| Nim greets you with a hearty hello! |
| [Strand] says: Trinn, that's amazing. |
| [Trinn] says: The cat? You gave it to me. |
| Strand adds, bemused, "Hallo, Nim." |
| Trinn looks puzzled. |
| [Strand] says: The dress. Um. |
| [Trinn] says: Ah. Thank you. Suppose we should all go. |
| Trinn nods and heads up the ramp. |
| Strand nods. |
| [Poingly] yells: neiki |
| [Trinn] says: Oops. |
| [Strand] says: Ooops? |
| [Trinn] says: The horse. Apologies. |
| Strand grins. |
| [Trinn] says: You'll have one soon, I expect. |
| [Strand] says: I will, at that. |
| [Nim] says: Hurry up, guys! |
| Ingarath waves at Trinn. |
| [Trinn] says: Well, we don't really have to hurry. |
| Trinn points at Ingarath. |
| Trinn grins. |
| Strand laughs. |
| [Strand] says: Looks like not. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, well, this is a rare pleasure. |
| [Trinn] says: How are you, Ingarath? |
| [Trinn] says: Wait...we should be talking near the circle, aye? |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm? Oh. Me? I'm fine. I must say, I heard of your...escapades. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Trinn] says: Escapades? |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| [Strand] says: Can't be escapades; we didn't have to escape. |
| [Ingarath] says: News reached me even in Tanaris of the trial. |
| [Trinn] says: I'm a rather mild-mannered sort. Which ones are you talking about--- oh. |
| [Ingarath] says: And...darker places. |
| Trinn frowns. "Darker. Are you all right?" |
| [Ingarath] says: ...I will be. |
| [Trinn] says: Do you need anything? |
| [Ingarath] says: Nothing a warm fire and ale won't fix. |
| [Trinn] says: I have the ale, straight from the fair. |
| [Ingarath] says: Ha ha! I've not been yet. |
| Strand shudders mildly. |
| [Trinn] says: It's potent stuff. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Trinn] says: And there's sure to be a fire. Hopefully that'll help. |
| [Strand] says: Be careful of it. The warning label is inaccurate. |
| [Ingarath] says: I heard about that as well. |
| Kraug nods at Nim. |
| [Sirithil] says: What do you mean? |
| [Flit] says: I dunno. He keeps comin' an' huggin' me. I never saw him before two weeks ago at Story Night. |
| [Meris] says: Oh! There's a few folks I know. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, well, good evening, everyone. |
| Trinn smiles, waving around the circle. |
| [Nim] says: Oh. |
| [Pegory] says: hello hows everyone |
| Meris breathes a sigh of relief. "Just a sense of foreboding. Not sure where it's coming from..." |
| Ingarath looks around the tall Kaldorei to gawk at the Orc. |
| [Adantigus] says: I will tansform the staff back into its holy form as soon as I am able to again. |
| [Nim] says: He doesn't hurt anyone or anythin', does he? |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Flit. That's the same orc, isn't it? |
| Nim pokes Kraug. Hey! |
| Ingarath bows before Kraug. |
| [Flit] says: Yup, 's the same one. |
| Kraug boggles at Nim. |
| Kraug salutes Ingarath with respect. |
| Ingarath waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Flit] says: He hasn't hurt anybody, he just kinda comes an' sits there. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hi, Jorii. |
| Cogitatus waves at Jorii. |
| [Nim] says: Oh. Ok! |
| [Flit] says: 'S a little creepy, but I guess it's okay. |
| Meris waves at Arahshiel. |
| [Jorii] says: hello everyone ;) |
| Ingarath waves to Meris. "Allo." |
| Tamorelda lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Arahshiel waves at Meris. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, where to put the campfire.... |
| [Meris] says: Allo, Ing. |
| [Strand] says: Oh Light. Troll. |
| Kraug cuddles up against Flit. |
| Ingarath twitches as he hears the sharp laughter. |
| Brindebos shoots a warning look. |
| [Meris] says: Siri... are you going to sit and relax? |
| [Brindebos] says: Sh'be me guest everwoon. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, starting a fire.... |
| Arahshiel bows before Sirithil. |
| [Ingarath] says: Watch where you put that fire... |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Meris grins at Sirithil |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry. |
| [Meris] says: Sometimes she gets a tad dazed, Arah. |
| Brindebos nods at Cogitatus. |
| [Ingarath] says: Ah, cooking again, I see, Cogitatus. |
| Arahshiel smiles gently. |
| [Sirithil] says: (( Sorry, got distracted by guildchat )) |
| Cogitatus laughs at Ingarath. |
| [Nim] says: I think yer buddy is leaving. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, what do you have for us this evening, eh? |
| Trinn leans back to smile at Oriion. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Indeed I am. Ingarath, isn't it? |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, he comes an' goes. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Nim greets Tamorelda with a hearty hello! |
| Oriion smiles at Trinn. |
| [Flit] says: Orcish things t'do, I bet. |
| Tamorelda smiles at Nim. |
| Tamorelda greets Nim with a hearty hello! |
| [Nim] says: I've been seein' an orc for a while. Everywhere I go, there she is! |
| Ingarath grins at Flit. "Big imprortant Orcish things, even." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Curiously tasty omelette, Jungle stew, and Westfall stew. |
| Meris quietly settles down, trying not to dirty her dress. |
| [Ingarath] says: ((important, doh)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and what I just caught from the lakie. |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Curiously tasty. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| Flit nods. "Like. . . um. . . carrying wood. An' stuff." |
| Trinn grins at Flit. |
| [Strand] says: I don't think they really mean 'tasty.' |
| Ingarath laughs at you. |
| Brindebos waves at Shaun. |
| Shaun waves. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| [Ingarath] says: I must admit, you're quite dedicated. |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| [Brindebos] says: I r'member tha' lad! |
| Trinn waves at Shaun. |
| [Brindebos] says: Ye r'member me Shaun? Friend o' Felicia's? |
| Shaun grins. "Ello there." |
| [Sirithil] says: So, what's new, Meris? |
| Cogitatus offers a catfish to Oriion. |
| Pegory waves at Brindebos. |
| Oriion grins at Cogitatus. |
| Strand waves cheerfully to Shaun. "Shaun! I got the spurs! Soon!" |
| [Shaun] says: Aye, I do. |
| Brindebos smiles at Pegory. |
| Shaun grins at you wickedly. |
| [Shaun] says: Soon soon! |
| Oriion lcisk his chops again. "Thanks!" And begins to gnaw on the fish.. |
| Meris raises and eyebrow at Arahshiel, whisperign back to her. |
| Nim begins picking as the grass idly. |
| [Ingarath] says: It is good to see you all again. Many things have detained me in faraway lands over the past fortnight. |
| [Ingarath] says: And, it's good to see we still have trouble with fire placement. |
| [Meris] says: Were they profitable? |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| Ingarath looks to Meris. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hmm. |
| [Cogitatus] says: We had actually been good on fire placement the past couple of weeks. |
| [Meris] says: You can take that question and interpret as you wish. |
| [Ingarath] says: In terms of monetary profit? No. But they were profitable in ... other ways. |
| [Meris] says: One would hope some ... expansion was involved, no? |
| [Meris] says: A furthering of liberality... |
| Trinn looks curiously at Ingarath, and hands him a mug. |
| Ingarath takes it gladly, and smiles at Trinn. |
| Sirithil arches an eyebrow at Meris. |
| Ingarath murmurs, "Thank you, thank you...mmm. Interesting..." |
| [Nim] says: A lotta people showed up on time t'day! |
| [Nim] says: Well, sorta ontime... |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| Naiama bows before Sirithil. |
| Ingarath coughs loudly. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! 'S a nice change! |
| Sirithil waves at Naiama. |
| [Ingarath] says: ....Elune! That's...quite a reserve. |
| Trinn grins. |
| Meris moves aside for Naiama. |
| [Trinn] says: Cheap, too. |
| [Naiama] says: It's all right, Meris. |
| [Strand] says: I read up on that. |
| Arahshiel rises and moves over. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, to answer your question, Meris...I suppose you might shay that once again the good fight has been fought. |
| [Nim] says: The fair drink stuff? |
| Sirithil smiles up at Nai, and pats the grass. |
| Nim looks across the cricle curiously at Trinn. |
| Trinn nods and grins at Nim. |
| Naiama smiles. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm. |
| [Flit] says: That stuff is good! |
| [Ingarath] says: .... |
| [Nim] says: Yup! I bought a ton of it. Enough t'last until the next fair comes! |
| Ingarath rises shlowly, not believing hish eyes. ...hic! |
| Flit giggles at Nim. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| Nim grins proudly. |
| Ingarath watches Maire approach carefully. ...hic! |
| Strand says to Trinn, cheerfully, "Look out he doesn't tip." |
| [Sirithil] says: He's a thirsty gnome. |
| Maire smiles at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Sirithil. |
| Trinn looks from Ingarath to Maire. "Don't think it's the drink." |
| Naiama is surprised to see Meris in something other than black. |
| Ingarath looksh at Strand. "Shaddap." Then looksh back to Maire. |
| Meris gazes at Maire out of the corner of her eye |
| [Cogitatus] says: Are we sure he isn't a dwarf in disguise? |
| Strand blushes. "Oh." |
| Sirithil thinks Meris' robe is lovely tonight. And tells her so. |
| [Nim] says: Pretty sure. |
| Ingarath just looks at Maire for a moment. |
| [Brindebos] says: Eh noo... wot're ye crackin' on th'Dwarves laddeh? |
| Cogitatus chuckles at Nim. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well...well. |
| [Maire] says: It's been a while, rogue. |
| Nim nods, before grinning to Cogitatus. |
| Brindebos lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Maire griins. |
| Ingarath laughsh shoftly. "Yes, that it hash indeed." |
| Cogitatus laughs at Brindebos. |
| [Naiama] says: ((....)) |
| [Cogitatus] says: Meant in jest, of course, sir. |
| Nim has invited you to join a group. |
| Meris thanks Sirithil quietly. |
| Ingarath hugs Maire. |
| Oriion rips the guts out of his catfish, swallowing them contently... |
| Naiama grins to herself. |
| [Sirithil] says: Porkchops for all! |
| [Ingarath] says: It is good to see you.. |
| [Brindebos] says: Righto lad, righto. |
| Brindebos grins amiably. |
| Maire holds Ingarath. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Right. I even brought th spices, this time. |
| [Maire] says: You too... |
| [Maire] says: Well...you'd better start your show here. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm, in time, in time. |
| Tamorelda talks excitedly with Brindebos. |
| Ingarath beckons Maire over. |
| Brindebos nods at Tamorelda. |
| Maire puts a hand on Trinn's shoulder. |
| Strand glances back curiously. |
| Trinn smiles back at her. "Good to see you." |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Trinn] says: Twice in a week. A fortunate time. How are you? |
| Oriion chews on the lifeless fish for a bit, before spitting out the bones, to the side... |
| Ingarath consultsh a pocket watch before looking around the fire. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Let's see if I can place this fire right, this time.... |
| [Maire] says: Same old, same old... |
| [Nim] says: That was pretty good. |
| Maire smirks slyly at Trinn. |
| [Sirithil] says: There's an element of randomness to it. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thanks. |
| Trinn nods at her, grinning. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I suppose it's tradition now for ush to begin late. I suppose we'll begin in five minutes, unless there are objections. |
| Mharty finishes reading a piece of paper and puts it away. |
| Shaun smiles at Dahla. |
| Meris gazes aroudn at the others contemplatively. |
| Adantigus waves at Elarion. |
| [Flit] says: It keeps things excitin', not knowin' where the fire will be. |
| [Strand] says: Dahla, hallo! |
| [Trinn] says: Evening, Dahla. |
| Dahla smiles at Shaun. |
| Ingarath looks over to Dahla. "Well, hello!" |
| [Adantigus] says: Hello brother. |
| Nim nods at Flit. |
| Elarion grins wickedly at Adantigus. |
| Dahla smiles warmly and gives a small wave to everyone who greeted her. "Hello hello!" |
| Sirithil waves at Dahla. |
| Flit salutes Dahla with respect. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, personally, Flit, I'd rather *do* the cooking than *getting* cooked. |
| Ingarath grumbles at Trinn. "That ale is ridiculously strong." |
