| Neia nods a little hesitantly as she listens. |
| Sireena looks at Geril..interested.. |
| [Geril] says: The first monk said, "Oh no, the candle went out!", the second asked, "Are we not supposed to talk?", the third asked, "Why must you two break the silence?", and the fourth said, "Ha! I'm the only one who didn't speak!" |
| Geril grins. |
| Rheyann snickers at Geril. |
| Berlshenk chuckles quietly to himself. |
| Neia sighs, and shakes her head. |
| Sireena laughs huskily |
| [Geril] says: Unfortunately, they had to start their training over again. All had failed, but for different reasons. |
| Wren grins |
| Geril bows, then bends over and cautiously takes his seat again. |
| [Geril] says: Oh, eh... Forgot. |
| Geril smiles. |
| Berlshenk lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Neia claps excitedly for Geril. |
| Rheyann claps excitedly for Geril. |
| [Geril] says: To all the newcomers, welcome to tonight's story telling. |
| Wren smiles at Geril. |
| Meris smile at Geril. |
| Berlshenk quickly takes the blunderbuss and puts it into his backpack. |
| [Geril] says: Please, don't hurt the pigs. |
| Berlshenk stops half-way and begins to tap the gun with all his fingers. |
| [Geril] says: And now, everyone should feel confident enough to follow up with a better story. So, I open it up to the next brave soul with words for us. |
| Threilar feigned interest for a moment, wondering if the tales would be worth his time. |
| Meris looks around to those assembled. |
| [Meris] says: We do have a more... tight knit crowd tonite. |
| Geril grins, "We're /cozy/ tonight." |
| Meris shoots Geril an odd look. "That's one way to put it." |
| Berlshenk takes his hand away from the gun and opens his book again. He begins to flips the pages slowly. |
| Finnel bows to everyone |
| Meris gives a half wave to Finnel. |
| Wren reaches into the pocket sown into her cloak and pulls out a battered notebook and starts paging through it |
| Berlshenk stops flipping the pages and looks at the crowd. "Don't be shy! Share yer stories with the masses!" |
| [Meris] says: We may still have more coming, it is early.. |
| Geril breathes a sigh of relief, confident that the great dwarf will save him, and come up with another tale. |
| [Wren] says: We do have a great many who like to come later in the evening |
| [Geril] says: eh, come on folks. Don't make me tell another story and forget half of it. |
| Amouretta peers tentatively at those assembled, and mulls over something. |
| [Meris] says: I have some overly long poetry, but ... I always defer to the others. |
| Berlshenk looks back at the book and points to a passage from a page. |
| [Geril] says: Yes, exactly. We need to start off strong, so the late wanderers can miss out. |
| [Meris] says: Last few weeks, there's been a steady stream, from what I heard. |
| Threilar thought to himself about which of the ladies next to him was prettier. |
| Meris takes in a deep breath. |
| Berlshenk searches in his backpack and produces a brown hat. He takes his hood off and replaces it with the hat, then shoves the hood into the backpack. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Well...? Anyone? |
| [Geril] says: So, who all is willing to volunteer to share a story that will make the late party envious? |
| Meris looks around the crowd. "Very well... if no one else... |
| Geril nods toward Meris, "Please, share with us." |
| [Finnel] says: I have nothing prepared, I'm sorry... |
| Neia nods to Meris. |
| Berlshenk glances at Meris' direction and smiles, then closes the book with a feather in it. |
| Wren nods at Meris as she pages through her notebook "I'm afraid I'm not quite ready" |
| Amouretta looks to Meris. |
| Meris removes a book from her satchel and flips through it, trying to balance it somewhat awkwardly on her left hand. |
| Meris winces and straightens up. |
| [Meris] says: Alright, this is *not* my own work, but part of a longer series... by a man named "Aiken". |
| Meris takes a deep breath and begins. |
| [Meris] says: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. |
| [Meris] says: The trees grow dark; the shadows lean to the east: |
| [Meris] says: And lights wink out through the windows, one by one. |
| [Meris] says: A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night. |
| Threilar looks up to the woman speaking next to him, his thoughts not at all pure. |
| Wren greets Kailie warmly. |
| [Meris] says: Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun. |
| [Meris] says: And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, |
| Kailie smiles at Wren. |
| [Meris] says: The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street. |
| Kailie waves at Geril. |
| [Meris] says: And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain. |
| Geril waves excitedly towards Kailie. |
| [Meris] says: The purple lights leap down the hill before him |
| [Meris] says: The gorgeous night has begun again. |
| Sarcie greets Cyrill with a hearty hello! |
| [Meris] says: "I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams... |
| [Meris] says: "I will hold my light above them and seek their faces." |
| [Meris] says: "I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins..." |
| [Meris] says: The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness, |
| [Meris] says: Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest, |
| [Meris] says: Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains. |
| [Meris] says: We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music, |
| [Meris] says: Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard, |
| [Meris] says: We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight, |
| [Meris] says: we pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair, |
