets Nim warmly. |
| Trinn gives Strand a look, then grins. |
| Potar greets Flit warmly. |
| Flit waves. |
| Trinn smiles at Flit and Nim. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I think we'll be another few minutes; let's see if I can add more fish to the menu. |
| [Aidic] says: no pet |
| Brindebos shrugs the boar off of him. |
| Brindebos mutters "Stinkin' beast." |
| [Brindebos] says: Ye blasted animal! Get offa me! |
| Brindebos starts to charge. |
| Brindebos attacks Great Goretusk! |
| Brindebos starts to charge. |
| Brindebos attacks Great Goretusk! |
| Flit waves. |
| [Annemarie] says: Mageroyal... You can't find these in the north.. |
| Annemarie kneels down to pick some carefully. |
| [Strand] says: Hm. Don't see Meris yet. |
| [Veras] says: She may be held up. |
| Veras doesn't look up from his book as he speaks |
| Rheyann eyes Veras up and down. |
| Rheyann shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Flit] says: That's on accounta them bein' fish, mister. They're tricky. |
| Strand grins over at Flit. |
| Trinn grins at Flit. "Mechanical fish." |
| Potar greets Thargan warmly. |
| [Flit] says: Mechanical fish would be /greatly/ superior t' the regular kind. |
| Trinn tilts her head back, and smiles up at the dwarf. "Evening, Thargan." |
| Strand blinks, and looks unduly pleased. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you, sir. |
| [Potar] says: Except to eat.. |
| [Trinn] says: Mechanical beings aren't for /eating/. |
| Potar smirks. |
| Thargan mutters under his breath as he waves a hand in acknowledgement towards Trinn, riding off. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I doubt it, Flit. All those gears? |
| [Cogitatus] says: It'd taste terrible on *my* dinner plate. |
| [Flit] says: But they'd be more mannered, an' less fishy. |
| [Trinn] says: Smell better too, most likely. |
| [Cogitatus] says: But that's what makes them so tasty! |
| [Danuf] says: [Dwarvish] Mogodune gear hrim |
| [Strand] says: Wouldn't it depend? I've met some unmannered mechanical things. |
| Trinn glances over at the unfamiliar syllables. |
| [Flit] says: The stinkiness is what makes them tasty? |
| [Danuf] says: Errr, Wouldn't they rust? |
| [Brindebos] says: Lad... I doubt they can unnerstan' Dwarvish. |
| [Brindebos] says: Heh heh. |
| [Cogitatus] says: No, not their stnik. |
| Rheyann eyes Meris up and down. |
| [Flit] says: But when a mechanical has no manners, it's a malfunction. When a fish has no manners, it's expected. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Their fishiness is what makes fish tasty. |
| Meris wanders up tiredly and sits down, giving Veras and Veryxia a quick smile. |
| Brindebos watches Meris cooly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Mechanical fish just wouldn't taste the same if you tried to cook 'em. |
| [Trinn] says: We're arguing apples and oranges. Mechanical good for one thing. Edible for another. |
| [Strand] says: There's something circular about that logic. |
| Flit grins. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Veras looks over from his novel and nods to Meris |
| [Veras] says: Glad you could make it. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hey, when it comes to dinner, logic can get tied in knots for all I care. |
| Cogitatus grins widely. |
| Strand looks mildly horrified. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Tremin shushes her gently. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Of course, the fish aren't my main offering for dinner for the evening. |
| [Tremin] says: Have a seat. |
| [Flit] says: No, no, no. . . . illogical food isn't good for you! Like. . . .like. . .. onion streudel. Not logical, not good. |
| Artymys looks over the crowd curiously. |
| Potar pulls out a old, medium-sized tome from his packs. On the front of its leather-bound shell is a worn insignia, of the Silver Hand. He opens it up and begins looking at the first pages. |
| [Brindebos] says: Who's th'cook 'ere agin? Got soom boar ribs 'ere. |
| [Tremin] says: Evening all. |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Tremin. |
| Tremin greets everyone with a hearty hello! |
| Trinn nods politely at Tremin. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I can cook them. |
| Artymys nods her head slightly in greeting. |
| [Aidic] says: me |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thanks. |
| Brindebos hands the ribs to Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ugh, I forgot to bring spices with me. |
| [Meris] says: Ingarath still traveling, I take it? |
| [Veras] says: Mmm? Oh nothing, just not much to say, cooking was never my forte. |
| Veras snaps shut the book and returns it to his robes, he looks to Meris |
| Annemarie points at Veras. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'd have to go to Lakeshire for the spices. Probably not worth it for one serving. Do you want these ribs back? |
| [Annemarie] says: You rhymed! |
| [Brindebos] says: Nay... keep'em lad. |
| Artymys surveys the faces around her, recognizing a few. |
| Veras blinks and looks over to Annemarie |
| [Brindebos] says: Had enoof boar ribs in me days t'feed th'whole King's army. |
| [Aidic] says: any one hungery! |
| [Veras] says: Is there a problem with that? |
| Cogitatus laughs at Brindebos. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. Or ensconced with someone; that's still my guess. |
| Tremin scoots over juuuust a tad. |
| [Meris] says: Well... good for him, then. |
| [Trinn] says: Um. Aye. |
| Artymys snickers softly. |
| [Annemarie] says: No, Just new to me. |
| [Meris] says: I see you are none the worse for the wear, Strand. |
| Strand tilts his head. |
| Veras shrugs slightly |
| Potar very carefully turns the aged pages of the tome and reads it, his attention focused on the content. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Once we're ready, I'd like to tell the first story. If that's okay with everyone else, that is. |
| [Annemarie] says: Why was my tree glowing? |
| Annemarie sighs.. |
| Veras shifts positions slightly |
| Brindebos starts to charge. |
| Brindebos attacks Great Goretusk! |
| [Strand] says: That's bad luck, I've read. |
| [Flit] says: Glowing? Or Trees? Or both? |
| [Strand] says: With the goretusks? |
| Aryss adjusts the settings on her goggles |
| Veras leans back and rests on the palms of his hands |
| Artymys brushes her hands down her robes, a smirk curling her lips. |
| Cogitatus takes his goggles off. |
| [Aidic] says: i |
| [Cogitatus] says: Strand, if it's okay with you, I'd like to tell the first story. |
| [Cogitatus] says: When we're all ready, that is. |
| [Meris] says: Wow. Someone actually... volunteering. |
| Aryss blinks |
| Flit giggles at Meris. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Meris. |
| Meris blinks at Cogitatus with surprise. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, that's because I have a story. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Meris. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and dinner to go with it. |
| [Meris] says: Oh. The others do too. But no one ever wants to go *first*. |
| [Annemarie] says: Can I go third? |
| Brindebos watches Aidic. |
| Meris smirks at Annemarie. |
| [Strand] says: There's not so much a roster, usually... |
| Trinn tilts her head. "...third?" |
| Potar flips another page in the old book, his eyes nearly entranced upon the pages. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Or, rather, a story to go with tonight's dinner. Which I will offer for eveyone's pallettes after I've told my story. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Strand waves across the circle to Arrish. |
| Arrish nods politely, looking around, then moves around the circle to sit next to Strand. |
| [Annemarie] says: What's wrong with 3rd? |
| [Trinn] says: Just curious. It's a prime number. Is that why? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Nothing wrong with third, I should think. |
| Veras scratches his ear |
| [Annemarie] says: Something like that. Like seven. |
| Annemarie nods sagely. |
| [Veras] says: All the first three numbers are prime, aren't they? |
| [Cogitatus] says: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11.... |
| Flit nods. |
| [Trinn] says: Yes. But I thought she might have an affinity. |
| [Brindebos] says: Prime? |
| Artymys arches a brow at Veras' comment. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Not one, no. |
| Meris shrugs. "I never studied math..." |
| [Cogitatus] says: One is not a prime number. |
| [Brindebos] says: Ye like'em better'n th' rest? |
| Arrish tilts her head sideways. "Good to see you, brother mine. Trinn. Nim is well, too?" |
| Veras tilts his head at Cogitatus |
| [Veras] says: But.... dividable by one and it... you know, I never went to school, ignore me. |
| [Cogitatus] says: A prime number is any whole number that is divisible by itself *and* divisible by one. |
| [Annemarie] says: Is that a yes or a no? |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish. "I'm well, thank you. And Nim seemed fine when I saw him earlier." |
| Brindebos eyes Kraug up and down. |
| Artymys feels the hair pricking on the back of her neck as people sit behind her. Her hand slips to the dagger hidden beneath her robes. |
| Strand smiles. "Yes. He's quite happy." |
| [Cogitatus] says: One is *only* divisible by itself, and so doesn't fit the definition. |
| Trinn rubs her forehead. "Forget I brought it up." |
| Veryxia frowns at Aidic. |
| Cogitatus chuckles in response to Trinn. |
| [Veras] says: Pheh, sounds like a excuse to me. |
| Kraug hugs Flit. |
| Brindebos nods at Kraug. |
| Strand says, to Brindebos, "They show up, from time to time." |
| Flit blinks at Kraug. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Veras. |
| Tremin puts a hand on 'Tys's dagger arm and frowns. |
| Tremin murmurs to her. |
| [Flit] says: Um. . . .hi. |
| [Brindebos] says: Unnerstood. |
| Kraug greets Flit warmly. |
| Nikian leans back against the nearby tree, his knees bent slightly while he drapes his thick arms over them. |
| [Strand] says: Can't say I understand, but tradition. Well -- |
| Arrish glances briefly over toward Artymys and Tremin, then asks Strand, "Numbers?" |
| Flit greets Kraug warmly. |
| Kraug smiles at Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( Can Kraug actually understand anything said here? ))) |
| Kraug gently pats Mechanical Squirrel. |
| Artymys looks down at Tremin's hand, then at him. Whispers heatedly to him. |
| Arrish notices Nikian and waves to him. |
| [Meris] says: Has there been any other.. hmm.. excitement this week? |
| Meris casts her gaze around the circle, looking non chalant. |
| Nikian smiles brightly as he galnces over at Arrish, lifting a hand in greeting. |
| [Brindebos] says: (( He can if he has a translator... i.e. one of us here in the same room with him. )) |
| Trinn smiles wryly. "Wouldn't know." |
| [Strand] says: There's been an orc warlock who keeps lurking near the cathedral. Otherwise, not that I'm aware of. |
| Annemarie waves at Kraug. |
| [Veras] says: ((He is hearing a lot of "Bur")) |
| Artymys nods at Kraug. |
| Kraug nods at Annemarie. |
| Flit salutes Aragoth with respect. |
| [Strand] says: The Menethil fishermen say the take is likely to be sizable this year. |
| Kraug loves Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( I see. Thanks. )) |
| Aragoth salutes Flit with respect. |
| Arrish returns Nikian's smile with a faint one of her own, then looks to Strand. |
| Flit smiles at Kraug. |
| [Arrish] says: That orc is still coming back? |
| [Flit] says: Who is this big green guy? |
| [Strand] says: He was along the canal today. |
| Trinn nods at Arrish. "The canals, aye." |
| Artymys shakes her head at Tremin's naivete but releases the dagger. |
| [Veras] says: Hasn't he died yet? |
| [Aidic] says: what lvl is he |
| Tremin grinds his teeth. |
| [Annemarie] says: On with the stories! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Is everyone else ready? |
| Tremin lets everyone know that he is ready! |
| [Cogitatus] says: I can begin at any time. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. I think we have the numbers; Meris, do you think so? |
| Artymys leans over to press her lips against his ear and whispers a final time. |
| Tremin salutes Cogitatus with respect. |
| Veryxia nods, slightly.. not really caring for the host's questioning. |
| Flit looks anxious for the stories to start. |
| Brindebos is ready as he'll ever be. |
| [Meris] says: Enough to begin with. |
| Kraug yawns sleepily. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Tremin. |
| [Veras] says: Not like we have a quota. |
| Strand levers himself to his feet. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Veras. |
| [Meris] says: In time, more will come, I suppose. |
| Brindebos starts to charge. |
| Brindebos attacks Great Goretusk! |
| Tremin takes one look at Artymys and lets out a guffaw! |
| [Strand] says: I see... one or two new faces. And I'd feel odd not saying it. |
| Tremin smothers it quickly. |
| [Meris] says: I wonder what ever happened to that dwarf who used to tell ghost stories? |
| Artymys grins impishly, then turns to the center of the circle. |
| Brindebos raises his hand in the air. |