| Nim waves at Dahla. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| Trinn shrugs. "Tell it to the carnies." |
| Ingarath laughs at Trinn. |
| [Cogitatus] says: One of these days, I'm going to wind up burning myself. |
| [Ingarath] says: There's a word I've not heard since my childhood. |
| [Ingarath] says: Is it true that Kaldorei travel with the Faire? |
| Strand says thoughtfully, "It's meant to reduce the resistance to buying bad carnival food." |
| [Flit] says: You're not bein' adventurous! It's a surprise, y'know? "Surprise! You set your feet on fire!" |
| [Trinn] says: Yes, and others besides. |
| [Meris] says: A few scars show you've learned, Cogi. |
| [Sirithil] says: And Forsaken. |
| Ingarath laughs softly at Strand. |
| [Sirithil] says: Figure *that* one out. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I think *everyone* travels with the Faire. |
| Shaun grins at you wickedly. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hmm, truly an odd troupe they are... |
| [Ingarath] says: Fascinating. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I've seen races from both factions running that Faire. |
| [Brindebos] says: Don' farget th'ogre. |
| [Ingarath] says: I should like to visit, I think...I've not been just yet. |
| [Cogitatus] says: The Faire is just south of Goldshire, Ingarath. |
| [Sirithil] says: In fact, just about the only thing I *haven't* seen there is Quel'dorei. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Ingarath] says: I had heard that, yes. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, perhaps we should begin. It is about that time. |
| Ingarath rises slowly. |
| Meris nods at Ingarath. |
| Oriion eagerly drags the boar off to eat.. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, good evening everyone. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| Mharty fidgets. |
| Brindebos nods at Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: I am glad to be back...I have been away for a while. |
| [Meris] says: Strand did a good enough job in your place, Ing. |
| [Ingarath] says: I would especially like to thank Strand and Meris for taking care of things while I was...er. Detained. |
| Meris winks slyly at Ingarath. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Strand says cheerfully, "Not half as good." |
| [Ingarath] says: Yes, I've heard Strand is rather talented in that regard. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm. Yes, you're clever like a mage, alright. |
| Ingarath grins at you wickedly. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, for those of you who may be new, let me welcome you to story night. |
| Meris peers over to Arahshiel, trying to determine if she's composing something or not. |
| [Ingarath] says: I am Ingarath Melforgan. You might say I function as a cat herder. |
| Nim hums idly, listening. |
| Trinn looks to Oriion and grins. |
| Flit giggles at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus blinks at the statement. |
| Oriion coughs up a hairball |
| [Ingarath] says: And now, before I bore you to death with my own tales, please, I believe Mharty may die if she does not read what she has to share with us. |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Mharty. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Flit peers at Mharty. |
| [Ingarath] says: The fire is yours, Mharty. Use it well. |
| Ingarath smiles at Mharty. |
| Mharty steps forward timidly. |
| Cogitatus looks at Mharty |
| Brindebos smiles at Mharty. |
| Potar grumbles as he picks off bits of Briarthorn from his clothing. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Mharty. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| [Mharty] says: My sister keeps telling me to do this in front of people... |
| Possesed yawns sleepily. |
| [Mharty] says: The only itroduction I will give is this... |
| [Mharty] says: You figure out what it's about. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Meris nods to Arahshiel and giggles. |
| Mharty inhales and sings in a surprisingly haunting voice.... |
| Mharty sings, "My fight was long and hard, I stood for what was right. But now she comes for me, I see shadows of my life. My vision blurs, my life's blood pools within, I feel her drawing near, she whispers through the wind..." |
| Mharty sings, "In her fold she drew me, in her arms she held me tight, I found piece at last in the stillness of the night." |
| Mharty sings, "Shadow Lover come to me, tkae me in your fold, Life was sewn with pain, scars the memories hold." |
| Mharty sings, "She comes through the shadows, taking me to feed, but I care not what you take, I now have all I need. I lose myself in her whispers mingled in your quiet flow, My grip on my will lessens, you let me let myself go." |
| Brindebos listens intently to Mharty. |
| Mharty sings, "Kiss me with your velvet darkness, I open up and let you in, embrace me with a bit of fear as you grasp me from within." |
| Mharty sings, "Shadow Lover come to me, take me in your fold, Life was sewn with pain, scars the memories hold." |
| Sirithil is impressed. |
| Mharty sings, "Her touch was cold yet soothing, her eyes as dark as night, and in them lay compassion and a warmth the sun denies. Through her touch she drew from me the things that plagued my life. The scars that were reminders, vanished from my sight." |
| Cogitatus listens, fascinated. |
| Potar grimaces slightly, but holds back any further emotion. |
| Ingarath listens to Mharty intently. |
| Mharty sings, "Shadow Lover come to me, take me in your fold, Life was sewn with pain, scars the memories hold." |
| [Syon] says: THAT WAS MY BOAR! |
| Meris smiles bemusedly while listening to the melody. |
| Mharty sings "Through the blackness setting on me she rides upon her steed, looks at me with stars in her eyes and I am relieved to see..." |
| Mharty whispersthe last line, "I give myself up for all time. At last she has come for me...." |
| Flit claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Brindebos smiles at Mharty. |
| Arahshiel applauds at Mharty. Bravo! |
| Sirithil applauds at Mharty. Bravo! |
| Strand claps thoughtfully. |
| Adantigus claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Oriion howls |
| Naiama applauds at Mharty. Bravo! |
| Brindebos claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Dahla applauds at Mharty. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well done, well done indeed! |
| Mharty blushes. |
| Maire smiles at Mharty. |
| Pegory claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Mharty. |
| Fizzlepocket claps excitedly. |
| Mharty sings, "My fight was long and hard, I stood for what was right. But now she comes for me, I see shadows of my life. My vision blurs, my life's blood pools within, I feel her drawing near, she whispers through the wind..." |
| [Cogitatus] says: That was beautiful. |
| Elarion greets Zahariya warmly. |
| [Mharty] says: ((OOPS!)) |
| Zahariya hugs Elarion. |
| Elarion looks to Zahariya and smiles, "I'm glad you came!" |
| Meris claps for Mharty. |
| Potar claps slowly for Mharty, not favoring the tone, but respecting the quality of the words. |
| Naiama nods to Mharty, but is trying to find the deeper meaning. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Wonderful song. Not that I understood it completely, but wonderful nevertheless. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Mharty] says: I could explain.. |
| [Meris] says: Does it truly matter, sometimes, with art? |
| Strand reaches over, and takes Trinn's hand, still thoughtful. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, please do, if you can do so briefly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Understanding sometimes adds depth to the art, so I'm inclined to say "yes". |
| [Meris] says: In the telling... she takes away some fo the mystery |
| Potar nods to Meris. "In poetry, the meaning is always left solely to the audience. |
| Ingarath nods at Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hmmm.... |
| [Meris] says: And therefore can change individual interpretationand meaning. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Syon] says: whats going on |
| [Mharty] says: In a place i once visited they believed there were three aspects to death, the good, neutral and evil sides. The good side was represented by a shadowy woman. |
| [Ingarath] says: Aren't these discussions for Tuesdays? |
| Ingarath grins at Meris. |
| [Syon] says: it IS thursday |
| [Ingarath] says: ..Uh, thank you, I know that. |
| Syon bursts into dance. |
| Cogitatus listens to Mharty closely. |
| [Meris] says: That's not art, Ingarath, that's logic. |
| [Syon] says: lol |
| Brindebos scowls. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Cogitatus looks to Mharty, in case she continues to explain. |
| Ingarath mumbles to Meris, "I mean your discussion, my good Meris...." |
| Naiama still wants to hear Mharty's interpretation. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hey. Big Kaldorei. Down in front. |
| Pegory spits on Syon. |
| [Mharty] says: That is all, just a person who had a hard life and was happy when death came. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I see. |
| [Ingarath] says: Oh yes, I'm rather impressed! You can, in fact, jump! |
| Cogitatus looks thoughtful. |
| [Ingarath] says: Congratulations, you're a primate! |
| Rheyann snickers at Ingarath. |
| Potar turns his mood a bit darker, remembering the final years of his mother. |
| Maire whispers,"Want me to make him leave?" |
| Ingarath grins at Maire. |
| Ingarath mumbles, "I'd like him to be able to go somewhere else afterwards, dear." |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, now that we've had our normal installment of dancing. |
| Meris sighs and stares over at Fethas. |
| [Syon] says: dancers where? |
| [Ingarath] says: Who would like to go next? |
| Arahshiel shifts, leaning back on her palms for a brief stretch. |
| Maire whispers to Ingarath... |
| Ingarath winces. |
| [Meris] says: Dancing and barbeque. |
| Syon dances with Fethas. |
| [Syon] says: ypu said danceing |
| Adantigus shoos Syon away. Be gone pest! |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( Dude, get out of the way or I'm filing a GM ticket. )) |
| [Ingarath] says: Hey, Kaldorei. |
| [Naiama] says: ((i spel gud 2)) |
| [Ingarath] says: Can't you see we're trying to do something here? |
| [Ingarath] says: Go play with a goretusk. |
| Ingarath sighs. |
| [Syon] says: i wanna know whats going on |
| [Ingarath] says: Perhaps if you would sit and listen, your eyes would open. |
| [Adantigus] says: We are telling stories, and you are being a fool. |
| Ingarath laughs at Syon. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( It's a roleplay event, and you're disrupting it. )) |
| Naiama sighs at Syon. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm. The elder Kaldorei is rather wise, it seems... |
| [Syon] says: ((hurray)) |
| Pegory spits on syon and says "congrats you are now offically a 5 year old |
| Oriion bites Syon. Ouch! |
| [Syon] says: ring of battle! |
| Adantigus sighs at Syon. |
| [Ingarath] says: Ugh. Wet bear. |
| Strand waves to Tocky cheerfully. |
| Tocky is now the group leader. |
| Meris casts her gaze around the circle |
| [Ingarath] says: Alright, no more interruptions. |
| [Naiama] says: ((I can never figure out why non roleplayers play on RP servers...)) |
| Nim waves at Tocky. |
| [Ingarath] says: ((Because they love to make trouble, it deflects from their generally useless and non-productive lives)) |
| Rheyann eyes Kelith up and down. |
| Naiama laughs at Ingarath. |
| Trinn claps for Tocky. |
| Ingarath shivers, and turns around. |
| [Strand] says: Well, I have one. |
| Kelith chuckles. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, well! Look what the tentacles dragged in! |
| [Elarion] says: Shall we continue? |
| Flit wonders if someone should tell Kelith his horse is on fire. |
| Ingarath turns back around, nodding. |
| [Ingarath] says: By all means. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes, let's continue. |
| [Ingarath] says: Who will rise next? |
| Tamorelda yawns sleepily at Brindebos. |
| Kelith folds his arms and waits. |
| Naiama looks at Kelith carefully. |
| Strand raises his hand. |
| [Ingarath] says: I would tell you my story about goblins who worship Elune, but no one would believe it. |
| Meris nods at Kelith briefly, then turns back to the rest of the circle. |
| Ingarath grins at Strand. "Mellor!" |
| [Elarion] says: I believe Strand has something to say. |
| [Strand] says: Why, yes. |
| [Ingarath] says: Yes, I can see that, Elarion. |
| Ingarath smiles at Elarion. |
| Flit smiles at you. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for you. |
