| [Ingarath] says: Well, I suppose we should get started. |
| Ingarath stands slowly, dusting off his pants. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, hello everyone, and thank you for coming. |
| Nim smiles up at Ingarath, listening. |
| [Ingarath] says: I see a few new faces - welcome, indeed. |
| [Ingarath] says: I am Ingarath Melforgan, and you are at story night - in case you were wondering. |
| Flit giggles at you. |
| [Alerac] says: Oh, this isn't the Fly Fishing and River Rafting Club of Azeroth..? |
| [Sassandra] says: Or in case you're been drinking. |
| Arrish smiles to Ingarath. |
| [Ingarath] says: We gather here regularly to share stories and verse, to speak of ice cream coolant, and to discuss advanced physics. Hm, maybe only when the gnomes are around. |
| [Arrish] says: Drinking; I knew I forgot to buy something. |
| [Flit] says: You can fish for flies? |
| Ingarath whispers to Alerac, "That's Wednesdays. After Orgy Tuesdays, duh." |
| Nim grins wickedly at Flit. |
| Arrish peers at Ingarath. "Tuesdays are /what/?" |
| Traydor pretends that his hearing is not as good as it really is. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| [Alerac] says: That's confidential, ma'am. |
| Flit stifles a giggle. |
| [Ingarath] says: You must have missed the memo, Arrish. |
| [Ingarath] says: ((Sorry, DSL hiccup.)) |
| Mharty mutters. |
| [Ingarath] says: Now, then....who would stand first to entertain and amaze, with a story or verse? |
| Arrish arches an eyebrow and murmurs, "I see." |
| Mharty smirks slyly at Traydor. |
| Ingarath looks around. |
| Nim looks about the circle. |
| [Ingarath] says: ((Sorry, I am consumed by lag at the moment.)) |
| Dahla runs a hand through her hair with a grin. "If people are shy, I can." |
| [Nim] says: Nobody ever wants t'go first. |
| [Ingarath] says: True, very true. |
| [Nyidi] says: I can always plagiar--I mean "adapt" something, but it will take a few minutes. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Ferrah. |
| Alerac mutters "Bloody fire...stays about five seconds.." |
| [Traydor] says: Never been to one of these. Wouldn't know where to start. |
| [Alerac] says: Well, see, you stand up. |
| [Alerac] says: And then, y'talk. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, perhaps we can yield to Dahla. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Flit nods at Alerac. |
| Arrish looks eagerly to Dahla. |
| Dahla shakes her head and chuckles. "All right then." |
| [Dahla] says: Now, I'm sure some of you have heard, by now, a story or two about my friend, the priest. |
| Flit looks up brightly at Dahla. |
| Nim nods at Dahla. |
| Shaun grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| Dahla smiles quietly. "This tale about him happened only a short time ago -- perhaps a year, no more." |
| Arrish settles her weight back on her hands, smiling up at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, deep within the Cathedral of Light lay catacombs. The final resting-place of many heroes, both of Stormwind and of the Alliance -- some saved before the fall of Lordaeron. |
| Dahla looks around the circle, smiling. "But not just heroes lay there. Some people earn the honour through their talents, especially through lasting works. It may surprise you, but interred beneath the Cathedral lays..." |
| [Dahla] says: A goblin. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| Flit blinks at Dahla. |
| [Flit] says: Nuh uh! |
| Nim stares up at Dahla with disbelief. |
| [Aldaeus] says: It seems unlikely... |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Traydor] says: I'd be more supprised if it were an Orc. |
| Dahla nods slowly. "It's true. The greatest goblin composer of all time, Ludwiggle von Beetletovin, resides in the crypts alongside heroes." |
| [Nim] says: Goblin music stinks. |
| Dahla grins at Nim. "You've never heard "Odour of Joy? It's pretty catchy. And... well. There aren't too many goblin composers." |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| Shaun smirks. |
| [Alerac] says: They get halfway through a musical piece before it turns into a schematic for dynamite... |
| [Dahla] says: Regardless, he composed a great number of songs heard in the Church today, and was always reliable -- and indeed, never did manage to blow up the Cathedral. |
| Nim opens his mouth about to say something before shaking his head and just looking up at Dahla, smiling and listening politely. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, where my friend, the priest comes in... well, one night, he heard voices floating up from the catacombs. |
| [Dahla] says: It was the darkest hour of the night, and he had left his quarters to find a new candle as he continued his studies. The voices were soft, but definitely there. |
| Corillya skewers a few slices of conjured bread and toasts them over the campfire. |
| [Dahla] says: So slowly, carefully... he crept down the stairs of the catacombs, through the cool libraries between them and the grand hall. |
| Dahla looks around nervously. "Well. Voices from a resting-place of heroes is rather frightening, as... well... they're dead. And dead people don't tend to be all that talkative." |
| Arrish wrinkles her nose. |
| [Dahla] says: Slowly, he crept deeper, down the dusty, cobwebbed staircase. The voices, now, he could make out what they were saying. |
| Sassandra opens up a small bag of what appears to be round chocolate cookies and nibbles on a few. |
| Nim 's eyes drift over to Sassandra. |
| Flit wiggles expectantly. |
| Nim looks back to Dahla, refocusing himself. |
| Corillya eyes the cookies hungrily. |
| [Dahla] says: "Come on! We'll be the last people to ever see Luwiggle. Think about it! Maybe he was interred with some of his fortune! Or unfinished works! They'll sell for hundreds of gold!" |
| [Dahla] says: Well, my friend, the Priest, was more than a little concerned now, having graverobbers in the Cathedral. He picked up his pace, but it was too late -- he heard the scrape of stone against stone as they pried the casket open. |
| Boan pokes Mharty. Hey! |
| Flit holds her breath. |
| [Dahla] says: He turned the last corner to pounce on the thieves -- but stopped in surprise, as candlelight suddenly flooded the crypt. |
| Nim stares up at Dahla, now captivated by the story. |
| Dahla 's eyes are wide as she describes the sight. "There, sitting upright in his huge (human-sized) casket... was Ludwiggle von Beetletovin himself, with a large eraser in one hand and sheafs of music in the other, furiously scrubbing away their markings." |
| [Dahla] says: The two graverobbers and my friend, the priest, looked at Ludwiggle in shock and amazement. Slowly, the goblin set his items down and scowled at them. |
| Arrish blinks several times. |
| Corillya leans over and whispers to Flit. |