| [Strand] says: Welcome to storytelling night. It's a simple thing and a simple place; this is where we tell stories. |
| [Brindebos] says: Farst time 'ere. |
| [Strand] says: Sing songs, receit poems. |
| Strand grins at Brindebos. "And good to have you." |
| Kraug waves at Mharty. |
| Flit waves at Mharty. |
| Arrish eyes Kraug up and down. |
| Brindebos eyes Aidic with some annoyance. |
| [Strand] says: The only real rule is that grudges are left outside the circle. Sometimes, as I said, we have Horde. They're left in peace. |
| Nikian shifts his weight slightly, leaning back against the tree with a faint smile, arms draped loosely over his knees as his jade eyes flick slowly about the gathered. |
| Tremin gives Artymys a look like, "See? Listen to the man." |
| [Danuf] says: it's kraug |
| Meris points at Kraug. |
| [Kraug] says: [Orcish] Zugas |
| [Meris] says: Speakint of them... |
| Arrish looks around the circle. |
| [Strand] says: Indeed. |
| [Mharty] says: Zugas? |
| Kraug dances with Mharty. |
| Tremin studies the orc with keen interest, eyes narrowing. |
| [Strand] says: So, Cogitatus, you've been something akin to patient. |
| Aryss blinks at Kraug. |
| [Aidic] says: what dose that mean |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes, thank you. |
| [Strand] says: Please, give us your story. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thank you. |
| Tremin listens intently to Cogitatus. |
| Cogitatus smiles at you. |
| Strand settles down next to Trinn, smiling. |
| [Kraug] says: [Orcish] Zugas |
| Brindebos listens intently to Cogitatus. |
| [Veras] says: Zugas, I am going to guess meance 'Dance' |
| [Mharty] says: It means dance. |
| Brindebos lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Aidic] says: i guss |
| Kraug sighs at Mharty. |
| Kraug hugs Mharty. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, first, I'd like to ask everyone here to think back to their childhoods, for a moment. |
| Mharty eyes Kraug up and down. |
| Flit nods. |
| Allesta closes her eyes. |
| Tremin frowns darkly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Specifically, think about the times that you've shared a meal with your family. |
| Meris eyes Cogitatus oddly, then smiles. |
| Aryss cocks her head to one side, looking curiously at Cogitatus |
| Arrish gives Aidic a curious look, then transfers her attention to Cogitatus. |
| Brindebos becomes wistful. |
| Veras raises an eyebrow |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, how many of you here ever wondered, at *any* point, what, precisely, your parents had provided you with to eat? |
| Annemarie sighs and bows her head. |
| [Aidic] says: sit |
| [Cogitatus] says: That is, you're looking at your food.... |
| Kraug blows Flit a kiss. |
| Trinn points to the various goretusks, but quickly pays attention again. |
| Flit giggles at Kraug. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and you haven't a clue what the *hell* it was? |
| Strand grins at Trinn. |
| [Flit] says: Every day in the mess hall, mister. |
| Cogitatus smiles as he studies the faces in the crowd. |
| Tremin smirks slyly at Cogitatus. |
| [Nikian] says: Never had that problem, sir. |
| Allesta smiles as Cogitatus speaks. |
| Brindebos quietly snickers to himself. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| Aryss bites into a [Deeprun Rat Kabob] |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, I imagine some have had that experience, while others have not. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Meris as she takes a seat. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Namely, faced with a meal that could not quite be identified. |
| Arrish gives Strand a sidelong, slightly mischievous, smile. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Mystery Meat. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, let me tell you a story of a recent adventureof mine. |
| Potar gently turns a page in the weathered tome, half-listening to Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I have a friend, a Paladin. Jorii. Some of you have seen him here, before, at Story Night. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sadly, I don't think he could make it, tonight. |
| Artymys frowns at Cogitatus, not liking the memories his story brings up. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, Jorii and I were hunting monsters in the Thousand Needles area, specifically, near the Mirage Raceway. |
| Veryxia sighs at Great Goretusk. |
| Cogitatus launches his Frostbolt with care not to hit Flit by mistake. |
| Cogitatus sighs at the dead Goretusk. |
| Flit flinches away, just a little. |
| Tremin applauds at Cogitatus. Bravo! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyway.... Jorii and I were hunting in the Shimmering Flats. |
| Brindebos mutters, "Scuse me a moment lad...continue on. Gonna get oota th'path o' those boars. |
| Tremin smiles at Brindebos. |
| Artymys reaches into her pocket, allowing her snake to twine around her wrist. Her nails gently pet it as she listens to Cogitatus. |
| Brindebos grins back. |
| [Cogitatus] says: As is usual, I made a habit of checking the bodies of the monsters we killed. Some of you know how much the talons and spines and such sell for. |
| Aragoth glances to his left for a moment, eyes Veras suspiciously, then look back at the storyteller. |
| Strand nods to himself. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, on one of the dead.... |
| Cogitatus tries to remember what the beast was called. |
| [Aragoth] says: ((eyes* and looks*)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: Scorpid Terrors, I think.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: On one of the Dead Scorpid Terrors, I found that some of the flesh was intact. Now, being a skilled cook, I'm always curious to know what I can make a meal out of. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, I examined the flesh, trying to figure out if something tasty could be made out of it. |
| Tremin watches the fire die. |
| Arrish tilts her head, listening to Cogitatus with interest. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Upon closer examination, I realized that the flesh vaguely resembled something from my childhood. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Namely, something I'd sometimes see on my dinner plate, while sharing a meal with my parents and brothers. |
| Meris stops herself from maknig a poor joke. |
| [Cogitatus] says: A meal that we could never quite identify. |
| Strand laughs, softly. |
| Brindebos eyes Varranor up and down. |
| [Cogitatus] says: My brother and I always joked around, calling it Mystery Meat. |
| Artymys smirks, her face carefully blank other than the wry twist of her lips. |
| [Aidic] says: hello shamen |
| Varranor smiles at Aidic. |
| Varranor tries to calm Aidic down. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, as it turns out, this was the same stuff. I had finally solved a personal mystery of mine. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Ashyne waves. |
| You wave at Ashyne. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I had finallly discovered where Mystery Meat had come from. |
| Ashyne waves. |
| Brindebos idly pets the orange tabby cat sitting next to him. |
| Arrish gives Ashyne a faint smile. |
| Veras leans back |
| [Cogitatus] says: Not an important mystery, in the grand scheme of things, to be sure, but some of us always have those nagging little questions that bother us over the years. |
| [Allesta] says: How did it taste though? |
| [Cogitatus] says: This was my nagging question. ...and now I have an answer. |
| [Cogitatus] says: How did it taste? |
| Cogitatus smiles at Allesta. |
| Allesta nods her head. |
| Flit crinkles her nose. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, since I have 22 servings of it with me, I'll let all of you decide. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Trinn raises an eyebrow. |
| Veryxia frowns. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Who wants [Mystery Stew]? |
| Brindebos lets out a boisterous guffaw! |
| Tremin tells Cogitatus NO. Not going to happen. |
| Brindebos raises his hand in the air. |
| Artymys leans back slightly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Dinner.... is on me. As usual. |
| [Aidic] says: me |
| Arrish looks amused. |
| Veryxia winces at the sound of Brindebos' grating laughter. |
| Allesta raises her hand. |
| Aidic laughs at Black Kingsnake. |
| Veras opens his mouth to explain that it is physically impossible for his childhood food ot come from the flats.... but decides against it and closes his mouth again |
| [Meris] says: Not literally, I presume. |
| [Flit] says: That's. . . .not a mystery I want to ever solve. . . . |
| [Strand] says: Did you just make a dinner offer in disguise as a story, Cogitatus? |
| Potar does not reply as he is engrossed in his aged book. |
| [Arrish] says: You can make that from vulture meat, too. |
| [Allesta] says: Thank you very much. |
| Trinn reaches over and smacks Potar lightly on the arm. "Potar. Stories." |
| Nikian sighs softly, contently before he chuckles faintly at Cogitatus. |
| [Arrish] says: I'll not say what parts of the vulture. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Allesta. |
| Varranor smiles at Aryss. |
| Strand adds, with some admiration, "Clever." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, Strand, you got me. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Meris grins at Arrish. "The stomach, of course." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Guilty, as charged. |
| Arrish smiles to Meris. |
| Tremin winces at the phrase. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, anyone else want to try some? |
| Brindebos raises his hand in the air. |
| [Meris] says: That's why it's a mystery... what the buzzard last ate. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Meris. |
| [Brindebos] says: Loove some lad! |
| Artymys laughs softly to herself at Meris' comment. |
| Trinn curls her arms around her knees and shakes her head at Cogitatus. "No thank you." |
| [Flit] says: I thought the mystery was, "Why would anyone eat it?" |
| [Strand] says: Oh, I'll try some. Curious. |
| [Aidic] says: thanks |
| [Meris] says: Seems like soldier food to me. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| Brindebos chuckles at the reference to "soldier" food. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, anyone else? |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Tremin clearly states, NO. |
| Flit grins at Meris. "No, soldier food is much worse." |
| Annemarie shakes her head. |
| Brindebos looks at Cogitatus and raises his hand in the air. |
| [Arrish] says: No thank you; I've dined already. |
| Trinn nods in agreement with Flit. |
| Strand takes a few bites, then says "Spah." |
| [Trinn] says: Strand? |
| [Strand] says: Do you have any ale on you, Trinn? |
| Trinn snorts. "Of course. Here." |
| [Nikian] says: Eh, nay so, you cant taste the food after a long days marching, it just matters that it goes down.*He offers Flit a grin and a quick bow of his head.* |
| Brindebos smiles at Cogitatus. |
| Artymys looks at Strand to see if he'll be in need of a priest. |
| [Aidic] says: i can make fish |
| [Veryxia] says: Veras would enjoy some, Cogitatus. |
| [Brindebos] says: Thank ye kindly! |
| Arrish glances at Trinn and then leans behind Strand to murmur to her. |
| Flit watches Strand for signs of mystery meat side effects. |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| Strand drinks with some relief. |
| [Veras] says: Ah.... hmmmm. |
| Brindebos begins eating, oblivious to any problem with the taste. |
| Trinn gives Arrish a slow smile, and nods. |
| Veras takes teh food and places it next to him. |
| Meris giggles at Veras' reaction. |
| Arrish smiles back. |
| [Veryxia] says: You're too kind to him, truely. |
| [Strand] says: Well, who's next? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, did I miss anyone? |
| Tremin stands abruptly and clears his throat. |
| Trinn leans back and waves at Ashyne. |
| [Tremin] says: Can I get mine over with? |
| Meris does her best to blend intothe scenery. |
| Aryss becomes inconspicuous |
| Artymys glances at Tremin from the corner of her eye. |
| Arrish gives Tremin a startled look. |
| [Annemarie] says: I'll go 13rd and 11th. |
| Strand contemplates Tremin. "As always, that's up to you, you know? But I'd guess so." |
| Brindebos looks around. |
| [Annemarie] says: (4rd. not 13 lol) |
| Tremin takes a deep breath. |
| [Annemarie] says: (lol 3rd :P ) |
| Brindebos wipes his mouth on his sleeve. |
| [Tremin] says: Uh, so okay. |
| [Tremin] says: This is my first time, so be gentle. |
| Cogitatus eats his own cooking. |
| [Tremin] says: I'm used to writing humorous poems, really... like, children's. |
| Artymys smirks and leans back to watch Tremin. |
| Arrish watches Tremin carefully. |
| [Tremin] says: This is one I've been working on for a while... I guess it's almost a ballad...? |
| Arahshiel leans back on her palms, listening to Tremin. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Tremin. |
| [Tremin] says: I'm embarrassed how long I've been working on it actually. I'm really no good at this. |
| [Tremin] says: Um, so the setting is Duskwood, and the poem is called "The One." |