| Kelith continues to smile blithely, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he observes. |
| [Elarion] says: Just offering a bit of help. |
| Strand smiles around the circle. |
| Cogitatus looks at Strand. |
| Elarion winks slyly at Ingarath. |
| [Strand] says: So -- there's a field mouse with a name. Most field mice are nameless -- little known fact -- but if you're clever enough, and you have whiskers and paws and so on... |
| [Strand] says: You get a name. And this was the cleverest field mouse; his name was Mellor. |
| Flit wiggles with anticipation. |
| Cogitatus smiles at you. |
| Nim grins and gets comfortable, listening intently to Strand. |
| Trinn grins at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: Now, my father, he's told me a thousand or so stories about Mellor. |
| Potar pulls out a brittle tome, with a worn Silver Hand insignia upon it, opens the pages, and begins studying it. His ears remain tuned to Strand's story. |
| Maire looks down and grins,"I love this mouse..." |
| Elarion looks at Zahariya and sighs. |
| Trinn grins back at Maire, then scoots over to make room. |
| Zahariya grins wickedly at Elarion. |
| [Strand] says: This one; this is the story of how Mellor invented clothing. And this is the Mellor story I will tell tonight. |
| Elarion rummages through his pack and produces a fresh pie, which he hands to Zahariya. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Dahla grins as she listens, mouthing, "Invented?" |
| Zahariya is the happiest priest ever! |
| Cogitatus wonders quietly if this is like the time Mellor invented Geometry. |
| Oriion licks his chops, getting hungry at the thought of the field mouse... |
| [Strand] says: So, one day, Mellor was walking along through the streets of Stormwind. |
| [Strand] says: Well fed, happy -- as content as ever he'd been, in fact. |
| Strand mimes a happy walking mouse. |
| Fethas raises a brow a moment but stays quiet. |
| Mharty giggles at you. |
| [Strand] says: And then he saw something. He saw a woman, in a beautiful dress, and he just stopped there in the middle of the street. |
| [Strand] says: 'Mellor,' he thought to himself, 'Mellor, I don't know what that stuff made of cloth is. But I want some.' |
| [Tocky] says: Wait if he invented clothing, then how come he saw a woman... a, never mind. |
| Flit giggles at Tocky. |
| [Cogitatus] says: There are lots of women in beautiful dresses in Stormwind. Mellor only noticed *now*? |
| [Strand] says: Oh, the woman was just /wearing/ it. It hadn't been invented yet. |
| Strand grins over to Cogitatus. "Sometimes, it has to be the right woman." |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Elarion grins at you wickedly. |
| Flit grins. |
| Elarion smiles at Zahariya. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Pegory] says: lol |
| [Strand] says: He didn't stop to talk to the woman, having learned his lesson after a certain actress. Instead, he wandered off to invent... clothing. He decided to call it clothing. |
| [Flit] says: Good choice! |
| Oriion snickers |
| [Cogitatus] says: Geee.... I wonder how he came up with the word. |
| [Nim] says: S'pretty lucky thats what it was already called. Avoids confusion. |
| Cogitatus smirks. |
| Nim nods. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| [Strand] says: Well, if Mellor was any less clever, he might have called it something else. |
| [Strand] says: No end of confusion then. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| [Trinn] says: Mellor, however, is the cleverest. |
| [Strand] says: That he is. So he went off to the Mage District, because there's a lot of cloth there. Robes and all. |
| [Strand] says: He quickly purchased a quantity of linen from a passing mage, and some thread from the tailor, and started to sew. |
| Strand mimes a field mouse bent over a length of cloth, sewing diligently. |
| [Strand] says: His plan was to wind up with a perfect little shirt. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Purchased? That's a lot of copper for a field mouse, even Mellor. |
| Strand shakes his head sadly. "That was his plan. But -- well. How do you think it worked out?" |
| [Ingarath] says: He probably impaled himself on the needle. |
| [Flit] says: Um. . . flawlessly? |
| Ingarath laughs at you. |
| [Cogitatus] says: How did it work out? Well, based on past experience, I'm guessing..... |
| [Trinn] says: Ingarath! And...I doubt it went well. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Not well. |
| Shaun smirks slyly at Ingarath. |
| Meris subtly waves to Veras. |
| Veras nods slightly to the Druid next to him as he takes a seat |
| [Strand] says: He's too clever to impale himself, but he's not clever enough to avoid starting sewing without a pattern. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh dear. |
| [Strand] says: So a few hours later, he had a shapeless lump of fabric with ten arm holes and no hole for his head. Let alone his tail. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Strand steps back from the fire. "Undaunted, he set out with another plan." |
| [Cogitatus] says: I presume he did not know any ten-armed, headless mice. |
| [Ingarath] says: Not in this episode. |
| Strand blinks owlishly. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Flit brightens, "It could be for a centipede!" |
| Cogitatus snickers. |
| Ingarath laughs at Flit. |
| [Strand] says: Undaunted! He set out with another plan. |
| [Strand] says: I'm going to pretend that the shirt was found by a centipede, though. It's a happy ending. |
| Dahla shakes her head, laughing softly. |
| Flit beams. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| [Strand] says: Back to the Mage Quarter; scurry, scurry, little field mouse! |
| Shaun grins broadly. |
| Strand makes a scurrying field mouse with the fingers of his hand. "Where he found a young mage. Now, mages are /always/ poor. Poorer than field mice." |
| Trinn starts laughing. |
| [Flit] says: Awww. . . |
| [Cogitatus] says: Uhhhh.... Objection. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. "If this is an oblique funding proposal...." |
| Cogitatus sticks out his tounge at Strand playfully. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Ingarath. |
| [Strand] says: Denied, Cogitatus, you've used your quota. If you object to /everything/ we'll never find out the end. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Cogitatus laughs at you. |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| Meris smirks at Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Okay, I get the hint. I'll shut up. |
| Cogitatus smiles at you. |
| Trinn smiles at Cogitatus. |
| Strand grins at Cogitatus. |
| Ingarath whispers playfully, "Take that, mister Arcane Chef!" |
| Cogitatus chuckles quietly to himself. |
| Cogitatus snickers in response to Ingarath. |
| [Strand] says: So the mouse and the mage dickered, and dickered, and dickered. |
| [Strand] says: And lo, when all was said and done, the mage had one less robe and the mouse had one more robe. |
| [Strand] says: Which is to say... one. The mage was naked. Mellor's clever enough to make people make bad bargains. |
| [Strand] says: And Mellor, pleased with his success, promptly donned the robe. Or... well. You tell me. |
| Trinn shakes her head sadly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hmmm.... |
| [Strand] says: Did Mellor in fact successfully put on this new 'clothing' thing? |
| [Flit] says: It was a little too big, but he'd grow into it? |
| [Trinn] says: Most likely not. |
| Ingarath laughs at Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: A human-sezed robe on a field mouse.... |
| Dahla shakes her head with a grin. "Of course he didn't..." |
| [Cogitatus] says: *sized |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'm guessing..... |
| Brindebos lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Cogitatus] says: No. |
| Strand nods to Cogitatus, and grins all around. "Not. Big, voluminuous robe. Small field mouse." |
| Rheyann wonders if Flit is the only imaginative one here. |
| Nim is unaware of what Rheyann was wondering. |
| Mharty gently pats Mechanical Chicken. |
| [Strand] says: Maybe he'd have grown into it in time. A long time. |
| Ingarath thinks Nim's a git, but since he's thinking, Nim can't hear that. |
| Flit grins, though she doesn't know why. |
| Fizzlepocket is thinking of several lewd acts involving the aforementioned thinkin' lady. |
| Nim is now the group leader. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor crawled out of the robe and went to think. |
| Veras leans back and rests on the palms of his hands |
| Ingarath looks over to Veras and waves softly. |
| Flit scratches her nose. |
| [Strand] says: His experiments with cloth hadn't worked. Perhaps there was a secret to this. Perhaps cloth was the wrong track. |
| [Strand] says: So he went down to the Park to visit with the Kaldorei druids, to ask them if they knew of this 'clothing' he was trying to invent. |
| Pegory and Sabince excuse themselves |
| Ingarath waves at Pegory. |
| [Strand] says: Well, the druids are wise, and have a lesson for everyone who wishes knowledge. |
| [Strand] says: So they told Mellor, seriously, that they could indeed provide the answers to his question. |
| [Strand] says: But there was a catch. |
| Flit looks worried. |
| [Strand] says: Well, not a catch, but a requirement. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Nim leans in, absorbing the story silently. |
| [Strand] says: The secrets he sought -- it's possible that he didn't explain them clearly -- would take ten years of training and study to learn. Druid secrets don't come easy. |
| Cogitatus resists the urge to be a wise guy again. |
| Brindebos suppresses a belch. |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| Strand grins wryly. "And believe me, I know; I've asked." |
| [Strand] says: But! This is /Mellor/ we're speaking of. He doesn't give up easy. |
| [Nim] says: How long d'mice live, anyway? |
| Nim scratches his chin thoughtfully. |
| Flit looks contemplative. |
| [Garrothan] says: wut u guys doing |
| [Strand] says: And he agreed to study with the druids in the Moonglade. |
| Ingarath hushes Garrothan. |
| [Garrothan] says: wut u guys doing |
| [Cogitatus] says: Story Night. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Feel free to sit down and listen. |
| [Strand] says: The next day, he set off to learn. And -- well. I won't ruin the story; how do you think the training went? |
| Trinn sighs. "Not well?" |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'm guessing.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Not well. |
| Flit shies away from the fire. |
| Tocky laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Garrothan] says: hey guys |
| [Garrothan] says: wut u guys doing |
| Ingarath looks incensed. |
| [Cogitatus] says: You were sitting on someone else. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I assume that's why you got burned. |
| [Garrothan] says: can i dance to make it interesting |
| [Kelith] says: Certainly. That way. |
| Garrothan dances with you. |
| Kelith points at the lake. |
| Arahshiel grins wickedly at Kelith. |
| [Garrothan] says: sorry |
| Strand nods sadly. "Not well at all. Mellor lasted a good three days, and by the end of the first day there was a betting pool on how long he'd last." |
| [Strand] says: Staghelm won. |
| Fizzlepocket pumps up the plastic handle on his Goblin Dragon Gun, and stares at the elf. |
| Strand shrugs eloquently. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Flit] says: Staghelm? That meanie? |
| Trinn wrinkles her nose at the mention of Staghelm. |
| Mharty grins at you wickedly. |
| Sirithil grins at Fizzlepocket, but much prefers her [Gnomish Death Ray]. |
| Dahla grimaces a bit, but grins at Strand. |
| [Garrothan] says: wuts so good bout hearing this sotries |
| [Strand] says: And thus Mellor went back home, regretfully, where he found Mrs. Mellor cooking dinner for him. |
| [Garrothan] says: wut does it do to u |
| [Garrothan] says: im new to this game so i dont know sorr |
| Sirithil waves at Ferrah. |
| Strand mimes a field mouse cooking dinner. |
| [Strand] says: 'Hallo, dear,' she said. |
| [Strand] says: And he greeted her back, a little sadly. |
| [Strand] says: 'Oh,' she said. 'Bad day? Well, take heart.' |
| [Strand] says: He tilted his head at her curiously. |
| [Strand] says: 'It's almost winter, and you know what winter means!' |
| [Strand] says: Mellor paused, and slapped himself on his field mouse forehead. |
| [Strand] says: 'It is,' he said, 'The time of year when we grow... new... coats.' |
| [Strand] says: And he smiled, and forgot all about the idea of clothing. |
| Trinn laughs. |