| [Flit] says: He wasn't. . . . a skellington, was he? |
| [Dahla] says: "What... what are you doing, Mister Beetletovin?" ventured one of the thieves, as white as a sheet. |
| Flit leans over to hear Corillya. |
| Dahla bites her lip, looking over at Flit, answering her question and the thief's at the same time. "The same thing you'd be doing if you were dead and buried. Decomposing." |
| Nyidi groans |
| Traydor lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Ingarath slaps his head and groans. |
| Shaun grins wickedly. |
| [Arrish] says: Ugh. Oh, /Dahla/. |
| Flit looks at Dahla and groans. |
| Potar grins at Dahla, and claps. |
| Ingarath whispers, "It burns....It burns...!" |
| Corillya nods matter-of-factly. |
| Potar applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Nim takes a long moment to get it, then grins sheepishly as if he got it all along. |
| Flit applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Dahla grins and makes a small bow, before finding her seat once more. |
| You clap excitedly for Dahla. |
| Sassandra shakes her head and claps. |
| Nyidi claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Arrish applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Ferrah applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Boan eyes Nyidi up and down. |
| Ingarath shakes his head. "You really are a piece of work, Dahla." |
| Nim leans over to Flit, whispering something and pointing to Corillya. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you, Dahla, for yet another soul-crushing pun. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Flit smiles. |
| Sassandra wipes some chocolate off on her dress and makes a small squeak of annoyance at the stain. |
| Pain wants to know the meaning of life. |
| [Ingarath] says: Does anyone else have something they would like to share with us? |
| Ingarath looks around. |
| Pain farts loudly. Whew...what stinks? |
| Nim blinks at Flit. |
| Ingarath 's eyes narrow as he scans the audience. |
| [Alerac] says: I'll be back, folks. I gotta get more wood for the fire. |
| Sassandra looks around the circle, deferentially holding back. |
| Arrish shifts her weight embarassedly. |
| [Arrish] says: I can, uh, light a fire. |
| Dahla grins at Arrish. "Don't spoil his fun." |
| [Ingarath] says: ...I see. |
| [Sassandra] says: Hmmm... well, originality isn't always required, is it? |
| [Arrish] says: Lighting a fire properly is somewhat like telling a story. |
| Ingarath shakes his head. "No, I don't believe it is." |
| Dahla nudges Potar lightly in the side, but then looks across the circle with a smile. |
| [Traydor] says: I could make somethi... er.. tell one of my sea tales.... Would take a bit of time to tell, though. |
| Ingarath nods. "Well, Sassandra first, perhaps...?" |
| Dahla smiles and nods encouragingly. |
| Sassandra lets out a sigh, and quickly pores over some book in her posession. |
| Nim fidgets a little bit. |
| [Sassandra] says: I do collect a bit of poetry here and there, far more than I write. |
| [Sassandra] says: Erm... alright. Let me see... |
| Sassandra dusts herself off and begins scanning. "This is by a man, not a woman, which might shortly be obvious! But it's quite beautiful nonetheless." |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow, listening intently. |
| [Sassandra] says: Oh, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty |
| [Sassandra] says: That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough, |
| [Sassandra] says: As she passed by intent on her womanly duties |
| [Sassandra] says: And she passed without leisure to be wayward of proud |
| [Sassandra] says: Or if she had pride then it was not in her thinking |
| [Sassandra] says: But thoughtless in her body like a flower of good breeding. |
| [Sassandra] says: the first time I saw her spreading coloured linen |
| [Sassandra] says: Beyond the green willow she gave me gentle greeting |
| [Sassandra] says: WIth no more intention than the learning willow tree. |
| Sassandra turns the page. |
| [Sassandra] says: Though she smiles without intention yet from that day forward |
| [Sassandra] says: Her beauty filled like water the four corners of my being, |
| [Sassandra] says: And she rested in my heart like a hare in the form |
| [Sassandra] says: That is shaped to herself. And I that would be singing |
| [Sassandra] says: Or whistling at all times went silently then, |
| [Sassandra] says: Til I drew her aside among straight stems of beeches |
| [Sassandra] says: WHen the blackbird was sleeping and she promised that never |
| Medrith has defeated Siana in a duel |
| [Sassandra] says: The fields would be ripe, but I'd gather all sweetness, |
| [Sassandra] says: A red moon of August would rise on our wedding. |
| Sassandra turns to the last page, pausing a moment. |
| Ingarath smiles softly. |
| [Sassandra] says: October is spreading bright flame among stripped willows, |
| Nim fidgets a bit, still listening to the story and smiling. |
| [Sassandra] says: Low fires of the dogwood burn down to grey water, |
| Arrish listens rather gravely. |
| [Sassandra] says: Light pity me now and all desolate sinners |
| [Dragonsbeard] says: Kum BYE YAAAAAAAA m'LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Ashland nods |
| [Sassandra] says: Demented with beauty! I have blackened my thought |
| [Sassandra] says: In droughts of bad longing, and all brightness goes shrouded |
| [Sassandra] says: Since he came with his rapture of wild words that mirrored |
| [Sassandra] says: Her beauty and made her ungentle and proud. |
| [Sassandra] says: Tonight she will spread her brown hair on his pillow, |
| [Sassandra] says: But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl. |
| Sassandra closes the book and sits back down. |
| You clap excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Dahla applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Nyidi applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Alerac applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel applauds. Bravo! |
| Ferrah applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| [Sassandra] says: Sad... but... I loved it nonetheless. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| [Arrish] says: Aye. |
| Nim waves at Elaran. |
| Ingarath nods. "It was wonderful." |
| Elaran greets everyone warmly. |
| You wave at Elaran. |
| Elaran winks slyly at you. |
| Arrish blinks over to Alerac, Nim, and Flit. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Elaran blinks at the other gnomes. |
| Nim hums nonchalantly. |
| Flit beams. |
| Arrish rubs her eyes, then smiles. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, I believe we now have some volunteers. |
| [Elaran] says: Uhm...you three might want to be careful. |
| [Sassandra] says: Who shrunk them? |
| [Elaran] says: You're small enough that someone might try to stick you in their bags. |