| Tremin pulls out a battered piece of paper and coughs, peering at it. |
| Tremin recites. |
| Strand listens attentively. |
| [Tremin] says: The green-eyed boy joined the brown-eyed girl in a game of graveyard tag, |
| [Tremin] says: For hours he'd watched her dodge them all and never seem to flag. |
| [Tremin] says: He caught her, puzzled, knowing well how fast she might have run, |
| [Tremin] says: But when all was said and when all was done, |
| Flit listens, lost in thought. |
| [Tremin] says: She wanted him to be the one. |
| Tremin pauses. |
| Brindebos throws a rock at the boar in disgust. |
| Cogitatus smiles as he listens. |
| [Tremin] says: The brown-eyed girl, at age thirteen, took up the healer's calling. |
| [Tremin] says: IT was to her the young boy came, when he broke his arm, from falling. |
| [Tremin] says: She had no skill at setting bone; she'd only just begun, |
| [Tremin] says: But when all was said and when all was done, |
| [Tremin] says: He wanted her to be the one. |
| Tremin pauses. |
| Arrish shifts her weight a little, listening. |
| [Tremin] says: The girl grew up, as girls will do - her feelings grew as well. |
| Artymys 's brow arches as she listens. |
| [Tremin] says: She fell in love with the green-eyed boy, who was far too blind to tell. |
| [Tremin] says: So she lay h im down in the tall cool grass, in the light of the sinking sun, |
| [Tremin] says: For when all was said and when all was done, |
| [Tremin] says: She wanted him to be the one. |
| Tremin pauses. |
| [Tremin] says: In time, the heavens opened wide to bless them from above... |
| Potar finally looks up from the book and focuses his attention on Tremin. |
| [Tremin] says: The green-eyed boy bought a golden ring and pledged eternal love. |
| Strand frowns slightly. |
| [Tremin] says: He knew there were a thousand girls more beautiful, more fun, |
| [Tremin] says: But when all was said and when all was done, |
| Arrish glances aside at Strand. |
| [Tremin] says: He wanted her to be the one. |
| Cogitatus listens intently. |
| Tremin pauses, looks up, his tone changing, his gaze intense. |
| [Tremin] says: And then a shadow from the East fell over town and farms. |
| [Tremin] says: A Darkness took the sleepy land into its rotting arms. |
| Eigne places a quiet hand on Arrish and Strand's shoulders in hello. |
| [Tremin] says: The green-eyed man took up his gun, his lover at his side, |
| Varranor makes some strange gestures. |
| Nikian leans his head back against the tree, jade eyes on Tremin. He pulls his arms from over his knees and folds them across his chest, listening. |
| [Tremin] says: Together, bravely, shot by shot, they fought to turn the tide. |
| Cogitatus 's smile fades rapidly, but he continues listening raptly. |
| Strand looks back up, startled, and smiles quick to Eigne. |
| Arrish starts and looks back, then relaxes into a nod to Eigne. |
| [Tremin] says: But by and by the brown-eyed girl grew careless, and she fell. |
| Meris watches Tremin with a growing sensation of uncharacteristic sorrow. |
| [Tremin] says: The green-eyed boy, he buried her, sealed off his private hell. |
| [Tremin] says: And when her body disappeared, men scoured the woods to find her. |
| Trinn grimaces. |
| [Tremin] says: He slumped home, empty, gun in hand... |
| Flit winces |
| [Tremin] says: ...arriving just behind her. |
| Cogitatus closes his eyes. |
| Tremin pauses a long time.... |
| Tremin takes a deep breath, then hurries through the rest. |
| Arrish takes a deep breath, lacing her hands together and watching them instead of Tremin. |
| Eigne whispers, "Poor lad." |
| [Tremin] says: He first saw where his mother lay, dismembered, badly beaten, |
| Artymys frowns slightly, her hands curling into fists inside her robe to control the shimmer of tears in her eyes. |
| Brindebos clenches his jaw. |
| [Tremin] says: Then the brown-eyed girl on her hands and knees... then his father's corpse, half-eaten. |
| [Tremin] says: She lifted her head - her dead eyes searched for weakness, and found none... |
| [Tremin] says: He'd seen her at tag; he knew damn well how fast she might have run... |
| No player named 'aldic' is currently playing. |
| [Tremin] says: ...But she smiled a wormy smile, stared down the barrel of his gun... |
| Meris leans over to whisper to Arahshiel. "The Scarlets... used to tell such tales to rally people behind them." |
| [Tremin] says: For when all was said, and when all was done... |
| [Tremin] says: *quietly* She wanted him to be the one. |
| Tremin lowers the paper slowly. |
| Eigne shivers. |
| Brindebos sits motionless. |
| Cogitatus looks at Tremin with a blank look on his face. |
| Arahshiel nods to Meris, a tinge of sadness in her eyes. |
| Tremin starts to look very uncomfortabl3e. |
| Veras nods slightly, then lets his eyes wander again |
| Trinn gives Tremin a compassionate look. |
| Nikian sighs softly with a sad shake of his head, lips pulled down into an uncharacteristic frown, eyes still on Tremin. |
| Hysteric giggles at Tremin. |
| [Eigne] says: Lad, I'd no idea |
| Cogitatus then lowers his head and closes his eyes. |
| Flit absently pets her mechanical squirrel. |
| Tremin turns and goes back to his place. |
| Arrish bites her lip, not looking up. |
| Artymys watches Tremin closely, her head dipping in respect as she sits quietly. |
| Potar nods respectfully to Tremin, but cannot summon the desire to applaud. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Very well written. |
| [Meris] says: Tremin-- very thoughful. |
| Arahshiel smiles gently at Tremin. |
| [Meris] says: Although I've heard such... verse before. |
| Strand nods once, then claps, slow acknowledgement of bravery. |
| Meris eyes Tremin carefully. |
| Artymys simply rests her fingertips on the back of his hand for a moment. |
| Eigne claps along with Strand. |
| Brindebos , jaw still clenched tightly, nods his head once at Tremin. "Poignant... very poignant." |
| Ervine settles down and pulls out her notepad and quill and places them in her lap. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Is ti actually a story of a particular couple? |
| Tremin says nothing, studying his hands. |
| Arrish lets out a breath, then claps as well, softly. |
| [Meris] says: It was very moving, nonetheless. Even before it turned... to recent events. |
| Flit studies Tremin a moment, then claps softly. |
| Annemarie glares at cogitatus. |
| [Talena] says: I am not sure how this system works...but I have a short song I heard a dwarven rogue sing once...Its stuck with me on the road ever since... |
| Cogitatus nods in agreement with Meris. |
| Trinn gives Tremin one more long look, then leans back to wave at Trafford. |
| Trafford smiles at Trinn. |
| Strand glances to Telena. "That's how it works, actually. Please, share with us." |
| [Tremin] says: Uh, yes, it's a true story. |
| Talena coughs slightly... |
| Tremin gratefully turns his attention to the next speaker. |
| Arrish looks up briefly towards Tremin. |
| Tremin 's eyes are on Talena. |
| Cogitatus listens to Talena. |
| [Talena] says: Well I fell into prison about a quarter to three... |
| Veras glances at Tremin then looks to Talena |
| [Talena] says: Where I found in my cell, a glass waiting for me |
| Cogitatus chuckles quietly. |
| [Talena] says: So I filled what was empty, and pulled up a stool |
| Nikian sighs once more, deeply as he leans forward once more, knees shifting to come up to his chest as he wraps his arms around his knees, eyes studying the ground before his feet, lost in thought. |
| [Talena] says: He stood in the corner, the ole devil wouldn't move |
| [Aidic] says: I need to go to the city |
| Cogitatus waves at Aidic. |
| [Talena] says: He said you drink when your lonely |
| Artymys frowns at Aidic. |
| [Talena] says: "No I drink when I want" |
| [Talena] says: He said "Youll never be sober" |
| Potar resumes reading the old tome with the Silver Hand insignia upon it, giving a look and a nod of respect to Trafford before doing so. |
| [Aidic] says: ill be back |
| [Talena] says: ...Sure would I want that... |
| Trafford returns the nod |
| [Talena] says: I said "I drink to be merry...but unfortunately...." |
| [Talena] says: "Im in the wrong prison cell...and the wrong company!" |
| Talena curtsies. |
| Trafford smiles at Talena. |
| Ervine chuckles at Talena. |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Talena. |
| Cogitatus blinks, slightly confused. |
| Eigne claps excitedly for Talena. |
| Annemarie claps excitedly. |
| Meris smiles at Talena. |
| Cogitatus is certain he missed something, somewhere. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Talena. |
| Veras chuckles |
| You clap excitedly for Talena. |
| Brindebos claps excitedly for Talena. |
| Aryss smirks |
| Arrish claps for Talena. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Artymys keeps her eyes on Tremin thoughtfully, applauds absently. |
| Talena smiles. |
| [Talena] says: Thank you. |
| [Meris] says: What is your name, elf? |
| [Strand] says: Well, it's the tellers and singers who make the night what it is. |
| Meris looks to Talena. |
| Brindebos looks at the ground... flicking grass with his fingers. |
| Arrish glances back at Eigne and pats the ground nearby. |
| [Talena] says: Talena Furrow. |
| Strand moves over, making room. |
| [Talena] says: And yourself? |
| Meris nods at Talena. "Well, thanks for your little contribution. Now... who was it who wanted the third prime number position?" |
| [Meris] says: Err... Meris. |
| Strand nods to Annemarie. "Although I think you've already missed it; but care to go fourth?" |
| [Annemarie] says: That would be me. |
| Trafford smiles at Meris. |
| Ervine smiles towards Meris and nods her head slightly in her direction when she finally spots Meris across from the fire. |
| [Meris] says: Well, close enough. |
| Meris half waves to Ervine. |
| Varranor bows down graciously. |
| [Feldias] says: a filthy tauren ! |
| Annemarie pats Tremin on the shoulder on her way to the center, |
| Artymys frowns at Feldias. |
| [Cogitatus] says: We leave grudges outside the circle. |
| Potar waves at Dahla. |
| Ashyne glares angrily at Feldias. |
| [Varranor] says: [Orcish] Gul mog Regas Nakazz tago ogg zug nakazz kek kil |
| Feldias is disgusted |
| Strand says to Feldias, "Let it be; it's a peaceful night." |
| [Ervine] says: Let him be. He's obvious curious. |
| Brindebos leans over to Arahshiel and whispers, "Lassie, did he gi'ye any o' tha' stew? Ye plan on eatin' it?" |
| Varranor bows down graciously. |
| Trinn gives Dahla a happy smile. |
| Ashyne waves at Dahla. |
| Strand smiles over to Dahla, pleased. |
| [Annemarie] says: Alright, I just have a short poem to receit. It's not an origional work exactly, but I'd like to share it. |
| Aryss cocks an eyebrow over her goggles at Dahla's dress |
| Arrish nods a greeting to Dahla. |
| [Telesphore] says: thats enough, im out |
| Dahla rubs the sleep from her eyes, blushing and waving at anyone who greets her. |
| Flit waves at Dahla. |
| Potar resumes reading the worn lexicon, half-listening to Annemarie. |
| Ervine starts and reaches her notepad, sucks a bit on the tip of her quill to moisten it and adds a couple notes to the parchment. |
| Cogitatus listens to Annemarie. |
| Annemarie takes a deep breath before beginning.. |
| [Annemarie] says: I walked along the ocean, my head bowed low in sorrow... |
| Tremin listens intently to Annemarie. |
| [Annemarie] says: I hardly handled today, How do I cope with tomorow? |
| [Annemarie] says: The day was like every other... |
| [Annemarie] says: The pain... the grief inside.. |
| Artymys leans toward Tremin, whispering in return. |
| [Ladel] says: i am 8 |
| [Annemarie] says: My strength was running out, I could no longer hide. |
| Brindebos watches Annemarie talk. |
| Cogitatus listens to Annemarie sympathetically. |
| Trinn pushes away the goretusk, smiling. |
| [Annemarie] says: The pain was immense that day, it had never been that bad, |
| Artymys smiles slowly at him before turning to face Annemarie. |
| Cogitatus sighs at the Goretusks. |
| Flit scratches her nose, listening. |
| [Annemarie] says: And all of a sudden, out of the blue... |
| [Annemarie] says: I didn't feel that sad. |
| Nikian sighs softly as he pushes himself to his feet, brushing his hands down his vest. |
| Nikian kneels down. |
| [Annemarie] says: Something happened that day, the weight became like a feather. |
| Strand gives Nikian a warm smile. |
| Nikian leans in to whisper quietly to Arrish. |
| [Annemarie] says: It'll never be entirely gone though... |
| Arrish tilts her head to listen to Nikian, her eyes politely still toward Annemarie. |
| [Annemarie] says: The memories are there forever. |
| [Annemarie] says: Although I still look back and cry, I had a friend whom In I could confide. |
| Nikian smiles faintly as he pulls his legs under himself, sliding down to sit, his eyes lifted to watch Annemarie. |
| [Annemarie] says: He means the whole world to me... |
| [Annemarie] says: He helped me reach the stronger side. |
| Flit waves at Vereta. |
| Arrish offers Nikian a smile, and then her expression returns to grave as she listens to Annemarie. |
| Vereta waves at Flit. |
| Annemarie bows her head for a moment, then lets out a deep breath. "I'd like to dedicate this poem to Geril, a dedicated follower of the light, and my friend. Thank you." |