| Strand grins, cheerfully. |
| Dahla blinks at Strand, grinning. "A shaggy mouse?" |
| Cogitatus laughs at Dahla. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Flit] says: Awwww. . . a very shaggy mouse? |
| [Garrothan] says: i will be leaing guys cya sorry for disturbing u guys |
| [Strand] says: That is the story of how Mellor didn't invent clothing, but didn't need to in the first place. There are many stories of Mellor... |
| [Strand] says: But that is the one I told tonight, and I thank you all for the listening. |
| Sirithil applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Flit claps excitedly for you. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for you. |
| Trinn applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for you. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for you. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for you. |
| Dahla shakes her head, applauding. |
| Jorii claps excitedly for you. |
| Oriion roars with bestial vigor. So fierce! |
| Nim claps excitedly for you. |
| Maire claps excitedly for you. |
| Mharty claps excitedly for you. |
| Sirithil applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Veras claps half-hearted |
| Tocky claps excitedly for you. |
| Kelith nods absently and continues to smile, digging around in his sack for some paper. |
| Potar applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Ardelle claps. |
| Brindebos applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Meris smiles at Strand. |
| Pegory claps excitedly for you. |
| Kelith clears his throat. |
| Ingarath looks over to Kelith. |
| Brindebos raises his hand in the air. |
| [Kelith] says: I've something to share - before business calls me away. |
| Ardelle thinks mice are adorable, and smiles softly to herself. |
| Nim is subtle. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm. This ought to be interesting. |
| Brindebos defers to the tall chap. |
| Mharty nods at Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: By all means, the fire is yours. |
| Rheyann blinks. |
| Maire whispers to Strand,"You should meet my prairie dog, Oy." |
| Sirithil arches an eyebrow, and directs her attention to Kelith. |
| Strand grins to Maire. "Pets are the order of the week." |
| Meris lookst to Kelith with an expression of curiosity and amusement. |
| [Kelith] says: Well. As you all know, my scribe, Lazarus Spindlecog, has been here and there throughout many of these meetings. |
| [Kelith] says: He recorded some of them for me - in particular one that I am dwelling on right now. |
| Tamorelda apologizes to everyone. Sorry! |
| Tamorelda bows down graciously. |
| Sirithil doesn't have a scribe. Makes a note on a gnomish dealie that resembles a Palm Pilot, to get one. |
| [Kelith] says: You see, there was once a rather sharp jibe directed at me and my... companions. |
| [Kelith] says: I have chosen tonight to repay that jibe in kind. |
| Ingarath grins wildly. |
| Kelith raises the piece of paper before his eyes. |
| Strand murmurs, "It's good to have dreams." |
| Kelith clears his throat and begins. |
| Brindebos listens curiously. |
| Potar looks up at Kelith briefly, emotionless, before returning to his aged tome. |
| [Kelith] says: Perish |
| [Kelith] says: all thought from your mind |
| [Kelith] says: in darkness gaze out |
| [Kelith] says: from your tomb |
| [Kelith] says: and see the dying day |
| Ingarath listens intently to Kelith. |
| [Kelith] says: and wonder why |
| Trinn glances over at Ingarath. |
| [Kelith] says: why in a world so empty as ours |
| [Kelith] says: would fools not just sit where they lay |
| [Kelith] says: they babble on to themselves in their own stagnant way |
| [Kelith] says: talking of books and of light and of love |
| [Kelith] says: exalting words with no value, no glow |
| Ingarath brings a hand to his face, grinning hugely. |
| [Kelith] says: raising a dais from the lowest of low |
| Ardelle is intrigued at the sheer... optimism. |
| [Kelith] says: I never dream |
| [Kelith] says: anymore |
| [Kelith] says: when I sleep |
| [Kelith] says: I cannot see |
| Maire cocks an eyebrow. |
| [Kelith] says: evermore |
| [Kelith] says: And I wonder while the night |
| [Kelith] says: creeps like wind from a crypt |
| [Kelith] says: that foolishness can be enough |
| [Kelith] says: And I wonder while the night |
| [Kelith] says: creeps like wind from a crypt |
| [Kelith] says: That ignorance can be enough |
| Rheyann smells the air around her. Wow, someone stinks! |
| [Kelith] says: And I wonder while the night |
| [Kelith] says: creeps like dust from the stars |
| [Kelith] says: That anyone can be so easily sated. |
| [Kelith] says: I never dream |
| [Kelith] says: anymore |
| [Kelith] says: The Eye never closes |
| [Kelith] says: And forever seeks the souls of men |
| [Kelith] says: a world |
| Mharty seems to shink back where she sits. |
| [Kelith] says: where fools are not content with what they are |
| [Kelith] says: and all strive for something more |
| Sirithil glances at Mharty, but then back to Kelith. |
| [Kelith] says: a world |
| [Kelith] says: free |
| [Kelith] says: to pursue the true fruit of will |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Kelith] says: a world |
| [Kelith] says: where the Light is not worshipped |
| [Kelith] says: and false gods not presented |
| Brindebos scowls. |
| [Kelith] says: and Law not made a glorious thing |
| [Kelith] says: where the young Meris |
| Trinn listens impassively. |
| [Kelith] says: had the strength to defy her husband |
| Ardelle fidgets where she sits. |
| [Kelith] says: had the will to see it through |
| [Kelith] says: alone |
| [Kelith] says: where Veras |
| [Kelith] says: was free of the shackles upon him |
| [Kelith] says: and Alerac still says fuck, but he has learned how to live without fear |
| [Kelith] says: But |
| [Kelith] says: I never dream |
| [Kelith] says: anymore |
| [Kelith] says: But |
| [Kelith] says: I never dream |
| [Kelith] says: This is the complacency that never ends, |
| [Kelith] says: leading us all to early graves, |
| [Kelith] says: one man one breath at a time |
| [Kelith] says: and after the comfort has killed us |
| [Kelith] says: and after we fear the dark |
| [Kelith] says: maybe one day |
| [Kelith] says: a foolish rogue with jet black hair |
| [Kelith] says: will look back on his life |
| [Kelith] says: and exclaim |
| Meris casts a sidelong glance at Ingarath. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| [Kelith] says: I was wrong |
| Kelith bows before Ingarath. |
| Kelith vanishes without warning. |
| Fethas claps excitedly for Kelith. |
| Cogitatus arches aneyebrow. |
| Sirithil applauds. Bravo! |
| Maire looks to Ingarath. |
| Strand grins quietly. |
| Ardelle sweeps the hair from her eyes and applauds heartily for Kelith. |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| Meris blinks a few times. |
| Rheyann is just jealous that Kelith was wearing her robe. |
| Veras rolls his eyes |
| [Strand] says: Congratulations, Ingarath. |
| Potar holds a half-smirk, but tried to remain back on his reading. |
| Ingarath can't help but grin. |
| Brindebos mutters, "Well, tha' wos certinly oopliftin'." |
| [Meris] says: ... right. Wasn't expecting that this evening... |
| [Strand] says: You are important enough for Kelith to refute. That's how you know when he's been stung, I hear. |
| [Brindebos] says: Aright... anywoon mind if'n I tell a joke? |
| Ingarath nods... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please. |
| [Ingarath] says: Dark things do indeed feel pain. |
| Dahla runs a hand through her hair, shaking her head. |
| [Sirithil] says: Poetry face-off! |
| [Brindebos] says: Parhaps tha'll lighten th'mood back oop, aye? |
| [Cogitatus] says: A joke would be welcome. |
| [Veras] says: Pheh. |
| Veras leans back and stretches |
| Oriion smiles |
| [Brindebos] says: Righto... I warn ye thoo... 'tis a Dwarven joke. |
| [Ingarath] says: Alright, enough focus on the foolish rogue. |
| [Ingarath] says: Wait, Brindebos. |
| Brindebos nods at Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: If you don't mind, there are people waiting. |
| Rheyann feigns a yawn, though who really knows the last time she's actually breathed. |
| Ingarath looks to Dahla. |
| Dahla glances over to Shaun and nudges him lightly, grinning. "Ready?" |
| Shaun Smirks. "Aye." |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Dahla nods up at Ingarath. |
| Veras smirks |
| Dahla brushes her knees off. "We had sought to lighten the mood a little with this, and hadn't realized just how much it might be needed." |
| Tamorelda wants to talk things over with Brindebos. |
| [Dahla] says: Therefore, with the help of some friends, we have organized for you... a skit. |
| Brindebos nods at Tamorelda. |
| Brindebos asks Tamorelda to wait. |
| Tamorelda nods at Brindebos. |
| Tamorelda bows down graciously. |
| Tamorelda waves. |
| [Dahla] says: Once upon a time! |
| Meris nudges Arahshiel gently and flashes a weak and slightly embarassed smile. |
| Strand watches Dahla with interest. |
| Cogitatus pays close attention to Dahla and Shaun. |
| Trinn looks back at Dahla and Shaun curiously. |
| Veras leans back and looks to Dahla |
| Sirithil leans over to Meris and whispers. |
| [Dahla] says: A brother and a sister were walking through the forest. They'd been walking all day, and it was starting to get late. |
| Dahla yawns a bit and stretches, smiling at Shaun. "Well, little brother. This looks like a nice place to camp." |
| Shaun nod. "I'm tired, aye. Let's rest." |
| [Dahla] says: And with that, they settled in, pulled their blankets from their packs, and headed to sleep. |
| Dahla lies down. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| [Flit] yells: And THEN, out of the wild blue yonder! Came the Pink! Pansy! MECHANOSTRIDE GANG! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: Wooooo-hooo-hooooooo! |
| Arahshiel seems to break from a trance, returning a slight smile to Meris. |
| [Ingarath] says: .....?! |
| Maire laughs at you. |
| [Strand] says: Ngh! |
| Oriion gasps |
| Rheyann blinks. |
| Rheyann blinks. |
| [Shaun] says: Ow! |
| Cogitatus dodges the Mechanostriders. |
| Ingarath looks around in surprise. |
| Brindebos watches with interest. |
| Ardelle giggles madly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Wooo! |
| Oriion whimpers |
| Fizzlepocket stretches... |
| Adantigus ponders the situation. |
| Flit eyes Shaun up and down. |
| Fizzlepocket looks down at the two layin' there.... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Huh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Looks like we got some troublemakers 'ere.. |
| Flit snickers. |
| Nim looks between everyone, before staring down at the two. |
| Fizzlepocket grins at Shaun, and pulls out the massive mace from his back... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, you know what to do... Agonize, pester, beset, lacerate, batter, beat, bash, maul, punch, kick, stab, strike, claw, assault, hit, abuse and inflict great displeasure upon him. Like with that one guy who scracthed me mechanostrider. |
| [Shaun] says: ... |
| Tocky hits Shaun with the hoof of his mechanostrider. |
| [Flit] says: Gotcha, boss! |
| [Shaun] says: OW! |
| Fizzlepocket starts beating Shaun quite liberally with his hammer... |
| Nim smacks up Shaun with his wrench. |
| Cogitatus cringes. |
| Flit whacks Shaun with her wrenches. |
| Shaun ughs and ooohs. |
| [Veras] says: That looks like it hurts.... |
| Dahla snores loudly. |
| Tocky smacks Shaun with his staff |
| Fizzlepocket kicks Shaun a bit, and slaps him upside the head. |
| Nim adds an extra kick in there for good measure. |
| A sly smirk spreads across Rheyann's face. |
| Strand says, enchanted, "Helmets." |
| Trinn sighs, preparing for the use of a /lot/ of healing energy. |
| Meris giggles at the gnomes. |
| Flit nods, satisfied. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Tocky. "Huh..... Tocky, you didn't put your heart into it." |
| [Flit] says: You gotta really poke at him. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Here. I got a stick 'ere.... |
| [Flit] says: You've got a pointy stick. . . |
| Tocky whacks Shaun *hard* wih his staff. |
| [Flit] says: Better! |
| [Shaun] says: Ughhh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And, one more time for the road! |
| Mharty chortles. |
| [Flit] says: Maybe with more feelin'? |
| Tocky jumps up and down on Shaun vigoriously. |
| Brindebos lets out a boisterous guffaw! |
| Fizzlepocket grins. |
| Sirithil laughs. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Much better... now, don't forget the mandatory swift kick to the groin! |
| Cogitatus blinks in confusion. |
| [Tocky] says: HA!!! |
