| Dahla smiles and nods. "Thanks, Trinn, and hello folks." |
| You wave. |
| [Strand] says: Flit! |
| [Tremin] says: Where's the fire supposed to be? |
| Dahla smiles at you. |
| Tremin bows before you. |
| [Flit] says: Hi! |
| [Dahla] says: Hello hello. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Cogitatus looks around for a place to put the fire. |
| [Strand] says: And Ingarath. It shapes well. |
| [Tremin] says: Oh my goodness, who is this beautiful creature? |
| [Trinn] says: Perhaps in the middle. |
| Tremin bows before Flit. |
| Flit giggles at Tremin. |
| Trinn plops down rather deliberately. |
| Tremin winks slyly at Flit. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow at Strand. "Mmm?" |
| Trinn waves at Ingarath. |
| [Flit] says: I'm Flit, pleased to meetcha! |
| You smile at Trinn. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, Flit, good to see you again. |
| [Tremin] says: I'm Tremin. |
| Flit smiles at Cogitatus. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, it's good to see you all again. |
| Dahla grins. "Shaping up to be a good evening. Hello, Flit! How's your shoulder?" |
| [Trinn] says: And you. |
| [Strand] says: Mmmph. The beginning of story night. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I might get edgy if the boar's walk around me.. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Ingarath. |
| [Strand] says: It's all potential. And then people filter in. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Tremin] says: People and pigs. |
| [Strand] says: S'one of the nice parts. |
| Tremin eyes Great Goretusk up and down. |
| Flit fixes her sling, "Much better, Dahla, thanks!"\\ |
| Dahla laughs softly. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not, Strand..." |
| [Tremin] says: You poor thing! What happened? |
| Trinn gives Flit a sympathetic look. "Back on patrol yet?" |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, Cogitatus. Any delights to amaze us tonight? |
| Tremin peers at Flit searchingly. |
| [Dahla] says: "Story night is full of potential. But then... the people show." |
| [Berlshenk] says: Why here of all places? Infested with boars 'n near a graveyard! Sounds like a bleak party... |
| [Cogitatus] says: As a matter of fact, I do, Ingarath. |
| [Flit] says: Well. . . light duty. I get to walk around the city an' give tickets. |
| [Strand] says: The people realize the potential! |
| [Ingarath] says: Hmm, more history than anything, master dwarf. |
| [Trinn] says: Tickets can be fun, I hope. |
| [Strand] says: Like, um, a waterfall. |
| Tremin gives Strand a thumbs up. |
| Dahla laughs softly. "If you say so." |
| [Tremin] says: Nice one. |
| Berlshenk lies down. |
| Strand explains, with gestures, "First it's a stream. Then it's a waterfall, which is... more dramatic." |
| [Flit] says: Oh, sure! Tickets are alright. Just. . . not as fun as, say, searchin' the canals for the sewer monster. . . |
| Tremin chuckles at Strand. |
| [Trinn] says: We found him. Did you hear that? |
| Trinn claps a hand over her mouth. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Ya still havent gotten that sewer monster yet? |
| [Flit] says: Where didja see him? |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Sewer monster? |
| [Trinn] says: Between the mage district and the park. |
| [Dahla] says: Sewer monster? |
| [Tremin] says: I think that boar is sweet on you Strand. |
| [Dahla] says: I just thought those were stories... |
| [Strand] says: I think he has cousins. |
| You wave at Veras. |
| Flit tugs a notebook out of her sling and takes the pencil from behind her ear. |
| Veras nods to Ingarath |
| Trinn nods at Ingarath. "Big thing. A crocolisk big as a house." |
| Dahla looks up and eyes Veras warily. "Hello, Ver." |
| Nim greets everyone with a hearty hello! |
| Strand waves to Nim. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Veras. |
| [Nim] says: Hi guys! |
| Trinn waves at Nim. |
| Flit nods absently, "Mage district an' park. . . |
| Veras smirks at Dahla |
| Tremin blinks at Trinn. |
| [Veras] says: Hello. |
| [Flit] says: Hi, Nim! |
| Ingarath blinks. "That's a big crocolisk, Trinn..." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Evening, Nim. |
| Cogitatus waves at Nim. |
| [Tremin] says: Thanks. Now I'm never going to sleep again. |
| [Berlshenk] says: They say that the canal connects to an open current around the swamps. Rumors say that someone opened the canal gate 'n let that thing in. |
| You wave at Nim. |
| Veras turns to Nim and gives a wave |
| Strand says cheerfully, "Trinn slew it." |
| [Trinn] says: It was a /huge/ crocolisk. Nim and Strand and I saw it, they can verify. |
| [Ingarath] says: Ah, well, then. |
| [Nim] says: How is everyone? We talkin' bout the monster? |
| Flit half-turns and grins at Nim. |
| [Strand] says: Mmm hmm. |
| [Trinn] says: /We/ slew it. A bunch of us. |
| [Ingarath] says: As long as Trinn gave it a good talking-to. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah. Nim an' I think it ate all the fish in the lake. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, Flit, how are you holding up? |
| Dahla runs a hand through her hair with a chuckle. "I wonder what it eats? Maybe that's why we never see murlocs in the canals..." |
| Tremin shudders. |
| Trinn snorts a laugh, then nods at Veras across the fire. |
| [Trinn] says: Evening, Veras. |
| Flit looks with sudden interest at her boots, "I'm doin' okay." |
| Veras leans back and rests on his palms, he yawns |
| [Tremin] says: Please tell me there is /nothing/ that eats murlocs. |
| [Veras] says: Eve. |
| [Ingarath] says: Of course there is. |
| [Flit] says: Bigger murlocs? |
| [Ingarath] says: Why, I've seen ogres eat murlocs, when they're hungry enough. |
| [Trinn] says: Something has to eat murlocs. |
| Berlshenk takes a flask out from his opens it. He sips it twice, closes the lid and tucks it away into his hood. |
| [Strand] says: And... |
| Veras shrugs |
| [Nim] says: Oozes prolly eat murlocs. Those things eat everythin'. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yeah, *I* eat the murlocs. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Tremin] says: An ooze eating a--- Oh thank you for THOSE nightmares. |
| Ingarath mumbles, "And Grilled Murloc is...." but then trails off. |
| [Flit] says: Ewwww. . . . |
| [Veras] says: Well Murlocs sure do reproduce fast enough, there are millions everywhere, doesn't compliment their natural preditors much though. |
| [Cogitatus] says: After I cook them! |
| Nim looks to Cogitatus and makes a face. |
| [Dahla] says: Melgarn likes murloc fin stew. |
| [Nim] says: Thas gross. |
| [Strand] says: I was going to say. Arrish has fed me murloc fin stew. |
| Ingarath laughs. "All cats do." |
| [Tremin] says: Light. That girl would make food out of anything. |
| [Tremin] says: Blackmouth ice cream and Satyr Horn Souffle. |
| Flit crinkles her nose. |
| [Trinn] says: Satyr horn... |
| Veras frowns at Tremin |
| [Veras] says: Those don't sound very edible. |
| Dahla grimaces. "Fish ice cream?" |
| Cogitatus chuckles in response to Veras. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Anyone hungry? I got some barbequed buzzard wings from yesterday. They're still hot too. |
| [Trinn] says: Still hot from yesterday? |
| [Tremin] says: She made ice cream out of white roses once. I bear witness. |
| [Trinn] says: That's...ew. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh, that reminds me, I brought [Hot Wolf Ribs] and [Jungle Stew]. |
| Veras glances at Berlshenk |
| [Berlshenk] says: What? It means it's still fresh! |
| [Ingarath] says: Cogitatus, how about some ribs? |
| [Veras] says: I think normal food has gone out of fashion or something. |
| [Tremin] says: I'll eat if someone's handing out food! |
| Tremin raises his hand in the air. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Nothin's normal these days! What're ya talkin about? |
| [Veras] says: I mean, you know, Corn....beef....maybe a tomato. |
| Tremin thanks Cogitatus. |
| [Trinn] says: Vegetables, aye. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Tremin. |
| [Trinn] says: Something that didn't have to die. |
| Tremin chows down |
| [Nim] says: I brought some corn dogs... but they need heatin' up... |
| [Trinn] says: And...I know the logic of that is bad, and I don't want to hear about it. |
| [Berlshenk] says: It's there, it's just probably in some wierd form or shape. |
| [Flit] says: We had "local vegetation" one night in the mess hall. . . does that count as normal? |
| Ingarath grins at Trinn. |
| [Tremin] says: I'll eat most things that don't move, and a few that do. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| Trinn grins back. |
| Veras looks to Trinn and frowns, he opens his mouth to retort then shuts it again, his nose wrinkles |
| Dahla makes a face. "You just eat those bland hard biscuits you keep foisting on me, Veras." |
| [Nim] says: That sounds gross... |
| [Veras] says: No fun. |
| Veras looks to Dahla and shrugs |
| You wave at Sassandra. |
| [Veras] says: Better than bugs and squirrels. |
| [Nim] says: Does Stormwind even HAVE a lotta vegetation? Just th'park... |
| [Tremin] says: You really shouldn't foist your biscuits on a lady. |
| [Tremin] says: It's not nice. |
| You laugh at Tremin. |
| Veras looks to Nim and smiles |
| [Veras] says: Imported. |
| Tremin winks slyly at you. |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, I dunno what qualified it as local. . . |
| [Trinn] says: Westfall still has some garden plots. Hidden. But there. |
| Sassandra looks over to Ingarath and waves back. |
| Cogitatus chuckles in resposne to Tremin. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mental note to self. Don't .... foist biscuits on ladies. |
| [Veras] says: We import most greens. |
| You wave at Potar. |
| Trinn smiles at Potar. |
| Potar nods to everyone and seats himself. |
| [Flit] says: Where do they come from? |
| Nim waves at Potar. |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Potar! |
| Veras looks to Flit |
| [Tremin] says: Now there's a man who knows how to dress! |
| Dahla smiles at Potar. "Good evening!" |
| Tremin grins wickedly at Potar. |
| [Dahla] says: The man in green. |
| Flit waves at Potar. |
| [Potar] says: Good evening, friends. |
| [Veras] says: Some are in Elwynn, some are from Westfall, Southshore has many farms. |
| Ingarath looks up. "Well...I'll be damned." |
| Tremin leans back comfortably against the still-warm dead boar. |
| Trinn grins. "Kaen." |
| [Veras] says: I head Strangthorn has *some* edible greens. |
| Nim waves at Kaen. |
| Potar salutes Kaen with respect. |
| You grin wickedly at Kaen. |
| Tremin salutes Kaen with respect. |
| [Ingarath] says: Welcome back. |
| [Trinn] says: Oh, gods, don't salute him. |
| Kaen looks to Ingarath, smiling wide. "Bloody hells, man." |
| [Veras] says: Not to mention all of the Forests in Silverwing. |
| [Tremin] says: Evening, Sergeant. |
| [Flit] says: I dunno if I'd wanna eat greens from Stranglethorn. . . |
| Dahla smiles and waves at Kaen. "Now we can have real food. Turkey." |
| [Trinn] says: You'll never hear the end of it. |
| Veras shrugs at Flit. Who knows? |
| [Veras] says: As long as it doesn't kill you, eh? |
| [Ingarath] says: You keep appearing, I'll start thinking you having culture is a regular thing... |
| [Nim] says: I heard deep in Stranglethorn, there are plants that'll eat ya. |
| You laugh at Kaen. |
| [Ingarath] says: It's good to see you, truly. |
| [Tremin] says: That's absolutely true, Nim. |
| Sassandra leans over and whispers in Cogitatus' ear. |
| Kaen closes the gap between himself and Ingarath, and hugs him tightly. "It's been a long while." |
| [Tremin] says: I was eaten by one just today. |
| [Strand] says: I haven't seen those yet. |
| [Flit] says: There are? |
| [Tremin] says: I was eaten by three of them, in fact. |
| Ingarath returns the bear hug. "That it has." |
| [Tremin] says: They shared. |
| [Tremin] says: Very sociable plants. |
| Veras glances between Kaen and Ingarath, he removes his flask and unscrews it |
| Nim looks at Tremin oddly. |
| [Kaen] says: I have a story to tell, tonight. |
| Flit rolls her eyes. "They spit you back out, huh?" |
| [Ingarath] says: Oh! |
| Tremin nods gravely. |
| [Ingarath] says: My, I don't think I've heard a Torrind story in...well. |
| [Tremin] says: Yes, apparently I taste like feet. |
| [Ingarath] says: It's been quite a long time indeed. |
| [Nim] says: Mebbe they were on a diet. |
| Trinn glances over at Tremin. "Feet?" |
| Nim grins to Tremin. |
| [Kaen] says: Not a story, actually... |
| Strand looks up curiously. "Anything like Mellor stories?" |
| [Kaen] says: A song. |
| Kaen smiles. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. "You expect Kaen to tell *Mellor* type stories?" |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Veras glances at Strand |
| Kaen rolls his eyes. |
| [Strand] says: I try not to predict. |
| [Trinn] says: Kaen, you've a grand voice. Glad to hear it. |
| Trinn smiles at Kaen. |
| Tremin blinks at Nim. |
| Thessaly claps excitedly for Nim. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, have a seat, mind the goretusks. |
| [Strand] says: Should we expand this circle a tad? |
| [Berlshenk] says: Before we start, lemme eat the leftovers.. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| Kaen grins at Trinn. "Mayhaps I do. Not sure yet. |
| You wave at Azsharien. |
| Trinn laughs. |
| [Veras] says: You know, I have always been meaning to ask, Mellor stories, they keep proving him everything but clever, I assume this is on purpose? |
| [Tremin] says: Seems to be plenty of room thus far. |
| Kaen takes a seat next to Dahla, smiling lightly. |
| [Tremin] says: But it's more of an egg than a circle. |