| [Boan] says: No body. We've al just gotten larger! |
| Potar shakes his head and grumbles about engineers. |
| Ingarath wonders what a Nim in a Bag would cost, anyways. |
| Flit looks as though the lake is the most interesting thing she's ever seen. |
| [Alerac] says: Ingarath, if'n no one else wants t'go, I will. |
| Elaran waves at Maripaux. |
| Ingarath nods. |
| [Elaran] says: Hail, silly stabber fellow. |
| [Maripaux] says: ooh, happy fun get togethers.... |
| [Ingarath] says: Alright, Alerac...but I don't know if the rogue there wished to go, still. |
| Flit salutes Maripaux with respect. |
| Nim waves at Maripaux. |
| Flit waves at Jubling. |
| Ingarath looks to Traydor. |
| [Alerac] says: S'alright if he goes first, I don't mind. |
| Boan nudges Nyidi |
| [Traydor] says: Either way. I will end up taking a long time, I am sure. |
| Ingarath looks to Alerac. |
| [Alerac] says: Mines a tad short... |
| Boan thanks Nyidi. |
| [Traydor] says: After you then, mate. |
| Flit waves a belated greeting to Elaran. |
| [Alerac] says: ((And stolen. I'll credit the guy at the end)) |
| Alerac grunts as he gets up. |
| [Alerac] says: Right, right... |
| Dahla looks over at Alerac with a smile. |
| Elaran smiles at Flit. |
| [Nim] says: G'luck, Al! |
| [Alerac] says: Bleh, not used t'this... |
| Alerac slides a cigar out of his pocket and places it in his mouth, striking a match and lighting it. |
| Alerac clears his throat. |
| Flit grins encouragingly to Alerac. |
| [Alerac] says: Just a little...anecdote? Ditty? Dunno what you'd call it. |
| [Alerac] says: Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there. |
| Alerac takes a drag off his cigar |
| [Alerac] says: She once was a true love of mine. |
| Alerac sighs and scratches the back of his head, removing the lens. |
| Arrish tilts her head, watching Alerac curiously. |
| Alerac looks around the group, nodding to himself. |
| [Alerac] says: Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm, when the rivers freeze and summer ends, please see if she's wearing a coat so warm, to keep her from the howlin' winds. |
| Shaun listens attentively. |
| Alerac pauses for a bit, watching the audience. |
| Alerac takes another puff off his cigar, knocking the ashes into the fire. |
| [Alerac] says: Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best. |
| Boan looks at you with crossed eyes. |
| Ashland raises an eyebrow back |
| Nim looks at you. Yes, you. |
| Flit wonders why everyone's looking at her. |
| Alerac takes a final puff of his cigar, tossing the remains into the fire, and looking out over the audience. |
| [Alerac] says: I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night, |
| [Alerac] says: In the brightness of my day. |
| Maripaux is confidant that his brillient disguise will prevent anyone from recognizing him. |
| Alerac watches the audience give eachother odd looks, and shrugs. |
| Alerac looks directly at the audience. |
| [Alerac] says: So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there. |
| [Shalnuinocte] says: ((srry was afk)) |
| Alerac replaces his lens on his head, blinking a couple of times and looking out again. |
| [Alerac] says: She once was a true love of mine. |
| Alerac takes a swig out of his hipflask. |
| [Shalnuinocte] says: (will be back in sec getting son ready for school tomorrow)) |
| Traydor smiles at Alerac. |
| [Alerac] says: Right folks. Thats it. Not too good, but..meh. |
| Boan cheers at Alerac! |
| Elaran smiles at Alerac. |
| [Traydor] says: I liked it. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| [Mharty] says: Awww. |
| Elaran applauds at Alerac. Bravo! |
| [Alerac] says: ((Thanks to Bobby Dylan for that one.)) |
| Arrish smiles. "Pretty." |
| Reinholt claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| Nyidi applauds at Alerac. Bravo! |
| [Flit] says: It was good! |
| You clap excitedly for Alerac. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| Arahshiel applauds. |
| Traydor claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| Dahla smiles warmly, applauding. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| [Shaun] says: It was good. |
| [Elaran] says: Very poetic, Alerac. |
| Ashland claps excitedly. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Maripaux claps excitedly for Alerac. |
| [Nim] says: I liked it! |
| Sassandra claps softly. |
| Alerac clears his throat again |
| [Maripaux] says: Poems are neat! |
| [Alerac] says: Ingarath? NOw I never have to go again. |
| Ingarath looks to Traydor. "Well, how about now? Shall we hear of the sea...?" |
| Elaran chuckles at Alerac. |
| Ingarath grins at Alerac. |
| Mharty settles in for a long tale. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Alerac. |
| [Traydor] says: Heh. Alright. Time to make something up...er.. remember one of my adventures...\\ |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Dahla grins and shifts to listen. |
| Traydor removes his vest, looking a bit nervous. |
| Arrish looks amused. |
| Nim smiles up at Traydor. |
| Flit grins. |
| [Mharty] says: I wanna know about the turtle. |
| [Elaran] says: ...turtle? |
| [Traydor] says: My crew and I..... But no one else knows what leads up to that story. |
| Arahshiel listens intently to Traydor. |
| [Traydor] says: I will tell you that one another time, Mharty. |
| Mharty grins wickedly at Traydor. |
| Dahla gives El'arion a tiny wave, having completely missed his joining the circle, with a sheepish smile. |
| [Traydor] says: Now. My crew and I were sailing off the coast of Durotar. It was a warm summer day. The seas were uncharacteristicly calem. |
| Elarion looks over and smiles at Dahla, acknowledging her wave with a nod. |
| [Traydor] says: From the crow's nest came a loud cry from the lookout. "Cap'n! I think that the Trolls are having a festival of some kind!" |
| [Aingwy] says: sos |
| [Traydor] says: Now, you will have to understand that at that time, my profession was that of a rum runner. A chance to.... liberate.. a bit of wine from the trolls could bring in some good coin. |
| Nim leans forward, listening to the sailors story. |
| Flit scratches her nose. |
| Maripaux motions for his frog to be quiet. The frog ribbets. |
| [Traydor] says: We set ancor and awaited nightfall. The warm night was to give us cover. |
| Shalnuinocte kneels down. |
| [Traydor] says: The landing party was comprised of just seven of my most sneakiest of men and myself. The intended plan was to steal the wine away without them noticing. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Traydor. |
| [Traydor] says: We dropped the ancor of the longboat a few yards off shore. We swam the rest. As we crept up on the beach, we noticed the bright light of many torches and a great bonfire. The trolls were all dancing around, celebrating something. |