| Veras blinks |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Flit, do the honors. |
| Flit nods and kicks Shaun. |
| [Nim] says: Couldn't forget that. |
| Ardelle winces. |
| [Flit] says: Take that! |
| Maire stifles a laugh. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Alright! We ride! |
| Potar tries with great effort not to burst out laughing. |
| Ingarath noticeably flinches. |
| Dahla snores. Really loud. |
| Brindebos cringes, and grabs himself... then looks around to see if anyone noticed. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: To the other way! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: TOCKY! |
| Rheyann wishes that weren't scripted. |
| Tocky kicks Shaun with the hoof of his mechanostrider again for good measure. |
| [Nim] yells: Tocky! Get over here! |
| Shaun moans. He's probably not faking it either. |
| Flit giggles at Tocky. |
| Shaun tugs on Dahla's sleeve, and says in his best little brother voice, "Sister! Thah Pink Panzy Mechanostrider gang came an' beat me up!" |
| Ingarath laughs out loud at Shaun. |
| Oriion lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Dahla groggily sits up. "Wha? What? Don't be stupid, little brother." |
| Sirithil grins wickedly at Ferrah. |
| [Shaun] says: B... but! |
| [Dahla] says: There are NO mechanostrider gangs in the forest. |
| Dahla shakes her head and yawns. "It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep." |
| Shaun studders. "I... okay." |
| Macbano laughs. |
| Dahla falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| [Flit] says: Shhhh! We're performin'. . . . |
| Dahla snores. |
| [Flit] yells: And THEN, out of the wild blue yonder! Came the Pink! Pansy! MECHANOSTRIDE GANG! |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: VRROOOOM! |
| [Nim] yells: Again! |
| [Flit] says: That's right, AGAIN! |
| Rheyann lets out a hacking cough. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: EEEEEEE~! |
| Trinn covers her mouth with her hand. |
| Fizzlepocket pauses to a halt, and sees the two STILL asleep.... |
| Sirithil giggles at the gnomes. |
| [Flit] says: Hey, they're still here. . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Hmmm. |
| Strand puts a protective arm around Trinn. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Obviously, we didn't rough him up ENOUGH. |
| Brindebos grins. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. "A'ight..." |
| [Flit] says: What should we do t'fix it, boss? |
| Oriion blinks. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, the punks are still here, lollygagging and loiterin' like they own the place! Rough him up again. And... this time, purloin the wallet, pillage the cooler there, and burgle some brewskis. That'd show 'im. |
| [Flit] says: Right! |
| Tocky cheers at Shaun! |
| [Nim] says: Sure thing! |
| Flit whacks Shaun upside the head. |
| [Shaun] says: Ochhh! |
| Fizzlepocket kicks Shaun in the collerbone, and raids the cooler.. |
| Fizzlepocket kneels down. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Let's see... |
| Tocky lets his mechanical chicken peck at Shaun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: We got... Some Stouts... some ales... a disturbing lack of loggers... |
| Fizzlepocket perks up. "I don't hear enough screaming!" |
| [Flit] says: Awww. . . no loggers? |
| Nim prods Shaun repeatedly with his wrench. |
| Shaun whimpers. |
| Flit kicks Shaun for not having any logger. |
| [Nim] says: Do they have that fair stuff? That fair stuff is good. |
| Tocky gets his *big* mechanical chicken to peck at Shaun. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, look for that. |
| Fizzlepocket continues digging through the cooler.... "Nope. They got some... tauren stuff.... that'd have t'be pretty strong..." |
| Flit targets Shaun with her death ray. |
| Sirithil 's eyes go wide. She *knows* how powerful that thing is. |
| Fizzlepocket frowns. He picks up the entire cooler, and walks over to Shaun. |
| [Shaun] says: ....... |
| Cogitatus looks decidedly concerned and unamused. |
| Tocky sics the battle chicken on Shaun |
| Dahla lies down. |
| Dahla totally doesn't wake up. |
| [Flit] says: Get him, Mr. Chicken! |
| Flit cheers on the Battle Chicken as it assualts Shaun. |
| [Shaun] says: Nngh! |
| Flit cheers at Battle Chicken! |
| Rheyann on the other hand, is actually -quite- amused...how unusual. |
| Tocky takes a few whacks at Shaun with his staff. |
| [Flit] says: An' next time, you better have snacks, too! |
| [Nim] says: Cookies, preferably! |
| Flit nods at Nim. |
| [Tocky] says: Take that! He expired on top of you!! |
| [Tocky] says: Ha! |
| [Shaun] says: I.. ughhhhhh... |
| Flit pokes Shaun with her arclight spanner. |
| Rheyann wonders if Fizzle is -supposed- to be asleep right now. |
| Sirithil is loving this. |
| Flit gives Shaun a swift kick in the side. |
| Dahla snores. |
| Nim starts working the right side of the body. For balance sake. |
| Flit nods approvingly to Nim. |
| Shaun groans. |
| Fethas moves away from the felhunter. |
| [Tocky] says: There must be symetry in our punching!! |
| Brindebos shakes badly as he tries not to laugh out loud. |
| [Flit] says: So there! Ha! |
| Oriion snickers |
| Fizzlepocket looks around, quite perplexed. "Sorry, fell in the cooler..." |
| Nim nods emphatically to Tocky, before delivering another kick to Shaun's side. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: What was I going to say? |
| [Flit] says: Boss! |
| Meris glances over to Edum briefly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Yes, Rabid Squirrel? |
| [Flit] says: Um. . . move out? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... OH! That's right! |
| Nim kind of half-heartedly keeps kicking, waiting for the orders to leave. |
| Fizzlepocket kicks Shaun. "And THAT'S for the crappy beer!" |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! |
| Fethas mutters about demons. |
| [Nim] says: and another thing! |
| Tocky slaps Shaun around a little bit. |
| Nim spits on Shaun. |
| [Flit] says: Ewwww. . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Alright, now, let's run to the other side, and then circle around to the way we came! |
| [Nim] says: Alright! |
| [Flit] says: Sneaky! |
| Dahla snores loudly. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: COME ON, DAMMIT! |
| Tocky kicks Shaun *again* with his mechanostrider hoof |
| [Nim] yells: Over here! |
| [Shaun] says: Nnnnnnghhhhhhh.... |
| Mharty has the giggles rather badly. |
| Sirithil giggles at the gnomes. |
| Shaun tugs on Dahla's sleeve, and says in his best little brother voice, "Sister! Thah Pink Panzy Mechanostrider gang came an' beat me up!" |
| Rheyann grins wickedly. |
| Sirithil waves at Kyltania. |
| Dahla groans and wakes up. |
| Kyltania smiles at Sirithil. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: And once more for good measure! |
| [Dahla] says: What? Whaaaat? Little brother, don't be stupid... |
| Sirithil beckons Kyltania over. |
| [Dahla] says: There are NO Mechanostrider gangs in the forest! |
| [Shaun] says: B... but! |
| Dahla grimaces groggily. "Look." |
| [Dahla] says: It was probably just a bad dream. |
| Trinn blurts out, "Don't believe her!" |
| [Dahla] says: You must be sleeping on a root or something. |
| Strand elbows Trinn. |
| [Dahla] says: I'll tell you what. |
| Trinn shushes. |
| Cogitatus mutters something about roots not being capable of brutal assault. |
| Dahla stretches and yawns. "We can switch spots, okay?" |
| Kyltania leans over to whisper to Sirithil. |
| [Shaun] says: ...okay. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| [Dahla] says: Now... just go back to sleep. |
| Dahla lies down. |
| Dahla mutters, "Pink Pansy Mechanostrider Gang... brothers." And falls asleep. |
| [Flit] yells: And THEN, out of the wild blue yonder! Came the Pink! Pansy! MECHANOSTRIDER GANG! |
| [Nim] yells: For a third time! |
| Strand looks mildly affronted. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: ETCETERA! |
| [Flit] yells: THAT'S RIGHT! |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Rheyann cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| Sirithil laughs at the gnomes. |
| Fizzlepocket looks around.. "God this map sucks and...." |
| Cogitatus dodges a Mechanostrider as it passes a little too close. |
| Tocky starts to charge. |
| [Flit] says: Why are they STILL HERE? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: My GODS! |
| Meris waves the smoke out from in front of her, coughing. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: What the hell sick demented folk are we dealin' with 'ere! |
| [Flit] says: We totally won this fight already! |
| [Flit] says: Just give up, wouldja? |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. "The Pink! Pansy! MECHANOSTRIDER GANG! are obviously being mocked. |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow at the "sick demented" comment. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I mean, really. Look at them. |
| Kyltania laughs. |
| [Flit] says: NOBODY mocks the Pink! Pansy! MECHANOSTRIDER GANG! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: So content. So... peaceful. Guess we'll have to change that. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Huh.... he just won't learn. Guess we'll have to pull out the heavy artillery and.... well... hmmmmmm..... |
| [Tocky] says: NO-BODY!!! |
| Flit glares angrily. |
| Fizzlepocket thinks. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I dunno... |
| Annemarie frowns and gets up. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I think the one on the right's suffered enough. |
| [Nim] says: S'my left. |
| Flit frowns at Dahla. We beat this one up good already. |
| Mharty laughs! |
| Cogitatus puts his face in his hands. |
| Fizzlepocket peers at the second one... "Infact, it looks like he's swelling horribly in the upper chest area." |
| Rheyann snickers at Fizzlepocket. |
| Fizzlepocket peers at Dahla's breasts, and shrugs. |
| Dahla 's snores are suddenly choked with attempts not to laugh. |
| [Flit] says: Can't be healthy to be beaten THREE times a night. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I guess not. |
| [Flit] says: Hit the other one? |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Shaun. "This one, however..." |
| [Nim] says: ...can it be healthy t'be beaten one time a night? |
| Nim shrugs and moves over to Shaun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Shh, Hungry Hippo. |
| [Flit] says: Well, a good beatin' could be stimulatin', I guess. . . |
| [Tocky] says: Yes |
| Mharty smirks. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Shaun. "We're just gonna have to show THIS one a thing or two." |
| Ingarath coughs. "Indeed." |
| [Flit] says: Right, boss! |
| Fizzlepocket pumps up his Goblin Dragon Gun. "Now, we gotta make up for two beatings. |
| Flit hefts her wrench. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: We gotta do something... epic. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Amazing. |
| [Fenzo] yells: ? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Almost... inspiring. |
| [Flit] says: Explosive? |
| Tocky pulls out the big one: his Mithril Dragon |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Very nice. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Yes! Rabid Squirrel, get Mr. Feathersworth! |
| [Flit] says: Got it! |
| Tocky sics the Mithril Dragon on Shaun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Hungry Hippo... meh, no one cares about you... |
| [Shaun] says: OW! |
| Nim snorts. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: GO! |
| [Nim] says: Well, I have a death chicken too! |
| Flit fumbles around in her bag for her chicken. |
| Tocky tells the dragon to breathe fire. |
| [Shaun] says: AHHHHH hot hottt! |
| Shaun lies down. |
| Rheyann cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| Cogitatus looks mildly alarmed. |
| [Flit] says: Oooh. Nice chicken, Hungry Hippo. |
| [Shaun] says: Ahhhghhhhhh! |
| Fizzlepocket looks in his bag for his Pet Bomb.... |
| [Flit] says: Get him, Mr. Feathersworth! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Poke him relentlessly! |
| Flit points at Shaun. |
| [Tocky] says: Ha! It was fun while it lasted! |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Nim rummages around his bag too, looking for more weaponry. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Probe his sensitive areas! |
| [Flit] says: Peck him like the dickens! |
| Tocky pokes Shaun. Hey! |
| Tocky pokes Shaun. Hey! |
| Tocky pokes Shaun. Hey! |
| [Flit] says: No, not the ground, that guy! C'mon! |
| Brindebos guffaws at the pun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Fusey, go! |
| Flit cheers on her battle chicken. |
