| Nim runs up, panting. | |
| Ilithiel waves at Nim. | |
| [Nim] says: We're not late, are we? | |
| Dobbins bows before you. | |
| Mharty waves at Nim. | |
| Mharty waves at you. | |
| [Sarinola] says: Nim! | |
| [Ilithiel] says: We haven't begun yet, no. | |
| [Nim] says: Good then! | |
| Dobbins sees the gnome's uniform. | |
| You wave at Mharty. | |
| Nim greets everyone with a hearty hello! | |
| [Nim] says: Hi guys! | |
| [Mharty] says: I get to keep Funky, right? | |
| [Dobbins] says: another Crimson Hound? | |
| Mharty peers at you searchingly. | |
| [Flit] says: Hi! | |
| Nim grins at the belated greeting. | |
| Mharty waves at Veras. | |
| Neia looks at Nim, nods a little hesitantly, lost in thought about something | |
| Flit looks puzzled at the question and nods. | |
| [Mharty] says: Hello Father. | |
| Veras waves at Mharty. | |
| [Veras] says: Hello, hello. | |
| Dobbins looks over at Veras. | |
| Nothus smiles at Guntarr. | |
| [Nothus] says: Hello my friend. | |
| Veras stretches | |
| [Guntarr] says: Ah, hello there. | |
| Nim looks around at everyone gathered. | |
| [Nothus] says: Glad you made it, Guntarr. | |
| [Dobbins] says: Quite a group we have here. | |
| Flit wonders where the fire will be this time. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Seems a bit different every time I show up. | |
| [Nim] says: I dun see Ingarath... | |
| [Flit] says: Is he hostin' tonight, or Dahla? | |
| Nim shrugs at you. Who knows? | |
| Veras sneezes | |
| [Nim] says: I dun see Dahla either... | |
| [Guntarr] says: Yes, well, Ohuxael requested I come earlier today. | |
| [Veras] says: Well if push comes to shove we can always start without them. | |
| [Veras] says: I'd give them a few more minutes though, just in case and all that. | |
| Nim nods at Veras. | |
| [Nothus] says: And you actually listened? | |
| Nothus grins wickedly. | |
| Sassandra looks to the rahter large cats standing guard. | |
| [Guntarr] says: I listen to everyone. | |
| You smile at Mharty. | |
| [Nothus] says: I know, I know. I just like to give Ohu a hard time. | |
| Flit lets her twitching backpack open. | |
| Ohuxael nods and frowns. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Mm hm. | |
| Nim waves at Mechanical Squirrel. | |
| Guntarr sets his hands at the sides of his helmet and with a good tug, he lefts it from his head. | |
| [Nim] says: Hi! | |
| [Guntarr] says: Ah.. | |
| [Neia] says: Err, you're Nim, yes? | |
| Nim looks to Neia and nods. | |
| Neia looks to the gnome next to her | |
| [Nim] says: Yup! | |
| Sassandra looks over to Guntarr. "Feels good to let your head breathe, does it?" | |
| Neia relaxes slightly | |
| Mharty rests her head on Ohuxael's shoulder. | |
| [Neia] says: Ah, it's been a while. | |
| [Nim] says: ...It has? | |
| Nim looks at Neia, confused. | |
| [Neia] says: Well, yes. We met once before. You.. er, rescued me. That whole abduction thing. | |
| Guntarr looks to the woman across the circle and gives a nod of his head in reply. In fact, that helmet was quite uncomfortable. | |
| Sassandra watches the pet chicken in front of Tristan with amusement. | |
| [Nim] says: Oh! | |
| [Nim] says: I remember you now! | |
| [Veras] says: We need to summon our host, catch up while chanting. | |
| [Nim] says: S'cuse me fer just a minute... | |
| You blink at Nim. | |
| Neia nods | |
| Dobbins looks over at Veras again. | |
| Tristan follows the chicken with his eyes as it dances and plays before him. | |
| Veras dusts off his hands | |
| Nim waves at Ingarath. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Can the chicken do any... tricks? Like pick winning poker hands? | |
| Mharty waves at Ingarath. | |
| You wave at Ingarath. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Hello, everyone! | |
| Ilithiel greets Ingarath warmly. | |
| Dobbins bows before Ingarath. | |
| Myvanor pokes Jubling. Hey! | |
| Neia smiles at Ingarath | |
| Nim waves at Alerac. | |
| [Nim] says: Hiya Al! | |
| Jorngen waves. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, we have quite a crowd already...this is great! | |
| Tristan looks up from the chicken and waves to Sassandra. | |
| Veras glances at Alerac and smiles as he nods to him in greeting | |
| [Alerac] says: Evenin, folks... | |
| [Flit] says: Hi! | |
| [Alerac] says: ...so. S'quiet. Am I missin somethin? | |
| Jorngen greets Tolkad warmly. | |
| [Mharty] says: We're all whispering about you. | |
| [Nim] says: Nothin' that I know 'bout! | |
| Tolkad greets Jorngen with a hearty hello! | |
| Veras shrugs slightly | |
| You salute Tolkad with respect. | |
| Mharty nods at Alerac. | |
| Nim grins at Mharty. | |
| [Ingarath] says: ((I am incredibly laggy, apologies)) | |
| Tolkad stands at attention and salutes. | |
| [Veras] says: It's a nice inght out, personally I enjoy the quiet. | |
| [Neia] says: Just a moment of hush before things get started, I imagine. | |
| [Veras] says: *night | |
| Veras leans back and rolls his head around | |
| Ingarath nods at Veras. | |
| Nim has invited you to join a group. | |
| Dobbins watches Veras out of the corner of his eye. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Everyone is composing their thoughts, obviously. | |
| Ingarath smiles. | |
| Trinn waves around the circle. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Everyone *should* be, yes....whether or not they will, that's another story. | |
| [Alerac] says: Evenin, Trinn. | |
| Ingarath waves at Trinn. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Hmph | |
| [Trinn] says: Hello, Al. Everyone. | |
| Ingarath laughs. | |
| [Flit] says: Hi! | |
| [Nim] says: Hiya Trinn! | |
| [Trinn] says: Small circle. I'll form a second ring. | |
| Trinn grins. | |
| You giggle at Trinn. | |
| [Sassandra] says: We could just spread out a little. | |
| Trinn waves a hand. | |
| [Trinn] says: Others will come. Enjoy the fire. | |
| [Dobbins] says: what fire? | |
| [Sassandra] says: The imaginary one. That burns within us all, obviously. | |
| [Dobbins] says: ah, of course. | |
| Ilithiel nudges the jubling with his foot. | |
| Myvanor smiles at Kiyuri. | |
| Kiyuri smiles at Myvanor. | |
| Mharty gets comfortable leaning on Ohuxael again. | |
| Ingarath looks around the circle and smiles. | |
| Nim reaches into a pouch at his side and withdraws a muffin - which he promptly begins eating. | |
| Mharty blinks at Ohuxael. | |
| Nothus smirks slyly at Sarinola. | |
| Sarinola smiles at Nothus. | |
| Neia absentmindedly removes her goggles, and starts adjusting something on them | |
| Kiyuri eyes the jubling curiously. | |
| Sassandra leans back and munches on some dried fruits. | |
| [Sarinola] says: You should really take off that mask hun... | |
| [Ingarath] says: I think we'll get started in a few minutes. | |
| [Nothus] says: Oh, allright. | |
| Nim whispers to Flit loudly. "S'too quiet..." | |
| Flit fidgets impatiently. | |
| [Sassandra] says: No one is very chatty tonight, it seems. | |
| Alerac exists. | |
| Flit nods to Nim. | |
| Tolkad takes the time to tinker with his left arm | |
| Tristan has the urge to play duck, duck, goose for some odd reason. | |
| Ingarath doubts Alerac's existence. | |
| [Sassandra] says: More elves and people in uniform tonight, might be why. | |
| Alerac proves his existance with a heavy bout of hardcore existing. | |
| Veras sneezes | |
| [Alerac] says: Bless ou. | |
| [Mharty] says: Bless you. | |
| [Alerac] says: Erm. You. | |
| [Veras] says: Thanks. | |
| Neia becomes increasingly absorbed in adjusting her goggles. | |
| Tristan shifts in his seat for a moment until the chicken is comfortable. | |
| Trinn scowls at Veras. "Veras? Seen that cat lately?" | |
| Veras glances to Trinn | |
| [Veras] says: Eh? Cat? | |
| Veras tilts his head and furrows his brow | |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Flit. | |
| Trinn nods. "The one I liberated from you for its own good. That one." | |
| Flit nods and grins. | |
| [Ilithiel] says: Hrm.. | |
| Flit nods. | |
| Tolkad gently pats Jubling. | |
| Veras wrinkles his nose | |
| Myvanor giggles at Jubling. | |
| [Veras] says: No, haven't seen that cat for... a long time, thankfully. | |
| Tristan waves to the gnomes to his right. | |
| Ingarath looks back at Nim. "Howdy." | |
| Kiyuri smirks at Myvanor. | |
| Trinn does not look entirely trusting, but nods. | |
| [Ilithiel] says: So, Ohuxael. It's been a while! | |
| [Nim] says: Hi there! | |
| Flit beams at Ingarath. | |
| [Myvanor] says: He's hungry, but I ran out of nightcrawlers. | |
| [Veras] says: Damn furball threw up on my scrolls once. | |
| [Dobbins] says: I've never seen frogs like that before. | |
| [Ohuxael] says: I know Ilithiel. | |
| [Nim] says: We wanted t'ask y'somethin'. | |
| Trinn smiles. "Good kitty." | |
| [Ilithiel] says: How've you been? | |
| Ohuxael shrugs. | |
| Ingarath nods. "What is it?" | |
| [Ohuxael] says: I've been better. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Blasted.. boars. | |
| Myvanor nods. | |
| [Nim] says: Well... um... Flit and I are openin' a business, like y'might already know... but y'might not... | |
| Flit nods. | |
| Trinn scooches up as the gnomes walk off. | |
| [Myvanor] says: It keeps stepping on me. | |
| [Tolkad] says: what kind o' buisiness? | |
| [Ilithiel] says: You smell alike. | |
| [Nim] says: and are we allowed t'sell stuff at story night when we make it? and unveil stuff here with all th'people here? | |
| [Ilithiel] says: It's probably trying to mate with you. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Oh....oh, yes, I had heard of this. Doing...er...engineering work? I think...? | |
| [Alerac] says: Gnome pornography. | |
| Ohuxael smirks. | |
| Masik laughs. | |
| Nim nods at Ingarath. | |
| [Flit] says: Yup! | |
| Ilithiel smirks slyly at Myvanor. | |
| Myvanor frowns with disappointment at Ilithiel. | |
| Trinn whacks Alerac on the arm. | |
| Kiyuri quietly snickers to herself. | |
| Kiiyue walks in to hear the words "Gnome pornography" and immedietely walks back in the other direction. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, sure, I think we all wouldn't mind seeing what your combined minds are capable of. | |
| Neia perks up a bit, and puts the goggles back on | |
| Tolkad 's arm catches fire yet he isnt noticing | |
| Ingarath looks around. "Anyone mind...?" | |
| [Flit] says: Really? | |
| Sassandra looks over ot Ingarath and shrugs. | |
| [Neia] says: I'd be glad to hear a bit about it. | |
| Flit brightens. | |
| [Alerac] says: I'd totally mind. I'd prefer not to, y'know, have Stormwind blow up. | |
| Veras shrugs slightly | |
| Nim beams. | |
| [Veras] says: No problem here. | |
| Nothus grins wickedly at Mutig. | |
| Jontell hopes it is not anything explosive | |
| [Ingarath] says: Good, good. | |
| Flit shrugs and sits. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Alright...wow. I'm really happy to see so many of you here | |
| Nim looks about, seeing his seat was stolen before just taking a seat next to Flit. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: I'm not. | |
| Ingarath raises an eyebrow. | |
| [Nim] says: I guess this s'good a spot as that one! | |
| Tolkad 's arm is now engulfed in flames yet Tolkad still doesnt notice | |
| Flit nods brightly. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, er....Right. I am, at least. | |
| Ingarath smiles. | |
| [Ilithiel] says: Uhm.. | |
| Ilithiel motions toward Tolkad. | |
| [Ilithiel] says: You're on fire, sir. | |
| [Tolkad] says: oh crap | |
| Nim waves at Kiiyue. | |
| [Ingarath] says: So, why don't we begin? | |
| Trinn nods at Ingarath. | |
| Tristan leans over to Nim. | |
| Kiiyue shrugs as she takes over Tolkad's seat. | |
| [Tristan] says: Can you two see? | |
| Mharty cheers at Ingarath! | |
| Ilithiel laughs at Tolkad. | |