| Trinn looks at Veras, shocked. "Veras! Let Mellor be!" |
| [Nim] says: He's pretty clever though. I mean, he talks and everythin'. |
| [Nim] says: That's really clever fer a mouse. |
| Veras looks to Trinn and shrugs |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Veras] says: Just a question. |
| Strand looks perplexed. "He's the cleverest field mouse." |
| [Dahla] says: He must be awfully clever to have landed Mrs. Mellor. |
| [Trinn] says: The absolute /cleverest/. |
| Ingarath grins at Veras. |
| Veras rolls his eyes at the expected answer |
| [Flit] says: Yeah, he's astonishin'ly clever for a mouse, Mr. Veras. . . I dunno any mice myself, who ever built a net. . . |
| Berlshenk rummages through his backpack and takes a tin box out. Once he opens it, steam begins to rush out quickly. He takes a buzzard wing out from the box and bites into it. |
| Tremin winks slyly at Thessaly. |
| Dahla nudges Kaen in the ribs. "Sometimes clever people just manage to do stupid things. Repeatedly." |
| [Veras] says: Yes, but if you notice it is 'cleverest' not cle-... you know, not worth it. |
| Kaen looks to Berl. "Berlshenk!? Is that you?" |
| [Trinn] says: Veras. |
| Trinn shakes her head sadly. |
| [Veras] says: You all probably know what I am eluding to anyway. |
| Berlshenk glances to Kaen. "Eh?" |
| Veras shrugs slightly and yawns |
| Thessaly wishes everyone a good night. |
| Veras glances at Trinn |
| [Veras] says: Mmmm? |
| [Flit] says: Well, /do/ you know of a more clever field mouse, Mr. Veras? |
| Veras tilts his head |
| Berlshenk begins to quickly eat the remaining buzzard wings. |
| Kaen tilts his head. "I don't suppose you remember me, aye?" |
| Veras looks back to Flit |
| [Trinn] says: Mystery, Veras. It's allowed. Don't need to pry everything to bits. |
| Sassandra smiles brightly at Cogitatus, keeping her head bowed. |
| Berlshenk ,with a mouth fill, shakes his head up and down. |
| Tremin peers at Rabbit searchingly. |
| [Veras] says: I didn't say he wasn't the cleverest field mouse, but thats like the smartest rock. |
| Flit giggles at Veras. |
| [Veras] says: I.... bah. |
| Trinn holds a finger to her mouth. "Mellor. Cleverest." |
| Veras looks to Trinn and winkles his nose |
| Kaen grins. "How've you been, lad?" |
| Tremin chuckles. |
| You laugh. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( I'm going to be semi-AFK. Still reading, but can't type for a while. )) |
| [Flit] says: But his title is secure, nonetheless! |
| Berlshenk begins to talk with a buzzard wing hanging in his mouth. "Goof." |
| Nim nods emphatically to Flit's statement. |
| Flit beams. |
| Strand chews on his lower lip diligently. |
| [Veras] says: I guess I just tend to enjoy stating the obvious. |
| Veras shrugs slightly |
| [Ingarath] says: Mmm. |
| [Trinn] says: Mm, noticed that. |
| Tremin suddenly dozes off in a sitting position for no obvious reason. |
| Trinn thwacks Tremin on the shoulder. |
| [Veras] says: As I said, it was just bugging me, most stories from my youth were moral based. |
| [Flit] says: 'S alright. Now an' then it's a good idea t'remember the obvious. . . it gets overlooked a lot. |
| [Veras] says: So I almsot always hunt for the 'deeper meaning'. It's a bit of a short fall. |
| Dahla nods sagely. "The Great Golden Ape is rife with morality." |
| Trinn glances at Veras, obviously surprised. "Morality-based?" |
| Berlshenk takes a rag from under his belt and wipes his hands with it. He closes the tin box and puts it into his backpack, then takes the rag and tucks it under his belt again. He wipes the cumbs off of his mouth, then buckles his backpack. |
| Veras nods to Trinn |
| [Trinn] says: I won't ask who defined morality in that case. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Oh boy... |
| [Veras] says: Maybe not moral's you would *agree* with, but nothing too horrible, I promise. |
| Berlshenk rubs his stomach softly. |
| Sassandra looks over to Nim and Flit, entertained by the squirrel's activities. |
| Trinn wrinkles her nose at Veras. "I know your paternal instincts. Not sure I'd agree." |
| Kaen smirks. "Veras, I', quite curious, I wish to hear one of these stories." |
| [Veras] says: Ahhh, my Father didn't tell stories. |
| Strand looks sympathetic. "I'm sorry." |
| Veras glances to Strand and raises an eyebrow |
| Arilyna bows down graciously. |
| Berlshenk lets a loud, thundering belch out. "Eh... 'scuse me." |
| [Trinn] says: Aye, Veras. Explains much. |
| Veras looks back to Trinn and rolls his eyes |
| Strand waves to Arilyna. |
| Potar nods ro Arilyna. |
| [Veras] says: Truth is often odder than fiction. |
| Dahla shakes her head with a fond smile. |
| Trinn starts to comment, then shakes her head. "Too easy. Unworthy." |
| Veras raises his other eyebrow |
| Kaen tilts his head at Veras, a wry smirk on his face, his words ring with a deeper meaning. "Ain't that the truth, Veras." |
| [Veras] says: I have been called many things, unworthy is not often amoung them |
| Veras 's tone is light and joking |
| [Nim] says: Where is everyone t'night? |
| Potar removes a book from his pack; the same ages book he had been reading here the past few weeks. He opens it, and thumbs through the fairly brittle pages. |
| Trinn smiles back at Veras. "Depends on who you ask." |
| [Trinn] says: Don't know, Nim. |
| Ingarath shrugs at Nim. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Probably gettin chased by some plainstrider. |
| Flit looks around the circle. |
| Veras shrugs slightly and lets his eyes wander |
| Azsharien hooks his arms around his knees, lacing his fingers together as he watches the gathering before him. |
| Sassandra speaks up finally, asking "Pardon me, but normally, are there more? This seems cozy enough." |
| Trinn smiles at Sassandra. |
| [Ingarath] says: It varies, really. |
| [Nim] says: Normally th'circle is like, twice as big. |
| [Trinn] says: Quality matters. We seem to have much of that. |
| [Flit] says: Prolly everyone will show up once we get started. |
| Kaen chuckles. "I think I scared 'em all away |
| [Strand] says: Well, we sit further apart. |
| Veras glances at Sassandra and opens his mouth, but everyone else said what he was going to , so he closes it again. |
| Sassandra looks up at the sky. "Maybe the moon or the tides affect the turnout. Or whoever's stomach is grumbling." |
| [Nim] says: People are NEVER on time t'these things anyway. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Dahla] says: We've managed almost a circular circle tonight, too. I think we're doing well. |
| [Sassandra] says: Never on time? Seems a bit rude. But then, I believe I was also late. |
| Strand says sadly, "No fire." |
| [Nim] says: S'more of an egg shape if y'ask me... |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, miss, it's just how it works. This is a bit out of the way for some people, I imagine. |
| [Sassandra] says: Oh, I can move it we need to make a better circle. |
| [Sassandra] says: Reminds me of the shape cookies come out. |
| [Trinn] says: Ahh, no worries. Relax and enjoy the evening. |
| [Sassandra] says: Not quite round, usually... a bit wobbly and roundish. |
| Berlshenk unbuckles his backpack and rummages through it. He takes a brown leather book out and lays it on the ground. He opens it, flips the pages for a minute or so, then stops at a particular point. He takes the writing tool from inside and begins to write. |
| [Flit] says: 'S not really a geometry test. . . |
| [Ingarath] says: Yes, but we all do enjoy the results. |
| Trinn laughs at Flit. |
| Ingarath grins at Sassandra. |
| [Sassandra] says: As long as you take them out of the oven in time, of course.... that's key! |
| Flit smiles at Sassandra. |
| Strand winces. |
| Nim nods at Sassandra. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm, indeed...I'm not always so good at remembering that step. |
| Kaen lays down, arms folded behinf his head, eyes closed. He let's the words and the company wash over him. |
| [Nim] says: Nothin's worse than burnt cookies. |
| Ingarath blinks, realizing what he has just alluded to. |
| Kaen lies down. |
| Trinn grins over at Ingarath. |
| Veras glances at Ingarath for a second, he arches an eyebrow |
| Dahla eyes Ingarath with a grin. "You bake?" |
| [Veras] says: Lots of free time? |
| [Trinn] says: Well, Ingarath. That's lovely. |
| [Sassandra] says: A burnt... cookie? Well. I can think of worse things. |
| Ingarath looks somewhat archly at Veras, and then to Dahla. "I've been known to...bake, yes." |
| [Ingarath] says: What can I say? Goblins like cookies. |
| [Sassandra] says: Like the wrong ingredients. |
| [Trinn] says: Baking's a fine skill, which I reek at. You'll have to give me pointers. |
| Kaen raises his head. "He's quite good!" |
| [Sassandra] says: You go off a little... and there can be disastrous results. |
| Sassandra nods sagely. |
| Dahla grins quietly. "How... domestic." |
| [Strand] says: You're fine, Trinn. They didn't know what they were talking about. |
| Kaen nudges Dah;a. "Don't poke fun." |
| [Trinn] says: Well, Strand. You weren't exactly complimentary of the pie-- |
| Ingarath nudges Dahla as well. |
| Trinn trails off. |
| Strand looks staunch. |
| [Strand] says: I was misled. |
| [Trinn] says: It wasn't the /worst/ pie. |
| Dahla looks a bit squished between the dual nudgings. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| You wave at Mariand. |
| Trinn smiles at Ferrah. |
| [Mariand] says: any one want to play ball |
| Veras settles back and lets his eyes wander |
| [Ingarath] says: Maybe later? |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Hey! |
| Berlshenk looks around. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, perhaps we should get started. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Ah... damn it... where's pen? |
| [Nim] says: Sounds like a good idea! |
| [Flit] says: You want to borrow one, mister? I have three. |
| Nim waves at Ferrah. |
| Trinn looks at the sad fire-free space in the circle. "Suppose I could buy flint." |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, good evening everyone, and welcome to another story night. |
| [Strand] says: Was thinking that. |
| Kaen grunts. "wha...?" |
| Berlshenk puts the writing tool inside the book and closes it. He tosses it into his backpack and buckles the strap. |
| Trinn says quietly, "Be right back." |
| [Ingarath] says: And yes, it isn't really the same without a fire, is it...? |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I can make the fire if ya want. |
| Trinn hears the dwarf, and slides off the horse. |
| [Ingarath] says: Please. |
| [Flit] says: Could you? |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Trinn] says: Fine, fine. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hot! |
| [Berlshenk] says: ((Whoops >_< )) |
| Ingarath backs up. |
| [Ingarath] says: Yow. |
| [Ingarath] says: Anyways. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk smirks lightly. |
| [Mariand] says: can i hang with yall |
| [Ingarath] says: For those of you who don't know, I am Ingarath Melforgan, welcome. |
| Strand says cheerfully, "That's why bigger circle -- wait, Tremin's still asleep." |
| Kaen chuckles lightly. "Careful Ingarath, you might burn yerself." |
| [Mariand] says: in mariand |
| [Strand] says: Please, have a seat, miss. |
| Berlshenk glances at Kaen. "Yer right near the base of fire you dolt!" |
| [Mariand] says: ty |
| [Trinn] says: He'll notice when his boots catch on fire. |
| Flit giggles at Trinn. |
| Berlshenk snickers quietly. |
| Kaen raises his head, smirking. "Aye, that I am." |
| [Ingarath] says: Now, as you may know, I had decided that I could no longer host every week, and so I asked for a volunteer - someone who has contributed regularly to the evenings stepped forward. |
| Potar turns to a page in his book and studies it; his lips moving as if memorizing the words upon it. |
| Nim smiles, looking up to Ingarath and listening politely. |
| Kaen sits up, kbees up against his chest, arms laced around them. |
| [Mariand] says: see yall later sry but im going to play b ball |
| [Ingarath] says: Please, allow me to introduce Dahla Winvale. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| Flit beams at Dahla. |
| Ingarath gestures to Dahla, smiling. |
| Strand cheers softly. |
| Berlshenk claps lightly. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| Kaen grins at Dahla. |
| Tremin wakes up with a start. |
| Nim smiles at Dahla. |
| Veras lets his eyes stop on Dahla for a second, then they continue roaming |
| Dahla blushes and waves. "I think most of these folks have seen me once or twice here. And will continue to, I certainly hope." |
| [Ingarath] says: Dahla will host alternate weeks, and I will continue to try to do the rest, and hopefully I will have more to contribute myself as a result. |
| Tremin applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| [Ingarath] says: After all, I cannot allow Kelith to believe he has the last word, No, no, not at all. |
| Trinn claps excitedly. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Ferrah applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Trinn] says: Glad to have both of you. |
| Kaen chuckles, in spite of himself. "Of course not, Ingarath." |
| Veras nods a few times |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, Dahla. I'll....er. Sit down now. First time I've probably done that in...quite a long time. |
| Ingarath smiles softly. |
| Trinn grins over at Ingarath. |
| Sassandra fishes around in a bag for a piece of fresh bread which she begins nibbling on. |
| Dahla grins at Ingarath. "It's small enough I don't think I need to stand, as you can all hear me. Well then, does anyone care to brave the circle and start us off, tonight?" |
| Cogitatus looks contemplative. |
| [Nim] says: but y'gotta stand! S'parta the rules. |