| [Vaerwind] says: duck duck goose anyone? |
| Vaerwind giggles. |
| [Traydor] says: We stayed ust out of sight. They danced in circles around the fire. Strange, rhythmic dancing. I admit that I was close to joining in..... |
| [Traydor] says: They beat on drums, many different sounding drums of many pitches. The strange music was entrancing. |
| Nim idly picks at some grass, still listening to the story. |
| [Traydor] says: Then at once, all the music stopped and two trolls stood. A male and a female. The male was across the fire from me, his face lit by the fire. His large tusky smile was pleasant, for a troll. |
| Sassandra gets a trifle fidgety and removes a few sprinkled cookies from her stash. She passes one to Arahshiel. |
| Arahshiel takes the cookie, moving her shroud aside to take a bite. |
| [Traydor] says: The female was between the fire and I. Her figure outlined in flames. She was quite a sight to behold. I was smitten. Her form was lovely.... |
| Traydor begins to get a litle red in the cheeks. |
| Elaran snickers quietly, thinking about where this is going. |
| Sassandra gives Traydor an amused grin. |
| Arrish arches an eyebrow. |
| Flit blinks. |
| Nim fidgets uncomfortably, still listening. |
| Shaun grins and rolls his eyes a bit. |
| Maripaux resists the urge to run around and jump. He never was good at sitting still for long periods of time. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Traydor] says: The two trolls began to dance on opposite sides of the fire. They gazed at eachother from across the flames. I watched her dance. I looked at how he smiled at her. They began to circle the fire together. I.... got distracted.... and stood. |
| Flit grins sympathetically at Maripaux. |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Traydor. |
| [Traydor] says: My moment of foolishness caught his eye, but he did nothing. He continued to dance until he was between the fire and I. |
| [Maripaux] says: Die pigs die! |
| [Traydor] says: He lunged at me. His smile faded fast to a fierce snarl. |
| Sassandra mutters something about humans not being able to compete with male trolls for dancing purposes. |
| [Traydor] says: I drew my blade. I did not want to hurt anyone this night, but he fell quickly.... I saw her cry out for him.... |
| Maripaux throws some boar intestines away. Ick. |
| Sassandra keeps looking over to Maripaux as if deciding whether to give him a cookie or not. |
| Elaran frowns. |
| [Traydor] says: Her eyes welled up. In my heart I know that I had killed her love...... |
| Wendall whispers to Finda. |
| Nim continues listening. |
| [Traydor] says: The torrent of trolls that came at us was downright frightening. I had no time to appologize. No time to say how terrible I felt.... how I wished I could take it back. |
| Alerac exists. |
| [Huar] says: ((Bleh! Nums lock, sorry ;_;)) |
| Finda smiles and nods. |
| Huar licks Mharty. |
| Mharty grins over her shoulder at the cat. |
| [Traydor] says: We ran, hard and fast. We dove in the water and swam until our arms and legs burned. |
| Maripaux looks over at the gnome sitting next to him. Oooh, pretty glowing stick.... |
| Elaran blinks at Maripaux. |
| Elaran peers at Maripaux searchingly. |
| [Traydor] says: As we headed back to the ship, empty handed and heavy hearted, I looked across the water to the shore. I could barely make her out in the moonlight, but I saw her sad face. That is the tradgedy that I brought upon a loving couple one greed filled night. |
| Wendall points at Maripaux. |
| [Maripaux] says: what a sad story.... |
| Finda nods and whispers |
| [Traydor] says: I vowed to never attempt to steal from a celebration of any kind again..... |
| Maripaux hastily covers his face with his hands. |
| Wendall grins and chuckles. |
| [Nim] says: Thas a sad story... and an oddly specific promise... |
| Traydor sits back down. |
| Nim nods quietly. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Maripaux] says: DIE! |
| Elaran sighs and twitches a frown. |
| Ingarath sighs softly. |
| [Alerac] says: The moral...always celebrate. No one will steal stuff from you, then... |
| Huar claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Ferrah applauds at Traydor. Bravo! |
| Arrish nods. |
| Finda claps excitedly. |
| [Maripaux] says: stupid pigs... |
| Sassandra claps for Traydor. |
| Mharty expands the circle again. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Elaran claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Shaun claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Wendall applauds. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| Huar lies down. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you very much for sharing, sir. |
| Arrish claps for Traydor. |
| Elaran flashes a wry grin at Alerac. |
| [Ingarath] says: Potar, I believe you have something you would like to share? |
| Maripaux looks off in the distance. Oooh, shiny... |
| Sassandra suddenly notices the frog next to her and almost jumps out of her seat. |
| Flit beams at Potar. |
| Potar nods to Ingarath, and stands slowly. |
| Nim smiles at Potar. |
| Wendall points at Dahla. |
| Arrish looks to Potar, smiling faintly. |
| Alerac leans over to whisper to Dahla. |
| Elaran smiles at Potar. |
| Dahla grins at Alerac and reaches over to ruffle his hair before turning back to Potar. |
| Huar lies down. |
| Flit waves at Wendall. |
| Flit waves at Finda. |
| Potar stares into the fire. "This is a short poem. It is free-verse. But it was partially inspired by reading from my father's old journal, and partially from my own mind." |
| Finda waves at Flit. |
| Finda smiles at Flit. |
| Wendall waves at Flit. |
| Finda waves at Nim. |
| Huar falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| Wendall smiles. |
| Huar falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. |
| Nim waves at Finda. |
| Nim waves at Wendall. |
| Mharty waves at Finda. |
| Finda grins |
| You listen intently to Potar. |
| Finda waves at Mharty. |
| [Potar] says: Dedication to the cause; I stand and wait for her. |
| Wendall nods to Dahla. |
| Huar wakes up as Potar begins talking. |
| Arahshiel leans back on her hands, arching her back in a small stretch. |
| [Potar] says: I watch the horizon, making sure I see her when she comes near. |
| [Potar] says: A Warrior I am; yet a lover, I am more. |
| Wendall waves at Mharty. |
| [Potar] says: I am a man that will devote himself if she is true to me. |
| Mharty nods to Wendall a bit. |
| [Potar] says: Every embrace will be magical. |
| [Potar] says: Every kiss like a small spell; meaning to lull us further into this dream. |
| Wendall smiles at Potars words. |
| Elaran lies down. |
| Potar Potar's eyes begin to twinkle a bit against the firelight. |
| [Maripaux] says: PIG! |
| Elaran closes her eyes with a smile. |