| [Ingarath] says: I believe Dahla will be along shortly. I hope. | |
| [Ingarath] says: So, welcome once again to another story night. | |
| [Tolkad] says: thanks | |
| Ilithiel nods at Tolkad. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: Whoop-dee-doo. | |
| Nim looks to Tristan and nods. | |
| Jontell laughs at the silly human, as he runs to the lake to put himself out | |
| Nothus greets Elarion with a hearty hello! | |
| Kiiyue rolls her eyes without much enthusiasm. | |
| Tristan smiles at Nim. | |
| [Tolkad] says: I can't feel it its robotic | |
| [Nim] says: When he sits down, we'll be fine! | |
| Flit grins. | |
| [Tolkad] says: god its not good to have metal limbs | |
| Dobbins bows down graciously. | |
| [Ingarath] says: For those of you who don't know...I am Ingarath Melforgan. | |
| [Ingarath] says: ((And I am quite laggy, so I apologize)) | |
| [Ingarath] says: I attempt to host this event, and I hope you'll enjoy yourselves. I know I certainly do. | |
| Flit nods enthusiastically. | |
| [Nim] says: Me too! | |
| [Sarinola] says: Alright, that time I saw you take them off...no Threshadon ate them | |
| Kiiyue nods, once, clearly not as enthusiastic as Flit. | |
| Sarinola peers at Mutig searchingly. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Always a pleasure. | |
| Nothus sighs at Mutig. | |
| [Ingarath] says: With that in mind...do we have a volunteer to go first? | |
| Ingarath looks around the circle, smiling. | |
| Kiiyue quirks an eyebrow. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: To do what? | |
| Sassandra eyes the two frogs across the circle. "Someone should probably keep a watch on those... amphibians. Unless you want a bunch more to take care of." | |
| Ingarath blinks. | |
| [Flit] says: T'tell a story, Kiiyue. | |
| Ingarath looks at Kiiyue. "Have you been here before..." | |
| Kiiyue frowns with disappointment at Ingarath. | |
| Myvanor waves at Elarion. | |
| Elarion smiles at Myvanor. | |
| Elarion waves at Myvanor. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: You've got a face that's just asking for a foot in it. | |
| Ohuxael smiles. | |
| Tristan does not fear the upcoming invasion of the frogs. | |
| Veras glances to Kiiyue and raises his eyebrows | |
| Ingarath 's eyes narrow. "..Excuse me?" | |
| Kiiyue grins from beneath her hat, but thankfully, doesn't add on a reply. | |
| Mharty smiles at Ohuxael. | |
| Ingarath rolls his eyes. "Alright, now that the perfectly unnecessary aggression is out of the way..." | |
| Elarion pokes Nothus. Hey! | |
| Jontell pulls a scrap of paper from her pocket, and stands | |
| [Nothus] says: Its about time. | |
| Ingarath grins. | |
| Myvanor lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| Nothus grins wickedly. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Ah, good, good | |
| Trinn smiles at Jontell. | |
| [Elarion] says: I ... uh... didn't want to interrupt the circle's discussion. | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Mharty waves at Strand. | |
| [Nothus] says: I see, I see. | |
| [Sarinola] says: What discussion? | |
| Trinn smiles up at Strand. | |
| [Sassandra] says: What? I thought we were gathered here to stargaze. | |
| Sarinola grins wickedly at Elarion. | |
| [Jontell] says: I jotted this down after a encounter while do my task to learn my water form | |
| Strand smiles to Trinn, brightly. | |
| [Elarion] says: Well... whatever story was being told. I'd better go sit down now. | |
| [Jontell] says: Murky water | |
| Alerac looks over his shoulder and gives Strand a quick nod. | |
| [Jontell] says: cant see | |
| Nothus grins nodding | |
| Elarion bows down graciously. | |
| Strand nods back. | |
| [Jontell] says: heart beating | |
| Adantigus waves at Elarion. | |
| [Jontell] says: thresher coming | |
| [Jontell] says: moonfire | |
| [Jontell] says: bear form | |
| Kiyuri lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| Shaun scratches his chin. | |
| [Jontell] says: blood blinding my vision of the chest | |
| [Jontell] says: I need that holds the pendant that I seek | |
| [Jontell] says: gasping for air | |
| [Jontell] says: struggling with the lock | |
| [Jontell] says: as the thresher beats upon my body | |
| [Jontell] says: the lock springs opne | |
| [Jontell] says: I grab the pendant | |
| [Jontell] says: kick off | |
| [Jontell] says: swim up | |
| [Jontell] says: lungs bursting | |
| [Jontell] says: wound bleeding | |
| [Jontell] says: clasping the pendant to my body | |
| [Jontell] says: gulping air | |
| [Jontell] says: sunshine! | |
| [Jontell] says: Gulls flying | |
| [Jontell] says: warm sand, I collaspe upon | |
| [Jontell] says: Victory is mine | |
| Jontell shyly sits down | |
| Arahshiel claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Tolkad claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Mharty cheers at Jontell! | |
| Strand claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Tristan applauds at Jontell. Bravo! | |
| Cyrill claps excitedly. | |
| Kiiyue lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Guntarr] says: .... | |
| Trinn claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| You clap excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Dobbins applauds at Jontell. Bravo! | |
| Nim claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Sassandra claps excitedly for Jontell. | |
| Veras gives a quick clap or two | |
| [Guntarr] says: Well done! | |
| Ohuxael blinks. | |
| Mutig snaps his fingers | |
| Neia applauds at Jontell. Bravo! | |
| Alerac claps a bit. | |
| Myvanor claps. | |
| Kiiyue scratches her ear, still looking bored. | |
| [Tristan] says: That was very nice. | |
| [Jontell] says: thank you | |
| [Dahla] says: That was wonderful, Jontell. Thank you. | |
| Dobbins stands, saying, "Excuse me." | |
| Adantigus bows down graciously. | |
| [Adantigus] says: The front lines call! | |
| Syddan waves. | |
| Dahla grins around the circle as Ingarath appears to space out. "Now, who else is next to brave the circle?" | |
| Tristan waves at Syddan. | |
| Tolkad points at you. | |
| Mharty cheers at you. | |
| [Sassandra] says: [[ Everyone is lagging horribly tonight. ]] | |
| Nim looks about the circle. | |
| Flit tries to edge behind Veras so she's out of sight. | |
| Veras sneezes | |
| [Veras] says: I'll go. | |
| Nim looks at Flit oddly. | |
| Flit whispers to Nim. | |
| Veras heaves a sigh and stands he stretches | |
| Tristan claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Dahla looks down at Veras with pleased surprise. "Please." | |
| [Veras] says: Today I am going to tell you a Creation Myth. | |
| Syddan frowns with disappointment at Rabbit. | |
| Veras glances around the circle | |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish. | |
| [Veras] says: There are many like it, but this is one of my favorites. | |
| Flit frowns a little and shakes her head at Nim. | |
| [Veras] says: No one is sure how Azeroth came to be, the Planet spinning in The Great Dark. | |
| Arrish shows up in haste and rather out of breath, and looks around before finding a seat. | |
| [Veras] says: It is said, however that all planets were once one. | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| Veras outstretches his arms and makes the shapes of a large sphere | |
| Shaun smiles at Arrish. | |
| [Veras] says: It was vast, *VERY* fast, and on it lived a Race of vile creatures. | |
| [Veras] says: They were selfish, and delved too deep into Magic, they tore their own world appart. | |
| Veras makes the motion of the sphere bursting | |
| Flit nods. | |
| Ingarath listens raptly. | |
| Arrish tilts her head, listening curiously to Veras. | |
| [Veras] says: Pieces of their planet spun out into the abyss! | |
| [Veras] says: And those who lived on that planet? Well we now call them Demons. | |
| Veras smirks slightly | |
| [Veras] says: The Eredun. | |
| Neia blinks a little at the name. | |
| Nim listens intently to the story, fascinated by it. | |
| [Veras] says: The Nether, is supposedly the result of their largest spell. | |
| Sassandra shifts a bit uncomfortably while listening to the tale. | |
| [Veras] says: They wanted immortality; and they tried to become more powerful than everything else. | |
| Masik hails Ferrah. | |
| [Veras] says: That, is how I was tought the worlds came to be. | |
| Veras simply sits down again | |
| You clap excitedly for Veras. | |
| Tristan applauds at Veras. Bravo! | |
| [Alerac] says: ...that it? | |
| Syddan applauds at Veras. Bravo! | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Masik claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Strand applauds at Veras. Bravo! | |
| Nim claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Sassandra blinks. "Short..." | |
| Arahshiel nods and claps. | |
| Neia claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Shaun claps excitedly. | |
| Dobbins claps for Veras, clearly unimpressed. | |
| [Veras] says: What do you want? An epic tale? | |
| Trinn gives Veras a speculative look. | |
| Dahla applauds at Veras. Bravo! | |
| Jontell claps excitedly for Veras. | |
| Veras looks to Alerac and smirks | |
| [Alerac] says: You coulda done better, mate. | |
| [Nim] says: That was pretty interestin', actually! | |
| You giggle at Veras. | |
| Ingarath laughs at Veras. | |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! | |
| [Veras] says: I can make up names of the leader of the Eredun. | |
| [Veras] says: But that would be *fiction* | |
| [Arrish] says: Thank you, Soothsayer. | |
| Veras grins and yawns slightly | |
| Nim looks over to Alerac. | |
| [Nim] says: You should tell a story next! | |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! | |
| [Alerac] says: An you should go an get that sex change you've been wantin, Nim. | |
| Burtan perches a little awkwardly and tries to look confident. | |
| Alerac sips his hipflask a bit. "Aint happenin." | |
| [Ingarath] says: ((Sorry, everyone. Having a lot of issues here)) | |
| Tolkad makes a "Flit" voice and throws his voice to Flit's spot "Ill go now I insist" | |
| Nim gives Alerac a look and snorts. | |
| Arrish eyes Nim speculatively. | |
| Dahla grins at Veras, and rolls her eyes. "Well, who next would care to regale us, and inspire us?" | |
| Flit practices her officer glare on Tolkad. | |
| Tolkad shrugs at you. Who knows? | |
| Jontell smiles at Burtan. | |
| Cyrill is lost in thought, contemplating how a "sex change" would even be possible | |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Flit again. | |
| Veras looks around | |
| Kiyuri stands up slowly | |
| [Veras] says: Really now, doesn't *someone* have something? | |
| Veras chuckles | |
| [Veras] says: I can ramble on about Sunstrider for an hour. | |
| Waren leans back on his hands, watching the event with casual intrest. | |
| Tolkad makes another "Flit" voice and throws it "Ill go!" | |
| Dahla quirks a brow at Flit. "Did I hear youvolunteer?" She smiles encouragingly. | |
| Tristan turns his head to Kiyuri. | |
| [Veras] says: But that would just be to clear the place. | |
| Syddan frowns. | |
| [Alerac] says: I punched a baby once. Thought you'd all like to have me share that. | |
| [Strand] says: Right. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: ...doesn't seem like it, unless you want continued hostility spouting from my mouth. | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| Syddan sighs at the unpredictability of fires. | |
| Flit tries to hunch up into an even smaller ball. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Ah, such a friendly atmosphere here.. | |
| Shaun grins wickedly at Alerac. | |
| Alerac grumbles to himself about money. | |
| [Strand] says: I could go. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: Your mother was a friendly atmosphere. | |