| Ingarath eyes Kaen. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Let's hear yer song Kaen. |
| Berlshenk smiles at Kaen. |
| [Sassandra] says: ... what if you don't have legs? |
| [Trinn] says: Kaen has legs. |
| [Trinn] says: Come on, pirate. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I'm just short. |
| Cogitatus glances askance at Sassandra. |
| [Ingarath] says: Then, the wonders of gnomish engineering shall aid you in that need. |
| Kaen starts. "Bloody hells, I haven't spoken here at all in ages and you want me jumping up singing already?' |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Dahla] says: Absolutely. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Kaen. |
| Berlshenk smiles at Kaen and nods energetically. |
| [Trinn] says: You've the ego to carry it off. Come /on/. |
| Trinn grins wickedly at Kaen. |
| Kaen smirks at Ingarath. "I thought you wanted me BACK every wink." |
| Kaen winks playfully. |
| [Dahla] says: That way, if your voice is awful, everyone else will know theirs will be excellent by comparison. |
| You laugh at Dahla. |
| [Trinn] says: It's a win-win situation, in fact. |
| Nim grins at Dahla. |
| Cogitatus gapes at Dahla in mock astonishment. |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| [Cogitatus] says: That's really encouraging of the man, Dahla. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Veras sneezes |
| Tremin squirms. |
| Kaen takes his time standing up, it seems he's doing so on purpose. |
| Dahla winks at Cogitatus. "I just want to make sure his ego is small enough to fit IN the circle this week." |
| Sassandra appears to be making mental notes on the crowd's names as faces as best she can. |
| Berlshenk claps for Kaen. |
| [Kaen] says: Bloody hells. You sure you want me to start things off? I've a depressing song, after all... |
| [Nim] says: Well, SOMEONES gotta start. |
| Tremin cheers at Kaen! |
| Kaen shrugs. "Fine by me." |
| [Trinn] says: Come on, Kaen. |
| Berlshenk adjusts his position. |
| [Flit] says: 'S okay as long as it isn't a BAD depressing song. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Kaen. |
| Nim nods. |
| Kaen taps his chin. "Well, as some of you may already know, I was born in the city of Quel'Thalas. |
| Veras looks to Kaen and seems a bit surprsied |
| [Sassandra] says: Sounds like a long trek! |
| [Kaen] says: I will not go through my history there, it is not only long, but a mite personal. |
| Cogitatus sets a new campfire. |
| Kaen chuckles. "Anyhow, by some show of incredible luck, I ended up leaving that city not 1 day before the Scourge hammerd themselves against the city walls..." |
| Berlshenk scoots back a bit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Lucky, indeed. |
| Trinn has invited you to join a group. |
| [Nim] says: Thas real lucky. |
| Berlshenk nods agreeingly. |
| Mariand waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Flit nods. |
| [Kaen] says: Now, the terms on which I left were not the best, however. I wasn't kicked out of the city, however...it was not safe for me there, anymore. |
| Strand listens curiously. |
| You listen intently to Kaen. |
| Potar nods knowingly. |
| Cogitatus listens attentively. |
| [Kaen] says: I wandered the forests outside of the city, and I happened to stumble by a large group of High Elves, leaving the city...all women and children. All those who were not able to fight. |
| Tremin frowns slightly. |
| Nim gets himself comfortable, listening to the story. |
| Trinn watches Kaen, expression solemn. |
| Kaen shakes his head, remembering the time. "I was a pathetic, furtive thing then. I followed the camp for a few hours, listened in on their conversations. I eventually learned of what happened..." |
| Kaen scratches his head, sighing a bit. "They stopped, after a while, and turned to face the great city, Quel'Thalas. Their homeland for thousands of years." |
| Kaen smiles sadly. "It's towers thrusted into the skies in blues and whites...it was truly a beautiful place." |
| Tremin looks suddenly thoughtful. |
| Kaen looks to the ground a moment. "Then they began to sing. A song traditionally sung by the soldiers, when battle was approaching...especially when they knew they would die, that day." |
| Dahla listens, solemn. |
| Flit stares at the fire. |
| [Kaen] says: The song was meant to be sung as a powerful motivator. Strong voices, ready to die for what they believed in... |
| Strand nods to himself. |
| Azsharien sighs softly as he glances between Kaen and the fire, fingers laced together infront of his knees. |
| [Kaen] says: All I heard was a haunting sadness. Ages of pain... |
| Berlshenk begins to gaze at his hands deeply. |
| Tremin peers at Kaen searchingly. |
| [Kaen] says: I have taken it upon myself to translate what little I remember of Quel'Thalayan lore into common...I started with this song, for this is somethign I will never, ever forget. |
| Sassandra wraps up the remainder of her dinner in a napkin and listens quietly. |
| [Kaen] says: I will first sing the song as it is supposed to be sung...in common. A song of men who knew it was their time to die. Who knew what they believed in, and fought for it. |
| [Kaen] says: Then, I will sing for you what I heard, in the Quel'dorei tongue. |
| Kaen clears his throat. His voice starts low and slow; proud. |
| [Kaen] says: Blow the horn, bang the drum! Their are enemies abound! |
| [Kaen] says: Lose yourself in the melodious thrum, the cry of your people, around. |
| [Kaen] says: Make your way through din and mud, Show your enemies your eternal will. |
| [Kaen] says: We will march to shed our blood, For the Glaive and Shield! |
| Kaen 's voice grows stronger, a man filled with deep pride for his heritage. |
| [Kaen] says: A legacy of 10,000 years, We shall never yield. |
| [Kaen] says: Let our might be unified, by the clash of Glaive and Shield! |
| Nim didn't stand or walk. |
| Kaen 's voice grows stronger still, his morale lifting. |
| [Kaen] says: For our people, without though we'd give our lives. We are bark with more then bite! |
| Potar looks up from his book and gives a sad smile to Kaen. |
| [Kaen] says: Know that we do not fight to survive, but fight for what is right! |
| [Kaen] says: For our home, for Quel'Thalas, The eternal city we stand. |
| [Kaen] says: Under her beauty we shall amass, Together we will band! |
| Kaen returns to the chorus, his voice lifted. |
| [Kaen] says: A legacy of 10,000 years, we shall never yield. |
| [Kaen] says: Let our might be unified, but the clash of Glaive and Shield! |
| Kaen grows louder still, as if a battle actually awaits him on the horizon. He looks ready for it. |
| [Kaen] says: Bare your weapons, steel yourselves, Through flesh and bone we rend! |
| [Kaen] says: Though this battle may take our lives, We will fight to our bitter ends! |
| Kaen begins to gesture wildly. |
| Potar lets his imagination wander, getting a picture of what it was like in the last days of Quel'Thalas. |
| [Kaen] says: So arm yourselves, stand tall and true! Though your end may be nigh. |
| [Kaen] says: For your people, your land and your home. It is for THEM you fight! |
| [Kaen] says: A legacy of 10,000 years, We shall never yield. Let our might be unified, By the clash of glaive and shield! |
| Kaen 's voice lowers now. To solemn determination. |
| [Kaen] says: Our hearts grow cold, our blood goes still, The time has come; now we die, or fight! |
| Tremin eyes Azsharien up and down. |
| [Kaen] says: Charge into battle, show them your resolve! Give them a taste of Quel'dorei might! |
| [Kaen] says: The battle thunders through the land, Fight for you life! Let them here our battlecry! |
| [Kaen] says: Those of our blood... |
| [Kaen] says: Thos of my blood... |
| [Kaen] says: For you people, your land... |
| [Kaen] says: We die. |
| Kaen lowers his head, singing through the chorus once more. |
| [Kaen] says: A legacy of 10,000 years, we shell never yield. |
| [Kaen] says: Let our might be unified. For the Glaive and Shield, we Die. |
| Kaen sighs deeply, nodding his head. |
| Tremin applauds at Kaen. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus applauds at Kaen. Bravo! |
| Flit claps excitedly for Kaen. |
| Tremin cheers at Kaen! |
| Veras nods slightly to Kaen |
| Strand claps excitedly for Kaen. |
| Ingarath sighs. |
| Berlshenk applauds. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Kaen. |
| Trinn applauds at Kaen. Bravo! |
| [Tremin] says: Esarus thar no'Darador! |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Kaen. |
| You clap excitedly for Kaen. |
| Ferrah applauds at Kaen. Bravo! |
| [Trinn] says: Well done, pirate. |
| [Veras] says: You do Sunstrider proud. |
| Dahla applauds with a sad smile. "Beautiful." |
| Potar smiles at Kaen. "Well sung." |
| [Kaen] says: However... |
| [Kaen] says: I heard something far different... |
| [Kaen] says: I heard women, mourning the loss of their loved ones. Mourning the loss of their home, down on their knees... |
| Tremin coughs. |
| Nim frowns. |
| Kaen sings through the song once more, though this time in a far more haunting manner. The beautiful language echoing through the field as he gos through ups and down with the song. A sad song. A mournful song. |
| Suenya lies down before Lauryl. |
| Strand glances over to the cat, and grins to himself. |
| Lauryl pats &t gently. |
| Cogitatus also quietly grins while looking at the large cat. |
| Kaen falls to his knees. "The added...they added their own amendment to the end..." |
| Tremin ponders. |
| Suenya stretches her paws out in front of her and yawns softly. |
| [Kaen] says: Tears streemed down their face as they sang, and wished... |
| Kaen looks to the ground. "May their deaths be complete...may their corpses lie still." |
| Tremin 's eyes narrow. |
| Cogitatus nods solemnly. |
| Potar nods solemnly, looking down at his book with a blank stare. |
| [Kaen] says: And...as they finished their words, they stood up and left...walking off towards refuge...wherever they found it. |
| Tremin leans his chin on his hand and broods. |
| Ingarath sighs softly, frowning, his eyes unfocused. |
| [Kaen] says: I ask now that you take a moment to remember the noble souls that fought for what they believed in. Who fought for their own loves...and the lives of those they loved. |
| Veras frowns slightly, as he rests back on the palms of his hands |
| [Kaen] says: Those souls that never truly had the chance to die...never had the chance to rest. |
| Cogitatus closes his eyes and bows his head for a moment. |
| Berlshenk shuts his eyes and begins to mumble something. |
| Kaen lowers his head for a moment, before offering a sullen "Thank you." |
| Strand is quiet for a long moment. |
| Nim looks down, frowning and kicking at the dirt a little. |
| Berlshenk opens his eyes and gazes at the crowd slowly. |
| Cogitatus lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Flit studies her boots. |
| Veras sneezes |
| Tremin stares into the fire. |
| [Veras] says: I'll be right back. |
| [Nim] says: Me too, for a completely unrelated reason! |
| [Flit] says: An' me! |
| Sassandra awakens from a bit of a reverie, and begins clapping for Kaen. But as no one else responds, she stops and looks awkwardly around the circle. |
| Tremin blinks. |
| Strand looks speculatively after Nim and Flit. |
| Tremin watches the mass exodus. |
| Cogitatus arches an eyebrow at Veras and Nim. |
| Ingarath frowns, still thinking about Kaen's words. |
| Trinn looks distastefully over at the portal. |
| [Tremin] says: Wow, and I thought I could clear a room. |
| Kaen smiles and shakes his head in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Y'see? I told you I shouldn't a went first. I scared 'em off." |
| Dahla looks around the circle with a quiet smile. "Kaen, thank you so much for that. I think you've touched everyone, here." |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Kaen. |
| [Sassandra] says: It's still worthy of appreciation, I think. |
| [Nyidi] says: Pardon me for intruding, but is this a private gathering? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Agreed. |
| Tremin nods. |
| Trinn says softly, "Well done." |
| [Strand] says: Not in the least. |
| [Tremin] says: No, it's story night. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Not at all. Please, join us. |
| Dahla looks up with a smile. "Please find a seat." |
| [Tremin] says: Stay and listen! |
| You wave at Ysande. |
| [Cogitatus] says: All are welcome to Story Night. |
| Suenya lies down. |
| Nim shoos Suenya away. Be gone pest! |
| [Dahla] says: And on that note, who would like to go next? |
| [Nim] says: I was sittin' there! Th'cat stole my seat! |
| Suenya meows loudly at Nim. |
| Cogitatus clears his throat as he thinks of volunteering. |
| Flit peers at the giant kitty next to her. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| You beckon Ysande over. |
| Nim smiles at Flit. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, I haven't much of a story, but I can try. |
| Flit smiles at Nim. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Trinn smiles at Cogitatus. |
| Suenya purrs softly. |
| Dahla smiles warmly at Cogitatus. "Please!" |
| Cogitatus walks to the center of the circle, and sets on the ground a Darkmoon Storage Box. |
| [Tremin] says: Uh oh. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| Tremin frowns warily. |
| Berlshenk looks at the box and cocks an eyebrow. |
| [Cogitatus] says: What? Uh-oh what? It's just a box. |
| [Tremin] says: Oh. |
| [Strand] says: It's just a beer. |
| Tremin still peers at it suspiciously. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Ingarath] says: Nothing from Darkmoon is ever "just" anything. |
| [Tremin] says: Agreed. |
| [Periwink] says: Could you pray me stamina for my hunting? |