| [Potar] says: ...I must wake up for now. I must continue my journey. |
| Arrish shushes Maripaux. |
| Wendall winks at Finda. |
| [Potar] says: She will come, but I must be patient. I must fight my Demons. I must defend my Faith. |
| Finda gently wipes Goretusk bits off her tabard. |
| [Potar] says: One day, my quest will come to its end. One day, I will find the Chalice of Light in my life. |
| [Potar] says: When that happens, this Paladin will finally be at peace. |
| Ashland smiles |
| Potar looks up and around, then bows. |
| Flit applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Nyidi applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Finda applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Elaran smiles at Potar. |
| Alerac applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Potar bows down graciously. |
| Arrish applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Elaran applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| You clap excitedly for Potar. |
| Dahla smiles and applauds loudly. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Wendall claps excitedly. |
| Sassandra claps for Potar. |
| Maripaux claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Traydor. |
| [Alerac] says: Just as the bloody fire went out, too... |
| Huar applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Ingarath stands slowly. |
| Nyidi bites her lip in concentration as she writes the last of a very, very unoriginal story. |
| Ingarath frowns, shaking himself, as if awakening from a dream. |
| [Ingarath] says: Hmm. I believe I have something to share. |
| [Alerac] says: Your budding homosexuality/ |
| [Alerac] says: ..? |
| Dahla looks up at Ingarath with a smile. "By all means, please do." |
| [Elaran] says: Ingarath is straight, I assure you. |
| Mharty gawks at Alerac. |
| Wendall blinks. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Arrish blinks. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, Elaran. |
| Elaran shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Elaran] says: Vote, nothing. I know it. |
| Dahla grins over at Alerac. "Mmhmm, Ingarath likes women very much." |
| Elarion grins wickedly at Elaran. |
| Traydor tries to laugh qietly and snorts. |
| Ingarath is suddenly blushing. |
| [Ingarath] says: Uh. Er. |
| Nim snickers a bit, looking between everyone. |
| [Elaran] says: You were going to share something? |
| Alerac mutters "S'as straight as a ball of string, he is.." |
| Ingarath nods suddenly, pulling a leather book from his pack, flipping pages. |
| [Ingarath] says: Alerac, you're just jealous because you have to summon demons to keep warm at night. |
| Elaran bonks Alerac on the noggin. Doh! |
| [Alerac] says: Blah. |
| [Alerac] says: I'm a shoe cobbler. That's slander. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Maripaux] says: I like shoes... |
| Arrish mouths, "Shoe cobbler." |
| Arahshiel mutters something about the positive aspects od demons versus men. |
| Ingarath exhales suddenly, finding his page, seeming slightly nervous. |
| [Elaran] says: Al, Ingarath is my seducing boy. Mess with him under peril of feeling sheepish. |
| Dahla hoots softly at Elaran, grinning. |
| [Alerac] says: Duly noted. |
| Sassandra gives Elaran a confused look. "Seducing boy?" |
| Ingarath opens his mouth to speak, but then....simply turns red and plows ahead anyways. |
| [Ingarath] says: On a dusty road in a empty plain, |
| [Ingarath] says: He stops, and looks inwards once more, |
| Arrish watches Ingarath with interest. |
| [Ingarath] says: What does he find there? |
| [Sassandra] says: Pie? |
| [Ingarath] says: A rusted oracle, a dead muse buried, |
| [Ingarath] says: Intimate threads torn by jagged blade. |
| [Ingarath] says: Chasm now yawns in cold, open air, |
| Traydor smiles at Finore. |
| [Ingarath] says: blackest depths tempt pale eyes, |
| [Ingarath] says: He's fast, but not fast enough. |
| [Ingarath] says: In truth, perhaps, he had struck too fiercely, |
| [Ingarath] says: Cold rapier met his hand, explosively unleashed, |
| [Ingarath] says: Cornered, feeling betrayed, he had lashed out, |
| Maripaux shakes his fist at Great Goretusk. Damn pigs....damn them all to hell! |
| [Ingarath] says: Darkest, coldest ice rising to faraway infinite. |
| [Ingarath] says: Drained, he turned away, and walked in silence. |
| [Ingarath] says: Later, in the depths of tempest, |
| [Ingarath] says: Considering the passage of yet more time, |
| [Ingarath] says: That unending, ceaseless battle, |
| [Ingarath] says: the struggle to invoke what we may, |
| [Ingarath] says: for the pleasure and art of many, or One, |
| [Ingarath] says: before our idle play and whispers cease, |
| Medrith has defeated Siana in a duel |
| Arahshiel listens, shifting a bit where she sits, a hand straying along the edge of the hood that covers her face. |
| [Ingarath] says: before our voices fail us, and turn to rattle, |
| [Ingarath] says: before our hands cannot build any longer... |
| [Ingarath] says: He hears Her voice. |
| [Ingarath] says: A siren call of ancient dulcet tone |
| [Ingarath] says: is heard deep in a turbulent dark heart. |
| Ashland glances back |
| [Ingarath] says: Frowning, tears rushing to his tired eyes, |
| [Ingarath] says: Light finally rushing to the surface, |
| [Ingarath] says: Ice recedes for a brief moment, |
| [Ingarath] says: Whole again, to reflect and contemplate. |
| [Ingarath] says: Yes, he had been rash, and struck blindly, |
| [Ingarath] says: but so had she, and it had hurt the most. |
| [Ingarath] says: The blue ice grew and grew and grew, |
| [Ingarath] says: Roar of eloquent logic tempering fine blade, |
| [Ingarath] says: He stepped aside, let the sword speak for him, |
| [Ingarath] says: HIs blood coarsing with newfound malevolence. |
| [Ingarath] says: In time, it had faded, rose drawing inward, |
| [Ingarath] says: She had said nothing, run away, talked in shadow, |
| [Ingarath] says: Just as it had always been, and always shall be. |
| [Ingarath] says: He travelled the road again, in search of a theory. |
| [Ingarath] says: In his torn hands, a crumpled mirror of a letter, |
| [Ingarath] says: Perish the thought that it had an effect, |
| [Ingarath] says: Children, put down the toys of men. |
| [Ingarath] says: The ice rose again, ever rising, |
| [Ingarath] says: Demanding to conquer the world and destroy the gods, |
| [Ingarath] says: The light blinding now, he falls to the ground in pain, |
| [Ingarath] says: A hand reaches upwards, crushed under mailed boot, |
| Geum has defeated Alagarn in a duel |
| [Ingarath] says: A feeble riposte met with endless singing steel. |
| Cogitatus runs up to the circle. |
| [Ingarath] says: Breathe, release....flow. |
| [Ingarath] says: He awoke silently under a full moon. |
| Cogitatus looks around. |
| [Ingarath] says: He could not change the past, |