| Arrish eyes Alerac up and down. | |
| Kiiyue frowns with disappointment at Guntarr. | |
| Tolkad makes a Flit voice and says "I wanna go" | |
| [Guntarr] says: Why, thank you! | |
| Flit looks at Strand with intense relief. | |
| Kiiyue sighs at Guntarr. | |
| Arrish looks to Strand happily. "Mellor!" | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Dahla looks back at Strand with matching relief. "Please. Some Mellor?" | |
| Trinn smiles at Strand. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: And this is why I don't tell stories. | |
| Guntarr chuckles under his breath and shakes his head, he leans back a bit and pulls a knee to his chest. | |
| [Strand] says: Some Mellor. Maybe a lot of Mellor, even. He's a big mouse. | |
| Arahshiel quietly excuses herself. | |
| [Alerac] says: Enthusiastic, eh Strand? | |
| [Strand] says: Big in brain, any how. | |
| Arrish holds her hands about an inch apart. | |
| Syddan sighs, gets up, and waves goodbye. | |
| Syddan waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! | |
| Flit smiles brightly at Strand. | |
| Trinn nods politely at Syddan. | |
| Nim focuses his attention on Strand, smiling. | |
| Tremin pokes Arrish. Hey! | |
| Arrish glances back and blinks at Tremin, then whispers to him. | |
| [Strand] says: So there's a mouse by the name of Mellor; some of you will have heard of him. | |
| Trinn grins. | |
| Tremin agrees with Strand. | |
| Rheyann pokes Mharty. Hey! | |
| Ingarath listens to Strand. | |
| Mharty giggles at Ohuxael. | |
| [Strand] says: He is, as it happens, the smartest field mouse in the world. Thus, there are many stories about him. | |
| Flit wiggles expectantly. | |
| Nim smiles at Strand. | |
| Rheyann pokes Mharty. Hey! | |
| Arrish watches Strand rather intently. | |
| [Strand] says: But the story I'm going to tell tonight -- as it was told me by my father -- is the story of the time Mellor decided to write a book. | |
| Flit beams. | |
| Tristan smiles at Strand. | |
| Tremin boggles at Strand. | |
| Burtan cocks his head with a sudden realization, smiles, and settles back. | |
| Rheyann hugs Mharty. | |
| Arrish rubs her forehead. "Oh no, this one." She settles her weight back, smiling. | |
| [Strand] says: Now, Mellor had never thought about writing a book before. | |
| Nim leans forward intently, anticipating the story. | |
| Tolkad nods off | |
| Rheyann sighs at Mharty. | |
| [Strand] says: But this one day, he was wandering around the streets of Stormwind, and he overheard a dealer in books negotiating prices with a client. | |
| [Strand] says: And that, particularly for a clever field mouse, was fascinating. | |
| Waren grumbles about mice and literacy. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: ...I don't like where this is going... | |
| Arrish nods, listening, and then gives Kiiyue an amused look. | |
| [Strand] says: So he took himself off to write his own book, with visions of a shiny new copper piece dancing in his little field mouse head. | |
| You giggle at Strand. | |
| Neia wonders just how many shiny coppers Mellor has by now. | |
| [Strand] says: Now, he wasn't so sure of the process, but he did know words were involved. Written words. | |
| Tolkad wakes up "only one copper?" | |
| Flit nods. | |
| [Strand] says: He scurried down to his friend, the dealer in odd goods, and purchased a piece of chalk. Scurry, scurry, little field mouse! | |
| Strand mimes a field mouse scurrying, with a huge piece of chalk in one paw. | |
| Nim grins. | |
| Trinn laughs. | |
| [Strand] says: He took the chalk to Cathedral Square, and promptly wrote an epic about field mice and owls and cats and lemon curd pies. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: ...eww. | |
| Jontell ponders lemon curd pies | |
| [Tremin] says: I prefer my pies with less owl. | |
| Ingarath shudders. | |
| Flit looks impressed. | |
| Tolkad wonders"did he say Turd pie thats nasty" | |
| [Strand] says: And then a sequel for good measure. And do you suppose this was a success for Mellor? Did he gain fame and fortune as an author? | |
| Kiiyue bonks Tolkad on the noggin. Doh! | |
| Tremin clearly states, NO. | |
| [Tolkad] says: owch | |
| [Nim] says: Yup! | |
| [Flit] says: I bet he did! | |
| [Rheyann] says: Yes, damn it! | |
| [Tristan] says: Yes? | |
| [Neia] says: ... not so much | |
| Dahla winces and shakes her head. "Did it rain?" | |
| Tremin tells Strand NO. Not going to happen. | |
| Tolkad ponders Kiiyue's actions. | |
| [Cyrill] says: That would be one terrible anticlimax | |
| [Kiiyue] says: Shup up, Recruit, and give me twenty. Squats. | |
| [Flit] says: 'S no way people don't like stories 'bout pie! | |
| Trinn shakes her head sadly at Strand. | |
| Nim nods at you. | |
| Veras leans back and stretches slightly as he listens | |
| Strand shakes his head sadly. "No. And Dahla is precisely right." | |
| [Flit] says: Awww. . . | |
| Nim looks disappointed. | |
| [Strand] says: The rain came, as rains do, and washed away the epic. | |
| Tremin sighs at Strand. | |
| [Rheyann] says: Booo! | |
| Jontell lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| Tremin looks morose. | |
| [Strand] says: But Mellor's a cheerful field mouse and not prone to giving up so easily. | |
| [Tremin] says: You go, little soldier! | |
| Seran pokes Nothus. Hey! | |
| Dahla grins and murmurs, "At least not the first two times." | |
| Nothus smiles at Seran. | |
| Seran nods at Nothus. | |
| Arrish giggles softly at Dahla. | |
| Zaide smiles at Sarinola. | |
| [Aidic] says: .sit | |
| [Tristan] says: Even if it rained, he should be proud of accomplishing such an amazing feat. | |
| [Strand] says: He went off to talk to his friend the mage, who explained about paper and bindings and such. | |
| Strand shoots Dahla a grin. | |
| Flit brightens. | |
| [Aidic] says: sorry | |
| Rheyann pokes Mharty. Hey! | |
| Strand tilts his head, field mouse like. "Mellor said 'OH.'" | |
| Ohuxael smiles. | |
| Seran whispers to Zaide | |
| [Strand] says: And scurried off to purchase paper, and a pen, and other such implements. There was a lot of bargaining involved. | |
| Tristan notices someone sitting very close to him. | |
| Arrish listens to Strand, amused. | |
| [Strand] says: But eventually Mellor convinced the paper vendor... you've all met the paper vendor in Stormwind? Well, anyway. | |
| Shaun didn't jump. What jump? | |
| Nim must be seeing things then. | |
| [Strand] says: Convinced him to accept a portion of the proceeds of the book sales as payment. | |
| Trinn grins. | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh! | |
| [Tremin] says: Hm, what's ten percent of zero? | |
| [Strand] says: And Mellor /tugged/ the heavy stack of paper back to a quiet place where he began to write. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: What's a percent? | |
| Arrish gives Tremin a quick smile. | |
| Tremin eyes Kiiyue up and down. | |
| Flit stares at Kiiyue in horror. | |
| Nim ignores Kiiyue, too intent on the story. | |
| [Strand] says: And wrote, and wrote, and wrote... and how do you suppose this effort worked out? | |
| Tremin sighs at Strand. | |
| Trinn sighs as well. | |
| [Rheyann] says: Very productively, damn it! | |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! | |
| Arrish shakes her head sadly. | |
| [Tolkad] says: the rain washed it away again? | |
| [Tristan] says: Very well. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: The mouse got caught in a mousetrap and was promptly eaten by Timmy's kitten. | |
| Tremin looks glum. | |
| [Flit] says: Paper beats rock, though! | |
| [Neia] says: If he could cover pavement, surely he could cover a book. | |
| [Tolkad] says: a rock fell and squiched the mouse | |
| [Strand] says: Paper does beat rock, or at least that was the opinion of the voles who gathered behind Mellor as he was writing. | |
| [Veras] says: What active imaginations we have. | |
| Nim shoots Tolkad a dirty look. | |
| Veras glances at all the various comments | |
| Strand gives Tolkad a horrified look. | |
| Kiiyue bonks Tolkad on the noggin. Doh! | |
| [Tolkad] says: owch | |
| [Strand] says: Alas, Mellor couldn't move the book by himself once the pages had been weighted down with ink. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: Thirty, now. Hop to it. | |
| Sassandra mutters something about it being a rhetorical question anyways. | |
| [Flit] says: Recruit! Jumpin' jacks, too! Twenty! | |
| [Strand] says: And when he went off to find his friend the pack mule... the voles made off with the novel. | |
| [Arrish] says: Tonight isn't the story of Mellor and the /rock/. It's Mellor and the /book/. | |
| Tremin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Aidic] says: we need a frie | |
| Flit nods and returns her attention to Strand. | |
| Zaide stiffles a yawn. | |
| Strand looks sad. "So Mellor's second attempt failed. But! He /really/ wanted to write a book by this time." | |
| Seran pokes Zaide. Hey! | |
| Ingarath laughs softly at Tolkad. | |
| Guntarr looks to Tolkad, his eyes narrow at the fellow. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Enough, eh? | |
| Strand pauses to watch Tolkad a moment, bemused. | |
| Zaide peers around, searchingly. | |
| [Tolkad] says: They told me to do those stop laughing | |
| [Rheyann] says: I think I'll become the official guardian of field mice from now on, just in case. | |
| [Tristan] says: So what did he do next? | |
| [Strand] says: So Mellor went off, and bought special mouse-sized paper, using the same deal as he'd gotten before. | |
| Flit smiles innocently. | |
| Tremin nods. | |
| Strand uses his hands to show how small mouse-sized paper is. It's very small. | |
| Arrish murmurs, "So much more appropriate." | |
| Tremin agrees with Arrish. | |
| [Flit] says: Oooooh. | |
| Jontell smiles. | |
| [Strand] says: And a special mouse-sized pen, so that the words would fit on the pages. | |
| [Strand] says: And... | |
| Strand frowns. "No, he didn't need mouse-sized ink. That would be ridiculous." | |
| [Flit] says: 'S really clever! He really /is/ the cleverest field mouse! | |
| Nim grins. | |
| Tremin snickers at Strand. | |
| Tristan smiles at Strand. | |
| Dahla laughs softly. | |
| Veras mumbles "Going to be be hrad to read" Then blinks, before wrinkling his nose | |
| Strand shakes his head, and returns to the story. "And he went to a quiet place he knew -- it's behind the cathedral -- and wrote /another/ novel." | |
| [Nim] says: I know that place! | |
| Zaide blinks at Ohuxael. | |
| Zaide whispers to Seran. | |
| [Cyrill] says: Wouldn't his mousey little hands started to cramp by now? | |
| [Strand] says: This one involving paladins, tailors, and Menethil. Good novel, I've had the honor of reading it. | |
| [Flit] says: Mice don't have hands. . . | |
| [Trinn] says: He's the cleverest. He'd handle it. | |
| Trinn glances up at Strand and smiles. | |
| Strand nods to Trinn, grinning. | |
| Zaide eyes Ohuxael up and down. | |
| Tremin rolls his eyes slightly. | |
| [Burtan] says: Even dumb mice have good teeth. I'm sure a smart one could work something out. | |
| Rheyann eyes Zaide up and down. | |
| [Tolkad] says: so..uhhh where can we...errr...find a copy of this book? | |
| [Cyrill] says: Then how could he possibly write a book? | |
| [Strand] says: Probably his best novel yet. So... the recruit asks a good question. | |
| Arrish laughs at Strand. "That wasn't in the story when /I/ heard it first." | |
| You grin wickedly at Strand. | |
| Tolkad cheers! | |
| [Tolkad] says: Finally I ask a good question | |
| Arrish looks back and gives Tremin an amused look, and murmurs to him. | |
| Strand chuckles softly to Arrish. "Well, Dad told it /slightly/ differently. A poet and a soldier, as I recall." | |