| Tremin nods at you. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, it's a rather large box, which is why I went to the trouble of getting it. |
| Tremin smiles at Periwink. |
| Periwink kneels down. |
| [Sassandra] says: Are you sure what's in the box? |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...which happens to be the story I'm going to tell this evening. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Kaen tilts his head curiously. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes. What I put in it. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'm not sure if the Faire is still open In Elwynn, but when it was, you could get various prizes if you had Faire Tickets. |
| [Nim] says: It's not. |
| [Cogitatus] says: This box, was one of the prizes. Now, it's a large box, and I'm a pack rat, so it appealed to me. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Kaen smirks. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Getting Faire Tickets, however, was the problem. |
| Periwink thanks Dahla. |
| Arahshiel gently pats Suenya. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, the Darkmoon staff are interested in various things and will give you Faire tickets for those things. ...and the things they're interested in vary quite a bit. |
| [Tremin] says: I just love stories with props! |
| Cogitatus laughs at Tremin. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, I'm glad I could accomodate you, sir. |
| Tremin grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Tremin. |
| Suenya bats at Mechanical Squirrel. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, one of the things the Darkmoon Faire was interested in were soft bushy tails from wolves. |
| Nim nudges Suenya. "Dun do that!" |
| Strand squeezes Trinn's hand, listening with interest. |
| Suenya meows loudly at Nim. |
| Suenya bats Mechanical Squirrel harder. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Apparently, they use the tails to attach to sticks or something to make trinkets to give out to visitors. |
| Flit glances over to see what the cat is doing, and winces. |
| Nim nudges the cat again, harder. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Some such thing. I wasn't really paying attention to why they needed the tails. |
| Suenya looks over at Nim disdainfully and slowly raises herself to her paws. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyway, they were willing to trade 8 tickets for each set of 5 tails. |
| Suenya lies down before Nim. |
| Nim leans over and grabs his mechanical squirrel, moving it out of reach of Suenya. |
| [Cogitatus] says: For the Darkmoon Storage Box, I needed 50 tickets. |
| Sassandra mutters something about "wolf's tail stew" under her breath. |
| Flit looks pained. |
| Arahshiel gently strokes the cat behind the ears and along its spine. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, I had to get 7 sets of tails. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, here's the catch. |
| [Cogitatus] says: They don't want the tails off of just *any* wolves. They want the tails off of wolves from either Desolace or the Badlands. |
| Ferrah waves at Synfull. |
| Synfull smiles at Ferrah. |
| [Cogitatus] says: *Don't* ask me why they're so picky. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Tremin smirks slyly at Cogitatus. |
| You listen intently to Cogitatus. |
| Nim glances over at Flit, then back down at his squirrel. Realizing something, he fishes out a remote and pushes a button on it, sending the squirrel scampering off. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyway, Jorii and I went adventuring in the Badlands to get tails. Some of you have seen Jorii, he's been here at Story Night, but couldn't make it this evening. |
| Flit smiles fleetingly at Nim. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Now, it sounds simple, at first. Kill wolf, cut off tail. Right? |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Suenya cuddles up against Lauryl. |
| Cogitatus looks around for a moment before continuing. |
| Nim gives Flit an apologetic smile. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, wrong. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: It turns out that we often wound up killing the wolves in such a way that the tails turned out useless. |
| Berlshenk mutters quietly to himself: |
| Kaen snickers, in spite of himself. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Some of the tails were badly matted with blood. Some were blown apart or badly singed by my fireblast spells. Things like that. |
| Berlshenk :"Burn laddie burn..." |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, for every 4 wolves we killed, we maybe got 1 tail. |
| Dahla shakes her head with a rueful smile. "Oh dear." |
| Tremin chuckles at Cogitatus. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| [Tremin] says: Where are those mutant three-tailed wolves when you need them. |
| [Cogitatus] says: ...and of course, Jorii is my friend, so I wouldn't ask his assistance without going to the same effort for him. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Tremin. |
| Suenya giggles at Tremin. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Gnom.... |
| Cogitatus suddenly bites his tounge and glances at Flit and Nim, realizing that he nearly offended them. |
| Tremin sighs at Cogitatus. |
| Flit smiles impishly back. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyway.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, we had to get enough tails for the two of us. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Jorii had some feathers that the Faire was also interested in, so we needed 35 tails for me and 25 for him. |
| Dahla blinks. "The wolf population must have been decimated." |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Cogitatus] says: So, there we were, in the Badlands... hot, dusty, dry.... |
| Nim nods along, listening to the story. |
| [Cogitatus] says: For five hours. Killing wolves. |
| Kaen grunts once more for seemingly no reason, and quickly tries to mask it by turning it onto an agreeable sound, and nods it off, averting his eyes. |
| Sassandra makes a subtle gesture towards where a fire should likely be placed. |
| Cogitatus sets a new fire while telling his story. |
| [Cogitatus] says: But, we eventually managed it, and got the tails we needed. |
| [Cogitatus] says: But, I have to tell you.... |
| Elaran greets everyone warmly. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I got much more useable meat for cooking then I got useable tails. |
| Flit waves at Elaran. |
| Berlshenk waves slightly to Elaran, not making a sound. |
| Elaran looks around carefully... |
| Arahshiel smiles at Elaran. |
| Strand waves at Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Which brings me to my next question.... |
| Cogitatus opens the box, reveals [Hot Wolf Ribs] inside and asks.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: Who wants dinner? |
| Tremin cheers at Cogitatus! |
| You laugh at Cogitatus. |
| Tremin raises his hand in the air. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| Flit smiles. |
| Veras rolls his eyes |
| Berlshenk rubs his stomach. "Already ate." |
| Nim grins wickedly at Cogitatus. |
| Ingarath also raises his hand, having not had enough of the ribs earlier. |
| [Veras] says: Somehow I expected that. |
| [Tremin] says: I already ate too! Feed me! |
| Dahla laughs and applauds. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Tremin. |
| Potar chuckles softly. |
| Kaen chuckles lightly. |
| Tremin looks big enough to eat for about three people. |
| Sassandra smiles at Cogitatus and raises her hand as well. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Don't be shy. I have enough to feed the Crimson Hounds *and* the First Anvilmar for quite a while. |
| Nim waves at Elaran. |
| Elaran smiles at Nim. |
| You smile at Elaran. |
| Elaran winks slyly at you. |
| Kaen smiles up to Cogitatus. "I'll have some, lad." |
| [Cogitatus] says: I also have [Jungle Stew], but that's not as interesting a story to go with it. |
| [Tremin] says: If you've got any extras once the others have eaten, then me, me me. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Kaen. |
| Trinn grins at Tremin. |
| [Elaran] says: How can a Stew from the jungle not have an interesting story? |
| You grin wickedly at Elaran. |
| Sassandra wraps up the ribs in another napkin. "These are a bit messy for polite company. Mayhaps later..." |
| [Tremin] says: Maybe it's just a name. |
| [Tremin] says: And it's really just gruel. |
| Elaran bonks Tremin on the noggin. Doh! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, it made of tiger meat. The hunting was a bit more mundane. At least, in my opinion. |
| [Elaran] says: Don't ruin my theory. |
| Kaen digs into the ribs, grinning. "My these are delicious!" |
| Tremin blinks at Elaran. |
| Tremin chuckles at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: It's from the jungle, it has to be interesting! |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| Nim nods at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Or at least leafy. Jungles have lots of leaves. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, I suppose I can try to make the story sound interesting. Next week, perhaps. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Elaran. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| Elaran cheers at Cogitatus! |
| [Tremin] says: Sergeant Torrind, you'll want water... |
| Tremin chuckles at Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anyone else before I sit down? |
| You wave at Cogitatus. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| Ingarath grins happily. "Mmm..." |
| Cogitatus looks around before sitting down. |
| Cogitatus eats his own cooking. |
| Dahla grins. "Thank you for the tale and the refreshments, Cogitatus." |
| [Tremin] says: Always a good sign. |
| Trinn smiles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: You're welcome, Dahla. Did you want some ribs or stew? |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: Now that some of us are fed and watered, who seeks this somewhat-polite audience? |
| Aryss munches on a [Deeprun Rat Kabob] |
| Berlshenk raises his hand. |
| [Tremin] says: I make no promises for politeness. |
| Dahla grins at Cogitatus. "Oh, no thanks. I ate before I got here." |
| [Sassandra] says: Will we begin to sprout now? |
| Cogitatus chuckles st Tremin. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Yes, good dwarf, were you going to tell a story or were you asking for ribs? |
| [Berlshenk] says: Story. Just gimme a few minutes. |
| Elaran smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Cogitatus smiles and nods. |
| Tremin chuckles at Berlshenk. |
| Dahla smiles at Berlshenk. "Of course." |
| Arahshiel looks toward the green hooded dwarf across from her expectantly. |
| Berlshenk begins to rummage through his backpack and takes a brown leather book out. He opens it and begins flipping pages while walking towards the fire. |
| Berlshenk stops at a particular point in the book. |
| Sassandra shifts in her stance, trying to get comfortable again. |
| Strand is now the group leader. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alrighty. Before I start off, I want a person ta tell me what happened to the Thandol Span bridge, based on yer knowledge. |
| [Tremin] says: ...It blew up or something? |
| [Berlshenk] says: True, it did blow up. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Dark Iron Dwarves attacked it, if I remember correctly. |
| Tremin nods at Cogitatus. |
| Synfull puts away the [Big Iron Bomb] she was rolling back and forth at the mention of something blowing up. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Haha! No no no no! It was an accident in truth. |
| [Tremin] says: Really? |
| Tremin gazes eagerly at Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Our commander meant fer us to GUARD it. Apparently, we did a crappy job at it. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Berlshenk snickers slightly, then gazes at the book. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Tremin rubs a hand over his face and sighs. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I will tell you how it really happened. |
| Elaran snickers at Berlshenk. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk begins to read the book. |
| Dahla chuckles as she listens. |
| Flit winces and toys with her sling. |
| Nim fidgets a little and watches the dwarf. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "Today, the Thandol Span bridge blew up. I don't know what ta tell Grimaze, he's gonna be so angry when he hears this... we didn't really mean ta do that, it was Hather's fault... clumsy twit dropped the damn gunpowder!" |
| Aryss adjusts her goggles idly as she listens |
| Tremin boggles at Berlshenk. |
| Elaran listens intently to Berlshenk. |
| Elaran giggles at Berlshenk. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Just what kind of gunpowder was that? |
| [Tremin] says: You are /kidding/ me. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "Damn it wasn't just gunpowder, it was that gnomish nitrogen that Sprocket gave me... I still miss'im, but that just tears the thing.." |
| Synfull 's ears perk up at the mention of Funpowder. |
| Berlshenk glances at Cogitatus." |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well, it was experimental, given ta me from a friend. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I see. |
| Kaen smirks. "them gnomes..." |
| Berlshenk mutters under his breath:"And volatile... dang twit..." |
| [Elaran] says: Aye, right, them gnomes! Who else would make up something so high quality? |