| [Ingarath] says: Nor turn old wounds into silent joy, |
| Cogitatus kneels before Wendall. |
| [Ingarath] says: Nor reverse the needle in Fate's ghostly hand, |
| Arrish listens to Ingarath, frowning very faintly. |
| [Ingarath] says: For that was not his position, after all. |
| Sassandra shoos the frog away, giving its owner a disappointed frown. |
| [Ingarath] says: He was meaningless beneath their might, |
| [Ingarath] says: Their weight, their total existence, |
| Cogitatus kneels before Flit. |
| [Ingarath] says: Or so they had thought, when in fact, |
| Flit looks up at Cogitatus. |
| [Ingarath] says: Their totems had turned to dust after consideration, |
| Flit blinks at Cogitatus. |
| [Ingarath] says: Meaningless words piled sky high had evaporated, |
| Maripaux motions for the frog to sit next to him. The frog gives no indication that it understands. |
| Cogitatus kneels before Mharty. |
| [Ingarath] says: Amidst a cool sidestep from razor's edge, |
| Huar whispers to Mharty. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mind's eye more eloquent than any word may ever be. |
| [Ingarath] says: He protects against the return of the dark ice. |
| Ingarath closes his book, and falls silent. |
| Mharty glances back at Cogitatus. |
| Mharty sighs. |
| Cogitatus walks around, whispering to the Crimson Hounds. |
| Huar lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Maripaux claps excitedly for you. |
| Ashland applauds. Bravo! |
| Nyidi applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Huar claps excitedly. |
| Corillya smiles. |
| Alerac applauds. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel applauds. |
| Sassandra thinks hard for a moment, then claps. |
| Dahla sits quietly, thoughtful, before slowly clapping. |
| Arrish sighs softly, and claps for Ingarath. |
| Cogitatus kneels before Flit. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you for listening, as always. Who will rise next? |
| [Corillya] says: Interesting... |
| Cogitatus whispers to Flit. |
| Nim eavesdrops. |
| Flit whispers to Cogitatus. |
| [Arahshiel] says: I have something small. |
| [Ingarath] says: By all means, then. |
| You clap excitedly for Arahshiel. |
| Arahshiel rises to her feel in a smooth motion. |
| Sassandra eyes Cogitatus expectantly. |
| Arahshiel looks over the audience briefly. |
| [Sassandra] says: You mihgt want to move out of the boar... |
| [Arahshiel] says: As was Sassandra's earlier, this was written by a man. |
| Ashland stands and slips away |
| [Arahshiel] says: Divine destroyer, pity me no more, |
| [Arahshiel] says: Or else more pity me; |
| [Arahshiel] says: Give me more love, ah quickly give me some more, |
| Cogitatus kneels before Wendall. |
| Flit looks apologetically at Nim and Corillya. |
| [Arahshiel] says: Or else more cruelty! |
| Flit whispers to Nim. |
| Nim glances over at Flit as she stands. |
| [Arahshiel] says: For left thus as I am, |
| [Arahshiel] says: My heart is ice and flame; |
| Nim frowns with disappointment at Flit. |
| Corillya eyes Flit curiously. |
| [Arahshiel] says: And languishing thus I |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Corillya. |
| [Arahshiel] says: Can neither live nor die! |
| [Arahshiel] says: Your glories are eclips'd, and hidden in the grave |
| [Arahshiel] says: Of this indifferency; |
| Nim frowns and nods to Corillya. |
| Corillya leans over and whispers back... |
| [Arahshiel] says: And, Celia, you can neither altars have, |
| [Arahshiel] says: Not I a deity; |
| Arahshiel clears her throat.... "NOR I a deity;" |
| [Arahshiel] says: They are aspects divine |
| [Arahshiel] says: That still or smile or shine, |
| [Arahshiel] says: Or , like th' offended sky, |
| [Arahshiel] says: Frown death immediately. |
| Arahshiel gives a small bow before returning to her seat. |
| Elaran hugs you. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Arahshiel. |
| Nyidi applauds at Arahshiel. Bravo! |
| Ingarath grins, and returns the hug. |
| Maripaux claps excitedly. |
| Alerac applauds at Great Goretusk. Bravo! |
| Potar claps excitedly for Arahshiel. |
| Nim claps excitedly. |
| You clap excitedly for Arahshiel. |
| Sassandra claps for Arah. |
| [Ingarath] says: That was...wonderful. |
| Corillya applauds politely. |
| Ingarath looks around. |
| [Sassandra] says: The Hounds appear to have departed en force. |
| Ingarath nods. "I wonder if something has happened...." |
| Arrish looks around rather surprisedly. |
| Maripaux relaxes after the last of the Hounds is gone. |
| [Ingarath] says: News from Stormwind, perhaps...? |
| [Alerac] says: A murder most fowl? |
| Elaran bonks Alerac on the noggin. Doh! |
| Ingarath frowns. |
| Ingarath mutters something about fire and liberal application. |
| Corillya closes her eyes and wrings her hands, whispering indiscernably to herself. |
| Arrish rubs her forehead. |
| [Elaran] says: You're so punny, Al. |
| Ingarath looks up again. |
| Elaran snickers at Alerac. |
| [Alerac] says: What? What? |
| [Alerac] says: Bleh. |
| [Ingarath] says: Who wishes to go next? And save us from Alerac? |
| [Alerac] says: Never quite understood that phrase. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Nyidi] says: I have a story, though it's very unoriginal |
| [Alerac] says: jackass. |
| [Ingarath] says: You love it. |
| Ingarath looks to Nyidi. "Oh, please, by all means!" |
| [Nyidi] says: There have been many Human kings, and many princesses, but few had as many suitors as Princess Orphala. |
| Corillya breaks her trance and leans over to whisper to Nim. |
| Elaran mutters something about Al and Ingarath together, then starts cackling quietly. |
| [Nyidi] says: It was the King's fault. He was a very traditional king, so naturally he announced a contest for his daughter's hand in marriage. |
| [Nyidi] says: As a traditionalist, he was very protective of his daughter, and he didn't actually want anyone to win the contest, at least not until his daughter was 30 or perhaps 40 years old. |
| [Nyidi] says: So he made the contest fiendishly difficult. He said that whoever showed him something fairer than his daughter would win her hand in marriage. |
| [Nyidi] says: This was fairly clever for a King, since it is surprisingly difficult to court a woman by pointing out something more fair. |
| [Nyidi] says: Men who brought other women as something "more fair" were easily rejected. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Nyidi] says: Those who brought jewels and fancy cloth and trinkets were rejected almost as easily. |
| [Nyidi] says: Slightly wiser men brought cute animals, like kittens and unicorns. |
| [Nyidi] says: These men lasted longer, but all the King had to do to get rid of them was point at his daughter and ask: |
| [Elaran] says: They should have won. |
| [Nyidi] says: "Is that puppy really more fair? Have you ever seen anything as beaufitul in your life?" |