| Kiiyue bonks Tolkad on the noggin. Doh! | |
| [Tolkad] says: owch | |
| Tremin frowns deeply. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: That one was just 'cause I don't like you. | |
| Tolkad puts on a helmet | |
| [Strand] says: But yes. So Mellor had a novel. Do you think he gained the fame and the shiny copper piece he'd set out to find? | |
| [Neia] says: There's a distinct logical flaw in this plan. | |
| [Rheyann] says: A hundred times over...or I'll kill you for teasing us! | |
| Dahla ponders. "I'd pay a copper piece for a novel..." | |
| Zaide blinks heavily. | |
| [Flit] says: Sure he did! | |
| [Kiiyue] says: She'll do it, too. | |
| [Nim] says: Hopefully! | |
| [Tristan] says: Of course. He is so famous, you are telling a story about him. | |
| [Tolkad] says: no he gained too much fame and a bunch of gold | |
| Kiiyue blinks at Rheyann. | |
| Jontell nods. | |
| Strand sighs sadly. "I can't change the story from what happened, even under threat of death... so no." | |
| Rheyann threatens Strand with the wrath of doom. | |
| [Kiiyue] says: Okay. Time for the witch-burning. | |
| Nim looks disappointed again. | |
| Tremin cries. | |
| [Strand] says: For the novel was written in Mouse, and nobody reads Mouse except other mice, and mice can't read. | |
| Arrish eyes Rheyann up and down. | |
| Trinn glares at Rheyann. | |
| [Flit] says: Awwww. | |
| Tolkad gasps. | |
| Seran chuckles at Strand. | |
| [Rheyann] says: Booo! | |
| [Cyrill] says: But they can write? | |
| [Tristan] says: You should translate it for him. | |
| [Jontell] says: but.... didint you say you read it? are you a mouse? | |
| [Tolkad] says: lets all learn to speak mouse | |
| Dobbins chuckles at Strand. | |
| [Dahla] says: Oh dear. That would make it difficult... | |
| [Kiiyue] says: You should sit down before I kick you in the shin. | |
| [Neia] says: And, as Mellor is the richest feild mouse, I doubt they'd even be able to afford it. | |
| [Arrish] says: Aye, same problem as with the play. | |
| Nim mutters something about books on tape, but shakes his head. | |
| [Tolkad] says: [Mouse] squeak squeak beep morp | |
| Veras opens his mouth but then shuts it | |
| Strand says blandly, "I'll go to great lengths to read a book. Learning Mouse? That's not so hard if you're willing to wear the false whiskers." | |
| Kiiyue clangs her hand against Tolkad's helm. | |
| Nim looks over at Tolkad, confused. | |
| Strand puts his fingers to his mouth, demonstratively. | |
| Jontell wonders what a tape is | |
| Dahla snickers at Strand. | |
| [Seran] says: ... | |
| Sarinola glances down at Seran. "Oh, I didn't see you there" | |
| [Nim] says: What kinda mouse says "Morp"? | |
| [Arrish] says: And of course, Father has real whiskers. | |
| Flit beams and takes out her sketchpad to start designing false whiskers. | |
| [Tolkad] says: im kidding | |
| Seran waves at Sarinola. | |
| Trinn looks over to Flit to see if she's...yep. | |
| [Tolkad] says: haha my helmet is padded so it doesnt make a clang inside | |
| Sarinola smiles at Seran. | |
| [Strand] says: So Mellor, saddened at the failure of his plans, went home, where Mrs. Mellor was waiting for him. | |
| Aidic salutes Nothus with respect. | |
| Rheyann taps her foot as she waits for Strand. | |
| Zaide yawns sleepily. | |
| Jontell hopes explosvies are not involved in the false whiskers Blue prints | |
| [Tremin] says: Good old Mrs. Mellor. | |
| [Tolkad] says: awww thats sad but Mellor doesnt give up right? | |
| Strand pauses. "And Mellor looked guilty." | |
| Masik greets Seran with a hearty hello! | |
| Masik waves at Zaide. | |
| [Strand] says: Because he'd /completely/ forgotten that he was supposed to figure out where they were going to spend the winter. | |
| Seran greets Masik with a hearty hello! | |
| Ohuxael looks over his left shoulder and smiles. | |
| Zaide blinks at Masik. | |
| [Strand] says: The Mellor household being located in the tower of the Stormwind gate, which gets drafty. | |
| [Ohuxael] says: Hello Seran. | |
| Zaide eyes Masik up and down. | |
| [Strand] says: Mrs. Mellor, however, looked cheerful as anything. 'Oh, darling,' she said. | |
| [Ohuxael] says: Hello Zaide. | |
| [Seran] says: Hi Ohu | |
| [Zaide] says: H..hello. | |
| [Strand] says: 'I've found us a place to stay for the winter. It's warm and cozy and out of the way. The only thing odd about it...' | |
| Ohuxael smiles and looks back in front of him | |
| Seran pokes Zaide. Hey! | |
| [Strand] says: 'Is that it's full of these strange square objects made of paper and leather with human squiggles all over them.' | |
| Tremin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Strand] says: Mellor blinked. And then Mellor laughed. And then Mellor allowed as how the Stormwind Library would be a /fine/ place to spend the winter. | |
| Zaide peers around, searchingly. | |
| Flit looks up from her plans for whiskers, with an added 2.4 liter engine, just for pizzaz. | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh, yeah! I love that place! | |
| [Strand] says: And that is the story of how Mellor set out to write a book but wound up with an entire library. | |
| [Rheyann] says: Depressing! | |
| Jontell laughs. | |
| Tolkad claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Tristan cheers at Strand! | |
| Tolkad cheers at Strand! | |
| [Strand] says: Of his own. More or less. | |
| [Arrish] says: Did they eat any books? | |
| Tremin claps excitedly. | |
| [Dobbins] says: a good tale, indeed! | |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Neia claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Veras offers a clap or two | |
| Zaide glances at Masik. | |
| [Strand] says: There are many Mellor stories, but that is the one I told tonight. | |
| Nim claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Burtan grins. | |
| Dobbins claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Dahla beams and applauds. | |
| You applaud at Strand. Bravo! | |
| [Strand] says: And I thank you for the listening. | |
| Seran claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| Tolkad congratulates Strand. | |
| [Cyrill] says: But...that isnt...oh, I give up | |
| Rheyann sighs at Strand. | |
| Tolkad cheers at Strand! | |
| Alerac applauds at Strand. Bravo! | |
| [Guntarr] says: Good job, friend. | |
| Waren smirks and gives a round of applause for the young mage. | |
| Tristan claps excitedly for Strand. | |
| [Nim] says: I think those stories get better every week! | |
| Waren applauds at Strand. Bravo! | |
| [Flit] says: They do! | |
| Trinn nods in agreement with Nim. | |
| Strand grins, and heads back over to drop down beside Trinn. | |
| Trinn claps enthusiastically. | |
| Seran grins wickedly at Zaide. | |
| Dahla smiles warmly at Strand. | |
| Zaide pales. | |
| Flit scratches her nose. | |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so much for the tale! Now... | |
| Tremin looks depressed. | |
| Dahla looks around the circle expectantly. "Who can stir up the courage to go next?" | |
| Arrish glances back at Tremin and frowns slightly. | |
| Tremin points at Dahla. | |
| Nim looks at Flit. | |
| [Flit] says: Well. . . . | |
| Mharty cheers at you. | |
| [Nim] says: C'mon Flit! | |
| Tolkad raises his hand nervously if Flit doesnt want to go | |
| Jontell smiles at you. | |
| [Flit] says: I can retell a story. . . .since Nim didn't hear it the first time. .. | |
| Flit swallows. | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| Trinn glances over at Flit, smiling. | |
| [Flit] says: But if someone has a /new/ story t'tell . . . they could go. . . . | |
| [Rheyann] says: I hope it doesn't include the broken dreams of an exceptional and deserving field mouse... | |
| Dahla smiles encouragingly at Flit, and nods. "We'd love to hear it, Flit. And Tolkad, after her, we'd love to hear yours as well." | |
| Tremin sighs at Rheyann. | |
| Tolkad nods. | |
| Flit shakes her head, "'S about robots!" | |
| [Tremin] says: Oh joy... robots. | |
| [Strand] says: Robots! | |
| Tremin grimaces. | |
| Mharty cheers at you. | |
| [Nim] says: Great! | |
| [Dahla] says: Robots? Oh my. | |
| [Aidic] says: ok can i get a fire | |
| Jontell shudders | |
| [Tristan] says: Robots can be mice, too. | |
| Tremin shudders, as well. | |
| Trinn nods approvingly. "Robots. Good topic." | |
| Flit shakes her head, "Not this one!" | |
| [Tremin] says: Robot field mice? | |
| Veras rolls his eyes | |
| Zaide smiles at Seran. | |
| [Tristan] says: I think they only make robotic house mice. | |
| Strand looks exceedingly thoughtful. | |
| Arrish looks curiously at Aidic. "If you aren't lighting it yourself, why don't you sit down and stop annoying the pigs." | |
| Tremin nods gravely. | |
| [Burtan] says: Metal munching mice, maybe from the lesser moon? | |
| Flit looks around, hoping someone else will stand instead. | |
| Shaun yawns and makes an apologetic face. | |
| Tremin peers at Burtan searchingly. | |
| [Aidic] says: or do i have to make one my self | |
| Tremin waves at Shaun. | |
| [Tolkad] says: I will | |
| [Jontell] says: eeeeeeeeek | |
| Cyrill shields his eyes | |
| Sassandra rubs her eyes and gazes over to Tolkad. | |
| [Tristan] says: Robotic mice only eat metal cheese. | |
| Zaide gasps at Aidic. | |
| Dobbins shakes his head. | |
| [Aidic] says: ok thare is a fire | |
| Cyrill glares angrily at Aidic. | |
| [Aidic] says: lol | |
| Jontell puts out her robe that has caught on fire | |
| [Rheyann] says: Sit down, chump. | |
| You giggle at Rheyann. | |
| Arrish sighs. "Kindly sit down, sir." | |
| [Guntarr] says: ...lohl? | |
| [Sassandra] says: Someone light a fire and get that man out of the center of the circle. | |
| Cyrill pats the soot out of his beard | |
| [Tremin] says: I don't know if you've noticed, but there are a great number of us here, other than you. | |
| Alerac slips away from the circle quietly. | |
| Flit sighs. | |
| Tremin eyes Aidic up and down. | |
| Guntarr scratches at his beard and awaits the next story. | |
| [Mharty] says: YAY Flitness! | |
| Rheyann applauds at Arrish. Bravo! | |
| [Dahla] says: Er... well then. I think someone's off to get firewood. Flit? | |
| [Flit] says: Thanks, Arrish! | |
| Tremin thanks Arrish. | |
| Nim cheers at you. | |
| You salute Arrish with respect. | |
| Jontell looks over her shoulder nervously at the announcement of Horde nearby | |
| Trinn smiles at Arrish. | |
| Tristan anxiously awaits the robot story. | |
| Arrish looks embarassed. "Sorry about the positioning." | |
| Sassandra eyes Burtan as if he's about to catch on fire. | |
| You grin wickedly at Arrish. | |
| Tremin smirks slyly at Arrish. | |
| Zaide pokes Seran. Hey! | |
| Rheyann waves at Inexxa. | |
| Flit takes a deep breath and half-closes her eyes to start reciting. | |
| Arrish points at Aidic. | |
| [Arrish] says: Sit. | |
| [Aidic] says: ok know | |
| Strand listens to Flit, interested. | |
| [Flit] says: Down in the city, where nobody goes, | |
| Zaide sighs at Seran. | |
| [Flit] says: past the workshops and hangars and ‘copters in rows, | |
| Jontell listens intently to you. | |
| Seran smirks slyly at Zaide. | |
| Kiyuri yawns quietly before slipping into the shadows. | |
| Inexxa waves at Rheyann. | |
| [Flit] says: where the folks, if you see them, are folks no one knows, | |
| [Flit] says: Is the Great Hall of Gears. | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| Flit smiles nervously. | |
| [Flit] says: "What makes it great?" you could probably ask | |
| [Trinn] says: It's gears! | |
| Arrish smiles encouragingly to Flit. | |
| [Flit] says: since the gears are all spinning away with no task. | |
| You grin wickedly at Trinn. | |
| Tremin smiles, delighted. | |
| [Flit] says: The gears are just turning and churning the airand the cogs and the wheels they once moved aren't there. | |