| Cogitatus leans toward Flit. "Nitroglyceronium?" |
| Flit nods sagely. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Elaran. |
| [Cogitatus] says: True, true. |
| Nim grins at Elaran and nods. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "We were en route to Menethil, but we were stopped by the guards there. Apparently, they saw that huge dark mushroom cloud over the bridge, and they think WE had something ta do with it! We didn't just have something ta do with it---" |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Elaran smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Kaen did not move. At all. |
| Tremin just stares with his mouth hanging open. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "We had EVERYTHING ta do with it! We were postponed for days. I was yelling at Hather for all of this. He keeps saying another dwarf tripped him, and unfortunately, it's true. I couldn't believe it at first, but when---" |
| Sassandra begins counting over a number of objects she has in a small brown bag while listening to the dwarf. She pulls out a small sprinkled cookie and eats it in one bite. |
| Tremin bursts out in explosive laughter. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| Ingarath shakes his head. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "I did a rollcall, it turns out we were missing one. Their was a rumor in the Mountainguard. It stated that there was a traitor amongst us, and I guess that was him. Still though, Hather shouldn't have carried all 3 barrels at once..." |
| Cogitatus laughs at Nim. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh dear! |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( Laugh was meant to be undirected, not directed at Nim. )) |
| [Elaran] says: I think the technincal term for that is, "oops". |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: No, that's for smaller mistakes. I think the technical term for this is "EEEP!" |
| [Berlshenk] says: "Sprocket never told me it was volatile. Hell, he didn't tell my anything! He only said that the powder was experimented, that's it, so it's HIS fault we were in this mess. Although I miss him, he's still a clumsy gnome. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Elaran. |
| Suenya giggles at Cogitatus. |
| Aryss tries not to snort Rat Kabob |
| [Berlshenk] says: "I'm presently at Ironforge, near the kings throne, waiting to either be detained or demoted... or evene executed. I just hope it's nothing too bad..." |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Berlshenk comes to a halt and begins gazing around the circle. |
| Elaran listens intently to Berlshenk. |
| [Berlshenk] says: That ends day one of the Thandol Span blunber. |
| Tremin shakes his head sadly. |
| Berlshenk clears his throat. "Excuse me, blunder." |
| [Tremin] says: Such a beautiful bridge. |
| [Berlshenk] says: If you wanna hear day two then I can either do it now or next week. |
| [Elaran] says: Such a beautiful explosion. |
| Tremin eyes Elaran up and down. |
| Tremin mutters to her. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Let's stretch it out. Next week. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Oh aye, and such beautiful hell I had ta endure! |
| Dahla smiles. "Give people a reason to come back! Leave them wanting more." |
| Elaran smiles at Tremin. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Dahla. |
| Berlshenk snaps the book shut and swings to over under his arm. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Precisely, Dahla. |
| Elaran winks slyly at Tremin. |
| Tremin sighs at Elaran. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alright then. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Cogitatus applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Elaran applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| You clap excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Synfull smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Sassandra claps for the dwarf. |
| Kaen applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Ferrah applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Dahla smiles broadly. "Thank you, Berlshenk! I look forward to the next installment." |
| [Berlshenk] says: Heh, alright alright enough! Yer makin me embarassed. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Berlshenk. |
| Tremin edges slightly away from Elaran. |
| Berlshenk tucks the book into his backpack and tightens the strap. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, I know there are more stories and poems out there. Who's next? |
| Aryss nods appreciatively |
| Nim looks about the circle. |
| Sassandra clears her throat. "I have a short poem - but it's no hurry." |
| Trinn smiles at Sassandra. |
| [Tremin] says: That'd be nice! |
| [Elaran] says: By all means, let's hear it! |
| Cogitatus smiles at Sassandra. |
| Dahla smiles. "Please!" |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please. |
| [Sassandra] says: Well... not too short, not too long. |
| You clap excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Strand listens to Sassandra, with interest. |
| [Aryss] says: If it were no hurry, wouldn't it be a longer poem? |
| Flit smiles. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Heheheheheheh.... |
| Sassandra raises an eyebrow at Aryss. 'Mayhaps...' |
| Tremin keeps casting wary glances back at Elaran. |
| Sassandra idly begins unfurling a piece of paper, checking over it a few times. |
| Elaran smiles innocently at Tremin. |
| [Sassandra] says: This is dedicated to my late husband... |
| Elaran listens intently to Sassandra. |
| You listen intently to Sassandra. |
| Sassandra begins speaking slowly. |
| Cogitatus 's facial expression becomes a bit more somber. |
| Tremin looks grave. |
| Lauryl whispers in Suenya's ear. |
| [Sassandra] says: There were never strawberries |
| [Sassandra] says: Like the ones we had |
| [Sassandra] says: That sultry afternoon |
| Lauryl kisses Suenya's hair softly. |
| [Sassandra] says: Sitting on the step |
| Tremin looks instantly transfixed. |
| [Sassandra] says: Of the open window |
| [Sassandra] says: Facing each other... |
| [Sassandra] says: You knees held in mine |
| Nim listens intently to the poem. |
| [Sassandra] says: The blue plates on our laps |
| [Sassandra] says: The strawberries glistening |
| [Sassandra] says: In the hot sunlight |
| [Sassandra] says: We dipped them in sugar, |
| [Sassandra] says: Looking at each other... |
| [Sassandra] says: Not hurrying the feast |
| [Sassandra] says: For one to come. |
| [Sassandra] says: The empty plates |
| [Sassandra] says: Laid on the stone together |
| [Sassandra] says: With the two forks crossed |
| [Sassandra] says: And I bent toward you, |
| [Sassandra] says: Sweet in that air |
| [Sassandra] says: In my arms, |
| [Sassandra] says: Abandoned, like a child |
| [Sassandra] says: From your eager mouth, |
| Tremin blushes faintly, but doesn't take his eyes off the poet. |
| [Sassandra] says: The taste of strawberries |
| [Sassandra] says: In my memory |
| [Sassandra] says: Lean back again |
| [Sassandra] says: Let me love you |
| [Sassandra] says: Let the sun beat |
| [Sassandra] says: On our forgetfulness |
| [Sassandra] says: One hour of all |
| [Sassandra] says: The heat intense |
| [Sassandra] says: And summer lightning |
| [Sassandra] says: On the Westfall Hills |
| [Sassandra] says: ... let the storm wash the plates. |
| Tremin furtively wipes at his eyes. |
| Sassandra takes a little bow and rolls the paper back up. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Suenya claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| You clap excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Elaran blushes a deep red. |
| Dahla smiles warmly, applauding. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Berlshenk applauds. Bravo! |
| Tremin blows his nose. |
| Elaran claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| [Tremin] says: Damned allergies. |
| Kirst nods appreciatively. |
| Strand claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Kaen claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| [Sassandra] says: Allergic to strawberries? |
| [Dahla] says: That was absolutely beautiful. |
| Ingarath murmurs, "You managed to make Elaran blush, that's no small feat." |
| [Tremin] says: I'm allergic to profoundly moving poetry. |
| You grin wickedly at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: mmm. |
| Wyrra kneels down. |
| Tremin blows his nose again. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I'd like ta hear more of yer stories, but sadly it's my time ta leave. I bid you all adieau. |
| Sassandra grins at Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus chuckles in response to Elaran. |
| You wave at Berlshenk. |
| [Nim] says: S'weird allergy t'have. |
| Cogitatus waves at Berlshenk. |
| Trinn nods at Berlshenk. "Goodnight." |
| [Dahla] says: Take care, Berlshenk. |
| Wyrra kneels down and wispers to Veras |
| Berlshenk stands at attention and salutes. |
| Kaen waves at Berlshenk. |
| Veras leans back and glances at Wyrra, he nods |
| [Elaran] says: Be careful, Ingarath...your clothing may be in grave danger after that poem. |
| Potar looks back down to his book, looking over the lines of a particular page. |
| Elaran waves goodbye to Berlshenk. Farewell! |
| Veras nods and looks to the circle |
| [Veras] says: One second. |
| Ingarath laughs softly at Elaran. |
| Dahla smiles. "Thank you so much for the poem." |
| [Sassandra] says: You're welcome... |
| Trinn smiles at Sassandra. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Sassandra. |
| [Dahla] says: I'm positive I saw people jotting things down and rehearsing lines. Who would like to go next? |
| Ingarath pats his clothing, to make sure it's still there. |
| Aryss eyes Sassandra curiously, with a slightly sad expression, and nods |
| Elaran fans herself and sighs. |
| Sassandra looks over to Elaran. "Are you feeling alright over there?" |
| Ingarath can't help but grin openly. |
| Elaran chuckles at Sassandra. |
| [Elaran] says: Just a bit...warm. |
| [Sassandra] says: Well... I was a married woman! |
| Trinn grins at Elaran. |
| Nim looks over at the gathered people, waiting to see whose going next. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well, isn't warm what a fire is for? |
| [Elaran] says: Aye, but very few men inspire such poetry from their wives. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Trinn looks to Strand curiously. |
| [Strand] says: Well. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Trinn grins. |
| Dahla grins at Strand. "Is it Mellor time?" |
| Strand levers himself to his feet. |
| Flit looks hopeful. |
| Tremin cheers at Strand! |
| [Elaran] says: Mellor! |
| [Strand] says: So... |
| Nim smiles cheerfully up at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: There's this mouse. |
| Arrish claps softly for Strand. |
| Tremin claps excitedly for Strand. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ms. Mellor? |
| Tremin glances over at Arrish. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Strand. |
| Tremin smiles at Arrish. |
| Elaran grins happily at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: Well, there are a lot of mice. Even a lot of field mice. But this mouse, Mellor, was the cleverest one. |
| Arahshiel smiles at Strand. |
| You clap excitedly for Strand. |
| [Strand] says: My Dad told me a lot of Mellor stories, one for every blade of grass a goretusk eats. |
| Tremin snorts. |
| [Strand] says: But this is the one I will tell tonight. |
| Cogitatus looks around at the Goretusks. |
| [Strand] says: One day, Mellor was walking through the streets of Stormwind when he saw something quite unusual. |
| [Strand] says: He saw a young boy hawking kittens. |
| Tremin squirms like a little boy at bedtime. |
| Elaran blinks at Strand. |
| Aryss raises an eyebrow |
| Flit brightens at the thought of kittens. |
| [Strand] says: Now, Mellor's first thought was the same as most people'd have -- 'I want one. So cute.' |
| [Tremin] says: Uh. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Uh-oh. |
| Nim grins. |
| Dahla winces. |
| [Elaran] says: Ooh. Bad idea. |
| Kirst smiles, closing her eyes and listening to the words. |
| Strand spreads his hands sadly. "Unfortunately, Mellor did not have quite enough money on him to buy a kitten." |
| [Trinn] says: But, don't cats... |
| Trinn hushes. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Unfortunately? |
| Tremin wipes his brow. Whew! |
| [Flit] says: Awww. . . |
| [Cogitatus] says: You mean fortunately, don't you? |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Aryss mutters "feeding kittens to predatory avians... what a brilliant idea." |
| [Strand] says: So he decided that he would spend the rest of the day finding and taming a cat of his very own. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| Ingarath murmurs, "Oh dear." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ooooh dear.... |
| Tremin groans. |
| Nim winces at the idea. |
| Strand blinks. "Have you no faith? Who is the cleverest field mouse?" |
| [Trinn] says: Mellor! |
| [Flit] says: Mellor! |
| Aryss makes note of this remarkable thought for he next Darkmoon Faire |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Nim nods along with everyone else. "Definately Mellor." |
| Arrish glances over at Trinn and Tremin, amused, then smiles and says quietly, "Mellor is." |
| Dahla is jarred momentarily from her listening by Kaen attempting to wrench her arm off, and passes him a glare. |
| [Dahla] says: Mellor, absolutely. |
| Kaen smirks innocently. |
| Strand nods. "So Mellor set off to work. He reasoned that cats, like any animal, enjoy food as a matter of course." |