| [Nyidi] says: The men would shake their heads, try to recapture their animals, and head back home. |
| Potar did not move. |
| [Nyidi] says: But there was one clever man, maybe even as clever as Mellor, who was the son of an even cleverer man. More... clever... er. Yes. |
| Arrish either. |
| [Corillya] says: The smart man would have brought nothing. |
| [Nyidi] says: Anyway, his name was Alister and his father was also Alister. |
| Elaran blinks at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: Alister and Alister set out to see the King and, even though they did not appear to have brought anything "fair," they were granted an audience. |
| Arrish smiles to Nyidi at the mention of Mellor. |
| [Nyidi] says: The King demanded to know what fair thing they brought, and Alister (Jr) said, "My father." |
| [Nyidi] says: Now Alister (Sr) was never a particularly handsome man, and he had a few years behind him, so this response resulted in a long round of laughter from the court (Humans didn't have much entertainment in those days). |
| Jarrick waves at Skif. |
| Arrish glances sidelong to Skif, and nods to him. |
| [Nyidi] says: When the laughter died down, the King demanded an explanation. It was an insult to his daughter, he said, to claim this old man was more beautiful. |
| Skif grins over at Jarrick with a jaunty wave, beckoning him towards the circle. |
| [Nyidi] says: But, as Alister (Jr) pointed out, the King did not ask for something more beautiful, but something more fair. He said that his father was the fairest man he knew, perhaps the fairest man there ever was. |
| Elaran grins. |
| [Nyidi] says: Since the King and his court hadn't heard such a good joke for several months (Humans didn't have much entertainment in those days), the King choose to humor the Alisters and asked them to demonstrate Alister's (Sr) fairness. |
| [Nyidi] says: The King brought in many of his subjects who had disputes either with the crown or with each other. The Alisters heard their pleas and said what they would do to solve the dispute. |
| [Nyidi] says: Although it began as entertainment (Humans didn't have much entertainment in those days), the King and the court eventually had to agree that Alister (Sr) was a very fair man indeed. |
| [Nyidi] says: Only the most wicked and selfish men were disappointed with his suggestions and solutions. |
| [Nyidi] says: So the King said that they could stay at the court and advise him on difficult cases until he decided whether Alister (Sr) was really more "fair" than his daughter. |
| [Nyidi] says: But as the days became weeks and months, the King grew worried. The Alisters were fair, wise, and popular among the court, and the King was pleased with their judgements. |
| [Nyidi] says: But he was less pleased with them as suitors. The King thought his daughter looked on Alister Jr. with too much favor. |
| Elaran listens intently to Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: Of course, she never made any overt gestures when her father was around, but there was a glint in her eye, and a few glances and smiles that lasted a bit too long... |
| [Nyidi] says: The King himself was not fairer than his daughter, either Alister, or even a Voodoo-worshiping Troll. |
| [Nyidi] says: So the Alisters were bannished from the kingdom, and after a brief half-hearted protest, the court once again grew bored and wondered if they'd ever have a prince or even another suitor as entertaining as the Alisters. |
| Skif leans back on his palms with a grin at Arrish, before turning his attention back to the storyteller. |
| [Nyidi] says: Or if they'd return to the endless parade of pretty things. |
| [Nyidi] says: But fortunately (for the story, not for him), the King died later that year in an accident involving a hedgehog, a tapestry, and a staircase. |
| Elaran blinks at Nyidi. |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| Traydor quietly snickers to himself. |
| Elaran snickers at Nyidi. |
| [Nyidi] says: So The Princess became The Queen, and, after a suitable mourning period, she summoned the Alisters back to the capital. |
| [Nyidi] says: Queen Orphala and King Alister were married soon thereafter. I suppose they lived happily--and fairly, of course!--but the story just ends there, so I don't really know. |
| Elaran giggles at Nyidi. |
| Elaran applauds at Nyidi. Bravo! |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly. |
| You clap excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Nyidi. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Skif applauds at Nyidi. Bravo! |
| Sassandra looks as if she's waiting for a punchline, then grins and applauds politely. |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Elaran] says: They never gave the father a chance to court the girl...that's not fair. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. |
| [Sassandra] says: You think she liked older men? |
| Elaran lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Elaran] says: Guess it really was a bad joke. |
| [Arrish] says: Very awkward, competing against one's own father. |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Indeed. |
| Arahshiel replaces her hood and quietly excuses herself from the company. |
| You wave at Arahshiel. |
| [Sassandra] says: I've seen worse... especially after the 2nd war ended when women were.. a bit more scarce. |
| Arahshiel bows before you. |
| Elaran waves goodbye to Arahshiel. Farewell! |
| Ingarath yawns. |
| [Ingarath] says: Mm, excuse me. |
| [Elaran] says: 'twas an attempt at humorous wordplay...but I think it was dead on arrival. |
| Ingarath looks around the circle. |
| [Ingarath] says: Does anyone else have something they would like us to hear? |
| Skif quirks a brow at Ingarath and nods. |
| [Nyidi] says: Actually, now that I think about it, I just heard that the Queen married Alister. The story doesn't say which one... |
| Ingarath looks to Skif. "Hey, I know you." |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Skif smirks at Ingarath. "How could you forget a member of the Order of the Spinny Hats?" |
| [Ingarath] says: How, indeed. |
| Elaran blinks at Skif. |
| [Ingarath] says: By all means...spin a tale, and leave the hat behind. |
| [Sassandra] says: This circle is ... eye shaped. |
| [Alerac] says: No it aint. |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| [Alerac] says: S'a banana. |
| [Corillya] says: Most pupils aren't orange and burning. |
| Nim nods at Corillya. |
| [Corillya] says: Not healthy ones anyway. |
| [Ingarath] says: Unless there's been too much drinking...right. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| Skif clears his throat, smirking. |
| Sassandra grins at Corillya. |
| [Nim] says: Also... they don't have gapin' holes in part of them. |
| [Corillya] says: Tear duct? |