| Tolkad juggles a [Goretusk Liver] while he waits just to make people disturbed | |
| Veras seems to actually snap out of the non-chalant haze he usually is in, his eyes swivel to Flit and he listens carefully | |
| [Flit] says: Well, there was a gnome once, (he might be there today) | |
| Nim listens intently, entranced by the story. | |
| Tremin looks enchanted. | |
| [Flit] says: who, if you could find the right pub in Booty Bay | |
| Waren smiles kindly, remembering the great Gnome city. | |
| Seran eyes the [Goretusk Liver] and licks his lips slightly, then snaps out of it | |
| Zaide leans forward slightly, listening intently. | |
| Tolkad drops the liver "wpw this story sounds cool | |
| [Flit] says: and slipped him four gold and a half as his pay, | |
| Jontell laughs at you. | |
| Flit grins. | |
| Seran lies down. | |
| Kiiyue grumbles as she takes out a grime-encrusted [Opaque Wand] and soundly whacks Tolkad on the helm with it, making it ring like a bad bell. | |
| [Flit] says: would tell you the tale, and here's what he'd say: | |
| Zaide gasps at Seran. | |
| Seran cuddles against Zaide | |
| Zaide gently pats Seran. | |
| [Flit] says: A long time ago, getting longer, it seems, that old place was held by the Tinker Machine. | |
| [Tolkad] says: yeah on the outside but the inside is padded for no ring | |
| [Flit] says: The Tinker Machine, ah! The Tinker Machine! A finer contraption had never been seen, | |
| [Kiiyue] says: I *could* stab you through the visor. | |
| Tremin smiles at you. | |
| Neia nods silently | |
| [Tolkad] says: you could but then that would serve no purpose | |
| Flit grins brightly, "It could cook, it could sew, it could bank, it could clean!" | |
| Tolkad listens intently to you. | |
| Tristan grins at Flit, enjoying the story. | |
| Tremin leans over to Tolkad and murmurs quietly. | |
| [Flit] says: It made cheap electricity, and coffee with cream and ran most of Gnomeregan just like a dream. | |
| Arrish listens to Flit, smiling faintly. | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| Seran purrs softly, his ears perked up listening, his eyes mostly closed. | |
| Flit grins back at Nim, "(Who built it exactly I've long since forgot) but it's simpler to tell you what that thing could NOT" | |
| Tremin chuckles at you. | |
| [Flit] says: than to list all the things it could do in a jiffy, It wasn't a wonder we found it so spiffy. | |
| [Flit] says: Now there was just one thing that it couldn't do. | |
| Nim grins. | |
| Tremin gazes eagerly at you. | |
| [Flit] says: It's a trick that can only be done by a few. | |
| Zaide smiles at you. | |
| [Flit] says: It could fix every gadget in every gnome's home, | |
| Arrish eyes Tremin. | |
| Trinn gives Flit an apologetic look, gives her friends a small wave, and walks off quietly. | |
| [Flit] says: and while it was at it, refinance their loans, | |
| You wave at Trinn. | |
| Tremin waves at Trinn. | |
| [Flit] says: but it could not maintain all its gears on its own. | |
| [Flit] says: So I built a repair bot, E-268 to maintain the Tinker Machine's perfect state | |
| Tremin leans his chin on his hands, his green eyes sparkling. | |
| [Flit] says: and keep it in optimal running condition so the Tinker Machine could continue its mission to make our lives easy as blueberry pie (And, naturally, made me one heck of a guy.) | |
| [Flit] says: Day after day, the Tinker Machine ran | |
| [Flit] says: Making heat and ‘lectricty and strawberry jam. | |
| [Flit] says: And day after day E-268 | |
| [Flit] says: Kept that ‘ole Tinker Machine running great. | |
| [Flit] says: And things in Gnomeregan were easy as pie | |
| [Flit] says: . . . until the first fuse in E-268 fried. | |
| Tremin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| Zaide blinks at you. | |
| [Flit] says: It appeared at my doorstep at ten minutes to nine, and it said, with a whirring bronze gizmo-y whine, "Can you fix me up, sir? I gotta admit | |
| Seran listens intently | |
| [Flit] says: my rotors are just about ready to quit. ‘An I'm not so sure I can manage the climb to the top of the axle I gotta align." | |
| [Flit] says: And I have to say, when it said that to me | |
| [Flit] says: I wasn't in quite the best mood I could be. | |
| [Flit] says: And I told it I'd go and take care of it later then went out to visit my favorite wine trader. | |
| Flit takes a deep breath. | |
| [Flit] says: Though E-268 wasn't in the best health | |
| [Flit] says: no one quite noticed it over their wealth, | |
| [Flit] says: and things went along on the usual track | |
| [Flit] says: until the day E-268 came back. | |
| [Flit] says: It called out to me with all of its might, "Mister, there's a motor coupling not right | |
| Nim smiles at you. | |
| [Flit] says: in my core, and if you don't get me some oil I fear I won't be able to re-wire that coil." | |
| [Flit] says: But I was too busy, (I'd business, you know) | |
| [Flit] says: so I sent it away, and the days seemed to grow | |
| [Flit] says: longer and slower and things started to go . . . | |
| [Flit] says: a little bit wrong, here and there just a /bit/ | |
| [Flit] says: as one thing or another in town just, well, QUIT. | |
| Tremin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Jontell] says: oh no! | |
| [Flit] says: And people (I'm sure you know how it works) started complaining of all of the quirks the Tinker Machine had that just didn't seem proper – | |
| [Flit] says: How sometimes when you asked it for copper | |
| [Flit] says: it gave you a herring, or sometimes it chimed | |
| [Flit] says: for eleven o'clock at a quarter to nine. | |
| Flit grins. | |
| Tristan smiles at you. | |
| Arrish nods sadly. | |
| [Flit] says: So down I went to the hall of the Tinker Machine | |
| [Flit] says: to see just /whatever/ there was to be seen. | |
| [Flit] says: And there, at the top of the very top tier of the Tinker Machine's primary drive gear was E-268, with his welding torch out so I, at the top of my lungs gave a shout, | |
| [Flit] says: "Hey, what are you doing? There's something amiss with the darned machine now, and it's your job to fix!" | |
| Flit sighs, "But E-268 didn't give me one word." | |
| [Flit] says: Not a look, not a gesture, not one sound was heard | |
| Flit looks sad, "but the sound of the torch, as it worked up above,so I climbed up the assembly, and gave it a shove." | |
| Nim frowns. | |
| [Flit] says: E-268, the repair bot I'd made, | |
| [Flit] says: looked up at me, and I saw the lights fade | |
| [Flit] says: from its display, and then from inside, | |
| [Flit] says: all of the motor sounds in it just died, | |
| Tristan mourns E-268. | |
| [Flit] says: and with a sound like a dozen gnomes ringing a bell, | |
| [Flit] says: E-268 toppled over and fell. | |
| Neia sniffles a little bit. | |
| Arrish sighs softly. | |
| Jontell frowns. | |
| Nim sighs and looks down at the ground sadly. | |
| Flit sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. | |
| Tremin looks oddly moved, himself. | |
| [Flit] says: It was certainly broken, that much I knew, | |
| [Flit] says: the trouble was what exactly to /do/, | |
| [Flit] says: see, the problem, if I may be perfectly frank, | |
| [Flit] says: is that while all these coins were poured into my bank, | |
| [Flit] says: and I ate ice cream and hobnobbed with the swank, | |
| Zaide frowns with disappointment at you. | |
| [Flit] says: enduring so much of the praise and the thanks, | |
| [Flit] says: enduring so much of the praise and the thanks,there was one thing I lost, and, boy, I lost it well, and I simply hadn't been able to tell. | |
| [Flit] says: I'd forgotten just how to repair things, you see | |
| [Flit] says: since I'd made a machine that could do it for me. | |
| Tolkad gasps at you. | |
| Jontell sighs at you. | |
| Flit grins sheepishly, "I asked around town, and believe me, I'm not funning, if /anyone/ there could get him up and running" | |
| Nim sighs and nods solemnly. | |
| [Flit] says: But each gnome that I met sighed, and turned away, we'd forgotten ourselves with all of our play. | |
| [Flit] says: And the Tinker machine? Well, it finally stopped | |
| [Flit] says: in the middle of making ice cream it just popped. | |
| [Flit] says: And pieces of it just came falling away | |
| Tremin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Flit] says: like a haystack you jump on until there's no hay, | |
| [Flit] says: and we carted them out of the old machine bay. | |
| Tremin looks depressed again. | |
| [Flit] says: None of us spoke, there was nothing to say. | |
| Arrish nods sadly. | |
| [Flit] says: Life in the city slowed down to a crawl, we were all terribly disheartened and all. | |
| [Flit] says: I forget where I was when I heard the cry, someone found on the axle, a word written: | |
| [Flit] says: TRY | |
| Tremin blinks. | |
| [Flit] says: Back then, I didn't know what it could mean, we were all far to busy remembering our dreams, re-learning gizmos and things of that type, recovering Gnomeregan from its memory wipe. | |
| [Flit] says: But I've had a long time to think on it, see, | |
| [Flit] says: an' wonder what that bot was telling to me. | |
| Flit smiles, "So I'll tell it to you, it isn't too late," | |
| [Flit] says: even though some things may not go so great | |
| [Flit] says: that there's nothing that's finished, there's no kind of fate | |
| [Flit] says: so you /can't/ just sit happy with food on your plate, | |
| [Flit] says: you have to keep trying, it's all up to you | |
| [Flit] says: to make all the things you imagine to do. | |
| Flit grins, relieved to be done. | |
| Mharty cheers at you. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Fantastic! | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for you. | |
| Nim claps excitedly for you. | |
| Tremin is strangely quiet, and just looks at the gnome intently, forgetting to applaud. | |
| Arrish applauds at you. Bravo! | |
| Prior applauds at you. Bravo! | |
| Tolkad cheers at you. | |
| Nim cheers at you. | |
| Jontell applauds at you. Bravo! | |
| Dahla applauds at you. Bravo! | |
| Tolkad claps excitedly for you. | |
| Alerac applauds. Bravo! | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well done, Flit! | |
| Zaide cheers at you. | |
| Burtan cheers at you. | |
| Cyrill claps excitedly. | |
| Tristan applauds at you. Bravo! | |
| Neia cheers at you. | |
| Strand claps excitedly for you. | |
| Flit smiles sheepishly. | |
| Naluca claps excitedly. | |
| [Nim] says: That was really good, Flit! | |
| [Flit] says: Thanks! | |
| Veras nods and claps | |
| [Dobbins] says: A fine story! | |
| Sassandra looks up suddenly, a bit dazed, and claps. | |
| Dobbins claps excitedly for you. | |
| Seran claps excitedly for you. | |
| Zaide whispers to Seran. | |
| Tremin stares moodily into the fire. | |
| Ingarath looks around. | |
| Arrish glances over at Tremin, frowning slightly. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you so much for sharing that, Flit. It was fantastic. | |
| Zaide blinks at Sassandra. | |
| Flit blushes. | |
| Tremin nods in agreement, still staring at the fire. | |
| Tristan nods. | |
| Nim nods in agreement with Ingarath, smiling to Flit. | |
| Zaide looks in her bags, then closes them tightly. | |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Is there anyone who would like to go next? | |
| Tolkad raises his hand nervously | |
| [Ingarath] says: It is still early, I am sure we have room for a few more stories or verse. | |
| Seran excuses himself politely | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Zaide waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, come on then, we would love to hear you. | |
| Arrish gives Tolkad a curious look. | |