| Cogitatus laughs at Strand. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I think.... *laugh* I think Mellor's missing a detail,here. |
| [Elaran] says: Eeeyah. |
| Dahla winces. Again. "Oh dear." |
| [Strand] says: So he ran to the local grain vendor -- field mice /love/ grain -- and purchased a quantity of the best barley. Scurry, scurry, little field mouse! |
| [Elaran] says: Er. |
| [Strand] says: And he spread the grain out in a corner where he'd seen, oh, any number of cats. |
| [Nim] says: This isn't gonna go very well... |
| Flit grins. |
| Strand mimes pouring out grain on the ground. "Then, the cleverest field mouse settled down to wait for a cat, who would declare eternal loyalty in exchange for tasty barley." |
| Arrish sighs softly. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Strand. |
| Elaran suppresses a giggle. |
| [Strand] says: So... did this plan, clever and innovative as it was, succeed? |
| Trinn shakes her head sadly. |
| Aryss grins |
| [Trinn] says: Don't think so. |
| [Nim] says: Course not! |
| Kaen shakes his head. "No." |
| [Elaran] says: Nope. |
| Strand paces a circle, looking curious. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Even if I had to base this solely off of past experience, I'd have to say.... |
| [Arrish] says: Of course not. |
| [Cogitatus] says: No. |
| [Flit] says: Statistically unlikely. . . but maybe? |
| [Strand] says: You are all correct, excepting Flit, whose optimism is a benison. |
| Flit grins. |
| Nim looks confused by that word but just assumes its a good thing. |
| [Strand] says: /Something/ attracted a cat... a mangy, orange cat missing one ear -- but perhaps it was not the grain. |
| [Strand] says: After a small degree of pursuit, which ended at a convenient mouse hole, Mellor went off to consider what he'd done wrong. |
| Kaen gasps in mock horror. "Oh no!" |
| Elaran giggles at Strand. |
| Dahla breathes a sigh of relief. |
| Strand strokes his chin, like a field mouse pondering. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Whould this be the first time Mellor has escaped a cat? |
| [Nim] says: Well, at least he got away! Thas somethin'! |
| Elaran nods at Nim. |
| Trinn looks troubled. |
| [Cogitatus] says: True, Nim. |
| [Strand] says: It wasn't long before Mellor figured out his error. |
| [Strand] says: Cats, clearly, are not impressed by kindness. |
| [Strand] says: They are impressed by /force/. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Elaran] says: Oh, no. |
| Strand mimes a field mouse gathering his energies for mock battle. |
| Nim snickers to himself and grins. |
| Arrish rolls her eyes amusedly. |
| [Tremin] says: Oh dear. |
| [Elaran] says: This can't end well. |
| Kaen smacks his forehead. "Oh Mellor." |
| [Tremin] says: /Never/ apply force to a cat. |
| [Strand] says: So, Mellor reasoned, he would go out and find a cat and defeat it in battle and thus earn its loyalty. |
| [Flit] says: It could still be okay. . . |
| You grin wickedly at Strand. |
| Tremin takes one look at Strand and lets out a guffaw! |
| Cogitatus smiles wryly. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Nim] says: Who'd want a beat up cat? |
| Potar barely holds back laughter. |
| [Strand] says: He came out another mousehole -- there are a /lot/ of mouseholes in Stormwind -- and cast around for a feline. |
| [Elaran] says: A very clever field mouse, apparently. |
| Strand mimes a mouse peeping out of a hole, then emerging. Fiercely. |
| [Nim] says: Oh. |
| Strand nods to Elaran. "Exactly." |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. |
| [Trinn] says: Ohh. Poor Mellor. |
| Trinn winces in advance. |
| [Strand] says: Well, it wasn't long before Mellor found a cat. |
| [Strand] says: A mangy, orange cat... that was missing one ear. |
| [Flit] says: Uh oh. . . |
| Dahla quirks a brow, grinning. "The same cat?" |
| [Elaran] says: Er. |
| [Trinn] says: Oh dear. |
| [Elaran] says: Mellor has a stalker? |
| [Cogitatus] says: I may as well go to the Burning Steppes and challenge the foul beasts, there. I'd have better luck than Mellor. |
| Strand spreads his hands. "It wasn't long after /that/ before Mellor and the cat joined battle!" |
| Aryss blinks |
| Flit leans forward, intent. |
| [Strand] says: And... well. I won't give away the story. Did Mellor defeat the cat, earning himself a new pet? |
| Trinn sighs. |
| [Trinn] says: No. |
| Strand looks around, expectant. |
| Kaen sighs. "Of course not." |
| [Flit] says: I bet he did! |
| [Nim] says: He coulda outsmarted 'im. |
| [Tremin] says: You know, I don't see how this one can end well. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Based off of past experience, I'd have to say.... |
| [Cogitatus] says: No. |
| Arrish sighs softly. "Of course not." |
| [Strand] says: Sadly, the battle did not go exactly as Mellor had expected, no. |
| [Strand] says: In fact -- much the opposite. |
| Tremin looks rather oddly tense. |
| [Dahla] says: Oh dear. |
| [Tremin] says: The mouse is going to bite it this time. I know it. |
| [Strand] says: And afterwards, Mellor thought about what he'd done wrong. |
| Tremin relaxes. "oh." |
| [Cogitatus] says: No, Tremin, you mean something it going to bite Mellor, this time. |
| [Nim] says: I was really hopin' this time it worked out, too. |
| [Strand] says: Well, that was easy. Mellor's a clever mouse; he saw the flaw in his plans. |
| [Strand] says: That being -- direct physical action. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Strand] says: Cats have /claws/. |
| Nim nods at Strand. |
| [Trinn] says: And teeth! |
| [Strand] says: And teeth! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sharp teeth! |
| [Tremin] says: Cats are pretty pointy, overall. |
| [Elaran] says: And fur! |
| [Nim] says: and funny eyes! |
| [Elaran] says: And cute! |
| [Strand] says: Clearly, the trick was finding a way to handle the teeth and claws. So he went off to this mage he knew. |
| [Cogitatus] says: If they're not trying to eat you, Elaran. |
| [Tremin] says: Mages: also pointy. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Details, details... |
| [Strand] says: Well, Mellor and the mage dickered all night long, and in the end they came to an agreement. |
| Arahshiel smiles. |
| Trinn pokes Tremin. "Not pointy." |
| Elaran bonks Tremin on the noggin. Doh! |
| Strand sends Trinn a grin. |
| Ingarath blinks. "I would think under certain..." but then shuts up. |
| [Strand] says: And the two of them set out to find a cat. |
| Cogitatus pulls out his wand and studies it with a smile; thinks he can make a point when he wants to. |
| Flit wriggles with anticipation. |
| [Strand] says: Didn't take long before they found one... |
| Veras leans back and rests on the palms on his hands |
| Strand looks thoughtful. "A mangy, orange cat. Missing one ear." |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| Elaran giggles at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: And the mage and Mellor swung into action! |
| [Nim] says: I think that cat is followin' them! |
| Dahla eyes Strand dubiously. |
| [Flit] says: It's like it's the only cat in Stormwind! |
| Cogitatus laughs at Flit. |
| [Strand] says: The mage promptly began to cast a polymorph spell, while Mellor -- hid. |
| [Arrish] says: Oh, there are as many cats in Stormwind as there are stars in the sky.... |
| [Strand] says: Soon, soon the cat would be a sheep, and then /either/ the grain trick or the physical superiority trick would work. |
| Dahla grins over at Arrish. |
| Aryss groans |
| Tremin laughs at Strand. |
| [Elaran] says: Er. |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish. |
| Strand pauses dramatically. |
| [Elaran] says: Uhm. Yeaaah. |
| [Nim] says: Sheep are still kinda big though... |
| [Strand] says: A clever scheme. One might say the cleverest. But -- did it work? |
| [Elaran] says: Nope. |
| Trinn sighs, once again. |
| [Ingarath] says: No, of course not. |
| [Tremin] says: Please LIGHT let it work!! |
| [Flit] says: Sheep are almost as cute as cats! |
| [Nim] says: Sheep love grain and stuff. So yes! |
| [Trinn] says: Doubt it. |
| [Elaran] says: Sheep make lousy pets. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Polymorph is limited duration. |
| Strand murmurs, "Baaaa." |
| [Cogitatus] says: So.... No. |
| Flit giggles at Strand. |
| Tremin eyes Strand up and down. |
| [Dahla] says: Didn't you say, polymorph... self? |
| [Strand] says: Well, the spell went off. The cat /did/ become a sheep. |
| Trinn claps happily. |
| [Tremin] says: Poor cat. |
| Tremin shudders. |
| [Strand] says: But a moment later, the cat's form shifted and changed back into a cat! |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Strand. |
| Trinn stops clapping. |
| Strand snaps his fingers. "About that long, it took." |
| Kamarly takes a quiet seat. |
| [Flit] says: Aww. . . |
| [Tremin] says: Hurray! Cat one, mage zero! |
| [Arrish] says: Who broke the sheep? |
| Tremin grins wickedly at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: The cat had learned a few tricks from a Kaldorei druid once, you see. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Arrish. |
| Sassandra eats another sprinkled cookie, listening bemusedly. |
| Tremin grumbles about druids. |
| Elaran blinks at Strand. |
| Ingarath shakes his head and laughs softly. |
| [Elaran] says: Clever cat. |
| Nim glances over at Sassandra for a minute before focusing on Strand, leaning forward to listen. |
| [Strand] says: Oh, possibly the cleverest stray cat. |
| Tremin laughs at Strand. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Strand. |
| [Trinn] says: Not as clever as Mellor! |
| Trinn sounds indignant. |
| [Cogitatus] says: That could be a series of stories in-and-of-itself. |
| Arahshiel grins. |
| [Arrish] says: No one's as clever as Mellor! |
| Strand grins cheerfully. "The aftermath was a stalemate. The cat couldn't climb the mage, but Mellor couldn't get down off the mage's hat without risking... awful things." |
| Veras rolls his eyes |
| Tremin laughs at Strand. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Flit] says: Oooh. |
| Elaran chuckles at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: And eventually everyone gave up and went home. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Probably best for all concerned. |
| Cogitatus smiles. |
| [Strand] says: When Mellor got home, Mrs. Mellor was there waiting for him. |
| [Nim] says: But s'stray cat. Does he have a home? |
| [Elaran] says: Mellor should have bought a kitten. |
| Tremin peers at Nim searchingly. |
| Strand nods to Elaran. "But kittens are /expensive/." |
| [Cogitatus] says: Ah, that's the problem Elaran, Mellor couldn't buy one. |
| Elaran nods at Strand. |
| Dahla chuckles. "I've seen cats climb people. Must have been a powerful mage." |
| [Elaran] says: This is a good point. |
| [Tremin] says: They have shieldy things. |
| [Elaran] says: And staffs. |
| Dahla beams at the demonstration. |
| Cogitatus casts Mana Shield and smiles. |
| [Strand] says: Mrs. Mellor smiled cheerfully at Mellor. "Oh, dear!" she said. "You had a visitor while you were out -- well, just ten minutes ago." |
| [Ferrah] says: And they're pointy |
| Tremin listens intently to Strand. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor looked quite curious. |
| Kaen sighs, thinking he knows what's coming. |
| Sassandra reaches over to poke at Cogitatus' shielding. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Mangy, orange, one ear? |
| [Strand] says: "He was big -- and orange, and missing an ear. And a little mangy, if I do say so myself." |
| Strand gives Cogitatus a sad, sad look. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Strand. |
| Nim looks at Cogitatus. "Good guess!" |
| Flit giggles at Strand. |
| Elaran smiles at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor looked a little nervous. "What did he want?" |
| [Tremin] says: TO EAT YOU. |
| [Strand] says: "Well," said Mrs. Mellor, "He said he'd never met anyone cleverer than himself before. He thought maybe he and you could do some business together." |
| Cogitatus laughs at Tremin. |
| Flit beams. |
| Dahla laughs, surprised. |
| [Strand] says: Mellor thought about that for a little while, then laughed, all his whiskers quivering. |
| [Trinn] says: Sensible cat. |
| Elaran nods and smiles. |
| [Strand] says: "Don't mind if I do," said the cleverest field mouse. |
| Potar smirks at Strand. |
| Aryss grins |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh, this promises to be interesting! |
| Cogitatus smiles at Strand. |
| [Strand] says: And that is the story of how Mellor failed to get a pet cat, but succeeded in finding a partner in... clever things. |
| Tremin cheers at Strand! |
| Flit grins wickedly at Strand. |
| Synfull giggles at Strand. |
| Elaran cheers at Strand! |
| Trinn applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Neia claps excitedly for Strand. |
| You clap excitedly for Strand. |
| Elaran applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Cogitatus applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| [Strand] says: There are as many Mellor stories as there are logs in the forests of Azeroth... |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Strand. |
| Kaen claps excitedly for Strand. |
| Nyidi applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Strand. |
| [Tremin] says: Partner... pet... six of one. |
| Nim grins and begins applauding. |
| [Strand] says: But that is the one I told tonight, and I thank you for the listening. |
| Tremin applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Flit applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly. |
| Ysande applauds at Strand. Bravo! |
| Trinn beams at Strand. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Tremin. |
| Dahla beams and applauds. |