| [Flit] says: Take that! An' that! An' some of that! |
| Meris chuckles out loud at the battle chickens. |
| Shaun moans ughhhhh. |
| Elaran greets everyone warmly. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now, hold 'im! |
| Elaran tickles Adantigus. Hee hee! |
| Sirithil loves battle chickens. Wants one. |
| Fizzlepocket fiddles with the dials on his Goblin Rocket Mechanostrider Helmet.... |
| Flit holds Shaun up. |
| Nim props Shaun up as well. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Flit] says: Nice! Direct hit! |
| Fizzlepocket shakes his head, cursing... "That was... more unpleasant than I thought it'd be...." |
| Nim cheers! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Now! |
| Flit cheers at Fizzlepocket! |
| Trinn winces. |
| Tocky cheers at Fizzlepocket! |
| [Flit] says: Whack him again, boss! |
| Tocky starts to charge. |
| [Shaun] says: Nnrhhghh. |
| Flit starts to charge. |
| Mharty winces. |
| [Tocky] yells: FOR GNOMEREGAN!!!! |
| Fizzlepocket has defeated Shaun in a duel |
| Shaun lies down before Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: FOR THE CRAPPY BEERS! |
| Flit salutes Fizzlepocket with respect. |
| Fizzlepocket gets back onto his mechanostrider... |
| [Nim] says: For trying to sleep here! |
| Sirithil gets the giggles again. |
| [Fizzlepocket] yells: FOR MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS! |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! |
| [Flit] says: For that! |
| Shaun grunts, sincerely. |
| [Nim] says: Good job guys! We're good at this beating up thing. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Hungry Hippo! Rabid Squirrel! Short and Relentless! We're off! |
| Tocky kicks Shaun with his mechanostrider hoof... for the *4th time* |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! This is much better than our old gig. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Hell, wait. |
| Fizzlepocket points his mechanostrider down at Shaun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I think, we should have some sort of callin' card. |
| [Nim] says: Like what? |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. I had some printed up once. . . |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I mean, random beatings are great and all, but so impersonal. |
| [Nim] says: I think beatin people to the point of near death is a pretty good one... |
| Fizzlepocket looks down at Shaun. "Everyone, around him!" |
| Nim nods matter-of-factly. |
| [Shaun] says: ... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Aim your mechanostriders at a 73 degree angle! |
| Dahla sleeps on, definitely not getting stepped on by mechanostriders. |
| Tocky pushes a few buttons. |
| Nim fiddles with a few levers and aims his mechanostrider. |
| Shaun looks up in sheer terror. |
| Erevis waves at Kyltania. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Adjust the Verbalicommomotors to 50 lbs. of thrust! |
| Flit adjusts the angle of her ride. |
| Flit pulls a switch. |
| [Flit] says: Check! |
| Nim makes the necessary adjustments. |
| Fizzlepocket fiddles with more dials.... |
| [Nim] says: All set! |
| [Tocky] says: Adjust nose to 55 froghair widths. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: A'ight! COMMENCE PECKING! |
| Flit frowns and fiddles with the controls. |
| [Shaun] yells: AGHHHHHHH!!!!!! |
| Sirithil blinks. Oh my, pecking. |
| Flit 's strider pecks at Shaun mercilessly. |
| Sirithil gets the giggles again. |
| Cogitatus tries to maintain a straight face, but still looks mildly disgusted with the whole thing. |
| Fizzlepocket looks down at the bloodied pulp. |
| Rheyann laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Enough! |
| [Nim] says: ... y'sure? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... Let's go. And this time... We ride... |
| Nim seems to have been enjoying this. |
| [Flit] says: We could peck some more. . . aww. . . |
| Fizzlepocket picks a coin out of his pocket, and tosses it into the air. |
| Rheyann agrees with Flit. |
| [Nim] says: Lets take the lake exit! |
| Shaun glares at Nim slightly. |
| Fizzlepocket catches the coin, and slaps it onto his wrist. |
| Fizzlepocket points at Shaun. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: THAT WAY! |
| Tocky kicks Shaun with his mechanostrider hoof... *one more time*.... for good measure. |
| Dahla clears her throat, standing and grinning. |
| [Dahla] says: Er. The end. |
| Shaun kneels down. |
| Meris blinks with some surprise at the gnomes as they burst off. |
| Kyltania claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Rheyann blinks. |
| Arahshiel applauds. Bravo! |
| Mharty claps excitedly. |
| Erevis cheers! |
| Veras blinks and looks at Shaun |
| Dahla gestures for the gnomes to come back. |
| [Trinn] says: ...Shaun? |
| Strand blinks very owlishly. |
| Sirithil applauds. Bravo! |
| [Brindebos] says: Heh heh |
| Brindebos applauds. Bravo! |
| [Veras] says: You okay there buddy? |
| Shaun is still moaning a bit. |
| Fizzlepocket bows before Shaun. |
| Maire claps excitedly. |
| Mharty cheers at Fizzlepocket! |
| [Dahla] says: Come on Shaun! Everyone, take a bow. |
| Erevis applauds. Bravo! |
| Flit bows down graciously. |
| Fizzlepocket bows down graciously. |
| Dahla bows before Shaun. |
| Shaun bows down graciously. |
| Tocky bows down graciously. |
| Nim bows down graciously. |
| Brindebos cheers! |
| Ingarath shakes his head in wonder and amazement. |
| Elaran applauds. Bravo! |
| Trinn applauds. Bravo! |
| Adantigus cheers! |
| Cogitatus maintains a straight face and remains still. |
| Potar applauds. Bravo! |
| You applaud at Shaun. Bravo! |
| You clap excitedly for Dahla. |
| Veras shrugs at the little theatrue troops and claps once or twice, a bit confused |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Shaun... "Pst, Flit... was he informed that we were instructed not to hold back?" |
| Strand claps for the gnomes. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly. |
| [Potar] says: That was a very clever story, indeed! |
| Dahla nudges Fizzle with a foot. "Shh!" |
| [Trinn] says: Shaun, you suffer for art. A lot. |
| Masik claps excitedly. |
| [Ingarath] says: That was fantastic! |
| Flit whispers, "I dunno. . . I thought you were gonna tell him . . ." |
| Fethas blinks |
| Myvanor smiles and claps. |
| Fizzlepocket replies... "I was too busy stealin' brewskis..." |
| Shaun smirks slight at Triin, and wipes blood off his face. |
| [Meris] says: I just assumed he was "acting". |
| Strand says sympathetically, "You can play Mellor next time if you want, Shaun. No beatings." |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow at the "art" comment. |
| Shaun grins at you wickedly. |
| Nim fishes out his hat and puts it back on. |
| Potar attempts to administer some healing to soothe the aches that Shaun is obviously experiencing. |
| [Ingarath] says: Seriously, that was amazing. |
| [Shaun] says: Thanks. |
| Sirithil thinks Shaun is a really, really good sport. |
| Sirithil applauds at Shaun. Bravo! |
| Dahla grins back at Shaun and gestures for him to sit back down. "Nice acting. Good use of fake blood there..." |
| [Shaun] says: Oi. Thanks. |
| Flit salutes Shaun with respect. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well done, well done all of you. |
| Cogitatus agrees with Sirithil's "Good Sport" assessment. |
| Strand says hopefully, as he sits, "I read that actors use padding under clothing. For that sort of thing." |
| Shaun narrows his eyes at Dahla, but grin regardless. |
| Potar nods to Shaun. "I don't think I took that hard of a beating on the front lines of Alterac Valley.." |
| [Shaun] says: Gnomes gangs are vicious. |
| Mharty kisses Veras' cheek. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... So, when's the sequel? |
| Rheyann eyes Mharty up and down. |
| [Sirithil] says: Yes! Sequel! |
| [Strand] says: That's true. I've heard stories of a Stormwind gnome gang. |
| Jaero looks casually around. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Elaran] says: Nonsense. |
| Ingarath waves at Edum. |
| [Shaun] says: Sequel hopefully involves another target. |
| [Elaran] says: Gnome gangs are the sort of thing that children tell to frighten each other. |
| Edum inclines his head in greeting to Ingarath. |
| Meris looks over to Veras and stifles a laugh. |
| Shaun lies down. |
| Jaero puts out his lamp |
| [Dahla] says: Really, don't be silly. There are no mechanostrider gangs. |
| Jaero kneels down. |
| Trinn gives Shaun another concerned look. |
| Ingarath laughs at Dahla. |
| Nim smiles cheerfully over to the gnomes beside him. |
| Flit grins back. |
| [Ingarath] says: Of course not, everyone knows that. |
| [Nim] says: Well, I thought that went pretty well. |
| [Sirithil] says: Dahla! That's what they want you to believe! |
| Veras leans back on the palms of his hands and simply shakes his head |
| Elaran snickers at Sirithil. |
| [Ingarath] says: It went incredibly well, and I thank you for what is one of the best stories I have ever heard. |
| Flit grins at Ingarath. |
| [Shaun] says: I'm wonderin' if a certain set o' gnomes enjoyed that a bit TOO much. |
| Potar looks to Trinn. "He'll be sore in the morning, but I think he'll be alright." Potar smirks slightly. |
| Edum glances down at Shaun, quirking a brow slightly as leans back slightly, dropping his hands to brace himself. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Nim grins sheepishly. |
| Mharty snickers at Shaun. |
| Flit attempts to look innocent by blinking a lot. |
| Sirithil notes Flit is succeeding. |
| Ingarath smiles broadly. |
| Shaun grins good naturedly, despite bruises. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, this has been a most active evening, eh? |
| Jaero kneels down. |
| Rheyann mumbles "I can still smell their exhausts...or is that wind creeping from a crypt...?" |
| Potar agrees with Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: Warlocks delivering personal retorts, mechanostrider gangs.... |
| [Meris] says: Seems that way... |
| [Sirithil] says: All in all, a good night. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Shaun, and then diverts his gaze to the sky... |
| [Ingarath] says: Next week, we'll begin the end of the world. |
| [Meris] says: and the night is still young. |
| Brindebos smiles at Annemarie. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Tut tut... it looks like rain. |
| [Flit] says: "Tut tut"? |
| Meris holds out a hand raised to the sky, checking for droplets. |
| Cogitatus looks like he wants to say something, but patiently bites his tounge. |
| Strand murmurs something into Trinn's ear. |
| Sirithil thinks a moment, and can't remember the last time it rained. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: "Tut Tut." |
| [Nim] says: Some stuff t'do! See y'guys later! |
| [Elaran] says: Can't begin the end of the world, Ingarath. |
| [Flit] says: Aw, G'bye, Nim! |
| Ingarath looks up, but then looks back to Elaran, smiling. |
| [Meris] says: Definitely not quite time yet. |
| You wave at Eigne. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus waves at Nim. |
| [Ingarath] says: No...so much more to do, really. |
| [Meris] says: Perhaps several lifetimes... |
| Ingarath grins at Elaran. |
| Meris flashes a disarming smile at Ingarath. |
| Trinn waves at Eigne. |
| [Ingarath] says: Ah, well, Meris...completing this one will be fine enough for now. |
| Potar closes the old book that was on his lap and puts it away in his packs. |
| Veras stifles a yawn |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, enough talk. Who shall be next...? |
| Eigne waves at Trinn. |
| Meris gazes around the circle, letting her eyes fall on the listeners. |
| Brindebos looks around. |
| [Eigne] says: I've only another joke this evenin' |
| Ingarath can't help but grin. "I fear they've been intimidated..." |
| [Meris] says: I think no one knows how to follow the gnomes. |
| [Sirithil] says: Agreed. |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| Flit giggles at Meris. |
| [Sirithil] says: To do anything now would be anticlimactic. |
| [Strand] says: Ah, Eigne's faced worse. |
| Rheyann just wants to see more gnomish beatings. |
| Fizzlepocket looks around. "And if any of you try anything funny.... Well, you'd wish you were Shaun!" |
| [Eigne] says: Well, if it's gnomes... |
| Mharty gently pats Oriion. |
| Strand thinks about that. "Stretched metaphor again. Hm." |
| [Oriion] says: hmm.. |
| Sirithil agrees with Rheyann. |
| Fizzlepocket grins, and waves his mace haphazardly in the air. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow at Eigne. |
| Eigne looks around at the crowd |
| Ingarath bows before Eigne. |