| [Meris] says: With laughter and murmured cry, and word upon murmured word; |
| [Meris] says: We flow, we descend, we turn... and the eternal dreamer |
| Finnel digs for paper and a stub of pencil in her pack, and begins writing.. |
| [Meris] says: Moves among us like light, like evening air... |
| [Meris] says: Good-night! Good night! Good night! We go our ways, |
| [Meris] says: The rain runs over the pavement before our feet, |
| [Meris] says: The cold rain falls, the rain sings. |
| [Meris] says: We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces |
| [Meris] says: To what the eternal evening brings. |
| [Meris] says: Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid, |
| [Meris] says: We have built a tower of stone high in the sky, |
| [Meris] says: We have built a city of towers. |
| [Meris] says: Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness. |
| [Meris] says: Our souls are light, they have shaken a burden of hours... |
| [Meris] says: What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? |
| [Meris] says: Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam... |
| [Meris] says: And after a while they will fall to dust and rain; |
| [Meris] says: Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands; |
| Envil kneels down. |
| [Meris] says: and hew rock out of the earth, and build them again. |
| Meris sighs and closes the book, sitting back down. |
| Wren covers her mouth, not meaning to laugh out loud |
| Neia claps excitedly for you. |
| Finnel applauds. Bravo! |
| Geril applauds his hands slowly, mind lost in consideration. |
| Livie claps, with a slightly confused look on her face |
| Wren applauds |
| Ravadel applauds at you. Bravo! |
| Threilar was more interested in the speaker than the spoken. He clapped his hands. |
| [Geril] says: Ma'am, that was a wonderful bit of poetry. |
| [Meris] says: ... I've sort of wondered what it was about: I think it's a reference to Dalaran's building. |
| [Geril] says: Perhaps. |
| [Geril] says: It got me thinking. |
| [Neia] says: If so, then by one who knew more of what was to come than most. |
| [Meris] says: Of architecture, Geril? |
| Meris flashes a wry smile to Geril |
| [Meris] says: Or pie? |
| [Geril] says: Yes. Arches and passages are always on my mind. |
| [Geril] says: And... Pie. |
| Geril frowns. |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow... |
| Berlshenk begins to snicker to himself. |
| Geril deliberately changes subject, because he is hungry, and wants to get his mind off of food. |
| [Geril] says: So, does anyone have a pie-- Er.. A story to follow up with? Or perhaps a song? Dance? Poem? |
| Wren looks up and raises her hand |
| Berlshenk smiles at Geril, then rummages through his backpack and produces a lovely [Homemade Cherry Pie]. |
| Finnel smiles at Sullivan. |
| Sullivan waves to all. |
| [Wren] says: I think I might have something |
| Amouretta smoothes her skirts and fidgets a bit. |
| Meris chuckles at Geril. |
| Berlshenk holds it out to the crowd. "Anyone hungry? I made some food on the way here." |
| Geril grins and nods at Wren. |
| [Geril] says: Please, Lady Wren, share with us another of your wonderful stories. |
| [Wren] says: I'm going to stay seated because...well, I'm tired. |
| Wren smiles. |
| [Meris] says: I'm surprised Cogitatus isn't here now! |
| [Wren] says: This is a bit different from usual. But I hope you find it enjoyable all the same |
| Meris hums a little tune, putting the book away as she wraps the bandages around her left hand a little tighter. |
| Geril carefully sits himself down again. |
| Wren sits back and closes her eyes partly, trying to remember the words |
| [Wren] says: Long ago in a rive port city, there lived a young musician named Larin. |
| Berlshenk lays the pie before him. He focuses his attention to Wren, but picks the pie with his left hand. |
| [Wren] says: Every day, a rich merchant or noble would send a messenger to Larin’s door, calling him to play at a feast. Larin would grab his fiddle and rush to the banquet hall. There he would pluck and play his bow across the strings of his instrument till all the |
| [Wren] says: guests were dancing |
| [Wren] says: “Eat your fill!” the host would tell him later, pointing him to the table, and passing him a few small coins besides. And on such as he was given did Larin live. |
| [Wren] says: Often his friends would ask him, “How can you survive on so little?” “It’s not so bad,” Larin would reply. “And anyway, how many men can go to a different feast each day, play the music they love, and watch it set a whole room dancing?” |
| [Wren] says: Larin was proud of his city, the richest and most free in all the land. |
| [Wren] says: He would walk through the busy marketplace, lined with merchants in their stalls and teeming with traders from many lands. |
| Geril welcomes Isi. |
| [Wren] says: He never crossed the square without hearing tongues of far-off places, Here and There and many lands in between. |
| [Isi] says: what's this? |
| Wren looks around the circle and grins before continuing |
| Geril speaks in a hushed voice, "This, Ma'am, is our weekly story telling circle." |
| Geril waves to Drahliana. |
| [Wren] says: Down at the piers, he would see the sailing ships with their cargos of lumber, grain, hides, pottery, spices, and precious metals. |
| Berlshenk begins to eat the pie while listening intently to Wren's story. |
| [Wren] says: And crossing the great bridge over the river that flowed through the center of the great city, Larin would catch the glint from the gilded roofs of a dozen white stone palaces |
| [Wren] says: “Is there another such city as this in all the world?” he would say. “Is there any better place to be?” |
| [Wren] says: Yet sometimes Larin was lonely. |