| Strand sweeps a happy bow, and heads back to his seat. |
| Kamarly gives an uneasy clap, coming in when the story was half over. |
| Sassandra applauds Strand |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so very much, Strand. |
| Arahshiel quietly nods at the assembly as she rises and turns to leave. |
| Kaen nods to the man beside him, smiling. "Good show." |
| Dahla looks around the circle, smiling. "Don't be shy about following a Mellor, now... who has something to share?" |
| [Baydon] says: I've something, if you would hear it.. |
| Ingarath looks around to Baydon and grins. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please. |
| Dahla looks back at the gent sitting outside the circle. "We'd love to." |
| Trinn smiles at Baydon. |
| [Kamarly] says: Why you sittin' in the corner there? |
| [Baydon] says: Something to rest against is all. |
| Kamarly nods. |
| [Kamarly] says: ...now that you said that, my back aches. Oh lord... |
| [Baydon] says: Well...through all of my travels, I have learned many lessons, but one in particular stands out to me.. |
| Kamarly sighs, putting her hands behind her back and pressing on it, making a crack sound. |
| [Baydon] says: And it is the basis of this writing, a poem of sorts. |
| Baydon clears his throat loudly. |
| Tremin peers at Baydon searchingly. |
| [Carpedium] says: there is a war going on people...we cant sit and fight the horde |
| [Tremin] says: I'ts my @#$%ing day off. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Even those who fight need to rest. |
| [Tremin] says: Bite me. |
| [Nyidi] says: An Elf does not live on war alone. |
| [Kamarly] says: Are you askin a 16th season just out of college to fight the horde? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Please, sit and join us. |
| Veras glances to Carpedium |
| [Kamarly] says: I don't wanna' get killed! |
| [Strand] says: This is the night when we remember what peace is. |
| [Carpedium] says: hmmm |
| [Baydon] says: I've traveled far and long in this land, by foot, by air, and by sea... |
| [Elaran] says: I note sir, that you're not fighting the Horde, either. You should go and be an example for the rest of us. |
| [Strand] says: Lest, twenty-six years after, we forget. |
| [Carpedium] says: i have to tell my brothres about this |
| Trinn holds a finger to her mouth, watching Baydon. |
| Dahla looks up at the dwarf with a smile. "We all need reminders of what some of us fight for." |
| Kaen snorts, his tone harsh. "If life were about war, then I wouldn't enjoy livin' it." |
| Tremin snarls. |
| [Baydon] says: But through it all there's been one thing that always stood out to me.. |
| Tremin turns his attention to Baydon. |
| [Baydon] says: And all you fellow adventurers, I'm sure you will agree.. |
| Elaran listens intently to Baydon. |
| Cogitatus listens to Baydon. |
| [Baydon] says: A shot of rum, is all the fun, that you could ever need. |
| [Kamarly] says: Accurate. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Baydon] says: I've fought orcs, gnolls, ogres, and trolls, refusing to break or bend. |
| [Baydon] says: But in the end, it wears on my sould, as their flesh I am forced to rend.. |
| [Baydon] says: Their blood and bones invade my dreams, 'till it seems it will never end.. |
| [Baydon] says: But at that moment, I am comforted by, the touch of my dearest friends.. |
| [Baydon] says: And as we near the local tavern, those bad thoughts flee from me.. |
| [Baydon] says: Because a shot of rum is all the fun, that I could ever need. |
| Cogitatus chuckles. |
| [Baydon] says: Some say the drink will drive you mad, some say it is just wrong.. |
| Kaen laughs heatily. "Amen!" |
| [Kamarly] says: Nonsense... |
| [Baydon] says: Well I challenge them to look at me, and to listen to my song.. |
| [Baydon] says: I challenge them not to see the strength I draw upon.. |
| [Baydon] says: For just as sure as the winter months do bring a stiffer breeze.. |
| [Baydon] says: A shot of rum is all the fun that we all could ever need. |
| [Baydon] says: Thank you. |
| You clap excitedly for Baydon. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Baydon. |
| Nyidi applauds at Baydon. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Baydon. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Baydon. |
| Strand claps excitedly for Baydon. |
| Elaran applauds at Baydon. Bravo! |
| Kamarly gives a lgith applause. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Baydon. |
| [Nim] says: I liked the rum part. |
| [Kamarly] says: Ahem...sire...quick query.. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Veras nods to Baydon |
| [Kamarly] says: If you well. |
| [Kamarly] says: will* |
| [Elaran] says: I do disagree with you, though. |
| Kaen applauds Bardon. "Well done lad! I think many of us could find yer verse quite appealing!" |
| [Kamarly] says: In one part of your poem, very good by the way.. |
| [Kamarly] says: You said you fought Ogres...really? |
| [Kamarly] says: 'cause that's impressive. |
| You grin wickedly at Kamarly. |
| [Kamarly] says: I've never seen an ogre... |
| [Baydon] says: I'm sure many here have fought far bigger and meaner things than I. |
| Dahla smiles warmly. "That was wonderful, I hope you'll have more to share with us soon." |
| [Kamarly] says: A demon? |
| [Cogitatus] says: Duskwood. Southern Duskwood. Ogres have overrun one of the fields there. |
| [Kamarly] says: 'cause that would be cool. |
| [Elaran] says: Fighting ogres is mostly about closing your eyes and hoping you hit. Those...things they wear.... |
| Elaran shudders. |
| Potar gently closes the aged tome in his lap, and puts it away in his packs. |
| [Nim] says: Ogres are all over th'place. |
| [Nim] says: They're big. |
| [Kamarly] says: How big? |
| [Nim] says: Really, really big. |
| [Kamarly] says: Like...big as that log? |
| [Kamarly] says: Or big as that town? |
| [Trinn] says: Not that big. But plenty big enough. |
| [Nim] says: Bigger'n humans... Bigger'n tauren... um... |
| [Ingarath] says: About a half of the log, maybe. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Twice the height of that log. |
| [Kamarly] says: ... |
| Fizzlepocket wedges himself in between Nim and FLit. |
| [Kamarly] says: Now I don't know what to think! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry, twice as high as that log is thick. |
| Kaen looks to Kamarly. "The ones in Dire Maul can get to the size of that log, nearly." |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. "That's a big ogre." |
| [Elaran] says: And twice as round, too boot. |
| [Elaran] says: *to |
| Flit smiles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Strand] says: It's a big log. |
| [Kamarly] says: Twice as round? |
| Nim snorts as Fizzle sits between them and elbows him in the side. |
| [Kamarly] says: Well...the log might be hollow |
| [Kamarly] says: Are you counting the stuff inside weight wise? |
| [Elaran] says: Aye. They're often fat. Creepily fat. |
| [Kamarly] says: Like...flab hanging off their loincloth? |
| Elaran squirms. |
| [Elaran] says: Yep. |
| Fizzlepocket grunts, and elbows Nim back. |
| Dahla chuckles softly. "Er. Did someone else have a story or poem to share?" |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Well. Lovely. |
| [Nyidi] says: I heard a story the other day about a Gnome who made an Answering Machine... |
| [Elaran] says: What did it answer? |
| [Kamarly] says: ...what in the name of Jaina is a...answering machine? |
| [Nyidi] says: Questions |
| Kaen scratches his head. "Answering machine?" |
| [Nyidi] says: In theory |
| Elaran blinks at Nyidi. |
| [Kamarly] says: Ohhh...you think it could tell me how big an ogre is? |
| Strand looks intrigued. "A machine that answers questions?" |
| [Nyidi] says: I have no idea if it's a true story or not. In fact, it seems dubious. |
| Nim takes the hit and just mutters. |
| Elaran looks thoughtful. |
| [Kamarly] says: If it doesn't exist...I'm totally taking up engineering |
| [Elaran] says: Answers...questions. |
| [Nyidi] says: But you're welcome to it if you want to hear about it. |
| [Dahla] says: Please, tell us. |
| [Elaran] says: I'm curious about it. |
| [Nyidi] says: Anyway, there once was a Gnome named Bogo who wanted to know the answers to many difficult questions. |
| Sassandra sorts through a different bag of goodies, inspecting their contents delicately. |
| [Nyidi] says: He asked older and wiser Gnomes, he spoke with famous scholars, visited fortune tellers... But none could answer his questions. |
| [Nyidi] says: Finally, he decided that if no one living could answer his questions, he'd have to build a machine to do it. |
| Synfull excuses herself. |
| [Nyidi] says: He designed a machine that could allegegly watch him through a kind of spyglass, listen to what he said, and then write down all kinds of Answers on paper. |
| [Nyidi] says: He worked on the Answering Machine for many years until he felt it was ready for a test question: "What is two plus two?" |
| [Kamarly] says: That's easy, five... |
| [Nyidi] says: The machine hummed and clanked and finally spat out a sheet of paper with the word "twotwo." |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| [Nyidi] says: So Bogo spent the next few years building ever more complicated and expensive Answering Machines... |
| Elaran blinks at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: Many years later, one of the machines finally passed all the test questions. |
| Strand listens, fascinated. |
| Nim does his best to ignore Fizzle and listen to the story. |
| [Nyidi] says: Bogo was deeply in debt to several investors at this point, and his initial questions about the nature of universe seemed less important. |
| [Nyidi] says: So the first question Bogo asked the machine was this: "How can I be a rich Gnome?" |
| [Nyidi] says: The Answering Machine spun it's gears and spat out a page that said, "Take pleasure in what you have. Perform great deeds." |
| Flit smiles. |
| Trinn grins at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: "No! No! No!" shouted Bogo. "How can I get my hands on alot of gold?" |
| [Nyidi] says: The Answering Machine sputtered and replied, "Break into the treasury. Make sure you fall forward when you die." |
| You laugh at Nyidi. |
| Dahla snickers. |
| [Kamarly] says: ... |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Strand /laughs/. |
| Nim laughs. |
| Elaran snickers at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: This was not the kind of answer Bogo wanted to hear. He ranted and raved. He stormed about his workshop. He even became sarcastic at one point. |
| Trinn starts laughing. |
| Baydon smiles. |
| Kaen smirks. |
| [Nyidi] says: When he calmed down, he decided to make another attempt before tearing the latest Answering Machine apart. |
| [Nyidi] says: "How can I get alot of gold without getting into any trouble with the law?" |
| [Nyidi] says: The Answering Machine sparked and steamed and spat out another page: |
| [Nyidi] says: "Invest one gold piece at the local bank. Come back in a thousand years." |
| Dahla shakes her head, laughing. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Strand looks very thoughtful, and counts on his fingers for a while. |
| [Nyidi] says: Bogo spun away from the machine in anger, and then he saw something on the wall. |
| Kaen smacks his forehead. |
| [Kamarly] says: If he as an elf, he would be set! |
| [Nyidi] says: It was a sign with a few letters. A sign that had been hanging in his workshop for years... |
| [Nyidi] says: Bogo noticed that the sign was well in view of the Answering Machine's spyglass... |
| [Nyidi] says: So he took the sign down and asked his question again. |
| Cogitatus listens intently. |
| [Nyidi] says: This time the Answering Machine told him how to make several highly profitable--but exceedingly dangerous--devices and Bogo became a rich man. |
| Elaran blinks at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: And whenever anyone asked him how he earned his great wealth, he merely replied: |
| Cogitatus listens intently. |
| [Nyidi] says: "It was easy. I just took the THINK sign down." |
| Flit giggles at Nyidi. |
| You laugh at Nyidi. |
| Cogitatus laughs. |
| Trinn laughs out loud. |
| Elaran chuckles at Nyidi. |
| Baydon laughs at Nyidi. |
| Nim grins. |
| Dahla laughs and applauds. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Kaen chuckles. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Potar chortles, then bursts out in laughter. |
| Elaran applauds at Nyidi. Bravo! |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Potar applauds at Nyidi. Bravo! |
| Strand chortles happily, and claps. |
| Cogitatus applauds at Nyidi. Bravo! |
| Kamarly smiles. |
| Veras chuckles slightly and give a clap or two |
| Sassandra snickers at Nyidi. |
| [Kamarly] says: Cute.. |
| Fizzlepocket thinks..... "..... I don't get it." |
| Neia claps excitedly. |
| [Kamarly] says: Though "Twotwo' is NOT that answer to 2+2 |
| [Kamarly] says: Wait...is it? |
| You grin wickedly at Kamarly. |
| [Dahla] says: Sure it is. |
| [Nim] says: Two and two can be "Twotwo" if yer really literal. |
| [Nyidi] says: Well, it's one answer, anyway. |
| Dahla grins at Nyidi. "Thank you so much for the tale." |
| [Elaran] says: I can say, with great authority...that it is. On the first day of the month. |
| Strand finishes counting, and nods to himself, satisfied. |
| [Kamarly] says: Hey, I know this stuff, I got a B- in first grade math! |
| [Elaran] says: After that, who knows? |
| Flit shakes her head. |
| [Kamarly] says: Oh lord.. |
| [Kamarly] says: What is the date? |
| [Dahla] says: Now, who else would care to regale us? |
| [Kamarly] says: I have a question for the group.. |
| Sassandra gnaws on a fingernail before realizing it doesn't taste that good. |