| [Eigne] says: There was this little gnome o' a guy sitting in the Inn in Lakeshire, jest drinkin' his ale an' mindin' his own business when all of a sudden this great big bruiser comes in and... |
| Elaran smiles at Eigne. |
| [Oriion] says: no thanks. |
| Brindebos excuses himself as gracefully as he can. |
| [Eigne] says: WHACK!! -- knocks 'im off the bar stool and onto the floor. The big man says, "That was a move I larn'd in Badlands." |
| Sirithil wonders if the gnomes could wear dreadmist next time. There's nothing cuter than a gnome in dreadmist. |
| [Eigne] says: The gnome thinks "Giddlewiddnits!" But 'e climbs back up on the stool and starts drinking again when all of a sudden... |
| [Eigne] says: WHACK!! -- the bruiser knocks 'im down AG'IN and says, "That was a move from Searin' Gorge." |
| Eigne pauses to take a sip of her ale. |
| [Eigne] says: So the little guy, well 'es 'had enough o' this... He gets up, brushes himself off and quietly leaves. He's is gone fer a quarter 'our or so when 'e returns. |
| [Eigne] says: Without saying a word, he walks up behind the fighter wit' all the moves and... |
| [Eigne] says: WHAM!!!" -- knocks 'im off 'is stool, knocking 'im out cold!!! |
| [Eigne] says: The little guy looks at the bartender and says, |
| Eigne using a squeeky falsetto in immitation of a gnome: |
| [Eigne] says: "When he gets up, tell him THAT was a mace from the armorer down th' walk. " |
| Flit giggles at Eigne. |
| Elaran cackles maniacally at Eigne. |
| Eigne bows before Trinn. |
| Strand chortles. |
| Elaran cheers at Eigne! |
| Trinn laughs. |
| Dahla laughs and applauds. |
| Ingarath laughs at Eigne. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Eigne. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Eigne. |
| Veras chuckles |
| Eigne takes another swig of her ale. |
| Strand offers up a Special Reserve to Eigne in tribute. |
| Fizzlepocket looks quite confused. "I don't get it." |
| [Ingarath] says: ...What a surprise. |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Eigne] says: Looks like yer taste in ale is improvin' lad |
| Flit pats Fizzlepocket's foot, "I'll explain it later." |
| Tocky looks at Fizzlepocket..."eh... neither do I" |
| [Strand] says: Well, I did give it away. |
| Ingarath looks around the circle, his eyes searching individual faces. |
| [Strand] says: But I have more. |
| Jaero kneels down. |
| Cogitatus chuckles in response to Eigne. (( Delayed response. )) |
| Jaero gazes eagerly at Oriion. |
| Oriion sniffs Jaero. |
| Jaero growls menacingly at Oriion. |
| Oriion blinks |
| Jaero winks slyly at Oriion. |
| [Meris] says: I plan on stocking up on the Darkmoon Faire ale... it's the best thing about the carnivale. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, perhaps we shall bring the night to a close here, unless anyone objects? |
| [Eigne] says: I'll 'ave tae shtop by then. Tish nice stuff. ...hic! |
| Oriion shrugs |
| [Sirithil] says: Bah. It's good... but doesn't have the complexity of flavor of a good Nightstone wine. |
| [Meris] says: If only they'd set up in ...oh! |
| Meris looks to Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I hear that you can trade in tackets for prizes at the Faire. |
| Elaran blinks at Meris. |
| [Elaran] says: Er? |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'd want to know more about the prizes before goign to the trouble, though. |
| [Meris] says: I missed a night, a few weeks back. |
| [Strand] says: It's strong shtuff. |
| [Meris] says: And I heard Elaran sang... and I had to miss it. |
| Meris beams at Elaran. |
| Elaran lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Elaran] says: So be it... |
| [Meris] says: Was anyone else here? |
| [Elaran] says: But just remember Meris...you asked for it. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I don't need convincing to hear Elaran's voice again, for sure. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Flit grins at Elaran. |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Elaran. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Elaran. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Well...normally, I'd ask a gift of alcohol. |
| [Elaran] says: Tonight, though... |
| Meris rifles through her pack |
| Eigne watches the Gnome expectantly. |
| Elaran looks around the circle. |
| Elaran thanks Mharty. |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, all I've got is food. |
| [Elaran] says: This'll do nicely. |
| Elaran thanks Eigne. |
| Rheyann thinks, 'Damn1 That gnome has my robe, too!" But soon realizes her surcoat is blue not violet. |
| [Elaran] says: Well, then... |
| [Eigne] says: only the best. ...hic! |
| Eigne kneels before Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Here's a tale of one of the first Wildhammers... |
| [Elaran] says: He, ah...well. You'll hear it. |
| Elaran pulls out a well-worn piece of paper. |
| [Elaran] says: I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true! |
| [Elaran] says: a tale you'd best hope never happens to you |
| Eigne 'sh attention grows at the dwarven name. ...hic! |
| [Elaran] says: old Magni Wildhammer, |
| [Elaran] says: how he met his fate... |
| [Elaran] says: you I can save, but for him it's too late! |
| [Elaran] says: Magni was big, burly and strong |
| [Elaran] says: his pipes were gigantic, |
| Cogitatus smiles; thinks this sounds familiar. |
| [Elaran] says: and so wash his... |
| Elaran coughs. |
| [Elaran] says: You get the idea. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: from village to village a-running around |
| [Eigne] says: aye. |
| Arahshiel smiles. |
| [Elaran] says: looking for chicks over four hundred pounds! |
| [Elaran] says: One night at the pub a girl caught his eye |
| [Elaran] says: big as a house, just the right size ...hic! |
| [Eigne] says: Hey now! |
| Strand chokes on his ale. |
| [Elaran] says: the broad wash enormous, stacked to the hilt |
| [Elaran] says: Magni soon noticed a bulge in his kilt ...hic! |
| [Trinn] is Away From Keyboard: Away from Keyboard |
| [Elaran] says: Wildhammer delivered his best pick-up line |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Mharty quietly snickers to herself. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Elaran] says: thought to himself,"this beast ish all mine!" ...hic! |
| [Elaran] says: the portly young lady could shtand for no more ...hic! |
| [Elaran] says: Reached for his rocks and went for the door... |
| [Elaran] says: They got to her house and dimmed all the lights |
| [Elaran] says: Magni was in for one hell of a night! |
| [Elaran] says: he said that he loved her, he'd always be true |
| Tocky strentches his legs |
| [Elaran] says: "But Mr. Wildhammer, I've only just met you!!" |
| [Elaran] says: By now he saw double through his drunken eyes |
| [Elaran] says: shhe neither had looksh or appropriate size... ...hic! |
| [Elaran] says: he came to his sense, but thought to himself, |
| [Elaran] says: "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" |
| [Elaran] says: he took off his shirt, shhe lifted her skirt, |
| [Elaran] says: they pulled out hish part and stared to play... |
| [Elaran] says: shhe asked for a glove, he gave her a shove, |
| [Elaran] says: had baby Wildhammer nine months to-the-day! |
| Ingarath laughs at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Three barrels a day, he'll drink 'til he dies.. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Elaran] says: Magni Wildhammer, one hell of a guy! |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Elaran bows down graciously. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Eigne laughs at Elaran. |
| Meris giggles at Elaran. |
| Arahshiel cheers at Elaran! |
| Eigne claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Dahla applauds at Elaran. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| Potar chortles; grumbles. "Crazy wildhammers." |
| Jorii claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Kyltania cheers! |
| Ingarath cheers at Elaran! |
| Oriion snickers |
| Potar claps excitedly for Elaran. |
| Jaero claps half heartedly, clearly unimpressed. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for sharing again, Elaran. It's just as good the second time around. |
| You cheer at Elaran. |
| Veras nods before yawning |
| [Meris] says: Charming as usual, El. |
| Elaran smiles at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Elaran. |
| [Eigne] says: Delightful! |
| [Elaran] says: Wait till you hear the next one. |
| Cogitatus 's smile brightens. |
| Elaran leans over to whisper to Veras. |
| [Cogitatus] says: There's a next one? |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Flit looks curious. |
| Elaran snickers at Veras. |
| [Meris] says: Next time, perhaps. |
| Veras chuckles lightly |
| [Elaran] says: Yes, certainly. It's not quite done yet. |
| [Ingarath] says: Now, I have something to propose to you all. |
| Mharty stiffles a laugh. |
| Eigne listens with ful attention. |
| [Elaran] says: That could get compilcated, Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| Ingarath laughs softly at Elaran. |
| [Ingarath] says: Nothing of that nature, sadly, Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yeah, I don't exactly swing that way, myself. |
| Cogitatus smirks. |
| [Eigne] says: Swing a bit more tae the right, do ye? |
| Cogitatus laughs at Eigne. |
| Strand gives Eigne a shocked look. |
| Ingarath twitches. |
| Elaran snickers at Eigne. |
| [Eigne] says: What?! |
| Mharty covers her mouth, trying hard not to snort as she laughs! |
| [Ingarath] says: What I'd like to know is what you all think about having alternating nights. |
| [Sirithil] says: Like, every other week? |
| Elaran looks at Ingarath with a confused look. |
| [Flit] says: Alternating how? |
| Ingarath nods slowly. |
| [Sirithil] says: That's just going to confuse people. |
| Veras tilts his head |
| Meris rolls her eyes. |
| [Veras] says: Why alternate? |
| Kyltania palms her face. |
| [Sirithil] says: We consistently have content and a crowd. |
| [Sirithil] says: Cutting back is foolish. |
| [Eigne] says: Aye. Every Thursday is much easier tae remember. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'd have to concur with Sirithil on this one. |
| Dahla looks up at Ingarath. "Why do you ask?" |
| Ingarath sighs. "I can simply not make it every week, nor can many others." |
| [Meris] says: If you could find another host that everyone agreed to... it would give you your needed rest. |
| Flit fidgets worriedly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Strand has been able to handle these Story Nights fairly well in your absence. |
| Meris looks around the crowd. "No one makes it here every week, hardly." |
| [Cogitatus] says: As has Meris. |
| Elaran ponders the situation. |
| [Eigne] says: Ah, but we could carry on. |
| [Sirithil] says: Well, just because you can't come, doesn't mean the rest of us should lose out, Ingarath. With all due respect, it's somewhat arrogant. |
| [Ingarath] says: Sirithil, with all due respect, shut up. |
| [Elaran] says: Hold it. |
| Mharty winces. |
| [Ingarath] says: You're misinterpreting what I'm saying. |
| [Sirithil] says: That wasn't respectful at all. |
| Naiama clears her throat. |
| Kyltania blinks at Ingarath. |
| Veras leans back and smirks |
| Naiama stares carefully at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow at both Ingarath and Sirithil. |
| Strand contemplates Naiama. |
| Annemarie shakes her head a Veras. |
| Ingarath brings a hand to his temple and closes his eyes in frustration. |
| [Meris] says: Errr... well... this is a community effort and... no one has to show, ever, or host... everyone is a volunteer. |
| Cogitatus listens to Ingarath. |
| [Meris] says: It shouldn;t be a source of stress to *anyone*. |
| [Eigne] says: If there is a concern o'er recordin' the events, perhaps and alternate scribe kin be found. |
| [Veras] says: Let the man speak at least. |
| Oriion sniffs the air, and scurries off in search of something... |
| [Ingarath] says: I have a number of reasons for wishing to do this. And no, Sirithil, it is not solely related to me. |
| Cogitatus turns his full attention on Ingarath. |
| [Sirithil] says: Well, by all means, elaborate. |
| Naiama continues to stare at Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: If it was, I would simply have asked Strand or Meris to alternate hosting the events with me. As Meris points out, there are no shortage of people who believe they can host such events. |
| [Ingarath] says: Nor do I have any reason to think that they cannot. |
| Strand says wryly, "Harder than it looks." |
| Potar smirks a bit, and stands, coughing lightly. "I think this matter is best left to people other than me. Good night and safe travels, friends." |
| Veras waves to Potar |