| [Wren] says: The maidens who danced gaily to his music at the feasts would often smile at him, and more than one had set his heart on fire. But they were rich and he was poor, and not one of them would think of being his. |
| [Wren] says: One lonely evening, Larin walked sadly beyond the city walls and down along the broad river that they called Sansara. He came to his favorite spot on the bank and took out his fiddle. Gentle waves brushed the shore, and moonlight shimmered on the water. |
| [Wren] says: “My lovely River Sansara,” he said with a sigh. “Rich man, poor man—it’s all the same to you. If only you were a woman! I’d marry you and live with you here in the city I love.” |
| [Wren] says: Larin played a slow, mournful tune, then a peaceful one, then a merry one. The notes of his fiddle floated over the Sansara. |
| [Wren] says: All at once the river grew rough, and strong waves began to slap the bank. “Heaven help me!” cried Larin as a large shape rose from the water. Before him stood a huge man, with a pearl-encrusted crown atop a flowing mane of seaweed. |
| [Wren] says: “Musician,” said the man, “behold the King of the Sea. To this river I have come to visit one of my daughters, the Princess Sansara. Your sweet music reached us on the river bottom, where it pleased us greatly.” |
| [Wren] says: “Thank you, Your Majesty,” stammered Larin |
| [Wren] says: “Soon I will return to my own palace,” said the King. “I wish you to play there at a feast.” “Gladly,” said Larin. “But where is it? And how do I get there?” |
| [Wren] says: “Why, under the waves, of course! I’m sure you’ll find your way. But meanwhile, you need not wait for your reward.” |
| [Wren] says: Something large jumped from the river and flopped at Larin’s feet. A fish with golden scales! As Larin watched in amazement, it stiffened and turned to solid gold. |
| [Wren] says: “Your Majesty, you are too generous!” “Say no more about it!” said the King. “Music is worth far more than gold. If the world were fair, you’d have your fill of riches!” And with a splash, he sank in the river and was gone. |
| [Wren] says: The next morning, Larin arrived at the market square just as the stalls were opening. He quickly sold the golden fish to an astonished merchant. Then hurrying to the piers, he booked his passage on a ship leaving the city that very day. |
| Ravadel sneaks out from the circle. |
| [Wren] says: Down the Sansara the ship sailed, and into the sea. As it sped above the deep water, Larin peered over the rail. “In all the wide sea,” he murmured, “how can I ever find the palace?” |
| [Wren] says: Just then, the ship shuddered to a halt. The wind filled the sails, yet the ship stood still, as if a giant hand had grasped it. Some of the sailors cursed in fear, while others prayed for their lives. |
| You listen intently to Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “It must be the Sea King!” the captain cried. “Perhaps he seeks tribute—or someone among us.” |
| [Wren] says: “Do not be troubled,” called Larin. “I know the one he seeks.” And clutching his fiddle, he climbed the railing. |
| [Wren] says: “Stop him!” shouted the captain. But before any could lay hold of him, Larin jumped from the ship and plunged below the waves. |
| [Wren] says: Down sank Larin, down all the way to the sea floor. The red sun shone dimly through the water above, while before him stood a white stone palace. |
| [Wren] says: Larin passed through a coral gate. As he reached the huge palace doors, they swung open to reveal a giant hall. |
| [Wren] says: The elegant room was filled with guests and royal attendants—herring and sprats, cod and flounder, gobies and sticklebacks, sand eels and sea scorpions, crabs and lobsters, starfish and squid, sea turtles and giant sturgeon. |
| Geril smiles, satisfied with the current story. |
| Wren smiles back at Geril and continues |
| [Wren] says: Standing among the guests were dozens of maidens—river nymphs, the Sea King’s daughters. On a shell throne at the end of the hall sat the Sea King and his Queen. |
| [Wren] says: “You’re just in time!” called the King. “Musician, come sit by me—and let the dance begin!” Larin tucked his fiddle under his chin and played a merry tune. |
| [Wren] says: Soon all the fish swam in graceful figures. The seafloor crawlers cavorted. The river maidens leaped and spun. |
| [Wren] says: “I like that tune!” declared the King. He jumped to the center of the hall and joined the dance. His arms waved, his robe swirled, his hair streamed, his feet stamped. |
| [Wren] says: “Faster!” cried the King. “Play faster!” Larin played faster and the King’s dance grew wilder. All the others stopped and watched in awe. Ever more madly did he move, whirling faster, leaping higher, stamping harder. |
| [Wren] says: The Sea Queen whispered urgently, “Musician, end your tune! It seems to you the King merely dances in his hall. But above us, the sea is tossing ships like toys, and giant waves are breaking on the shore!” |
| [Wren] says: Alarmed, Larin pulled a string until it snapped. “Your Majesty, my fiddle is broken.” |
| Vindicis slowly walks to the half-circle and takes a seat. |
| [Wren] says: “A shame,” said the Sea King, winding to a stop. “I could have danced for days. But a fine fellow you are, Larin. I think I’ll marry you to one of my daughters and keep you here forever.” |
| Geril welcomes Vindicis to the circle with a warm smile. |
| Vindicis glances around the circle and nods to everyone, smiling softly. |
| [Wren] says: “Your Majesty,” said Larin carefully, “beneath the sea, your word is law. But this is not my home. I love my city.” |
| [Wren] says: “Say no more about it!” roared the King. “Prepare to choose your bride. Daughters, come forth!” |
| [Wren] says: The river maidens passed in parade before Larin. Each was more lovely than the one before. But Larin’s heart was heavy, and he barely looked at them. |