| Flit claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Brindebos applauds at Annemarie. Bravo! |
| Ervine claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Athoe cheers at Annemarie! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Vereta claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| You clap excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Vereta applauds at Annemarie. Bravo! |
| Potar claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Meris smiles at Annemarie. |
| Athoe claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Talena claps excitedly. |
| [Eigne] says: clap |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Veras raises both eyebrows |
| Dahla looks down at her hands, before applauding. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Eigne claps excitedly for Annemarie. |
| Arrish raises her eyebrows and then smiles over at Dahla. |
| Aryss nods appreciatively |
| Artymys smiles as Annemarie passes them. |
| Trinn looks over at Dahla sympathetically. |
| Arrish claps for Annemarie. |
| Strand tilts his head, before realization comes to his face. |
| Ardelle sits quietly, politely nodding at Annemarie, a smile crossing her features. |
| Vereta waves at Cogitatus. |
| Cogitatus waves at Vereta. |
| [Aidic] says: lets party! |
| Cogitatus glances at Aidic. |
| Vereta stares Aidic down. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you. Who'd like to go next? |
| Aryss pulls out a sealed flask |
| Athoe looks around. |
| Ervine thrusts her hand in the air in a very acadmic fashion. |
| Vereta points at Ervine. |
| Trinn looks over at Ervine and smiles. |
| Meris fumbles through her pack looking for something. |
| Strand points at Ervine, reflexively like a professor. "Yes?" |
| Ardelle raises an eyebrow. |
| [Ervine] says: Well. It's more of an announcement more then a tale. |
| [Ervine] says: If I may. |
| [Vereta] says: Go for it. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. Well, it's not really announcement night, but... |
| [Ervine] says: My thanks. I'll keep it brief. |
| [Strand] says: If it's guild recruiting, I'm going to scowl. |
| Artymys leans over and whispers to Tremin as a voice whispers softly in the back of her mind. |
| Ervine clears her throat. |
| Flit grins at Strand. |
| [Ervine] says: I'd like to thank Meris for inviting me out her tonight. |
| Ervine gives Meris a wide smile. |
| Tremin nods at Artymys. |
| Meris smiles back at Ervine, seeming a little shy. |
| [Ervine] says: I've just moved from Dun Morogh to Stormwind, and it was good to speak with friendly company. |
| Tremin gives the snake a little pat. |
| Tremin waves goodbye to Black Kingsnake. Farewell! |
| Artymys smiles as she slips from the circle. |
| [Ervine] says: I and my husband are playwriter and director of a theater group, which we've been trying to relocate for some time. |
| Arrish glances across the circle. |
| Strand brightens. |
| Trinn smiles at Ervine. |
| Vereta thinks to himself...."Hmmm.." |
| [Meris] says: And you're seeking actors and actresses? |
| [Ervine] says: Tang and Bing is minus an entire staff of actors. I don't care about recruiting anyone, but if anyone has the passion of acting, I just wanted to let know that there'll always be spots in future plays. |
| Ardelle tilts her head in curiousity, adjusting her skirts as she does so, and rests her pert chin in her hand. |
| Ervine blushes slightly, her freckles all but disappearing. |
| Tremin smiles at her gently. |
| Brindebos looks back at Ardelle and whispers "Can ye see ok back thar lassie?" |
| [Ervine] says: At present I'm hoping the relocation will aid in my writer's block, but when my manuscript is done, I'd love to find new talent. |
| [Vereta] says: I'd be happy to help, if need be. |
| Eigne tells a joke. |
| [Ervine] says: Just look up the Tang and Bing Theater company at the Stormwind directory if you find anyone who may be interested. |
| Nikian sighs softly with a faint smile as he laces his fingers together on his lap, eyes on Ervine. |
| Strand nods thoughtfully. |
| Ervine bows down graciously. |
| Flit nods brightly. |
| [Ervine] says: Thank you for your ears my friends. |
| [Eigne] says: I've a wee joke if any are interested? |
| Vereta cheers at Eigne! |
| Athoe cheers at Ervine! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sure, go ahead. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Eigne. |
| Tremin cheers at Eigne! |
| Ardelle perks up at being spoken to, and gives an affirmative smile and nod to the dwarf, though does scoot a bit closer to the proceedings. |
| [Strand] says: I'm sorry I doubted -- it's good to see theater in town. |
| [Eigne] says: So a Dwarf, a Night Elf an' a gnome walk in tae a tavern taegether after a long afternon o' huntin' in the Barrens. Each orders a pint o' ther respective potables. |
| Vereta claps excitedly for Ervine. |
| [Strand] says: Please, Eigne! |
| Eigne brings her flagon up, as though to take a sip herself. |
| Brindebos smiles at Ardelle. |
| [Eigne] says: As they go tae take a well earned sip, they each notice a small spiderlin' 'as fallen intae ther tankards. |
| Eigne stares at her stien as if she can see something wriggling inside. |
| [Eigne] says: Well, now the Night Elf, he was a particular kindae elf. Liked 'is things jest so. So he call o'er the keeper: |
| Eigne imitates an elf "Elune be with you, good sir, but I can't drink this! Bring me a fresh pour if you will" |
| Aryss slowly unwinds the gold wire around the top of the flask |
| [Eigne] says: After a few second both the Night Elf an' the gnome notice a slight commotion tae the side. Turnin' tae gether tae look at ther dwarven companion they find 'im in a red faced rage. |
| Trafford smiles. |
| [Eigne] says: Well, now the Night Elf, he was a particular kindae elf. Liked 'is things jest so. So he call o'er the keeper: |
| Eigne imitates an elf "Elune be with you, good sir, but I can't drink this! Bring me a fresh pour if you will" |
| [Eigne] says: Now, the gnome, he was a bit more of a practical bent. He jest picked the wriggling thing out, knocks it to the side o' his flaggon and goes right on drinkin'. |
| [Eigne] says: After a few second both the Night Elf an' the gnome notice a slight commotion tae the side. Turnin' tae gether tae look at ther dwarven companion they find 'im in a red faced rage. |
| [Eigne] says: The dwarf 'as the poor spider danglin' o'er 'is flaggon, ppoundin' it on it's wee back. |
| [Eigne] says: Spit it out, durn you! Spit it out! |
| Trafford laughs. |
| Tremin takes one look at Eigne and lets out a guffaw! |
| Flit giggles at Eigne. |
| Eigne bows down graciously. |
| Ervine giggles. |
| Nikian laughs at Eigne. |
| Brindebos takes one look at Eigne and lets out a guffaw! |
| Ardelle chuckles softly. |
| Vereta laughs at Eigne. |
| Arrish looks amused, and applauds for Eigne. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Aidic laughs. |
| Aryss smirks slyly at Dahla. |
| Arahshiel lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Strand chortles happily. |
| Athoe rolls on the floor laughing. |
| Tremin applauds at Eigne. Bravo! |
| Trinn covers her mouth as she laughs. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Dahla applauds at Eigne. Bravo! |
| Veras chuckles |
| [Veras] says: Cute. |
| Annemarie cracks up laughing, whiping a tear from her eye. |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, I may not know Dwarves very well, but that still strikes me as someone who likes his ale a *little* too much. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Athoe smiles. |
| Brindebos mutters, "Tha's nay poosible lad." |
| [Strand] says: I've read that there's a dwarven belief. |
| [Eigne] says: Par'apse a tad bit more 'en the rest o us. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Brindebos. |
| Arrish smiles up to Eigne and scoots over to give her more room to sit down. |
| [Strand] says: After you pass away, before you can join the Light, you're suspended head-first in a barrel. |
| [Strand] says: Full of all the ale you ever spilt in life, and you've got to finish it before you go on. |
| Aryss starts to undo the seal, which is marked with a series of fine glyphs |
| Strand shrugs eloquently, and grins. "Who's next?" |
| [Eigne] says: Aye, tis true. Kinnae leave any behind! |
| [Aragoth] yells: What? |
| Tremin chuckles at you. |
| [Flit] says: Is that a punishment, or a reward? |
| Ervine styfles a snort at the image that's brought up in her head. |
| [Hysteric] says: lol |
| Brindebos nods in agreement. |
| [Vereta] says: Eww... |
| Dahla laughs softly. |
| Ashyne waves to his friends, before quietly backing out of the circle. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| Strand grins to Eigne. |
| Brindebos looks around, as if to say, "What's so funny about that?" |
| Trinn looks back and waves at Ashyne. |
| Aidic laughs. |
| [Eigne] says: more jest a responsibility |
| Arrish nods to Ashyne. |
| Trafford frowns with disappointment at Aidic. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry about that fireblast. Are you two okay? |
| Aryss pops open the top of the flask, releasing an odor not entirely unlike paint thinner |
| Tremin eyes Cogitatus up and down. |
| Trinn mutters, "It's unnecessary to keep /killing/ them." |
| Ervine shifts to make more room for everyone in the circle. |
| Strand says dryly, "There's this thing where we /don't/ kill the goretusks." |
| [Arrish] says: Really; they're quieter if you leave them be. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, Strand. I'll keep it in mind from now on. |
| Aryss lets out a hacking cough. |
| [Flit] says: It can be like a game! See who doesn't kill the most goretusks in the night! |
| Tremin laughs at Flit. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| Veras stifles a yawn |
| Strand laughs at Flit. |
| [Aidic] says: any one hungery |
| Flit beams. |
| [Strand] says: All right; we need another story. |
| Aryss sips from the flask and stiffens suddenly |
| Aryss turns a whole new shade of gray |
| Meris scans her eyes around the crowd. |
| Dahla grins at the sound of crickets. "I've always got one or two." |
| Athoe looks around. |
| Trinn smiles over at Dahla. |
| [Trinn] says: Oh, good. |
| Flit beams at Dahla. |
| Strand claps for Dahla, pleased. "Save us once again." |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Nikian quirks a brow slightly at Dahla's words as he shifts his weight slightly for comfort. |
| Potar smiles at Dahla. |
| Aryss blinks, shivers, and takes a long, fast draught from the flask |
| Aryss looks oddly about and pardons herself |
| Ervine wiggles her small feet before her as she settles in the grass. A look of pure pleasure displayed on her face. |
| Dahla brushes off her knees, looking around the circle. "Well, as I'm missing a couple of my partners in crime, something I had planned for tonight is getting pushed aside." |
| Flit grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: So I guess you're going to have to settle for a story about my friend, the priest. |
| Arrish gives Dahla a relieved look. |
| Aryss burps |
| Veras tilts his head |
| Dahla winks at Flit. "Next week." |
| Potar turns another page in his tome, but concentrates a little on listening to Dahla. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla and listens. |
| Flit attempts to look innocent. |
| Trafford listens |
| Ervine listens intently to Dahla. |
| Aryss re-seals the flask and looks crookedly at Dahla |
| Brindebos watches Dahla expectantly. |
| You wave at Alerac. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, I've told many stories about my friend, the priest... but I've never told just how or why he became one. |
| [Dahla] says: I'm sure plenty of you feel that most are just called to such service by an inner feeling, or a deep-seated need. And certainly. Many are. |
| Arrish listens attentively to Dahla. |
| Flit smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Tremin listens intently to Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: But no. My friend, the priest? I'm afraid we share the same problem. |
| Dahla shakes her head. "Terrible curiosity." |
| Strand nods sympathetically. |
| Berlshenk nods very slowly. |
| Flit looks at Dahla and grins. "'S not terrible." |
| Potar shakes his head, grinning. |
| [Strand] says: It's an opportunity, not a problem. |
| [Dahla] says: You see, he'd heard that the Cathedral in Lordaeron was the most magnificent structure in the city... more grand than any building there, with doors that led into rooms housing incredible secrets and treasures. |
| Aragoth pushes up his goggles. |
| Trafford sighs at Aidic. |
| Berlshenk leans a little bit towards Aragoth. |
| Aryss glares angrily at Aidic. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ((I assume Aidic was lagging.)) |
| Nikian shakes his head subtly with a brief sad frown. |
| Brindebos whispers, "Why don' ye sit doon lad." |
| [Clementime] says: Anyone sitting here? |
| Dahla grins quietly. "And one of these rooms... held something incredible. Something that was rumoured to bring into clarity everything about life, and the world...." |
| Dahla steadfastly ignores people who've been drinking Flit's squirrel's coffee. |
| Aragoth shakes his head, then whispers "Lordaeron." |