| [Dahla] says: That could count. Please. |
| Veras glances to Kamarly |
| Fizzlepocket shoves Nim over a little. |
| [Elaran] says: Ask your question. But be prepared for very amusing answers. |
| [Kamarly] says: Emm...firstly, I want everyone to know I am not behind the times or anything. |
| Nim shoves Fizzle back. |
| [Kamarly] says: I know all the slang and such... |
| [Kamarly] says: But there is this one phrase which kids at Northshire keep saying...it's confusing me.. |
| Fizzlepocket grins at Nim. "If you insist." He scoots closer to Flit. |
| [Kamarly] says: What does emm..."El Oh El" mean? |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: They're repenting for their sins. |
| [Dahla] says: There's a small fishing village up north that worships the god El. |
| Nim mutters something and smacks Fizzle upside the head. |
| [Elaran] says: I think it's babble. |
| [Flit] says: "El" is the name of one of the titans, I think. |
| [Dahla] says: The One True God. It's an interesting religion. |
| Fizzlepocket flicks Nim's hat off his head. |
| [Cogitatus] says: (( I just ignore when people use it in public /says. )) |
| [Elaran] says: Either that, or some form of mental derangement. |
| [Kamarly] says: They seem to say it when they approve or are laughing at something. |
| Veras blinks and looks around |
| [Sassandra] says: Wasn't there an ordinance against worshipping false gods named "Lawl" already? |
| [Dahla] says: One of their prayers is "Are oh eff, El." |
| [Kamarly] says: I also heard of someone known as "RoffelMow" |
| Flit shrugs, "'M not religious, so I dunno." |
| [Kamarly] says: Lord knows what that is.... |
| [Ingarath] says: Rofflemow is a type of goblin souffle. |
| Elaran shrugs at Kamarly. Who knows? |
| [Arrish] says: Don't ever listen to cultists. They just want all your money. |
| Nim snatches his hat up and holds it protectively on his head, giving Fizzle a meaningful glower. |
| [Ingarath] says: Notoriously difficult to cook. |
| [Strand] says: Actually, it's a folk legend from Southshore. |
| [Veras] says: I..... |
| [Sassandra] says: Sounds like some sort of imp name if you ask me. |
| [Veras] says: I can't even comment. |
| [Strand] says: The loll is a ghostly cow that walks the fields seeking revenge. |
| Ingarath nods solemnly. "Moo." |
| [Kamarly] says: Wait a second...cows can have ghosts!? |
| [Kamarly] says: Woah... |
| Dahla nods soberly. |
| Kamarly holds her head, as if she is comprehensing something *huge*. |
| [Elaran] says: Revenge...for what? |
| Strand shudders. |
| [Kamarly] says: For being milked? Looks right uncomfortable. |
| [Ingarath] says: For...uh....a rough milking? |
| You laugh at Kamarly. |
| [Strand] says: Too grisly a tale. |
| [Cogitatus] says: For making dinner out of one of his relatives? |
| Elaran twitches as she tries to hide a snicker. |
| [Strand] says: Cows. Syndicate. Dragons. Stranglethorn Vale. |
| [Strand] says: Long story. Grisly. |
| Kamarly is currently dining on a large steak. She glances at the steak, thigns for a second, but then shrugs, going back to eating. |
| Elaran blinks at Strand. |
| Cogitatus chuckles at Kamarly. |
| Dahla shakes her head, chuckling. "Ah, Light. I'm sure we have some more stories or poems left..." |
| Fizzlepocket looks around and the piece of semi-cooked vension in his bag, and just dives right in, occasionally hitting Nim in the face with the rare tendon. |
| Nim grumbles and eventually just moves away from Fizzle, shooting him many an angry glare. |
| Kamarly 's face is licked by a goretusk that just walked up to her. |
| Potar looks to Dahla and nods. "May I?" |
| [Kamarly] says: Ewwww... |
| Flit winces, "That's gross, Fizzle." |
| Dahla beams a smile at Potar. "Please!" |
| Fizzlepocket shrugs. "It's good though." |
| Elaran leans in next to Fizzle and whispers. |
| [Potar] says: A couple of weeks back, I had told a story in the Cathedral, based on a virtue that I primarily stand for. |
| Sassandra gives Fizzlepocket a unapproving stare, disappointed by his bad manners. |
| Elaran moves back to her spot and sits, grinning smugly. |
| Trinn nods at Potar's words, looking pleased. |
| [Potar] says: I will tell this to you tonight; forgive me if it appears more religiously biased than some of you care for. |
| Potar smirks as he looks around. |
| [Potar] says: Recently, I have heard a story from a Quel'Dorei. One that fits perfectly to the principle of Redemption. This tale takes place not so long ago, in places too dangerous for mortals to walk. |
| Strand listens contentedly. |
| Elaran listens intently to Potar. |
| Flit looks curious. |
| Potar stares into the fire, continuing. |
| Kaen interjects, smirking. "If you're talking about me...I'm not Quel'Dorei." |
| [Potar] says: There was a young man from Darrowshire; one who was an orphan for nearly all his life. He had been given no inspiration or purpose in life. When he ascended into manhood, his directionless future led him to crime and greed. |
| Cogitatus listens solemnly. |
| [Potar] says: In his heart, he knew he did wrong. He wanted to be good; to change himself and become the Light in the peoples' eyes. He felt at that time, the world did not allow him to be so. That we was 'predestined' to the scoundrel's life. |
| Potar looks up from the fire and out to the lake. |
| [Potar] says: He cared little for the outside events of the world. Moreover, he cared little for himself. He continued robbing and pillaging, the only life he knew. He felt doomed to this existance. |
| Elaran glances over at Veras. |
| Kaen takes a deep steadying breath. This is a path all to familiar to him. |
| [Potar] says: One day, he robbed a home too close to the lands of the Quel'Dorei. Though he escaped from human authorities as he always did, a novice ranger from Quel'Thalas captured him. The Ranger kept him confined until Lordaeron authorities could attain him. |
| Potar looks back to the fire once again. |
| [Potar] says: Weeks passed with no word from Lordaeron. During those weeks, the ranger formed a strange bond with the captive man. It appears that he did not want this path in life, but felt that there was no room for salvation. The words said to the ranger were pure. |
| [Potar] says: Could he redeem himself to atone for past crimes? Would anything be enough? News told of a Doom coming to engulf Quel'Thalas. The armies of the Scourge had arrived, corrupting everything it touched. No one person could survive its onslaught. |
| [Potar] says: Knowing this, the ranger let the man free, and they fled into the forest with many of the surrounding villagers, , unsure of where they could go. When the Scourge approached, the was only one route of escape - through a narrow mountain pass to the south. |
| Potar takes a deep breath before continuing. |
| [Potar] says: One however, would have to stay behind, to slow the undead army enough for them to escape. The man, who spent a lifetime not caring for the world or its people...the man who said he could not be saved...gave the Quel'Dorei villagers enough time to flee. |
| Kaen nods solemnly. |
| Cogitatus also nods solemnly. |
| Tremin peers at Potar searchingly. |
| Potar looks around, pausing for a moment, then resumes. |
| [Potar] says: A few years later, the ranger whom had captured the thief returned to the spot where he had made his heroic last stand. At the end of the pass, amidst the corruption and decay, was a small grove of green and light. No Blight could infect it. |
| Strand smiles quietly. |
| Tremin sighs at Potar. |
| [Potar] says: The human's body was nowhere to be found, but the ray of light that covered the small grove was proof enough that the fallen man did not succumb to the Blight. The world found a place for him, after all. One worthy of the Light. |
| Baydon nods at Potar. |
| Elaran smiles at Potar. |
| Kaen smiles lightly. |
| [Potar] says: Remember, that no matter what your calling in life is, or what has been done in the past, that anyone is capable of redeeming themselves. The Light will always aid those who make that effort. That, is Redemption. |
| Cogitatus nods again. |
| You smile at Potar. |
| Nyidi looks thoughtful |
| Potar bows his head. "Thank you." |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Strand applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Dahla smiles quietly as she nods to Potar's words. |
| Elaran nods at Potar. |
| Kaen claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Elaran applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Dahla applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| [Cogitatus] says: Well said. |
| Tremin sighs at Potar. |
| [Trinn] says: Well done, Potar. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Tremin stares moodily at the place where the fire once was. |
| [Dahla] says: Potar, that was... wonderful. Thank you. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| Potar nods. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I'm off for the evening. |
| Elaran looks thoughtful. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I wish you all well. |
| [Tremin] says: And once again, a light in the darkness. |
| Cogitatus bows before Potar. |
| Nim waves goodbye to Cogitatus. Farewell! |
| Dahla smiles and waves. "Take care, Cogitatus." |
| [Kamarly] says: Toodles, good sire. |
| [Nim] says: See y'later! |
| Elaran mumbles, "good night." |
| Baydon waves at Cogitatus. |
| Arrish waves goodbye to Cogitatus. Farewell! |
| Kaen nods at Cogitatus. |
| [Kaen] says: Take care lad. |
| Flit waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: See you later, Nim. |
| You wave at Cogitatus. |
| Sassandra glances up to Cogitatus and waves. |
| Cogitatus waves. |
| Elaran waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Flit] says: G'night! |
| Fizzlepocket puts an arm on Flit's shoulder, and tosses aside the Vension bone haphazardly, knocking Nim's hat off his head AGAIN. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for the ribs, Cogitatus. |
| Potar waves at Cogitatus. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Anytime, Ingarath. |
| [Kamarly] says: Wait wait wait... |
| Arrish gives Tremin a faint smile. |
| [Kamarly] says: Ribs? |
| Flit winces as Fizzle puts his arm on her bad shoulder. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Did you want some? |
| [Ingarath] says: Hot Wolf Ribs! Mmmmmm. |
| [Kamarly] says: ...ehhh...forget it. |
| Cogitatus laughs at Kamarly. |
| [Kamarly] says: I'm allergic to wolf. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Night. |
| Nim snatches his hat in one hand, the bone in the other, and chucks it at Fizzle's head. |
| Fizzlepocket grins. Obviously Flit's ready to swoon at his touch. |
| [Kamarly] says: Or Wool... |
| Potar smiles at Roeghan. |
| [Kamarly] says: One of the two. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Nim and scowls. |
| Roeghan grins |
| Trinn looks back at Roeghan and smiles. |
| Kaen hears the rustling in the grass and looks behind him. "Roe!" |
| Roeghan winks at Trinn and puts down her sword. |
| Tremin nods politely to Roeghan. |
| Nim puts his hat back on his head and gives Fizzle a dirty look. |
| Roeghan smiles at Kaen and nods and smiles at Tremin. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Elaran. "I thought you side never in this lifetime, dimension, and/or the end of life as we know it." |
| Fizzlepocket said.** |
| Dahla looks around the circle with a quiet smile. "Well, I know it's getting pretty late for some. Do folks want to last for another story or poem, or should we be calling it a night?" |
| [Strand] says: Hallo, Roeghan. |
| [Roeghan] says: Evening, Strand. |
| Flit blinks. |
| [Kamarly] says: May I see the fire for a touch? |
| [Kamarly] says: I mean, not touch it, for a second. |
| Elaran raises an eyebrow. |
| Elaran shrugs at Fizzlepocket. Who knows? |
| Fizzlepocket whispers back and forth with Elaran, and agrees, eventually. He gets up, using Flit's shoulder for support, and sits with Elaran. |
| [Kamarly] says: Part of my mage training, I'm trying to get a new spell down. |
| Flit tries not to cry. |
| Flit rubs at her shoulder. |
| Nim has no idea what happened, but isn't going to complain and edges over to Flit. |
| Strand looks curious. "I don't mind." |
| Fizzlepocket frowns. He knows that Flit was going to be upset, but on the verge of tears? |
| Kamarly rises. |
| Ingarath looks over to Elaran amusedly. |
| Elaran blinks at Flit. |
| Dahla chuckles at the general silence around the circle. "I think I'll take that as a 'We're all too tired to answer'." |
| Kamarly kneels down. |
| Suenya didnt disappear. |
| Arrish inquisitively watches Kamarly. |
| Trinn smiles at Dahla. "Aye, forgive me. Drifting off." |
| Roeghan lounges back on her pack and smiles. |
| Flit fixes the knots on her sling. |
| Arrish smiles over to Dahla. "Long day." |
| Kamarly extends a finger, almost touching the fire. |
| Kaen chuckles. "the night is young. If I hadn;t told a story already..." |
| Flit salutes Soshumaru with respect. |
| [Dahla] says: In which case, thank you all for coming -- it's been a wonderful night. I hope to see you all again next week. |
| Soshumaru wispers to Flit. |
| Kamarly 's finger catches on fire,s he frantically puts it out. |
| Veras sneezes |
| [Nyidi] says: So you do this every week? |
| Strand winces. |
| Baydon falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| [Tremin] says: I'll be back next week with a magnum opus!! |
| Ingarath smilse. |
| Arrish blinks. |
| [Kamarly] says: ... |
| Flit half-turns to Soshumaru and whispers. |
| [Tremin] says: You don't want to miss it! |
| [Kamarly] says: I think I got it.. |
| [Elaran] says: Good form. |
| Dahla smiles and nods. "Every week, same time, same place." |
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