| [Wren] says: “What’s wrong, musician?” the King said merrily. “Too hard to choose? Then I’ll wed you to the one who fancies you. Let me introduce you to my daughter, the Princess Sansara!” |
| [Wren] says: The princess stepped forward. Her green eyes were sparkling, and a soft smile graced her lips. |
| [Wren] says: “Dearest Larin, at last we meet. Long have I listened to your music as it passed above the waves and when you spoke your heart to the wind I was there and answered, though you could not hear it” |
| [Wren] says: “Sansara!” said Larin in wonder. “You’re as lovely as your river!” |
| [Wren] says: But the Sea Queen leaned over and said softly, “You are a good man, Larin, so I will tell you the truth. If you but once kiss or embrace her, you can never return to your city again.” |
| [Wren] says: That night, Larin lay beside his bride on a bed of seaweed. She’s so lovely, thought Larin, so charming—all I ever hoped for. How can I not hold her? |
| [Wren] says: But time after time, the Queen’s words came back to him—never return to your city again— and his arms lay frozen at his sides. |
| [Wren] says: “Dearest,” said the princess, brushing a hand across his cheek “why do you not embrace me?” |
| [Wren] says: “It is the custom of my city,” Sadko stammered. “We never kiss or embrace on the first night.” |
| [Wren] says: “Then I fear you never will,” she said sadly, and turned away. |
| Geril winces, feeling sorry for the poor guy. |
| [Wren] says: When Larin awoke the next morning, he felt sunlight on his face. He opened his eyes and saw beside him not the Princess Sansara but the River Sansara. And behind him rose the walls of his beloved city. |
| [Wren] says: “My home,” said Larin, and he wept—perhaps for joy at his return, perhaps for sadness at his loss, perhaps for both. |
| [Wren] says: The years were good to Larin. With the money that remained to him, he bought a ship and goods enough to fill it. And so Larin became a merchant, and in time, the richest man in the city. |
| [Wren] says: What’s more, he married a fine young woman and raised a family. Many a feast he would hold so he could play his fiddle and watch his children dance. |
| [Wren] says: Yet sometimes still on a quiet evening he would walk out of the city alone, sit on the bank, and send his music over the water. And sometimes too a lovely head would rise from the river to listen—or perhaps it was only moonlight on the river |
| Geril applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Vindicis claps softly and smiles. |
| Sireena bows before Wren. |
| Berlshenk wipes the pie crust from his face and begins to applaud. |
| Berlshenk applauds. Bravo! |
| Neia nods sadly to Wren. |
| Livie sighs happily and claps |
| Amouretta claps her hands softly for Wren. |
| [Geril] says: Excellent story, Lady Wren. Very stirring. |
| Sullivan takes a small piece of cloth from his vest, and dabs his eyes. |
| Meris applauds for Wren. |
| Sireena cheers at Wren! |
| Drahliana applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Sireena applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Berlshenk waves slightly to Deren. |
| Deren waves at Cyrill. |
| Deren waves at Geril. |
| Sullivan applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| [Sireena] says: that was lovely... |
| [Wren] says: I know it was not quite as cheerful as usual. But I don't suppose all stories can be |
| Vindicis looks up and smiles to the newcomer. |
| Wren greets Deren warmly. |
| Geril greets Deren happily, "Hello Deren!" |
| Meris shoots Sireena an odd look. |
| Deren greets Wren with a hearty hello! |
| Berlshenk takes the pie pan and shoves it into his backpack. He opens the brown book to the point where the feather was placed. |
| [Geril] says: Well, that's going to be tough to follow.... |
| Geril looks around the circle nervously. |
| Neia murmurs something quietly to Livie. |
| [Drahliana] says: that was well told, Wren |
| [Geril] says: So, ahs anybody got a story or such they would like to share? We've got plenty of time, and plenty of ears. |
| [Drahliana] says: let me think |
| [Meris] says: It doesn't have to be as epic as Wren's! |
| [Drahliana] says: perhaps another piece of Kaldorei poetry? If I can have assistance |
| Geril welcomes the two newcomers to the circle, "Please, have a seat. Enjoy." |
| Tharion bows down graciously. |
| Xythael nods. |
| Berlshenk raises a brow at Drahliana. |
| Geril nods toward Drahliana, "Please, I'd love to hear it." |
| [Drahliana] says: I will need a volunteer to translate |
| [Drahliana] says: as it is in Darnassian |
| Meris looks over to Tharion and Xythael |
| [Drahliana] says: how about... |
| [Drahliana] says: you perhaps? |
| Geril grins, almost laughing as Drahliana chooses a victim. |
| [Illidorei] says: Good eve, ladies and gentlemen, I hope I'm not too late. |
| Berlshenk begins to fidget. |
| Tharion tilts his head slightly. |
| [Drahliana] says: no you're just in time... follow me. |
| Xythael perks a brow. |
| Berlshenk holds his hand up as to pause. |
| Meris smirks at the new elf. |
| Vindicis chuckles softly. |
| Geril takes a seat. |
| [Drahliana] says: no stand up |
| [Geril] says: You've been volunteered. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Uh... could you hold on fer a minute? I don't want a disturbance while ya translate. |
| [Drahliana] says: I am going to give a reading of Kaldorei poetry and I need a translator for those not of our people |
| [Illidorei] says: Ah, I see. |
| [Drahliana] says: are you willing? |
| Meris casts a glance over her shoulder at Fubuki. |
| [Illidorei] says: Of course, m'lady. |
| [Drahliana] says: now stand by me like a good male. |
| Fubuki nods at you. |
| Illidorei grins wickedly at Drahliana. |