| Nim points over to the space between Corillya and Sassandra. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in a bedding store. |
| [Corillya] says: Maybe the burning pupil scorched off the eyelashes there. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for a featherbed. I asked her which kind she'd adore. |
| Ingarath has a feeling he knows where this is headed. |
| [Skif] says: "Goose," she said, so goose 'er I did, and I don't work there anymore. |
| Arrish arches her eyebrows, listening to Skif. |
| Elaran giggles at Skif. |
| Corillya blinks at Skif. |
| Nyidi laughs. |
| Skif winks at Elaran. |
| Sassandra blinks a few times. |
| [Corillya] says: How... crude. |
| [Elaran] says: Cute. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in a hat store. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for a hat. I asked her which kind she'd adore. |
| [Skif] says: "Felt," she said, and felt 'er I did, and I don't work there anymore. |
| Corillya groans. |
| Elaran lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Skif flashes Corillya an innocent smile. |
| Arrish covers a smile with her hand. |
| Potar chuckles lightly. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in a cake store. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for a cake. I asked her which kind she'd adore. |
| [Skif] says: "Layer," she said, so lay 'er I did, and I don't work there anymore. |
| Corillya gasps! |
| Arrish coughs. |
| Skif shrugs helplessly. |
| [Traydor] says: I saw that coming.... |
| Nim looks down at the ground, blushing and picking at the grass. |
| Sassandra rolls her eyes but laughs anyway. |
| Alerac chuckles to himself. |
| Traydor quietly snickers to himself. |
| [Corillya] says: Scandalous! |
| [Elaran] says: Was she pretty? |
| Skif nods at Elaran. "Not as pretty as you, dear." |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Skif. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in an engineering store. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| [Corillya] says: I like this verse already.. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for some hardware. I asked her which kind she'd adore. |
| [Skif] says: "Nails," she said, and nail 'er I did, and I don't work there anymore. |
| Elaran chuckles at Skif. |
| You laugh at Skif. |
| Ingarath is laughing out loud. |
| Corillya facepalms. |
| Skif looks up at the sky, grinning. |
| Arrish smothers a laugh. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in a grocery store. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for some fruit. I asked her what kind she'd adore. |
| [Skif] says: "Plum," she said, so plum 'er I did, and I don't work there anymore. |
| Sassandra groans at the last bad pun. |
| Corillya whispers to Nim. |
| Ingarath twitches. |
| Elaran sighs at Skif. |
| Maripaux laughs. |
| Skif chuckles softly. |
| You clap excitedly for Skif. |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Corillya. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I worked in a chocolate store. |
| [Skif] says: I used to work in Gilneas. I did -- but I don't anymore. |
| Corillya giggles at Nim. |
| [Skif] says: A lady came by for some truffles. I asked her which kind she'd adore. |
| [Corillya] says: Oh no... |
| [Skif] says: "Liquor," she said, and lick 'er I did. And I don't work there anymore. |
| Elaran cackles maniacally at Skif. |
| Skif smirks and takes a bow, satisfied. |
| Maripaux laughs. |
| Skif bows down graciously. |
| [Ingarath] says: ....Oy. |
| Elaran applauds at Skif. Bravo! |
| [Nyidi] says: Just as a... precaution, where do you work now? |
| [Maripaux] says: Now that was my kind of story! |
| You laugh at Nyidi. |
| Potar can't help but chuckle and clap for Skif. |
| Maripaux claps excitedly. |
| Nim looks up finally, hearing it end, and claps politely. |
| [Maripaux] says: bravo, bravo! |
| [Elaran] says: You know, with all the women you've attempted to seduce, you could have married money and not had to work. |
| Sassandra claps politely as well. |
| Alerac cheers at Skif! |
| Arrish applauds Skif, though she's shaking her head in amused mock-disapproval. |
| Ingarath nods at Elaran. |
| Skif winks at Nyidi. "Southshore. Do stop by." |
| Maripaux laughs. |
| Ingarath shakes his head. |
| [Maripaux] says: eh? |
| [Maripaux] says: well. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, er...Thank you, Skif. |
| You laugh at Skif. |
| Elaran grins at Skif. |
| Arrish leans over and murmurs to Skif. |
| [Ingarath] says: It is getting rather late. Should we call it an evening...or are there a few stragglers who have been waiting to share with us? |
| [Alerac] says: In other words...should I bother t'light another fire for you ungrateful jerks? |
| [Elaran] says: Awww... |
| Maripaux laughs. |
| Alerac glares around at the circile. |
| Elaran hugs Alerac. |
| [Ingarath] says: But, Alerac. You position the wood just so. |
| Elaran comforts Alerac. |
| Alerac also glares at the circle. |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Alerac] says: ...Ingarath, and you claim t'be straight? |
| [Traydor] says: Thank you, O' keeper of the flame! |
| [Elaran] says: It wouldn't be story night without you lighting the fires, Al. |
| Maripaux laughs. |
| Ingarath smirks and shrugs. |
| [Sassandra] says: That.. was a bad choice of words, Ingarath. |
| Skif grins merrily at Arrish, murmuring, "Fashion, dear. Come ask for a jumper." |
| Arrish gives Alerac a sweet smile. |
| [Ingarath] says: Intentional, Sassandra. Everything is intentional. |
| Alerac slides a cigar out of his pocket and places it in his mouth, striking a match and lighting it. |
| Elaran snickers at you. |
| Maripaux jumps up and down....for no reason, apparently. |
| Arrish arches her eyebrows at Skif. "Or pants?" |
| [Alerac] says: He's tryin to seduce me, I think. |
| [Elaran] says: I think I'm going to call it a night. |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, it appears that we should bring the evening to an end, and release into this wonderful night air. Any object.... |
| Ingarath looks to Arrish. "Alrighty then." |
| [Elaran] says: He won't seduce you, Al. |
| Potar nods in agreement to Ingarath. |
| Ingarath smiles at Potar. |
| Skif eyes Arrish critically a moment, before nodding. "That'd do, too." |
| [Ingarath] says: Let me thank you all once again for listening, and especially to those who were willing to share a bit of themselves with all of us. |
| Arrish laughs! |
| [Ingarath] says: Preferably, with pants. |
| Elaran smiles at you. |
| Elaran cheers! |
| Arrish smiles sweetly at Ingarath. |
| You bow down graciously. |
| Skif smirks at Ingarath. "Don't look at me. I came fully clothed." |
| [Alerac] says: Next week is pants optional, right man? |
| Ingarath considers this. |
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