| [Vereta] says: ((Either that or a friend took over the computor.)) |
| Arrish gives Nikian a sidelong, inquisitive look. |
| Clementime looks around and then takes a seat |
| Flit shakes her head at Clementime, smiles. |
| Berlshenk nods. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, he desperately wanted to go see this. Who wouldn't? I mean, honestly. |
| Nikian leans in towards Arrish, smiling faintly as he whispers softly. |
| Clementime looks in Flits direction |
| [Aidic] says: my bother |
| [Dahla] says: But when he asked a passing journeyman priest about what it was, housed so deep within the Cathedral... the journeyman just smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I can't tell you. You're not a priest." |
| Nikian shrugs uncomfortably as he sits back up. |
| [Flit] says: Awww. That's no fun. |
| Brindebos frowns. |
| Dahla nods at Flit. "No fun at all! He wasn't worried, though. He decided he'd travel to Lordaeron and see if he could go see for himself what this treasure was." |
| Arrish murmurs softly to Nikian in response, then resettles, listening to Dahla. |
| Eigne kneels before Dahla. |
| Ervine ponders, *what a sheer brilliant marketing campaign.* |
| Berlshenk leans toward Aragoth again. |
| Eigne grins wickedly at Ervine. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, as he got closer and closer to the city, he'd run into more and more men and women of the cloth. But every time he asked one of them what it was the Cathedral held, the answer was the same. |
| Aryss shifts uneasily |
| Dahla shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you. You're not a priest." |
| Clementime looks over to the lord that has just sat down and murmurs "Hello" |
| Aragoth shrugs at Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk sighs quietly to himself. |
| Tremin peers at Dahla searchingly. |
| Brindebos nods in respect to Adantigus. |
| [Dahla] says: Well. This wasn't going so well. So my friend -- who was not a priest -- hit upon a brilliant plan. He was going to dress up AS a priest, and see this treasure for himself. |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| Strand looks startled, then grins. |
| Ervine lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Uh-oh. |
| Vereta gasps. |
| [Athoe] says: Uhoh |
| Eigne laughs at Dahla. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I see a problem. |
| Dahla glances back at Trinn and winks. "So he found himself an Acolyte robe, and headed to the Cathedral." |
| Clementime wonders if that brillant plan worked |
| Berlshenk grumbles quietly to himself. "More problems..." |
| Strand leans over and murmurs to Trinn. |
| Trinn blushes back at Dahla, laughing. |
| Arrish looks a bit startled, herself, then smiles slightly ruefully. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Kindly *stop. |
| [Vereta] says: ((BUM BUM BUMMMMMMMMMM!)) |
| Brindebos grins. |
| Ardelle raises an eyebrow. |
| Flit grins at Berlshenk, "Prolly." |
| [Dahla] says: Well, he got to the Cathedral doors, and all seemed well... he was welcomed in, and treated warmly. |
| Cogitatus sighs at Aidic. |
| Aragoth pushes his goggles up and looks at the stars. |
| Cogitatus turns his attention back to Dahla. |
| Eigne whispers "If it did I doubt he'd be a priest now." |
| [Dahla] says: But when he asked about seeing the treasure beneath the Cathedral? They smiled at him, and despite his robes, shook their heads. "I'm sorry. We can't tell you. You're not a priest." |
| Nikian drops his hands from his lap to brace himself as he leans back slightly, listening intently to Dahla. |
| [Flit] says: How'd they know? |
| Berlshenk snickers quietly. |
| [Strand] says: Consider Brother Sarno. |
| Dahla winks at Flit. "How indeed?" |
| [Flit] says: Oh. . . .yeah. . . . |
| [Aidic] says: i want to die |
| [Dahla] says: Ah, Sarno's a perceptive sort. Seems most door greeters are. |
| [Dahla] says: Well. Seeing as he had the robes now anyhow, it was settled. |
| [Arrish] says: (( Aidic, can you either join in or leave, please? )) |
| [Dahla] says: My friend was going to become a priest. |
| Ervine lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Dahla] says: Just to see what the damned thing beneath the Cathedral was. |
| Berlshenk grumbles again. "More problems..." |
| Cogitatus chuckles at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, he studied hard and learned the lessons. He had a talent for healing and absorbed what they taught him with a fervor that surprised even himself. |
| Tremin smirks slyly at Dahla. |
| Arrish gives Dahla an amused look, still wry. |
| Flit grins. |
| Cogitatus listens to Dahla intently. |
| Potar stifles a laugh, grinning. |
| [Dahla] says: But once in a while, he'd ask about what was beneath the Cathedral. And they'd smile, and tell him... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, we can't tell you. |
| Aragoth stretches his arms, almost hitting the side of Berlshenk's head. |
| [Clementime] says: You're not a priest |
| [Eigne] says: Yer not a priest |
| Dahla chuckles and nods. |
| Clementime giggles at Adantigus. |
| Flit casts Aragoth a curious look. |
| Vereta chuckles at Dahla. |
| Trinn grins at Dahla. |
| [Annemarie] says: I don't get it. |
| Berlshenk shoos Aragoth's arm a bit. |
| Ervine grins widely. |
| Strand chuckles happily. |
| Nikian chuckles faintly as he shifts his weight slightly, fingers plucking at the grass as he continues to lean back, braced on his hands. |
| [Aragoth] says: Oh.. sorry... |
| Eigne laughs at Dahla. |
| [Arrish] says: Hmm, motivation. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Arrish. |
| Berlshenk grumbles at the boar walking around. |
| [Dahla] says: Well. It really didn't take him long to finish his time as an Acolyte and he became a journeyman priest. It was time for him to go out into the world, where many of his stories I've told take place. |
| [Dahla] says: He ranged far and wide, lost in his work and bringing aid to others. In fact, in the years he was gone, he almost -- almost -- forgot about that room beneath the Cathedral. |
| Tremin smirks slyly at Dahla. |
| Berlshenk glares angrily at Great Goretusk. |
| Flit prepares for the punchline. |
| [Dahla] says: When he finally achieved his mastery, in his travels, it was time for him to return home -- and this time he knew it was about time to finally see this treasure. |
| Athoe pushes Aidic's body aside as if it were a bread crumb. |
| Clementime begins to wonder if there really is a room under the cathedral she thinks to herself " I will have to investigate that further. and jots down "cathrdral"into her scroll |
| Ardelle fidgets and looks expectantly at the sky, hoping to tell the hour from the position of the sun... but finding no sun, lets out a little gasp and hops up in one deft motion, and gives the circle an appreciative nod before slipping away. |
| Athoe winks slyly at Ardelle. |
| Cogitatus waves at Ardelle. |
| [Dahla] says: Unfortunately, as he got there... there was a small problem. |
| Berlshenk slowly takes his gun out from his backpack. |
| Strand leans forward, anticipatory, then looks disappointed. |
| Aragoth looks over at the gun. |
| Dahla winces quietly. "Lordaeron wasn't really there anymore. At least, not in the sense he knew it." |
| Tremin frowns with disappointment at Dahla. |
| [Cogitatus] says: The plague? |
| Arrish bites her lip, nodding. |
| Eigne nods solemly. |
| Berlshenk slowly aims it at the wandering boars without looking at them. |
| Nikian sighs softly still looking to Dahla. |
| Clementime looks wearily at the hog who seems to be circling her, then at the one who joined it. "I should move" |
| Dahla sighs softly and nods. "So he was caught up for years afterwards, helping people where he could, even standing against the threats of the world." |
| Clementime ouch. That damn boar stepped on me |
| [Dahla] says: But. As a small glimmer of hope... it seemed the treasure in Lordaeron had been rescued. And moved. |
| Clementime gets up and scans the circle for a spare area |
| Cogitatus arches his eyebrows. |
| [Dahla] says: And was placed in the brand new Cathedral of Light in Stormwind during the rebuilding, with a special room all its own. |
| Berlshenk slowly moves his finger onto the trigger. |
| Brindebos beckons Clementime over. |
| Eigne looks on expectantly. |
| [Dahla] says: So though it had been years, when the wars were finally ended, he came to Stormwind... and they opened the doors to him and welcomed him inside. |
| Ervine raises an eyebrow at Berlshenk. |
| Brindebos smiles at Clementime. |
| Flit says, a little hollowly from inside her diving helmet, "I bet it was cookies." |
| Cuprifex blinks as the great boar suddenly falls down dead. |
| Arrish glances over to Flit, smiling suddenly. |
| Eigne chuckles at Flit. |
| Berlshenk grins, then lets his finger off of the trigger, and slowly puts the gun back into his backpack. |
| Aragoth grins slightly. |
| Brindebos whispers "I had t'move too lassie. Beasties woudna leave me alone." |
| Dahla runs a hand through her hair. "And he finally looked in...." |
| Clementime finds a spot on the other side and stations herself between a dwarf and a night elf |
| [Eigne] says: So what did he see? |
| [Clementime] says: What a nuisance they are |
| Aryss braces for it |
| [Cogitatus] says: He couldn't tell her. |
| Dahla blinks and looks over at Eigne. |
| Tremin peers at Dahla searchingly. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, I'm sorry. |
| Athoe takes out a pen and a spare bit of parchment. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: I can't tell you. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: You're not a priest. |
| Veras rolls his eyes |
| Trafford lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| Aryss looks at Dahla and groans. |
| Eigne laughs at Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: We're not priests. |
| Clementime giggles at Dahla. |
| Athoe lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Brindebos lets out a boisterous guffaw! |
| Arrish eyes Dahla, then giggles softly. |
| Trafford laughs. |
| Strand gives Dahla an exceedingly reproachful look. |
| Vereta falls down |
| [Annemarie] says: Some of us are priests! |
| [Cogitatus] says: How did I see that one coming? |
| Tremin shakes his fist at Dahla. |
| Cogitatus grins widely. |
| Potar laughs. |
| [Vereta] says: ((D'oh!)) |
| Flit claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| [Eigne] says: So, you tell us. |
| [Athoe] says: Bah, I will just sneak in there and find out. |
| Berlshenk slowly takes the gun out again from his backpack. |
| Trinn laughs helplessly. |
| [Aryss] says: You realize, it's stories like that that were the REAL reason we locked up Illidan.... |
| Nikian chuckles as he sits back up. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Cuprifex glances surreptitiously at the lockpicking tools in his pocket. |
| [Eigne] says: on that note, lads and lasses. i got me a date wit a bed. |
| Flit pulls off her dive helmet, the danger past. |
| Arriana removed from friends list. |
| [Clementime] says: I am just glad I wasnt here for the beginning of a tale like that. |
| Dahla chuckles and takes a small bow. |
| Veras rubs his temples |
| Trinn grins and waves at Eigne. |
| [Strand] says: Eigne, if you see Zirakar, any time soon? |
| Arrish nods and smiles to Eigne. |
| Aryss feels her brain cells dying |
| [Eigne] says: Aye? |
| Potar smiles at Dahla. "Wonderful story, as always." |
| Berlshenk slowly places his finger on the trigger. |
| Strand grins, irrepressible. "Could you tell him I'll be doing mooncloth by this weekend?" |
| [Vereta] says: My it's getting dark. |
| Cogitatus agrees with Potar. |
| [Vereta] says: There |
| Dahla smiles at Potar. "Thank you." |
| Berlshenk aims it carefully at the boar, and.... |
| Arrish leans over to smile to Dahla. |
| [Arrish] says: Painfully good, as usual. |
| Ervine looks up at the starry sky and thankful that she can fly back to Stormwind. |
| [Eigne] says: That I will. Though my sightin's of me man are few and far between. But I'll let 'im know in me next letter. |
| [Strand] says: Thank you. |
| Nikian offers Dahla a smile, nodding in agreement to Arrishs' words. |
| Eigne waves goodbye to you. Farewell! |
| [Aragoth] says: Ow! |
| Brindebos grins wickedly at Berlshenk. |
| Aragoth covers his ears. |
| You wave at Eigne. |
| Ervine looks up startled at the dead corpse that drops before her. |
| Eigne waves goodbye to Arrish. Farewell! |
| Clementime looks shocked as the boar drops dead |
| Eigne waves goodbye to Annemarie. Farewell! |
| [Arrish] says: Give my regards to him as well, Eigne. |
| [Cuprifex] says: Dwarf 1, boar 0. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Eh, sorry, boar was annoyin. |
| Berlshenk places the gun back in his backpack. |
| Aragoth hits Berlshenk's shoulder. |
| Berlshenk grunts lsightly. |
| [Aragoth] says: That was bloody /loud/! |
| Cogitatus glances over and notices Jorii. |
| Cogitatus waves at Jorii. |
| Jorii waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well you had ta be beside me! |
| Flit nods in agreement with Aragoth. |
| Jorii greets everyone with a hearty hello! |
| [Aragoth] says: You had to shoot the gun off just as I sat down... |
| Berlshenk looks around. |
| Meris glances around the circle. |