| Drahliana chuckles at Illidorei. |
| Berlshenk frowns, then shrugs and listens. |
| Tharion smirks beneath his mask. |
| [Drahliana] says: this piece is untitled |
| [Drahliana] says: but you'll get the theme soon enough. |
| Wren looks past the circle and waves to Fubuki before turning her attention back to Drahliana |
| [Drahliana] says: legend says it was written by Azshara when she was fairly new to her throne |
| [Drahliana] says: and was as she would be for millennia |
| [Drahliana] says: the woman who sung as our heart. |
| Illidorei clears his throat and stares attentively at the female Kal'dorei. |
| Fubuki dips his head towards Wren in acknowledgement. |
| [Drahliana] says: ready? |
| [Illidorei] says: As ever. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Andu fulo andu Ash Dorini al ri aman do aman |
| [Illidorei] says: Come city, come Zin Ashari... it is time to wake! |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Al ri aman do ishnu do dor dune'adah |
| [Illidorei] says: It is time to dance in the moonlight. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do shano dor dal'dieb lo talah |
| [Illidorei] says: Time to weave the patterns of stars |
| Maedaine sits quietly to listen to the storyteller. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Dorados'no Shar falla nor Bandu tal ishura |
| Vindicis smiles as he notices Maedaine. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Andu fulo andu aman nor ishnu |
| Aerros waves at Tharion. |
| [Illidorei] says: Eternity's Well stirs an Elune has awoken |
| [Illidorei] says: Come city, come wake and dance. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] nor anu ri shano o d'ana'no diel |
| [Illidorei] says: and let us weave a tapestry anew! |
| [Drahliana] says: My next peace is not known by its author |
| Illidorei bows before Drahliana. |
| [Drahliana] says: whose name was lost to the Sundering |
| Maedaine smiles widely as she notices her lifemate and gets up to move quietly, trying not to disturb. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] O dieb o shando lo al'shar |
| Aerros waves at Maedaine. |
| Maedaine smiles and takes Vindicis' hand. |
| [Illidorei] says: I wear a wreath of autumn |
| Geril waves toward the newcomer. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Alah dath shando neph'o u'phol |
| [Illidorei] says: Made from fallen tree's bounty |
| Maedaine whispers "Hello my love" and quickly smiles at Aerros. "Greetings." |
| Vindicis smiles softly and willingly gives it over. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Su fulo tal diel o dor'ano |
| [Illidorei] says: My love has gone a hunting |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Nor ash dieb nor ishnu shar |
| [Illidorei] says: For one moon and twice more |
| Aerros smiles back, "hello Mae." |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Dath fandu anu belore |
| [Illidorei] says: When shall she return? |
| Aerros whispers to Vindicis. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Belore osa anu ash O shar shano diel shando |
| [Illidorei] says: Others say not, but I will weave this wreath |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] nor diel al nor dor aman'ni O alah |
| [Illidorei] says: and hold it for the passion I save |
| Illidorei bows his head in contemplation. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] nor su shando ano tal su shari no anu dorini |
| [Illidorei] says: for my hunter, who has my heart in her quiver. |
| [Drahliana] says: My final piece is much newer |
| [Drahliana] says: It was written by my parents, Drahlan and Liana |
| [Drahliana] says: each of them wrote a part, I will leave you to guess who put together which. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do dor Dor'ano lo D'ana'no Aman Aman Aman |
| Maedaine perks her ears towards the speaker, squeezing Vindicis' hand. |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to the Rangers of Moonwood! Hail! Hail! Hail! |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do dor banthalos lo Isera'duna dor shari lo fal diel |
| Calithos hums, walking calmly. |
| Calithos tips his hat to Dugald. |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to the guardians of Nighthaven, the heart of our land |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do turus ano ethala fal anar |
| Dugald nods at Calithos |
| Sireena bows before Calithos. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do turus ano rini fal u'phol |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to those who gather our food |
| Calithos looks at Sireena, calmly smiling, and tipping his hat. |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to those who keep our hearth |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do fal banthalos aman do dor banthalos al fulo fal al'shar |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to our guardians, hail to the creatures we call our friends. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do dor Banthalos fal al'shar nor mandalas |
| Sireena smiles seductively at Calithos. |
| Calithos looks over...and hrms, sitting down unceremoniously near where Sireena sat. |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to the Timbermaw, our friends and partners. |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman do Bandu nor D'ana'no anu dur |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Aman Aman Aman |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail to Elune and Cenarius her son. |
| [Illidorei] says: Hail! Hail! Hail! |
| [Drahliana] says: [Darnassian] Nor aman do dor Dieb ano shando su o turus fandu'talah |
| [Illidorei] says: And hail to the Moon who shines on a peace everlasting |
| [Drahliana] says: My parents lived by the customs of the old times |