| Jontell listens intently to Tolkad. | |
| Veras sneezes, yawns ans settles down for the next story | |
| You smile at Tolkad. | |
| Tremin eyes Tolkad up and down. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Okay ((sorry If this story has flaws)) my story is called "The Hated" | |
| Tremin sighs at Tolkad. | |
| Neia listens intently as the story begins | |
| [Sarinola] says: Hrm... | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak sliced open the demons stomach "haha" he said before the demon shot a blast through his | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak called for help for hours to no avail | |
| Tremin makes a strangled sound, then rises quietly and leaves the circle. | |
| Ingarath blinks. | |
| Arrish rubs her forehead. | |
| [Tolkad] says: He stumbled for about an hour then collasped in front of a large Tauren saying"Help....The Hated..." before he passed out | |
| [Tolkad] says: When he woke up to his surprise was Tauren bandaging his wound | |
| Ohuxael blinks. | |
| [Tolkad] says: "why did you do this...help me your race has a deep hatred of me" | |
| [Ohuxael] says: I'll be going Guntarr. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The Tauren replied"You couldnt die like that with that bolt through your chest" | |
| [Guntarr] says: Hm? | |
| [Tolkad] says: just then there was a rapping on the roof | |
| [Guntarr] says: Alright. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak stabbed his sword through the roof | |
| Arrish eyes Ohuxael and Guntarr. | |
| [Guntarr] says: No, I think I'll stay here a bit longer. | |
| [Tolkad] says: As a huge demon fell from the top | |
| Flit blinks. | |
| [Tolkad] says: "We need to get out of here The Hated want you too!" he said to the Tauren | |
| [Tolkad] says: As they ran off toward Booty Bay to get a boat to near Stormwind | |
| Guntarr scratches at his head. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Before then suddenly many small imp like demons surrounded them | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. | |
| Ohuxael leans against Mharty and smiles. | |
| [Tolkad] says: They fought and fought for a while with the two coming out as victor but wounded nonetheless | |
| [Tolkad] says: As they finally reached Booty Bay they purchased a boat to Stormwind | |
| [Tolkad] says: But soon at sea they were hit with something | |
| Flit holds her breath. | |
| [Tolkad] says: "We are under attack! more Hated!" | |
| Nim listens intently. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak yelled as the hull crashed and the boat sunk | |
| [Tolkad] says: though the boat sunk they never fought as the current was too hard and washed them ashore a strange place and The demons ended up dead. | |
| [Tolkad] says: They awoke to a roar | |
| Neia murmurs "Demons, I imagine." | |
| [Tolkad] says: Coming from the inside of a cave a huge monster popped out corrupted by The Hated's power | |
| [Tolkad] says: they struck at it but it was unaffected | |
| [Aidic] says: sit | |
| [Tolkad] says: Try as they might they never inflicted a scratch to it | |
| You wave at Elaran. | |
| Elaran smiles at you. | |
| Nim waves at Elaran. | |
| Ingarath waves at Elaran. | |
| Tristan smiles at Elaran. | |
| Elaran tickles Ingarath. Hee hee! | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak ran but the Tauren did not and was eaten by the beast | |
| Strand waves to Elaran, listening to Tolkad with interest. | |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Strand. | |
| Elaran listens intently to Tolkad. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak was smart to hide in a ruin where the beast could not tread | |
| [Tolkad] says: He realized he had to get to Stormwind quickly before the beast got him | |
| [Tolkad] says: He found a traveler along the road and asked for his horse | |
| [Tolkad] says: But the traveler was a greedy merchant and did not even listen to him | |
| [Aidic] says: sit | |
| [Tolkad] says: As Jerak walked downt the road towards Stormwind he heard screams behind him | |
| [Tolkad] says: The beast obviously got that mercant | |
| [Tolkad] says: merchant* | |
| You grin wickedly at Nim. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak ran as hard as he could before he found an officer | |
| Arrish looks bemused. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The officer knew he had to help and lended him his horse | |
| Flit plunks the hat onto her head with a little flourish. | |
| Elaran grins at you wickedly. | |
| [Tolkad] says: the officer attacked the mighty beast only to get eaten but he knew he did his duty | |
| Nim grins at you wickedly. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Riding for three days Jerak went when he found the gates of Stormwind | |
| [Tolkad] says: He shouted"get all your men to the gates!" | |
| [Tolkad] says: they all formed a defensive line knowing their oncoming death | |
| Ohuxael blinks. | |
| [Tolkad] says: He got all the magic users to gather around a circle to summon something great the Great Magicalun a sword buried in the worlds core to prevent its powers from being unleashed | |
| [Tolkad] says: but Jerak was smart he had been studying and found how to summon it | |
| Flit bites her lip. | |
| Arrish blinks several times. | |
| [Tolkad] says: It would take a week to summon it but the sword shall dispell all Hated demons | |
| Elaran raises an eyebrow. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The beast was coming so they wasted no time | |
| [Tolkad] says: 2 days passed without any activity | |
| [Tolkad] says: but the third day the beast struck | |
| [Tolkad] says: took down the right wall with ease but they successfully repelled it | |
| [Tolkad] says: they lost 20 men just doing that | |
| [Tolkad] says: by the 7th day only a few men stood | |
| Tristan mourns those twenty men. | |
| [Tolkad] says: out of the 3985 7 were left remaining | |
| [Guntarr] says: .... | |
| Cyrill lets out a hacking cough. | |
| Neia mourns those 3878 men. | |
| [Tolkad] says: It was a sad week | |
| Tristan is amazed by how many died. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The seven knights yelled "Thou shalt not cross!" as they charged the beast | |
| [Guntarr] says: Sounds.. eerily familiar. | |
| Guntarr says quietly, listening to the story as he does. | |
| [Tolkad] says: they fought bravly but not one survived | |
| Tristan mourns those seven before Neia can. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The beast transformed into a great evil Demon as he walked into stormwind | |
| [Tolkad] says: He walked to Jerak and said"beg for your life and Ill kill you less painfully" | |
| Rheyann thinks Mellor could kick that Demon's ass. | |
| Flit scratches her nose. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak cried as the demon laughed | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak yelled"HA!" as he thrust the great sword into the demon's chest | |
| [Tolkad] says: The demon instantly was destroyed and so were the other demons | |
| [Tolkad] says: The few priests there were resserected about 1000 men including the 7 knights | |
| [Aidic] says: sopt you dum bird | |
| [Aidic] says: stop | |
| [Tolkad] says: the rest had died but were mourned as heros | |
| [Guntarr] says: ...Of course, the demon with the chest weakness. A classic mistake in demon creation.. | |
| Guntarr once again he says quietly, thinking of the story. | |
| Ohuxael smirks. | |
| [Tolkad] says: Jerak was henceforth a hero of Stormwind until his Death and after | |
| Flit smiles. | |
| Tolkad bows down graciously. | |
| You clap excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Tristan claps for Tolkad. | |
| Elaran claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Nim claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Rheyann lets out a hacking cough. | |
| [Tolkad] says: I am finished | |
| Prior claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Well done, lad. | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Dahla applauds at Tolkad. Bravo! | |
| Veras shrugs slightly | |
| Dobbins claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Strand claps excitedly for Tolkad. | |
| Tolkad blushes. | |
| [Neia] says: The Demon definitely deserved that death. Most are polite enough to offer Painless death, not just "less painful" death. | |
| [Tolkad] says: The Hated were cruel | |
| [Aidic] says: ok i am next | |
| [Ingarath] says: Do you actually have something to share...? | |
| [Rheyann] says: Flatulence more than likely... | |
| [Guntarr] says: ... | |
| Rheyann moves back. | |
| Ingarath sighs. | |
| [Aidic] says: yes how the death of mt best friend | |
| [Guntarr] says: .... | |
| Ingarath frowns. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Splendid story, lad. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Who's up now? | |
| Rheyann nods at Guntarr. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Yes, I think we should just continue. | |
| Sassandra grins at Ingarath. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Dahla? Shaggy dog time? | |
| Dahla grins at Ingarath. "Happily." | |
| You wave at Cairoth. | |
| Sassandra glances over her shoulder at the pirate. | |
| Nim waves at Cairoth. | |
| Cairoth trots up to the meeting, coughing and spitting off to the side. | |
| Elaran cheers at Dahla! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Oi, am I too late fer this story shindig? | |
| [Aidic] says: it started when i was a young lad i was just 5 i think | |
| [Arrish] says: No, it's continuing. | |
| Ingarath cheers at Dahla! | |
| Strand looks pleased at Dahla. | |
| Ingarath blinks. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Not at all, though it seems half the audience has wandered off. | |
| Ingarath looks to Aidic, somewhat confused. | |
| Alerac begins preparing for a flying tackle. | |
| Alerac kneels down. | |
| You grin wickedly at Alerac. | |
| [Nim] says: This circle stinks. It's completely broken now! | |
| Strand looks thoughtful, then stands. | |
| Cairoth looks over Aidic, eyebrow raised. | |
| [Tristan] says: It is not broken, just different than your normal circle. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Oi, wanker. | |
| [Cairoth] says: You finished? | |
| Alerac kicks Veras. "Come on, damnit." | |
| Veras grumbles and stands up | |
| Arrish smiles at Strand. | |
| Ingarath laughs at Cairoth. | |
| Strand looks deeply satisfied. | |
| Cairoth keeps looking at Aidic. | |
| [Aidic] says: i met her | |
| [Cairoth] says: Oi, you deaf mate? | |
| Strand also offers Elaran a conjured muffin, blandly. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Get out of the bleedin' circle iff'n you aren't tellin' a story, bucko. | |
| Veras coughs | |
| [Elaran] says: Nah, thanks. | |
| Elaran smiles at Strand. | |
| [Veras] says: I uhhh.... suggest most people back a bit away from the circle | |
| Strand nods blithely. | |
| [Ingarath] says: ....I think he .... is? | |
| Veras cracks his knuckles | |
| Ingarath backs up. | |
| Arrish swipes one of Strand's muffins, then blinks and looks up at Veras. | |
| Tolkad waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! | |
| [Elaran] says: Uh oh. | |
| Arrish nudges Strand. | |
| Strand blinks. | |
| Arrish beckons Strand over. | |
| [Ingarath] says: ...Uh oh. | |
| Sassandra blinks at the altar, looking worried. | |
| Tristan picks his chicken up. | |
| Flit wonders what this thing is. | |
| Dahla has died. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Um...Veras? Um....Veras? | |
| Neia backs up worriedly | |
| [Arrish] says: Straand..... | |
| [Strand] says: Grudges. Outside circle. | |
| [Flit] says: WOW! | |
| [Ingarath] says: Um....... | |
| [Aidic] says: cool | |