| Elaran waves at Potar. |
| Cogitatus waves at Potar. |
| Trinn nods and waves at Potar as he departs. |
| Flit waves at Potar. |
| [Ingarath] says: What I would like to do is to alternate this event with Strand's. That way, there is something to attend each week that is different. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, that makes more sense. |
| [Veras] says: So move Philosophy night to Thursday? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Philosophy one week, Stories the next. |
| [Sirithil] says: Ugh. I like story night every week. |
| [Ingarath] says: The reasons for this are, to put it mildly: I believe that if people had more time to prepare, more could contribute. |
| [Eigne] says: Ah, that does. |
| Veras looks to Ingarath |
| [Ingarath] says: And perhaps it reflects my latent frustration in believing that I must present something every time I appear. But that is my own mantle I place on myself. |
| [Meris] says: But people ... do prepare. Take as long as they want. That argument only holds water if there was a requirement to speak every week. |
| [Sirithil] says: I really don't think we're so short on content that we have to do this less often. |
| Meris sits back quietly again. |
| [Eigne] says: An' is Master Strand inclined tae this an' movin' it tae here. |
| [Sirithil] says: Every week we're here two, three hours, and there's twenty or thirty people. |
| [Sirithil] says: And every week people present something. It's not the same people every week, but someone always delivers. |
| Cogitatus thinks on Ingarath's and Sirithil's words. |
| Ingarath shrugs. |
| Flit studies her boots. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hmmm.... |
| [Ingarath] says: I'm sorry, Sirithil, I just know that many more might attend regularly if it was held less frequently. |
| [Ingarath] says: I've often heard that. |
| [Sirithil] says: And... again, I'm not sure where the existing shortage of attendees or content is. |
| [Eigne] says: Kin they not attend on ther' schedule? |
| Ingarath nods slowly to Eigne. |
| Meris starts to add a few words, but stops to let the others speak. |
| Strand says thoughtfully, "Tell the truth, there's this. I don't see anyone here -- myself included -- jumping up to volunteer to host." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Hmmm.... I have to admit, that I'm sometimes tempted to skip sessions to have more time for honing my skills, but I don't see that as cause to ask for the sessions to be less frequent. |
| [Sirithil] says: Do we *need* a formal host? |
| [Meris] says: When have we asked, Strand? |
| Cogitatus looks at Strand. |
| Strand rubs his eyes. |
| [Sirithil] says: What does the host *do*, exactly? Welcome everyone? Introduce people? Anyone can do that. |
| [Ingarath] says: No, I suppose not. But nor do we need any formal organization. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I suppose I can host. |
| [Cogitatus] says: If I'm here and we're short a host, I can host. |
| [Ingarath] says: And, Sirithil, I generally see the host as a person who can keep things moving, and has something to present if no one else does. |
| [Cogitatus] says: It's not a problem for me. |
| Strand shrugs. "Well enough. If it seems easy, I'm perhaps mistaken." |
| [Ingarath] says: But, arguably, I don't have the perspective of a noble on such things, so perhaps this peasant simply overvalues the office. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oooh.... Hmmm.... I can't guarantee that I would always have something to present, other than dinner. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Cogitatus. |
| Sirithil arches an eyebrow at this. "Perhaps," she says, a coldness in her voice. |
| [Meris] says: I don't think we would lack in hosts. This is certainly far easier to handle than a trial, with clearly defined authoritative roles. |
| Strand tilts his head. |
| [Eigne] says: What of a scribe. I'm not skilled in recordin' such events, but that would seem the hardest. Or does this e'en get recorded fer posterity? |
| Ingarath merely listens. |
| [Strand] says: I hear rumors that people keep trying to start one of these on Kalimdor, and... it doesn't happen, for some reason. |
| [Ingarath] says: It does. |
| [Meris] says: (( there's usually at least one person logging )) |
| [Strand] says: I have much respect for what Ingarath does here. |
| [Eigne] says: < |
| [Trinn] says: Aye. The host shouldn't be undervalued, that's for certain. |
| [Meris] says: No, but in a pinch - there could be guest hosts. |
| [Ingarath] says: If we do not need hosts, Meris, we've no need of organizers, either. |
| Meris blinks at Ingarath, not sure of his intended meaning. |
| Annemarie yawns and sighs. |
| Cogitatus sighs. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I don't think we need to come to a decision right away. |
| [Ingarath] says: That is very true. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Let's all sleep on this and discuss it again next week. |
| [Eigne] says: If I may, I think tae disrupt what 'as already been established runs the risk of loosin' the continuity and coherence that is already in place. No ofence, master Strand, but philosophy does not hold the same alure an' I do not think me jokes would be as |
| [Eigne] says: appreciated there. |
| Meris nods at Cogitatus with a little smile. |
| Strand smiles up at Eigne. "None taken." |
| [Veras] says: Ah....hmmmmm.... |
| Kyltania waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Arahshiel waves at Kyltania. |
| Flit waves at Kyltania. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, you may all do what you wish, of course. No one was ever suggesting otherwise. |
| [Ingarath] says: It is the participants who give life to this night, and no one else. |
| [Trinn] says: I would debate that. You do a good job. |
| Ingarath sits down, somewhat wearily. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I try to be a participant, when my muse can cooperate. |
| Ingarath smiles softly. |
| Eigne pats Ingarath's back, very fraternally. |
| [Meris] says: Strong emotions feed the fires. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Indeed. |
| [Meris] says: Most of my art isn't really fit for public display, however. |
| Elaran smiles wryly at Meris. |
| Arahshiel grins at Meris. |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow curiously at Meris. |
| Meris coughs and wags a finger at Elaran. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Kyltania decides to stay a bit more. |
| Arahshiel sighs and begins to rise, brushing grass from her dress as she moves. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I have admitted, my energy is exhaustible, so I will not be attending next week's event. I know you will all carry on in my absence. |
| [Cogitatus] says: We can post the question of scheduling to the bulletin board of the Trade District (( the ER forums )) and let those with opinions state their cases. |
| Arahshiel nods politely to those in her immediate vicinity as she departs. |
| [Meris] says: We shall make do, but I am certain some of us will miss you. |
| Meris winks slyly at Ingarath. |
| Elaran leans over to whisper to Ingarath. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I think we'll be fine, in any event. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Ingarath. |
| [Trinn] says: I certainly will. And I think more than /some/ will do so. |
| Strand nods affirmation. |
| [Meris] says: Of course... my statement was as cautious as possible, Trinn, given my lack of data. |
| Trinn snorts. |
| Strand looks bemused. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, is anyone interested in dinner? |
| [Meris] says: While we are here... are we skipping philosophy night next Tuesday still? |
| Veras yawns and stretches |
| [Eigne] says: Well, what ever 'apens next week, tis a fine thin' ye 'ave instilled in these parts. |
| [Meris] says: I wanted to set my calendar. |
| Cogitatus yeilds the floor to Meris. |
| Kyltania smiles at Ivan. |
| [Ingarath] says: Of that there is no doubt, Eigne. |
| Ivan grins. |
| [Veras] says: I assume so Meris. |
| Ivan kneels down. |
| Elaran smiles at Eigne. |
| [Eigne] says: A lot like me family in the quiet e'ens back 'ome. |
| Strand nods patiently to Meris. "Yes, it's still bi-weekly." |
| [Ivan] says: We would like to make an announcement, |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, we'll be skipping next week for Philosophy? |
| Ivan looks back to Kyltania, |
| [Strand] says: No, there's no philosophy next week. |
| Veras looks to Cogitatus and grins |
| Cogitatus nods in response to Strand. |
| Elaran glances at Ivan. |
| Cogitatus look at Ivan. |
| Meris glances behind her to Ivan and Kyltania, a somewhat curious look on her face. |
| [Strand] says: Well. There probably is, just not Tuesday night... wait. |
| [Strand] says: That's not right either. |
| Ivan takes Tania's hand, grinning to the others. |
| [Veras] says: But I am always up for a debate at any time if you wish such things. |
| [Elaran] says: Quiet, you all. |
| Trinn snickers at Veras, then quiets. |
| [Elaran] says: I beleive this gent has something to say. |
| [Ivan] says: Tania and I would like to announce our engagement, |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Tocky cheers! |
| Kyltania smiles softly, allowing Ivan to speak. |
| Elaran blinks. |
| [Eigne] says: Congratulations! |
| Jorii claps excitedly. |
| Strand blinks owlishly. |
| Ingarath claps, but just stares ahead blankly. |
| Meris lets loose a knowing sigh, slightly rolling her eyes. |
| Sirithil congratulates Kyltania. |
| Veras looks like he is about to laugh, but manages a smile |
| Ivan looks to Veras, still grinning, |
| [Ivan] says: ..and have high hopes that Master Veras will perform the wedding ceremony for us. |
| Elaran lets out a hacking cough. |
| Trinn mutters something under her breath at that one. |
| Strand looks somewhat aghast. |
| Veras opens his mouth, then shuts it grinning, he opens it again |
| [Veras] says: I would be happy to. |
| [Kyltania] says: For those of you who would like to attend you are welcome to join us. A date has not been decided yet. |
| Dahla quirks a brow, murmuring something to Shaun. |
| Elaran looks thoroughly disturbed. |
| Ivan smiles to Veras, then nods in agreement with Kyltania, |
| Eigne looks at Strand with concern. |
| [Elaran] says: Might I ask a question? |
| [Meris] says: Veras, you can... errr.. alright. |
| Ivan turns, |
| [Ivan] says: Eh? |
| Cogitatus notes the concerns looks on some people's faces, but remains silent. |
| Meris raises both eyebrows at Veras. |
| [Kyltania] says: Yes? |
| [Elaran] says: You sir, look like some sort of warrior. Are you such, or do you swing that thing for the Silver Hand? |
| [Ivan] says: I swing it for peace, friend. But I am a member of the Order. |
| Dahla murmurs to Ingarath, "She got over Reinholt fast." |
| Elaran nods at Ivan. |
| [Elaran] says: 's all I wanted to know. Thank you. |
| Veras simply shakes his head |
| Ivan frowns at the murmurs. |
| Ingarath 's eyes widen, and a hand comes up to cover his mouth. |
| Strand says rather bemusedly, "She summons demons." |
| [Arp] says: wazup? |
| Meris looks as if she's about to say something else, but is holding it in. |
| [Arp] says: wazupa? |
| [Strand] says: Shadowbreaker's going to be miffed. |
| Ivan shrugs at Strand's words. |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| Dwyte stands and yells "what is this cult of demons?" |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| Kyltania peers at Arp searchingly. |
| Ivan raises a brow. |
| [Kyltania] says: Is that man possessed?! |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| [Trinn] says: I think...this ends it for me for the evening. |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| [Strand] says: Think so. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( Okay, Arp, enough. )) |
| [Elaran] says: More on the order or a lackwit, I think. |
| Kyltania gasps at Arp. |
| Trinn rests a hand on Ingarath's shoulder for a moment, before walking away. |
| With arms flapping, Arp struts around Ivan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken! |
| [Sirithil] says: I could always try setting him on fire. |
| [Dwyte] says: What is this? |
| [Elaran] says: By all means. |
| [Arp] says: please do |
| [Ingarath] says: I must go now, thank you as always |
| Strand smiles to Eigne. |
| [Sirithil] says: ...dammit. |
| Dahla stands and nods as well, looking to Ingarath. |
| [Eigne] says: Must o 'ad too much ale. |
| [Ingarath] says: For those of you who speak, it is my sincere pleasure to hear you. |
| Ingarath bows down graciously. |
This log was produced using logparse v0.5 by Ingarath.