| Trinn leans back on her elbows and looks up at the stars. |
| Arrish leans back on her hands, feet tucked under herself. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well!? Anyone gonna share their stories?! |
| [Clementime] says: Well I am over here, and thought it rather loud and obtrusive myself |
| [Vereta] says: Consider yourself lucky you don't have Kadolei ears. |
| Strand looks around, contentedly. "Who wants the center next? Can't let us end on that note, I'll go mad with curiosity." |
| [Vereta] says: Ow... |
| [Meris] says: Oh, someone will... I know certain people are holding back... |
| Potar sifts more quickly through the worn-out pages of the tome, trying to find anything of interest. |
| Aragoth presses his hands against his ears. |
| [Veryxia] says: I will speak up. |
| Veryxia sneers. |
| [Aidic] says: not me |
| Tremin smiles at Dahla. |
| [Annemarie] says: Please, no more propaganda of the light. I'm sure atleast half of us will go sign up at the church after this session is over. |
| Dahla has some severe mouse issues OOC AAAA! |
| Veryxia brushes her robes off, gently. |
| Athoe searches the goretusk for sellable items. |
| Ervine laughs at Berlshenk. |
| Tremin frowns with disappointment at Annemarie. |
| Veras stretches and yawns |
| Brindebos chuckles. |
| Berlshenk wavers his arms. "Blah blah blah!" |
| Trinn gives Annemarie a somewhat questioning look. "Bit extreme." |
| Strand listens to Veryxia, curiously. |
| [Annemarie] says: I was kidding... |
| Veryxia taps her chin, briefly.. and peers into the fire. |
| Trinn nods and looks to Veryxia. |
| Berlshenk glares at the other boar. |
| Ervine waves her arms before her face fending off a wagging boar tail. |
| Veryxia speaks with a cool, collected tone.. never turning from the fire. |
| [Aragoth] says: Don't shoot! |
| Berlshenk waves his right hand in air, grunting slightly. |
| [Veryxia] says: Flowers, lift your precious head to me, |
| Berlshenk clenches his teeth at the boar. |
| [Veryxia] says: I have come to her warm embrace.. |
| [Veryxia] says: The gentle touch of surreality - a sweet kiss.. |
| Ervine tilts her head in a curious fashion as she watches Veryxia. |
| [Veryxia] says: ... from beloved faith. |
| Berlshenk sighs, then gets up slowly. |
| [Veryxia] says: The gadens swim with fervent life, tonight, |
| [Veryxia] says: gardens* |
| Arrish glances around at those speaking during the poem, and then returns her attention to Veryxia. |
| Berlshenk takes a large weapon out from his backpack. |
| [Veryxia] says: I sense the beauty that waits for me, there.. |
| Aidic cheers! |
| [Veryxia] says: Dancing with the statues, in the pale moonlight - |
| Berlshenk slowly backs away, then runs to the boars position. |
| [Veryxia] says: the velvet whisper at play, with her hair.. |
| Dahla has invited you to join a group. |
| Veryxia sighs, the fire flickering in the depths of her eyes, and she turns, to seat herself once again. |
| Athoe cheers at Veryxia! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Veryxia. |
| Trafford lifts an eyebrow at that. |
| [Ervine] says: Beautiful! |
| Adantigus claps excitedly. |
| Berlshenk kicks the boar, then puts his weapon away. |
| Brindebos smiles at Veryxia. |
| Clementime thinks that the dying boars detracted from Beryxias poem |
| Meris smiles at Veryxia. "Short, but good..." |
| Flit applauds at Veryxia. Bravo! |
| Strand claps thoughtfully. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Veryxia. |
| Potar scratches his chain, then shrugs and nods. |
| [Clementime] says: T hat was a lovely poem Veryxia |
| Potar *chin |
| Arrish applauds at Veryxia. Bravo! |
| [Ervine] says: It painted such a lovely image in my mind. |
| Aragoth whispers "Thought you only had those rusty claws..." |
| [Vereta] says: Indeed |
| Veryxia pulls her hood more fully over her head, concealing her face in shadows as to avoid the stares. |
| Tremin eyes Veryxia up and down. |
| Berlshenk leans towards Aragoth, and whispers in return, "Friend made it fer me." |
| Nikian shifts his weight slightly as he slides his hand across the grass to gently slide his fingers over Arrish's hand, offering it a gentle squeeze. |
| Aragoth nods slightly. |
| Berlshenk glances around the crowd again. |
| Strand looks around the circle, curiously. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Anyone else?! |
| Trafford coughs |
| Aragoth eyes Great Goretusk up and down. |
| Trinn looks back at Trafford. |
| Clementime starts to stand up feeling faint and fatiged she has decided to retire. She looks around the circle once more and excuses hersel |
| Strand looks back at Trafford, curiously. |
| [Clementime] says: herself* |
| Flit waves at Clementime. |
| [Meris] says: gazes around the crowd. |
| [Trafford] says: Well.. I don't know. |
| Berlshenk makes an obscene face, then gets up. |
| Cogitatus waves at Clementime. |
| Arrish glances over to Nikian and leans her head over to murmur to him, with a faint smile. |
| [Trinn] says: Trafford? You'd be welcome. |
| [Strand] says: People who start 'I don |
| Clementime waves at Brindebos. |
| [Trafford] says: First time and all. |
| Clementime waves. |
| Tremin rises, slowly, and leaves the circle. |
| [Strand] says: People who start 'I don't know' always have the best stories. |
| [Trafford] says: You asked for it. |
| [Vereta] says: Sorry everyone but I must bid you all goodbye. |
| Cogitatus waves at Vereta. |
| Ervine waves goodbye to Vereta. Farewell! |
| Flit waves at Vereta. |
| Berlshenk waves slightly to Vereta. |
| [Vereta] says: Pleasure as always. |
| [Trafford] says: I call this, "I am not going to say a poem" |
| Vereta bows down graciously. |
| Potar nods respectfully to Trafford. |
| [Trafford] says: I am not going to say a poem! |
| Trinn grins. |
| Arrish glances across the circle, her expression going grave again. |
| Strand tilts his head, listening. |
| [Trafford] says: I am not going to stand here and recite angst and rhyme! |
| Nikian leans towards Arrish, twisting his head slightly as he whispers, eyes lifted respectfully towards Trafford. |
| Flit stifles a giggle. |
| Berlshenk yawns quietly to himself. |
| [Trafford] says: I will not RAISE MY VOICE, to make WORDS mean MORE than they DO! |
| Meris quirks a brow at Trafford. |
| Dahla grins as she listens. |
| [Trafford] says: I will not stare at you to give meaning to something that otherwise is meaningless. |
| Trafford stares Trinn down. |
| [Aragoth] says: But you are right now... |
| Aragoth rests his head on his hand. |
| [Flit] says: Shhhh. He's bein' ironic. . . . |
| Cogitatus listens to Trafford. |
| [Aragoth] says: Obviously.... |
| Nikian rolls his wide shoulders in a subtle shrug as he quirks a brow in concern at Arrish. |
| [Trafford] says: I will not say things that end with thought and ponder nor sing song my voice to make it seem like this is a good poeeeeeem........ |
| [Trafford] says: I will NOT.. |
| Trafford stares Trinn down. |
| Athoe smiles. |
| [Trafford] says: Say a poem. |
| Aragoth lets out a brief sigh. |
| Trafford bows down graciously. |
| Cuprifex applauds at Trafford. Bravo! |
| Flit giggles at Trafford. |
| Athoe cheers at Trafford! |
| Berlshenk sighs. |
| Meris grins at Trafford. |
| Dahla applauds at Trafford. Bravo! |
| Strand claps, looking amused. |
| Flit applauds at Trafford. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Trafford. |
| Ervine lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Potar chuckes and applauds Trafford. |
| Trinn quirks a grin, and leans over to whisper to Trafford. |
| Brindebos claps, a little uncertainly. |
| [Athoe] says: That non poem brought tears to my eyes. |
| Annemarie laughs. |
| Berlshenk glances around the crowd again. |
| [Brindebos] says: Wot am I clappin' fer agin? |
| Cogitatus laughs at Athoe. |
| [Flit] says: Were they non-tears, too? |
| Trafford laughs. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alright! Who's next? |
| [Cuprifex] says: I think even the boars are weeping with emotion. |
| [Athoe] says: Indeed! |
| [Cogitatus] says: We're clapping for something that is not a poem. |
| Veras shrugs slightly |
| Cuprifex stretches elaborately. |
| [Cuprifex] says: I s'pose I could go. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Anyone?! Aww c'mon! |
| [Flit] says: Or it was a poem, but he didn't tell it. |
| Trinn looks to Cuprifex with interest. |
| Trafford grins wickedly. |
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| Berlshenk sighs loudly, then gets up quickly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alright then! I'll go! |
| Cuprifex debates whether to defer to the dwarf. |
| Aryss arches her back as a Public Service Announcement blasts through her earpieces at high volume |
| Cuprifex delights in the letter D. |
| Berlshenk looks around, then scrounges something in his backpack. |
| Aragoth eyes Berlshenk up and down. |
| Berlshenk takes a gun out. |
| Athoe gently pats Great Goretusk. |
| [Aragoth] says: Hm? |
| Aryss pounds the side of the goggles frantically |
| Brindebos is curious what Berlshenk is up to. |
| Aragoth covers his ears quickly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Wait... |
| [Berlshenk] says: Pull!!!! |
| Flit beams at Cuprifex, as D is a letter second only to F for sheer niftiness. |
| [Athoe] says: ... |
| Aragoth winces even with his ears covered. |
| [Cuprifex] says: Performance art! |
| Aragoth grumbles. |
| [Berlshenk] says: This ain't it! |
| [Berlshenk] says: Wait... |
| Cuprifex applauds wildly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Pull! |
| Athoe lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Trafford lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Strand] says: No, no. Either story or sit. |
| [Aragoth] says: Gah! |
| [Cogitatus] says: It had better not be. |
| Athoe claps for Berlshenk, clearly unimpressed. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Berlshenk. |
| Veras blinks |
| [Strand] says: No killing goretusks while we're waiting for the story. |
| [Veras] says: Trying to kill me? |
| Berlshenk clears his throat. |
| Aragoth mutters, "Glad I had my ears covered..." |
| [Annemarie] says: Who's up next again? |
| [Berlshenk] says: Hey! I ain't done! |
| Arrish sighs faintly, watching Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alright. |
| [Brindebos] says: Moon's nigh o'erhead lad... |
| [Berlshenk] says: You've heard about what happened at Dun Modr, right? |
| Aryss gets her goggles under control, and breathes a sigh of relief |
| Berlshenk glances at everyone around him. |
| Aragoth puts his hands back down, waiting for Berlshenk to speak. |
| Strand nods. |
| Brindebos nods. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Right. Well, I was a soldier that escaped when that fateful day happened. The day Dun Modr fell. |
| Cogitatus makes a note to review the history later. |
| Flit leans forward to listen. |
| Aragoth pushes his goggles up out of habit. |
| Berlshenk flips the front of his hood over. Their is an emblem inscribed on it. |
| Nikian frowns faintly for a brief moment before he cocks his head slightly to the side, listening. |
| Berlshenk turns to let everyone see. |
| Trinn leans forward, peering at it. |
| Aragoth looks around suddenly. |
| Strand tilts his head, looking close. |
| Cogitatus looks at the emblem, but doesn't recognize it. |
| Berlshenk flips the hood back. |
| [Berlshenk] says: This emblem reminds me of the many people lost that day, and also this scar. |
| Aragoth eyes Trafford up and down. |
| Trafford sighs at Aidic. |
| Berlshenk points to his left arm. There is a large scar going from his shoulder to his wrist. |
| Ervine burries her face in her hands in frustration. |
| Aryss threatens Aidic with the wrath of doom. |
| Berlshenk turns again to show everyone. |
| Ervine winces as she sees the scar. |
| Athoe soothes Ervine. There, there...things will be ok. |
| Cogitatus cringes upon seeing the scar. |
| Brindebos nods at Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: We lost many people that day. Women, children, courageous men, and, unfortauntely, children. |
| Aragoth 's brow furrows as he sees the scar, but does not appear upset. |
| Veras leans back, resting on his palms as he lets his eyes wander |
| Annemarie scratches her brow and stays silent. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Now, what most dwarves don't tell you about that day, was the people who almost took Dun Modr back! That was me, and a couple other lads. I'm here to get the word out! |
| Trafford smiles. |
| Aragoth nods slightly. |
| Cuprifex recently fought his way out of Dun Modr's ruins... and shivers a little. |
| Athoe gently pats Great Goretusk. |
| Flit watches the stars twinkle and turn. |
| [Berlshenk] says: It all started in Dun Modr. We were doin what we do normally. That is, gatherin crops, guardin the entrance, helpin our children not puke 'n all that. |
| [Annemarie] says: Ale training? |
| Aryss sits down, feeling validated |
| Berlshenk makes a wavering motion with his right arm. "Blah blah..." |
| Berlshenk glares slightly at Annemarie. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Annnyways, it was that day when I though things were gonna be normal, 'n if you hear stories, it doesn't always go accordin to plan. |