| [Guntarr] says: Hmph, demons.. | |
| Strand looks disgusted. | |
| Elaran blinks. | |
| [Flit] says: . . . | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well that was....uh....unexpected. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Bloody 'ell. | |
| Dahla blushes at Guntarr. "Thank you." | |
| [Alerac] says: You alright, Dahla? | |
| [Nim] says: Well, that was interestin' | |
| [Neia] says: well.... I suppose it solved the slow storyteller problem.... | |
| [Elaran] says: On one hand...Veras just conjured a demon in the middle of us all. | |
| Arrish hugs Dahla. | |
| [Guntarr] says: You are welcome, m'lady. | |
| [Flit] says: That was neat! In a really scary way! | |
| [Prior] says: Was there a...logical...reason for that? | |
| Dahla rubs her head. "What just... happened? I have this huge blank spot in my memory." | |
| [Sassandra] says: nice way to break up the evening... | |
| Nim nods at you. | |
| [Elaran] says: On the other hand...he managed to get rid of the moron. | |
| [Alerac] says: Yeah. That's for the best. | |
| [Arrish] says: Are you all right, Dahla? | |
| [Cairoth] says: Well, piss to this. | |
| [Cairoth] says: I need a bleedin' drink. | |
| Ingarath laughs at Elaran. | |
| Dahla blinks shakily and nods. | |
| [Strand] says: I'd have to say not worth it. | |
| [Dahla] says: I... hmm. | |
| [Elaran] says: I'd call it as about even. | |
| [Alerac] says: Yeah. Erm. You were fishing. | |
| [Arrish] says: He summoned a demon... to get rid of a moron. | |
| Arrish eyes Alerac. | |
| [Alerac] says: Then the lake threasher got you..demon, Arrish?! | |
| [Alerac] says: Nonsense! | |
| Elaran shrugs at Arrish. Who knows? | |
| [Dahla] says: Oh. Well. I guess that's all right, then. | |
| [Alerac] says: Lake threasher. | |
| [Flit] says: Mr. Veras is really smart! | |
| Dahla rubs her head again. | |
| [Guntarr] says: I'd, sadly, take the "moron." As you so put it. | |
| [Ingarath] says: So....uh.... | |
| [Elaran] says: Desperate measures, sometimes. | |
| [Nim] says: That was a good idea. Gotta give 'im that! | |
| [Elaran] says: Demons can be killed. Morons usually last a while. | |
| [Dahla] says: ... was someone about to tell a story? | |
| [Ingarath] says: I suppose we should continue on resolutely... | |
| Sassandra gazes around the circle in confusion. "Right... demons." | |
| Arrish flinches. | |
| [Strand] says: Mmph. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Dahla? | |
| [Sassandra] says: Maybe we need to regroup. | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Dahla. | |
| Cairoth sitsh down with a thud, dry leavesh fluttering about. ...hic! | |
| Sassandra looks over to Cairoth. | |
| Cairoth murmursh to himself. | |
| Arrish takes a deep breath. "Strand left." | |
| Arrish goes pale. "Did he go to fight it?" | |
| Guntarr lowers himself to the ground once again, taking a rather dry manna biscuit from the large brown napsack at his side. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Mrrgh. | |
| [Elaran] says: Well, then. Maybe it wasn't even. | |
| Ingarath sighs heavily. | |
| Dahla rubs the back of her neck with a smile. "Well then." | |
| [Elaran] says: Be right back. | |
| Flit scratches her nose. | |
| Arrish gives Dahla a worried look. | |
| [Dahla] says: I'm sure some of you have heard a tale or two about my friend, the priest... | |
| Arrish settles down again. | |
| Flit grins. | |
| Sassandra blinks groggily a few times and puts away the bag of blue-sprinkled cookies. | |
| [Dahla] says: Well, he went many places, and did many things. Not so long ago -- perhaps a year, at most, perhaps even less -- he was called to the town of Darkshire. | |
| Dahla glances around the circle, her smile slipping away. "Now, barring the odd florest friar, Darkshire is... a pretty creepy place. I don't know how many of you have seen it." | |
| Ingarath listens intently to Dahla. | |
| [Nim] says: I have. It is creepy! | |
| Arrish nods. "Very creepy." | |
| Flit nods. | |
| [Alerac] says: I have a summer house there. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Aye, it's quite dark indeed. | |
| Dahla gives Nim a weak smile, and nods to Arrish. "It's positively chilling." | |
| [Elaran] says: Good beer, though. | |
| Tristan excuses himself. | |
| Dahla grins at Elaran. "Well, the stuff run down the river, sure. But... the folk of Darkshire had been having spookier than usual sorts of problems." | |
| Elaran listens intently to Dahla. | |
| [Dahla] says: Especially around the recently-ruined town of Raven Hill. Now... it started out rather benign -- odd noises in the night, the feel of wind when there was none outside or the shutters were closed... | |
| [Dahla] says: But it began to get more and more worrisome to the people who ventured there. Chairs overturned one moment, upright the next. Things glimpsed out of the corner of your eye, but gone when you turned to look. | |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Veras. | |
| Arrish eyes Veras up and down. | |
| Arrish listens carefully to Dahla. | |
| [Dahla] says: My friend, the priest, was called in by the townsfolk one chill evening. | |
| [Dahla] says: The sun had not yet begun to set as they ventured out to Raven Hill, but in the Duskwood... well, it's hard to tell the difference between night and day. | |
| [Dahla] says: Their breath hung heavy in the air as my friend, the priest, followed several of the town watch out to one of the ruined buildings in Raven Hill. | |
| Dahla looks about the circle once more, face pale above a paler dress. "Their breath fogged the air as they approached the buildings, though a frost had yet to touch the earth... but intrepid, they stepped inside." | |
| Arrish frowns slightly, listening. | |
| Ingarath listens intently to Dahla. | |
| [Dahla] says: The reason for the watch finally calling in a priest, was evident. Despite the wreckage, a layer of dust covered the entire room. | |
| [Dahla] says: Coating the overturned tables and smashed chairs, it remained completely undisturbed save where their footsteps fell... but for one place. | |
| Flit looks expectantly at Dahla. | |
| [Dahla] says: In a mirror, clouded otherwise by the grime of neglect, were scrawled two words. "Help Me". | |
| Elaran shivers and fidgets. | |
| Dahla bites her lip, her voice a bit softer. "Well. My friend, the priest, looked around and immediately dismissed the members of the watch. He had an inkling of what might be afoot, here." | |
| Arrish tilts her head curiously. | |
| Nim listens intently to the story. | |
| Flit leans forward a little. | |
| [Dahla] says: He closed the door behind them, and kneeling in the dust, pulled from his pack several candles. Their feeble light scarcely kept the darkness of the room at bay, as he placed them on the floor in a triangle. | |
| [Dahla] says: Kneeling in the middle of them, he began to hum. Slowly, tunelessly at first, but then sliding up and down a minor scale... a faint, golden glow tracing patterns in the air behind the precise gestures of his fingertips. | |
| [Dahla] says: And in the darkness... | |
| [Dahla] says: A figure began to form. | |
| Arrish bites her lip, listening intently. | |
| Dahla looks around the circle again, swallowing hard. "It was dim, at first... but as the spell took effect, formed the outline of a man. A ghost, still bound to that place." | |
| Flit blinks. | |
| Elaran rests her chin on her hand and listens. | |
| [Dahla] says: And in the guttering light of a few small candles, my friend, the priest, began to slowly coax from the ghost, why he was still there... and had not departed that terrible place. | |
| [Dahla] says: As they spoke, softly, slowly... my friend, the priest, learned that the ghost had so desperately desired to leave a lasting mark in the world -- he was a great actor. | |
| [Dahla] says: Now, the fact that he'd been killed before he'd actually been in a production made no matter to the ghost. | |
| [Flit] says: Awww. . . | |
| Dahla nods sadly at Flit. "He so badly wanted to be seen, and be known, leave some sort of lasting mark in the world." | |
| Cairoth falls asleep. Zzzzzzz. | |
| Cairoth snores drunkenly. | |
| Veras mumbles "Seems he succeeded" | |
| Flit looks sad. | |
| Dahla smiles faintly at Veras. "Well. He'd certainly gotten SOMEONE's attention." | |
| [Dahla] says: And it just so happened that my friend, the priest, felt he had a solution to the ghost's problem. | |
| Arrish tilts her head. | |
| [Dahla] says: From his pack, he hauled an odd contraption, entrusted to him by a gnome. A Super Snapper FX, she'd called it -- and though he'd only been given one frame to shoot with, suddenly, a giant turtle didn't seem so interesting to try and take a picture of. | |
| Elaran smiles. | |
| [Dahla] says: So, the ghost agreed, happily. This, indeed would be the answer to his problems! | |
| [Dahla] says: My friend, the priest, fidgeted with the dials on the device. He took careful aim, fixing the ghost right in the little eyepiece he had to look through. | |
| [Dahla] says: He pulled the trigger... and... poof! | |
| Prior gasps at Dahla. | |
| [Jontell] says: oh no | |
| [Dahla] says: A pathetic light flared from the Super Snapper FX, which then proceeded to whir and click. | |
| [Arrish] says: What happened? | |
| Elaran leans forward with a smile. | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. | |
| Dahla bites her lip and looks at Arrish. "Well, see. The Super Snapper FX was designed for outdoor use, really." | |
| Nim listens quietly, attentive. | |
| Ingarath listens intently to Dahla. | |
| [Dahla] says: And the lighting of three candles... and a ghost lit only by a priestly spell... just... wasn't enough. | |
| [Flit] says: Awwww. | |
| [Dahla] says: The picture only developed as a smudge. And part of a thumb. | |
| Arrish winces. "Poor ghost." | |
| Jontell lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. | |
| [Elaran] says: Er. | |
| Elaran frowns. | |
| [Alerac] says: The ghost of the man's thumb, maybe? | |
| [Guntarr] says: ... | |
| [Dahla] says: Howling in disappointment and fury, the ghost turned on my friend, the priest... and chased him from the building. | |
| Jontell gasps. | |
| Alerac mutters "S'not like i've ever used one of those.." | |
| [Elaran] says: Poor priest. | |
| [Dahla] says: To this day, the ghost still resides there, waiting... waiting for the chance to make his mark on the world in a way other than frightening people who venture too close to Raven Hill. | |
| [Dahla] says: Well, the watchment, when they asked about what happened... the priest could only tell them the truth. | |
| Dahla tips her head to one side. "The spirit was willing, my friends,' he said. 'But the flash was weak.'" | |
| [Elaran] says: Gah! | |
| Alerac grumbles a bit. | |
| Ingarath blinks... | |
| Prior looks at Dahla and groans. | |
| Cairoth murmers in his sleep, "...off of me, you scaly bastard...mrrhmm...cut yer gizzard...argh..." | |
| [Elaran] says: Evil, evil pun! | |
| Arrish stares at Dahla, and then laughs abruptly. | |
| Ingarath mumbles...PAIN! | |
| Sassandra groans audibly. | |
| Flit shudders. | |
| Elaran lets out a hearty chuckle. | |
| Nim groans. | |
| Dahla smiles innocently and takes a bow. | |
| Jontell laughs. | |
| Tristan smiles at Dahla. | |
| You clap excitedly for Dahla. | |
| Arrish claps excitedly for Dahla. | |
| Tristan applauds at Dahla. Bravo! | |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Dahla. | |
| Falithon cheers at Dahla! | |
| Neia claps in seeming pain | |
| [Elaran] says: Ah, well. At least his last production ended with a thumbs up. | |
| Veras blinks | |
| Jontell applauds at Dahla. Bravo! | |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Dahla. | |
| Elaran applauds at Dahla. Bravo! | |
| [Ingarath] says: Oh...my. | |