| [Drahliana] says: which called upon the parents to create a poem to celebrate |
| [Drahliana] says: the birth of a new child, an event which had become rare among our people |
| [Illidorei] says: [Darnassian] Man'ar terro o shari'fal balah O thus aman O fulo o terro no bandu do talah dor dorini lo dor Banthalos diel |
| [Drahliana] says: since the pact of the World Tree extended our lives so long. |
| [Drahliana] says: That last piece was my birth-poem. |
| [Drahliana] says: Thank you all for listening |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Berlshenk applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Finnel applauds. Bravo! |
| Dugald claps excitedly. |
| [Drahliana] says: and give thanks to my volunteer |
| Drahliana applauds at Illidorei. Bravo! |
| Wren applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Berlshenk applauds at Illidorei. Bravo! |
| Aerros applauds. Bravo! |
| Maedaine claps excitedly. |
| Sireena applauds. Bravo! |
| Tharion nods his head slightly. |
| Vindicis claps. |
| Illidorei bows down graciously. |
| Sullivan applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Wren claps excitedly for Illidorei. |
| [Drahliana] says: Good male! |
| Neia nods, and claps |
| Amouretta smiles and applauds. |
| Calithos tips his hat. |
| [Geril] says: That was very beautiful... What was it? Oh... Birth poem. Truly worth a celebration, if I may say so. |
| Drahliana smiles at Illidorei. |
| Meris claps for Drahliana and Illidorei |
| Illidorei smiles at Drahliana. |
| Amouretta smiles, enjoying being exposed to other cultures. |
| [Geril] says: Well, I always enjoy it when Drahliana graces us with one of her poems. |
| Fubuki smiles at Drahliana. |
| Wren nods her agreement |
| Finnel bows to all and smiles as she makes her way off |
| [Geril] says: Now, the floor is open again to the next soul willing to share with us. Any volunteers? |
| Sullivan bows before Finnel. |
| Berlshenk quickly raises his hand and stands up with the book in his other hand. |
| Finnel bows before Sullivan. |
| [Sullivan] says: Good to see you Finnel. Take care. |
| [Berlshenk] says: I have yet another amusin tale ta share with all of ya. |
| Sireena smiles warmly at Berlshenk. |
| Geril looks at the dwarf, "Well, if nobody else has anything else they're dying to share, we'd be glad to hear it." |
| Fubuki chuckles at Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk smiles at the group and walks to the center. |
| Illidorei claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| [Geril] says: Well, get to it, Dwarf. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Hang on! Lemme explain to ya first. |
| [Berlshenk] says: This was while I was in the Mountainguard. We were gettin supplies from Southshore and ran into a buncha strange humans. |
| Berlshenk stares at the book and clears his throat. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "Today we were transferring supplies from Southshore. While we were walking, a bunch of humans started crowding in the front of the road." |
| [Berlshenk] says: "I don't know what they were mumbling or why they were blocking the road. I tried to ask them to step aside but all they did was blabber nonsense that I couldn't understand. I tried to reason with them, but they still talked in blabber." |
| [Berlshenk] says: "After an hour of conversing with them, they started getting angry and yelling the same nonsense. They looked like they were about to explode so I took my rifle out and aimed at them." |
| Tharion turns his head an nods silently to Faeroh. |
| Faeroh quietly waves to his friends. |
| Fubuki blinks at Berlshenk. |
| Tharion clears his throat to hide a chuckle. |
| Xythael tilts her head, listening. |
| Aerros whispers to his two guildmates, "excuse me a moment while I greet an old friend." |
| [Berlshenk] says: "They rushed at me waving their arms and yelling out the same blabber from before. I couldn't get a good aim at them because they were bobbing and weaving like drunk dwarves in Ironforge on Winter's day." |
| Maedaine nods her head. |
| Vindicis smiles and nods. |
| Illidorei pokes Drahliana in the rib. |
| Tharion looks over his shoulder and nods slightly at Aerros. |
| Tyyrlym scratches Chiyo between her shoulders. |
| [Berlshenk] says: "Before I knew it, one of them tackled me and brought me to the ground. I looked around and noticed that the other soldiers were just standing there. The rest of the humans were looking at me as well." |
| Illidorei grumbles, "That boar is beginning to irritate me..." |
| [Berlshenk] says: "I was struggling, but I couldn't get him off because he felt like a ton of bricks. Then all of a sudden, he shoved his hands to my ears and pulled something. It was cotton!" |
| Illidorei quirks a brow at Berlshenk. |
| [Fubuki] says: eh? |
| Berlshenk closes the book and clears his throat. |
| Maedaine hides a soft giggle behind her hand. |
| Tharion coughs again, perhaps another chuckle? |
| [Berlshenk] says: I gotta explain this one. |
| Berlshenk clears his throat once more. |
| Illidorei lets out a snicker. |
| [Berlshenk] says: The weird humans were following us for an hour from Southshore. After that little fight, he told me that we fergot the rest of the supplies that we were supposed to transfer. |
| [Illidorei] says: Finally... |
| [Berlshenk] says: At that time, they were testing artillery, and they gave me the cotton so my ears didn't blow up. |
| Illidorei pokes Drahliana in the ribs. |
| Berlshenk pats his pockets, and searches around them. |
| Faeroh chuckles as little, and picks a blade of grass, absentmindedly... |
| [Berlshenk] says: And... if ye think I'm lying, here's yer proof. |
| Drahliana eyes the male next to her with speculatively feral gaze |
| Aerros curtsies before Tharion. |