| Nikian shifts uncomfortably as he continues to lean back on one hand his other touching Arrish's, shaking his head slowly at Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Just after the last wagons of grain carried off, artillery shot from the bridge. It hit the wagon dead on and killed 3 people. |
| Cogitatus listens to his whisperstone and whispers a transmission back into it. |
| Cogitatus stands up and quietly excuses himself. |
| [Aidic] says: so know what. |
| Berlshenk glares at the boar. |
| Athoe cheers at Berlshenk! |
| [Athoe] says: Great story! |
| Aragoth covers his ears. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Not done yet! |
| Athoe lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Brindebos chuckles at Berlshenk. |
| Aragoth eyes Great Goretusk up and down. |
| Berlshenk raises his index finger, then pulls the gun out again with his left hand. |
| Athoe is overcome with boredom. Oh the drudgery! |
| Berlshenk yawns sleepily. |
| Aragoth points at Great Goretusk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: ... what was I talkin about again? |
| [Athoe] says: Goats |
| Aragoth puts his hand back down on the ground. |
| [Meris] says: Ducks. |
| [Brindebos] says: Artillery... wagon... 3 people dead. |
| [Athoe] says: And their impact on the Titans creation of the world. |
| [Flit] says: Wagon. Artillery. |
| [Strand] says: Right. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Oh... right. |
| Arrish gives Nikian a sympathetic look; her own expression remains rather grave. |
| Aragoth begins to lift his hand back up,. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Then hell broke loose. Out of the hills stormed hundreds of darkiron dwarves. It was like a flood of darkness, and we couldn't do anythin about it. All the guards were stationed in front, the people were defenseless. |
| [Aragoth] says: ((hand*)) |
| Berlshenk glances at Aragoth. |
| Aragoth points at the boar over yonder. |
| Trafford leans back and admires the view of the clock tower. |
| Berlshenk waves his hand, then shakes hia head. |
| Aragoth puts his hands back down, nodding. |
| Nikian offers Arrish a faint smile as he continues to listen, frown in place. |
| Berlshenk ((His*)) |
| Athoe stands and begins to walk around the circle. |
| Athoe taps Potar on the head and whispers "duck." |
| Athoe taps Arahshiel on the head and whispers "duck." |
| Athoe slap |
| Arahshiel looks up, an odd smile on her face. |
| Ervine frowns with disappointment at Athoe. |
| [Athoe] says: Goose! |
| Strand glances at Athoe. |
| Strand points out gently, "Wrong." |
| Strand returns his attention to Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk bobs his head down and shakes it slowly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well... since everyone was defenseless... the darkiron dwarves... killed everyone. |
| Flit bites her lip, still watching the stars. |
| Brindebos starts to nod off slightly... eyes only half open. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Guns, swords, axes, knives... they used it all... they killed almost every single person in that town. Didn't even spare the children. |
| Berlshenk looks at everyone. |
| Aragoth pushes up his goggles, listening intently to Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk grins slightly, then places his right hand on something in his backpack. |
| [Berlshenk] says: The bad thing is... I had to see all of it. |
| Nikian leans towards Arrish, whispering softly as he squeezes her hand once more. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I saw the blood. I saw those bastards stab 'n shoot everyone down. The blood was endless... |
| Arrish nods slightly to Nikian, murmuring softly back to him. |
| Ervine purses her lips in thought, trying to see the carnage in her mind, and realising she could not. |
| Trafford frowns a little. |
| [Berlshenk] says: We tried our best, but it was futile. The more men we dispatched, the more we lost. Just another war I suppose. |
| Trinn wraps her arms around her knees again, laying her head down. |
| [Berlshenk] says: After hours of gun totin 'n yellin, we had ta retreat. |
| [Aidic] says: i need to go to town |
| Nikian sighs softly as he cocks his head slightly to the side thinking for a moment before he whispers back. |
| Berlshenk bobs his head again. |
| Strand reaches over, and touches his knuckles against Trinn's ankle, with a quiet smile. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Uhh... |
| Ivan kneels down. |
| Berlshenk curses under his breath. |
| Flit pulls her eyes from the sky to Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well... this is akward... I fergot the rest of the story. |
| Nikian shifts his weight slightly as he continues to frown, listening to Berlshenk. |
| Honor giggles softly |
| Brindebos chuckles at Berlshenk. |
| Arahshiel smiles. |
| Berlshenk scratches his head. |
| Ivan smirks |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well I guess that's it fer me. Who's next? |
| [Ervine] says: You think your mind blanked on purpose? I hear it happens sometimes. |
| [Flit] says: Try, "But someday we'll take Dun Modr back again." |
| [Strand] says: ... and the next person needs a sworn affidavit that there's an end to the story. |
| Berlshenk shrugs slightly, then scratches his head again. |
| [Meris] says: This is somewhat ... odd. But it isn't the first time it's happened. |
| [Veryxia] says: I think we all know what the end to his story is. You can travel north of Menethil to find out, if you'd like. |
| [Strand] says: When Ingarath gets back, I'm buying him beer. Um. Who's next? |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well, we almost had it! If I just remembered... |
| [Annemarie] says: I've got a joke! |
| Ivan snickers lowly. |
| Berlshenk scratches his head for the third time, then walks back to his seat. |
| Cuprifex looks back over his shoulder. |
| Flit smiles sadly at Berlshenk. "Maybe you'll remember for next week." |
| Berlshenk sighs forlornly. |
| Arrish looks slightly more at ease. |
| Brindebos snores loudly, waking himself up, and in the process blurts out, "No, no more lard stew fer me Da!" |
| Honor giggles at Brindebos. |
| Veryxia blinks. |
| Ervine sighs at Cuprifex. |
| [Cuprifex] says: Well, shall I? |
| Brindebos looks around a little embarrassed... then gets up and excuses himself. |
| Strand stretches. "Would anyone like to take the circle next? Oh, good. Please." |
| Meris nods to Cuprifex. |
| [Brindebos] says: Pleasure everwoon... but methinks I need t'retire noo. |
| Brindebos bows down graciously. |
| Cuprifex nods at Brindebos. |
| Flit waves at Brindebos. |
| Berlshenk waves slightly to Brindebos. |
| Brindebos waves. |
| Arahshiel waves at Brindebos. |
| [Cuprifex] says: This is a bit of a poem... hasn't really got a title, but you'll get the idea. |
| Cuprifex clears his throat, a little self-consciously. |
| [Cuprifex] says: The men who worked for Azeroth |
| [Cuprifex] says: They have their graves at home: |
| [Cuprifex] says: The birds and beasts of Azeroth |
| [Cuprifex] says: Above their stones may roam. |
| [Cuprifex] says: But they that fought for Azeroth, |
| [Cuprifex] says: And died for a failing star, |
| [Cuprifex] says: Alas, alas for Azeroth, |
| [Cuprifex] says: Their graves were dug afar. |
| Arrish listens to Cuprifex, frowning very faintly. |
| Cuprifex takes a deep breath, realizing he's rushing slightly. |
| [Cuprifex] says: And those that plot 'gainst Azeroth, |
| Berlshenk begins to shift through his backpack. |
| [Cuprifex] says: In secret conclave met... |
| [Cuprifex] says: Alas, alas for Azeroth, |
| Strand listens to Cuprifex intently. |
| [Cuprifex] says: Their graves are not dug yet. |
| Cuprifex blinks, and steps back. |
| Cuprifex bows down graciously. |
| Dahla smiles and applauds loudly. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Cuprifex. |
| You clap excitedly for Cuprifex. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Cuprifex. |
| Ivan 's lips sink into a slight frown. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Cuprifex. |
| Trafford claps excitedly. |
| Annemarie claps softly. |
| Berlshenk produces a strange, smelly book. |
| Cuprifex sits down, with a weird little smirk. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| Aryss nods appreciatively |
| [Berlshenk] says: Wait! I got it! |
| Honor lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Arrish applauds at Cuprifex. Bravo! |
| Berlshenk wavers the book around. |
| [Cuprifex] says: ((Not totally original, I cribbed most of it from Chesterton. )) |
| Flit tries to hold her breath while the book is next to her. |
| Cuprifex looks with interest at Berlshenk's book. |
| [Meris] says: Thank you, Cups. |
| Cuprifex smiles at Meris. |
| Ervine get's up quietly and gives everyone a nod. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Mind if I continue or do ya want me ta wait next week? |
| [Meris] says: Err... is it quick? |
| [Aidic] says: what day |
| [Ervine] says: It has gotten late and I must bid everyone ado. You all have a pleasent evening. |
| Flit waves at Ervine. |
| Meris waves at Ervine. |
| Arahshiel waves at Ervine. |
| Ervine waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Trinn smiles at Ervine. |
| Berlshenk waves at Ervine goodbye. |
| Berlshenk opens the smelly book. A horrible aroma escapes it. He begins to turn the pages. |
| Flit gags and grabs her diving helmet again. |
| Ivan quirks a brow. |
| Berlshenk nods to himself. "Oh... there we go." |
| Aragoth wrinkles his nose and pinches it with his left index and thumb. |
| Berlshenk closes the book with one hand, then gets up. |
| Honor stifles a yawn, and casts an apologetic look at Ivan |
| [Berlshenk] says: Soooo... wanna continue 'er wait next week? |
| Trinn looks around the circle. |
| [Meris] says: Depends on who else may want to speak... |
| [Strand] says: Aye. |
| [Meris] says: And how short the rest of the piece is |
| Meris winks slyly at Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well... dunno if it's short 'er not. But if yer willin, I'll give the rest of the story another go. |
| Meris looks to Strand. |
| [Strand] says: There's no promise of shortness. |
| [Strand] says: I say next week. |
| [Strand] says: At which point I think it's Ingarath's decision. |
| Annemarie frowns. |
| Strand looks distinctly pleased with himself. |
| [Meris] says: Alright then. Heh. He'll be back next week? |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| Berlshenk shrugs. He puts the book back into the backpack. |
| [Strand] says: He promised. |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| Annemarie whispers in Berlshenk's ear. |
| [Trafford] says: The ellusive North Modr Long Taled Dwarf. |
| Meris eyes the rest of the crowd. |
| Flit , immensedly relieved to see the book disappear, takes her helmet off and sniffs experimentally. |
| Aragoth blinks, and lifts his goggles up for a split-second, then puts them back over his eyes and lets out a quiet yawn. |
| [Meris] says: Who shall be next? |
| Trinn looks at Trafford slowly, eyebrows raised. |
| Trafford shrugs at Trinn and smiles. |
| Senturus added to friends. |
| Berlshenk quirks a brow. |
| Honor smiles at Ivan. |
| Aragoth makes sure his goggles are back where they were. |
| [Meris] says: Ah. In the meantime... Strand, will there be a return to the usual debates next week? |
| Annemarie nods and rises. |
| [Strand] says: That there will. |
| [Meris] says: Feel free to advertise, while you have a captive audience. |
| Strand blinks owlishly, and looks around. |
| [Strand] says: Captive? Hm. |
| Annemarie waves at Alerac. |
| [Strand] says: Well, Tuesday nights, down in the Park in Stormwind. We talk about philosophy. |
| Aryss excuses herself from the circle |
| Flit looks curious. |
| [Strand] says: Next week, the topic is charity. |
| [Meris] says: "Charity"? |
| Cuprifex considers the implications of a bunch of warlocks discussing charity. |
| [Meris] says: Are you sure that, ah... everyone can relate to that? |
| Arrish gives Strand an odd look, herself. |
| Berlshenk raises his hand. |
| Strand tilts his head. "I don't know. Winter's End can; can't speak for the rest of the world." |
| [Flit] says: Why not? It's a concept ev'ryone's heard of, probably. |
| Berlshenk shrugs slightly, the mumbles aloud, "I guess I can relate to that..." |
| [Veras] says: Charity is a concept, if you can't grasp it intellectually..... |
| [Strand] says: Thought it would be interesting hearing discussions. Reasons for it, reasons against it, so on. I imagine someone'll come up with the latter. |
| Veras trails off |
| Veras smirks at Strand |
| [Veras] says: Is that an invitation? |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Meris] says: Just seems an odd topic. |
| Veras looks to Meris and shrugs |
| [Veras] says: Odd topics are for the best usually. The simple we all aready are settled on.... |
| [Veras] says: Or something like that. |
| Strand laughs, softly. "I'll put you down for arguing 'charity is unimportant,' Meris." |
| Trinn glances back and smiles cheerfully at Sullivan. |
| [Aidic] says: know to see me diseper |
| Veras claps for Aidic, clearly unimpressed. |
| [Veryxia] says: ... |
| Veryxia lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Ivan sighs and eases up, |