| Arrish giggles at Elaran. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well, thank you again, Dahla, for reducing my lifespan by a few days, at least. | |
| Ingarath laughs at Dahla. | |
| [Saidazanai] says: dont mind me | |
| Dahla dimples, quite pleased. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well....shall we end on that note...? Or does anyone have something else to share? | |
| [Guntarr] says: Hmph.. | |
| Cairoth groans and wakes up a little. | |
| Ingarath grins wickedly at Guntarr. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Wha... | |
| [Cairoth] says: Oi! | |
| Cairoth pushes himself to his feet. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Ah, Cairoth. | |
| Guntarr moves as if to stand, but the weight of his armor seems too much for him to bear. The old knight shakes his head. | |
| [Tristan] says: I know a story, but it's not really prepared, I'm afraid. | |
| [Cairoth] says: If nobody else is gonna, I'll share an 'ole tale. | |
| Sassandra removes a few candies from a pouch, shrugging. "Maybe next week... this old brain is tired tonite." | |
| Ingarath looks to Cairoth expectantly. | |
| [Ingarath] says: Please do. | |
| Arrish looks toward Cairoth, curious. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Right, right. | |
| Elaran peers at Cairoth searchingly. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Lemme get a taste of the 'ole medicine first, loosen me lips. | |
| Cairoth takes a long swig from the flask at his hip. | |
| Jontell is listening! | |
| Nim smiles at Cairoth. | |
| Cairoth wipesh his mouth, grunting. ...hic! | |
| Flit grins at Cairoth. | |
| [Sassandra] says: Sure you don't wnt anything stronger? | |
| Elaran peers at Cairoth searchingly. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Oi, I've got plenty shtrong 'ere, luv. | |
| Cairoth takes another swig. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Right. | |
| Sassandra shrugs and grins. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Lemme tell you lubbersh the shtory... | |
| [Cairoth] says: Of the meanest, nastiest, an' most ruthless cutthroat ever ta shail the high seash of Azeroth! ...hic! | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. | |
| [Nim] says: Neat! | |
| [Cairoth] says: He wash a shcoundrel of mythic proportions, he was. The shtuff of legends, shaysh I! | |
| [Alerac] says: Fluffy the Squirrel? | |
| Ingarath looks duly impressed. | |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Cairoth. | |
| [Cairoth] says: That man, wash me own pops...Blackpowder Bill! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Wasn't me real dad, of course. But he might ash well've been! Took my little arse in an' taught me what wash what, how ta be a man...how ta hold me drink, an' how ta end a fight with a well-placed headbutt. | |
| [Cairoth] says: I wash little more'n a bilge rat urchin, livin' in the Bay an' shquattin', more or less. Shtealin' what I could, what 'ave you. | |
| [Cairoth] says: But thatsh another shtory... | |
| Cairoth takesh another long gulp of hish flask. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Sho, Blackpowder Bill. Right. Captain, 'e was, of the "Tidecutter!" | |
| [Cairoth] says: A galleon bigger'n thish whole bloody lake. Twenty-five cannon on deck, an' three shcore of shcurvy bastardsh to man the shtations. | |
| Arrish blinks, listening. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Legend 'ash it that Blackpowder Bill wash born in the shouthern isles... | |
| [Cairoth] says: They shay 'ish mother wash a woman of remarkable beauty, the envy of every lassh on the island. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Hish father, as the shtory goes, wash a ten foot, two-ton beast of a man who could oar a galley into port by his lonesome! Armsh the size of treetrunks. | |
| Cairoth gesturesh for effect, approximating the circumferance of shaid arms. | |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Cairoth. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Well, Bill wash a big man hisself. Ever since 'e was a little shcrap, he towered over the other boys. Won all the fights, got all the girls, on an' on. | |
| Tristan taps his chin. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Sho ash he got older, wanderlust took over an' young Bill, then called "Barnacle Billy," shet out to sea in shearch of fortune. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Nobody knowsh what 'appened in the early years, but by the time he came back 'ome he was already a legend in Booty Bay! The tidecutter hauled in load after load, bringin' endless stories with it. | |
| [Cairoth] says: They say that Bill once had hish shhip run aground by a sea giant. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Before he crushed 'em all and whatnot, Bill made a proposal. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Sheein' ash he wash a ball-bustin', oar-swingin' man-god, Bill challenged the bleedin' giant to a drinkin' match! | |
| Cairoth grins broadly in the dim light, taking another drink. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Drunk that shon of a bitch under the table, 'e did, then took 'ish treasure an' shet out again. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Lemme tell ya about the time Bill earned 'ish nickname... | |
| Cairoth shlurs progressively worse and worse. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: Once, Bill an' the Tidecutter were ambushed by privateersh shailin' under the flag 'o Kul Tiras. The buggersh came up behind 'em, usin' the cover of fog. | |
| Sassandra blinks at Cairoth, half expecting him to fall over. | |
| [Cairoth] says: They couldn't bring their full complement 'o cannon ta bear, sho Bill did what no other man would... | |
| [Guntarr] says: Bah, pirates. | |
| Jontell hopes he dont fall into the fire | |
| [Cairoth] says: He loaded hisself into the shingle aft-side cannon, an' ordered 'ish boysh ta launch him onto the enemy ship! | |
| Prior gasps at Cairoth. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Sho they did! | |
| [Flit] says: Wow. . . | |
| Cairoth takesh a long shwig of the ale again, murmering. | |
| Nim blinks in surprise. | |
| Flit 's eyes go wide. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Ole Bill shoared through the air, covered in shoot, black ash night. | |
| Elaran grins wickedly at Cairoth. | |
| Jontell laughs at the mental image | |
| [Cairoth] says: He caught ahold of the mast riggin' and fought hish way through the green-coat bastardsh an' all the way to the helm. | |
| Nim seems completely enthralled now with the story. | |
| [Cairoth] says: When he got ta the Cap'n of the frigate, he threw hish bloody cutlassh to the deck an' shaid: | |
| Ingarath listens intently to Cairoth. | |
| [Cairoth] says: "Put up yer dukes, me boyo! I'll give ya a right thrashin'!" ...hic! | |
| Tristan grins. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Well don'tcha know, he hit that bloody privateer cap'n sho hard shquare on the jaw that hish head flew CLEAN OFF! | |
| Jontell gasps. | |
| [Elaran] says: Ew. | |
| You blink at Cairoth. | |
| Guntarr laughs. | |
| Nim seems pretty impressed by that. | |
| Alerac chuckles to himself a bit. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Bill brought the frigate in and added it to hish fleet, dubbin' it "Monty'sh Haul" after the load of bullion they brought in from her holds. | |
| Veras raises an eyebrow before shrugging | |
| [Cairoth] says: That wash the shhip I ended up captainin', fer the first time. | |
| Cupris remains stoic as he listens. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Sho Blackpowder Bill, ash he came ta be known, sailed for a good number of yearsh after that, until one day... | |
| Cairoth pausesh for tension. | |
| Cairoth pausesh just a few sheconds too long. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: One day his shhip disappeared! | |
| [Nim] says: Th'entire ship? | |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Entire ship, crew an' all. Nobody knows where exactly, but itsh rumored that he was chartin' new landsh west of the Maelstrom! | |
| Ingarath blinks. | |
| Jontell ponders ships that dissapear | |
| [Alerac] says: Was he on it? | |
| [Nim] says: Wow... | |
| Elaran looks thougtful. | |
| [Cairoth] says: My guessh is he ran inta somethin' along the coast of Kalimdor, an' it took he an' hish crew down with it. ...hic! | |
| [Cairoth] says: 'course he wash on it, wanker! | |
| Cairoth shootsh Alerac a glare. | |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. | |
| [Alerac] says: 'ey, y'never know, jackass. | |
| [Flit] says: Yikes. . . | |
| Cairoth sighsh heavily. | |
| Jontell thinks it was probably a giant thresher and shudders | |
| Cairoth wipesh what could be a tear from his eye. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Probably bloody murlocs, says I. | |
| [Cairoth] says: I hate the buggers. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Well, that was a very good story. | |
| [Cairoth] says: I'm the only one 'e ever took under hish wing, I am. ...hic! | |
| [Guntarr] says: Entertaining and --- | |
| Cairoth shmooths hish beard a bit with a thumb, sobbing a little. | |
| Prior mourns Blackpowder Bill | |
| Nim looks oddly at Cairoth. | |
| Cairoth covers hish mouth and beginsh to shtagger away, audibly crying as he getsh farther away. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Shorry... | |
| [Cairoth] says: I... | |
| Tremin eyes Cairoth up and down. | |
| [Cairoth] says: Aw, bloody 'ell. | |
| Jontell comforts Cairoth. | |
| Weth cheers at Cairoth! | |
| Nim frowns sympathetically. | |
| Ingarath looks rather surprised. | |
| [Alerac] says: Hrm... | |
| Tristan applauds at Cairoth. Bravo! | |
| Cairoth cries. | |
| Sassandra watches Cairoth wander off. | |
| Elaran blinks. | |
| Arrish blinks. | |
| Flit watches Cairoth, worriedly. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Poor fellow. | |
| [Baydon] says: Pretty sensitive guy...for a pirate. | |
| Ingarath nods. | |
| [Sassandra] says: He'll be okay, I think. | |
| [Flit] says: Yeah. | |
| [Jontell] says: sad tale | |
| [Guntarr] says: It's the alcohol. | |
| Arrish nods and sighs. | |
| Alerac takes a swig out of his hipflask. | |
| [Jontell] says: too much Rum I think | |
| [Alerac] says: Poor bastard. | |
| Elaran nods. | |
| [Guntarr] says: Well then. | |
| Ingarath sighs heavily. | |
| [Sassandra] says: And on that note? | |
| [Guntarr] says: I'm afraid I must be off if I can get up from the ground. | |
| Veras coughs | |
| [Ingarath] says: Well...shall we call it a night, and disband to the glow of the moon? | |
| Tremin chuckles at Guntarr. | |
| Tremin salutes Guntarr with respect. | |
| [Elaran] says: Sounds about right to me. | |
| Tristan smiles. | |
| [Guntarr] says: This was a fine break for an old soldier, my thanks. | |
| [Veras] says: I think it is a decent time to depart, yes. | |
| Alerac mutters "S'no moon. Can't see it through the trees, y'can't..." | |
| You smile at Ingarath. | |
| Jontell thanks everyone for their wonderful stories | |
| [Ingarath] says: Thank you, all, for continuing to come and share. | |
| Guntarr presses against the ground and lifts himself up, a rattle of plates accompany his movements. | |
| Tremin salutes Guntarr with respect. | |
| [Ingarath] says: I hope you'll join us again next time. I truly enjoy these times with all of you. | |
| Ingarath bows down graciously. | |
| Jontell curtsies before Ingarath. | |
| [Tremin] says: Go in peace, Sergeant. | |
| Elaran cheers at Ingarath! | |
| Veras stands and dusts himself off | |
| [Ingarath] says: Until the next time we meet, Elune keep you safe. |
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