| Geril grins at the forgetful Dwarf. |
| Tharion bows before Aerros. |
| Berlshenk produces two yellow cottonballs from his pocket and holds it on his hands. |
| Illidorei gives a meek smile to Drahliana. |
| [Illidorei] says: Ew... please put that way. |
| Fubuki laughs at Berlshenk. |
| Geril laughs at Berlshenk. |
| Sullivan grins. |
| Wren laughs |
| [Berlshenk] says: Alrighty, that's about all I got fer today. |
| Fubuki shakes his head with a smile and wanders off. |
| Geril applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Wren applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Sullivan applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Neia nods to Berlshenk. |
| Berlshenk puts the cottonballs in his pockets. |
| Aerros applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Drahliana applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| Deren claps excitedly for Berlshenk. |
| Illidorei applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Excellent story, sir. |
| Meris smiles at Berlshenk. |
| Vindicis claps excitedly. |
| Maedaine claps. |
| [Berlshenk] says: Thank ye. I'd love ta tell ya more, but I gotta get goin now. |
| Berlshenk waves everyone farewell! |
| [Geril] says: Thank you for coming out and sharing with us. |
| Illidorei bows before Berlshenk. |
| Wren waves goodbye to Berlshenk. Farewell! |
| Berlshenk waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Calithos applauds at Berlshenk. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Okay, anyone with cotton in their ears, please remove it so you can hear the stories. |
| Illidorei lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Aerros checks her ears. |
| Vindicis laughs softly |
| Xythael smirks. |
| Meris rolls her eyes heavenward. |
| Tharion shakes his head, smirking beneath his mask. |
| [Geril] says: Okay, okay...Who's our next generous soul willing to tell us a tale? |
| [Aerros] says: "Pardon me, sir, Geril, is it?" |
| [Aerros] says: "I should like to give my story." |
| Geril nods at Aerros, "Yes, it is." |
| Illidorei pokes Drahliana in the ribs again. |
| [Geril] says: Well, please, tell your story. Share your wisdom with us. |
| Vindicis smiles softly, wondering what she will share. |
| Aerros shakes a little, she could battle demons, but public speech was different. |
| Maedaine raises an eyebrow and smiles gently, encouraging her clanmate. |
| Tharion tilts his head, paying attention. |
| [Aerros] says: "I should like to give you all an image... so please, clear you minds, and when I am done with my story, I would like to see whom you all think that I am speaking of." |
| [Aerros] says: "For long, long ago, on the other continent, there was a Night Elf, a misunderstood soul." |
| Vindicis nods slowly. |
| Drahliana claps excitedly. |
| Wren grins at Drahliana |
| [Aerros] says: "He wished to be different, maybe even a little greedy, but it would not be allowed... He was seen as an outcast and told to change and revere nature solely, like the other Elven people." |
| [Aerros] says: "So, when the time came, he felt betrayed, told to be someone he was not." |
| [Aerros] says: "He helped the Legion and then slipped away into the Night." |
| [Aerros] says: "For this he was punished." |
| Xythael grins slightly to herself.. |
| Faeroh smiles a little. |
| [Aerros] says: "Yet he agreed to help the Night Elves after this punishment, and held no grudge against his race." |
| [Aerros] says: "And when he chose to be different again, he was punished once more, outcasted this time. |
| [Aerros] says: "So, he turned to fight for his own cause, to help those who were misunderstood, but not necessarily evil." |
| Maedaine leans over to whisper to Vindicis. |
| [Aerros] says: "Then he vanished." |
| [Aerros] says: "So, might anyone speak the name of who I tell the story of?" |
| Calithos looks over. |
| [Illidorei] says: Illidan, perhaps? |
| Geril rubs his head, searching his mind for an answer. |
| [Drahliana] says: I do |
| Maedaine coughs softly. "Malfurion?" |
| Neia nods. |
| Vindicis smiles. |
| [Drahliana] says: You speak of one rightly named Betrayer |
| [Aerros] says: "Illidorei, you are correct." |
| [Aerros] says: "And as are you Drahliana." |
| Illidorei nods at Aerros. |
| Tharion grumbles slightly at the mention of the name. |
| [Drahliana] says: the Brother of Malfurion |
| [Aerros] says: "I speak on behalf of those misunderstood for their arcane ways." |
| [Illidorei] says: As my name implies. I am a follower of Illidan's ways. |
| [Aerros] says: "To show that chaos and evil are two different things." |
| Drahliana narrows her eyes |
| Xythael raises a brow. |
| Vindicis blinks slowly. |
| Maedaine frowns slightly |
| Geril bows his head. |
| Illidorei bows his head knowing he's drawn too much attention to himself. |
| [Geril] says: A very good distinction to point out. |
| [Aerros] says: "I do not say he is not evil..." |
| [Geril] says: There's a reason for his ways. |
| [Geril] says: Correct? |
| [Aerros] says: "But that, it was the fact that people saw him as evil that drove him to it." |
| Illidorei sighs and escapes to Shadow. |
| [Drahliana] says: or perhaps it was jealousy of his brother |
| [Tharion] says: "Good" and "Evil" are but labels used to color all that which is grey. |
| [Aerros] says: "Perhaps." |
| [Drahliana] says: or the addiction of the arcane or both and more |
| [Aerros] says: "The addiction... people speak so much of this addiction..." |
| [Drahliana] says: But I name Illidan, betrayer of my kind and count as such any who would walk his path |
| [Drahliana] says: and those who walk it without knowledge I name fools |
| Tharion nods his head slightly. |
| Geril frowns and rises to his feet. |
| [Geril] says: Hey folks, I'm sure you'd like to aggressively discuss your particular beliefs... |