| [Cuprifex] says: ...Congratulations? |
| [Flit] says: We can still see him, though. . . |
| [Meris] says: Hmm. Well, we'll see on Tuesday, eh? |
| Honor stretches |
| [Flit] says: 'S not a very good disappearin' trick if you just fall down. |
| Trafford chuckles at Flit. |
| Sullivan nods to Trinn, slightly worried about the chap near the campfire.... |
| Strand frowns faintly. |
| Annemarie laughs at Flit. |
| Veras stretches and looks around |
| [Meris] says: I think we've run out for this week, and I myself am a bit tired. |
| Alerac lies down. |
| [Strand] says: I'd concur. |
| Berlshenk takes the book out again. He opens it and the aroma floods the surrounding area. He begins to read each page slowly. |
| Trafford looks to Meris |
| Alerac lies down. |
| [Annemarie] says: Can I tell my joke? |
| [Annemarie] says: Pleeeease? |
| [Aidic] says: ya |
| [Meris] says: Of course... |
| Veras glances to Annemarie |
| [Veras] says: Is it a pun? |
| [Annemarie] says: No. |
| Arahshiel looks toward Annemarie. |
| [Veras] says: Then you may. |
| Strand looks back, and smiles a hello to Sullivan. |
| Dahla grins over at Veras. |
| [Annemarie] says: Alright.. |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| Flit beams at Veras. |
| Sullivan grins back quickly to Strand. |
| [Annemarie] says: So A dawrf and a gnome book ask their elf friend to give them a guided tour of kalimdor. |
| Arrish shoos Aidic away. Be gone pest! |
| [Annemarie] says: (-book) |
| [Aidic] says: bye see you later |
| [Annemarie] says: THe whole journey to and around kalimdor, the gnome is asking what kind of questions like "Ohh what's this?" "Have you ever seen one that big?" "This is gooey isen't it?" |
| Trafford blinks at Annemarie. |
| Flit nods sagely. |
| [Aidic] says: lets all go |
| [Annemarie] says: So Finally, they come to a small village, and they sit down beside an Inn to relax. The Gnome is all like "Hey! what's that sign say?" |
| [Nikian] says: (Bugger off Aidic, go bother someone else.) |
| [Annemarie] says: The elf answers "THe wonderous, mysterious, mechanicawatchit gadget google." |
| Cuprifex murmurs a vague goodbye and indicates by sign language that he intends to be back in Stormwind later tonight. |
| [Annemarie] says: The Gnome Gets all excited and runs around the corner and into the door yelling and screaming at the top of his lung, and also flailing his coin pouch. |
| Alerac lies down before Great Goretusk. |
| [Annemarie] says: After the screaming stops, the dwarf takes a swig of brandy and asks "What did the sign really say?" |
| Berlshenk clenches his fist at the boar, but continues reading. |
| [Annemarie] says: THe elf answers "Tha hell should I know? I don't speak orcish." |
| Nikian laughs at Annemarie. |
| Flit groans and rolls her eyes. |
| Trinn smiles. |
| Strand listens, intently. |
| Sullivan grins to Annemarie. |
| [Annemarie] says: The end? |
| Berlshenk whispers to Flit, "Not a bright one that gnome was." |
| Berlshenk flips the page of the book. |
| Meris grins wickedly at Annemarie. |
| [Flit] says: 'S clearly a fictional gnome, then. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Berlshenk. |
| Strand leans back, thinking. |
| Veryxia quietly snickers to herself. |
| Berlshenk smiles. He closes the book and puts it back into his backpack. |
| Meris looks around the sparse crowd that is left. |
| [Meris] says: Well Strand... |
| Strand nods firmly. "The end. Right." |
| [Meris] says: We need to commit to a time of future energy and enthusiasm. And so forth. |
| Strand tilts his head. |
| Berlshenk coughs dryly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Hmm.. I guess I'll get goin. I'll be at the tavern if ya need me. |
| Trinn stands, rubbing at her knee. "Well. Both of those have worn out for me tonight." |
| Flit waves at Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk waves slightly to everyone. |
| Strand says, somewhat alarmed, "But we don't -- I like Thursdays. Wait, it's Ingarath's night." |
| Trafford waves goodbye to Berlshenk. Farewell! |
| Potar slowly rises, closing the weathered book he was reading. |
| Trafford dusts himself off |
| [Meris] says: It doesn't "belong" to anyone, Strand. |
| [Trafford] says: How charitable ! |
| Trafford smiles. |
| [Flit] says: Or, rather, it belongs to everyone, which is the same thing, really. |
| Strand points at Flit, cheerfully, and stands. |
| Meris stands up and dusts herself off. |
| [Trafford] says: Thank you for inviting me Trinn, it was interesting. |
| [Strand] says: Flit's got next week, then. |
| [Spyridon] says: Did I...er...Did I miss it? |
| Trinn smiles. "Aye. Your contribution included. |
| Flit grins, "It'll haveta get me first." |
| Arahshiel stands. |
| Trafford lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Sullivan slowly gets up from the grass. |
| Arrish slips her hand from Nikian's and rises, touching his shoulder for a moment. |
| Trinn tugs at Strand's sleeve. "Strand, meet Doyle Trafford." |
| Trafford looks to Strand |
| Potar puts the old book away, taking a glance at the Silver Hand seal on its cover beforehand. |
| [Trafford] says: Well met. |
| Arrish looks around. "Ah, I'm afraid so, Spyridon." |
| Meris looks to Arahshiel and yawns. |
| [Trinn] says: Actually, all of you. He's expressed interest in the End. |
| Strand starts to turn to Arrish, then turns back, bemused. "Hallo, sir. Well met indeed." |
| [Arrish] says: I have to attend to some business, I'm afraid. |
| Flit waves. |
| Nikian smiles softly as he stands quickly, jade eyes on Arrish. |
| Veras flips open his book again, and looks down to it |
| Dahla smiles. "Well, it's nice to meet you then, Doyle." |
| Strand takes a moment to look back over his shoulder at Nikian, bemused. |
| Trafford smiles at Dahla. |
| Arrish gives Strand a look. |
| Meris leans down and whispers to Veras. |
| [Strand] says: Huh. Um. Well, it's good to meet you doubly, then. |
| Arahshiel yawns and quietly excuses herself. |
| Veryxia slowly stands. |
| Meris motions to Spyridon. |
| [Strand] says: Spyridon, have you met Potar? |
| [Spyridon] says: Potar? No, I haven't. |
| Potar bows before Spyridon. |
| Spyridon glances over to Meris, and then notes Veras by her, and raises an eyebrow, then turns back to Potar |
| [Potar] says: Good evening, sir. |
| [Spyridon] says: Pleasure to meet you. |
| Adantigus waves at Elaran. |
| Veras mumbles back to Meris |
| Arrish curtsies. |
| Elaran lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Elaran] says: Bugger. |
| [Arrish] says: Good night, everyone. |
| [Veryxia] says: Good 'eve, Meris. |
| Arrish steps back and takes out her hearthstone. |
| Trafford smiles at Arrish. |
| Trinn looks around the group of people. "Gods, I'm tired. I'm sorry I can't talk to all of you tonight." |
| [Trafford] says: Goodnight miss |
| Trinn waves at Arrish. |
| Sullivan bows before Arrish. |
| [Strand] says: Spyridon, Potar, and vice versa; Potar's under the Tree. I mean, you both are. |
| Meris turns to Veryxia and nods. |
| Dahla grins at Trinn. "Sleep then." |
| Veras snaps his book shut and stands |
| Elaran pokes Adantigus. Hey! |
| [Nikian] says: Good eve, Arrish, sleep well. |
| [Strand] says: Good night, Arrish -- |
| [Strand] says: Hm. |
| [Elaran] says: What's everyone still doing here then? |
| Trinn grins back at Dahla. "Here, first." |
| Spyridon smiles. |
| [Adantigus] says: Just ended. |
| [Meris] says: Oh, you showed up late, Elaran! |
| Trinn reaches out to give Dahla a hug. "It's good to see you." |
| Potar smirks at Strand. |
| [Elaran] says: Aye, couldn't be avoided. |
| Veras glances at Spyridon for only a molment longer than the rest gathered, before turning to Elarion |
| Dahla chuckles and returns the hug, warmly. "You too. I'll see you tomorrow." |
| [Elaran] says: I found a hot..er...uhm...excellent specimen that I had to examine. |
| [Trafford] says: Rest well Trinn, hope to see you soon. |
| Adantigus sighs at Elaran. |
| Trinn steps back, tiredly pushing hair from her face. She nods politely at all the others. |
| [Meris] says: Ah well.. sometime.. you need to sing that song you keep promising! |
| Strand waves over to Dahla. |
| Trinn leans over to whisper to Strand. |
| [Elaran] says: I have...you just weren't here. |
| Elaran winks slyly at Meris. |
| Veryxia slowly pushes Alerac off of the log. |
| Spyridon looks from Trinn to Strand. Then back. |
| [Meris] says: Oh no! Was it the ONE week I missed things? |
| Alerac grunts and rolls off. |
| [Strand] says: Anyhow, similarly. Sullivan, Nikian, Doyle... |
| Alerac lies down. |
| [Veryxia] says: Ah, good. |
| Trinn steps back, then gives Sullivan a bow. |
| [Elaran] says: But I'll look for others...and if nothing else, I can belt it out again. |
| [Nikian] says: Good eve everyone, thanks for lettimg me be here.*He offers everyone around a smile before moving to leave. |
| [Strand] says: Good to see you again or meet you, as the case has been. |
| [Annemarie] says: Dress code? |
| Strand nods to Trinn, with a warm smile. |
| [Trafford] says: Indeed. |
| Dahla grins at Strand. "To sleep as well?" |
| Potar bows before Nikian. |
| Trinn smiles happily at Spyridon. "Good to see you!" |
| Elaran coughs and mumbles "succubus" toward Adan. |
| [Potar] says: Safe travels, sir. |
| Dahla waves at Nikian with a smile. |
| [Veras] says: Eh? |
| Spyridon chuckles a little nervously and then beams a smile at Trinn. |
| Meris gives Elaran a disappointed frown. |
| Veras seems to just notice Elaran and Adantigus |
| Strand gives Dahla an alarmed look. |
| [Elaran] says: Ah, nothing...clearing my throat. |
| [Veras] says: Oh! Hello you two. |
| [Spyridon] says: I'm glad to see you guys safe. Are you okay? |
| Sullivan looks to the group. |
| [Elaran] says: Veras. |
| Trinn nods. "Aye, just tired. See you more in town, I hope." |
| Spyridon nods. |
| [Sullivan] says: I hope all is well this evening. |
| [Spyridon] says: I'm still going to live in Ironforge, I think. |
| [Sullivan] says: Or as well as it can be. |
| [Elaran] says: So, did I miss a good night? |
| [Strand] says: I'm in Menethil these days, Spyridon. |
| [Spyridon] says: I bought a house there, and it's a nice place, conducive to engineering experiments. |
| Meris cocks her head at Elaran. "Somtimes he doesn't notice what's right next to him.." |
| Trinn smiles at Spyridon, nodding. |
| [Spyridon] says: Menethil. I spent some time there in exile. It's a nice place |
| Annemarie kneels before Trafford. |
| Elaran raises an eyebrow at Veras. |
| [Trinn] says: It is. I'm liking it. |
| Annemarie pokes Alerac. |
| Elaran points at Adantigus. |
| [Spyridon] says: It's easy enough to get back here from dwarven lands, though. |
| [Alerac] says: Murmble. |
| [Elaran] says: He's the same way. |
| [Veras] says: Heh, sorry, lost in thought. |
| Trinn hauls out her hearthstone, with a final wave at all. |
| Spyridon waves at Trinn. |
| Trafford waves goodbye to Trinn. Farewell! |
| Dahla grins quietly at Trinn, looking back to Strand. |
| Sullivan bows before Trinn. |
| Potar waves goodbye to Trinn. Farewell! |
| [Strand] says: I'm fishing there a lot. You should all come by. |
| [Alerac] says: Can't a man sleep in any damn amount of peace 'round here? |
| Veras scratches his ear |
| [Aidic] says: this sucks I was just kick out of a guild |
| Strand gives Dahla another alarmed look. |
| Annemarie pokes him again. |
| [Veras] says: It's amazing how loud |
| Dahla 's grin just broadens. "I'm sure." |
| [Veras] says: It gets. |
| [Strand] says: Ngh. |
| Potar stifles a yawn. "I fear I shall retire for the night." |
| [Elaran] says: Your thoughts, or the stories? |
| [Trafford] says: It's been nice to see some more faces of Winter's End. |
| Strand murmurs to Dahla, with a slight frown. |
| Annemarie gets up and gives him a kick. |
| [Alerac] says: OY! |
| Alerac grumbles as he rubs his side. |
| Meris chuckles at Elaran's question, looking at Veras. |
| [Dahla] says: Take care, Potar. Sleep well. |
| [Veras] says: Eh, both. |
| [Veras] says: Head gets a bit crowded. |
| Veras taps his temple |
| [Potar] says: Thank you, Dahla, everyone. Safe travels to you all. |
| [Elaran] says: I'll make note of that when I sing. |
| Dahla grins at Strand's murmur and wraps him in a quick hug. "All's well." |
| Potar bows down graciously. |
| Trafford nods to Potar |
| Strand hugs back, looking relieved. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Dahla ruffles his hair. "Go, go." |
| [Meris] says: El, I doubt your songs would upset Veras. |
| [Strand] says: Couldn't keep me if you tried. Well. Someone could sit on me. |
| [Elaran] says: Who said anything about upsetting? |
| Veras chuckles |
| [Meris] says: Just don't ask him too many questions at once. |
| Meris grins wryly. |
| Elaran ponders the situation. |
| Veryxia slowly pulls her hood back, finally revealing her face. |
| [Veras] says: You have to ask the right questions to watch my eyes bleed. |
| [Strand] says: So... mmm, now I've given people the idea. |
| [Veras] says: Or so they say. |
| [Elaran] says: That's almost a dare, Meris. |
| Veras grins |
| Strand fishes out his hearthstone. |
| [Sullivan] says: Have a good evening everyone. Excuse my late timing this evening. |
| [Annemarie] says: What's your favorite color? |
| Trafford waves goodbye to you. Farewell! |
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