| [Aerros] says: "Nay, I shall not start an argument, I simply wish to show that maybe those who seem evil... may only teeter on the edge." |
| Illidorei nods at Aerros. |
| Aerros curtsies before Geril. |
| [Geril] says: But please, keep it civil. We're here to tell stories and have a good time. |
| [Drahliana] says: I apologize |
| [Aerros] says: "Thank you sir." |
| [Geril] says: Well, not everyone.... |
| [Geril] says: Some people sing songs. |
| [Geril] says: And some impersonate teapots. |
| Illidorei sighs again and goes deeper into Shadow. |
| Calithos looks over, his hat hiding his eyes. "Some people.." |
| [Geril] says: But the point is to have a good time. |
| [Aerros] says: "Ah... I could tell a different tale, a not so controversial one." |
| Maedaine giggles as she glances towards the speaker. |
| [Geril] says: No, no, just stopping a potential mess. If you have more, please go on. |
| Calithos looks back, and adjusts his hat. |
| Sireena looks over at Calithos her lips curled in amusement. |
| Maedaine blinks slowly, her hand nervously tapping her leg. |
| [Aerros] says: "The tale I tell is a bit short, as I only know the end to tell the truth, and it is one that originates south of here." |
| [Aerros] says: "Some may know it, the library has many copies of it, but I should like to have it told anyway, it is a dark story, sad really." |
| Illidorei relaxes a bit and comes back out of the Shadow. |
| [Aerros] says: "But, a good reminder of what comes out of the fear of loss in times of war, a reminder for us to stay strong." |
| [Aerros] says: "For there was a soldier in the third war, a human, who lived in Duskwood." |
| [Aerros] says: "He had left his home to fight for the Alliance and protect his home." |
| [Aerros] says: "But the story is not of his battles, it is of his return." |
| Illidorei casts a glance over at Drahliana and meekly smiles. |
| [Aerros] says: "For he survived and came home to tell his wife and family of his adventures." |
| Maedaine sneezes softly and covers her mouth as she does so. |
| [Aerros] says: "And yet, the only thing he could tell, was a tombstone..." |
| [Aerros] says: "He knelt before it and mourned, that he would go to war and find them dead on his return..." |
| [Aerros] says: "This is enough to drive a man mad, and it did. He began to dig furiously at the grave." |
| [Aerros] says: "Soon, the attendants at the graveyard were upon him, holding him back." |
| [Aerros] says: "They each met the tip of his blade, and a bloody, horrible death." |
| [Aerros] says: "Overcome by the magnitude of his deeds, he let the blade make him the last life he took, at least, while he lived." |
| [Aerros] says: "But evil deeds like these do not go unseen." |
| Aerros looks at the fire for a second and smiles. |
| Aerros uses her magic to keep the flames from catching her aflame. |
| [Aerros] says: "He was brought back. |
| [Aerros] says: "Brought back as the most powerful undead force in that graveyard, and he would claim the lives of many, as a vengeance." |
| [Aerros] says: "To the lives that were taken from him, he would kill everyone that he saw as if they had taken his family." |
| Illidorei bows his head. |
| Maedaine glances towards the night elf that sat down nearby, out of no where. |
| [Aerros] says: "Deep in Duskwood, he wanders, Morgan Ladimore, the Reaping Spirit now called Mor'Ladim." |
| Aerros curtsies before Geril. |
| Aerros curtsies. |
| Maedaine smiles and nods. |
| Illidorei applauds at Aerros. Bravo! |
| Calithos claps excitedly. |
| Aerros steps out of the flames. |
| Sullivan applauds at Aerros. Bravo! |
| Tharion nods his head slightly. |
| Vindicis smiles and claps softly. |
| Threilar let out a mighty yawn, and let his eyes wander to the woman to his left. |
| Sireena claps with appreciation |
| Drahliana silently nods her appreciation |
| [Aerros] says: "I hope you enjoyed my stories, though they were not my own, I should like to know that we have all heard the tales of this war." |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Amouretta casts a sideways glance at the man to her right. |
| [Drahliana] says: they were stories well told |
| [Geril] says: That was a very good story, thank you for sharing with us. |
| [Wren] says: Thank you Aerros, for your tales |
| [Drahliana] says: Forgive me all, I am afraid I must depart. |
| [Aerros] says: "It is no problem." |
| [Geril] says: Now, I know a friend here has a story she'd like to share with us. |
| [Aerros] says: "Good bye Drahliana, I am sorry if my first story offended you." |
| Amouretta opens her mouth to say something, then hesitates and simply raises her hand high. |
| [Drahliana] says: your story did not offend me |
| Amouretta shrugs a bit. "Heh... well... why not." |
| Aerros smiles at Drahliana. |
| [Drahliana] says: you can be forgiven your ignorance. |
| Aerros cheers at Amouretta! |
| Geril nods toward Amouretta, "You're up." |
| [Drahliana] says: but I shall say no more of this tonight. |
| [Drahliana] says: good evening all |
| [Sullivan] says: Take care Drahliana, may Elune watch over you. |
| [Drahliana] says: and over you |
| Tharion bows down graciously. |
| Drahliana bows down graciously. |
| Xythael smiles at Amouretta. |
| Wren smiles and waves farewell to Drahliana "Be safe" |
| Baydon shifts his attention to Amouretta. |
| Vindicis looks down to his hands. |
| Amouretta walks into the center of the circle, hands clasped behind her back and chin up. “Hmm… well, the one I’m thinking of is an oldie. Some of you may have heard variations on the subject.” |
| Maedaine fidgets and glances towards the pretty human woman, before sneezing again. |
| Drahliana turns back again for a moment... looking hard on Illidorei |
| Amouretta smiles and shrugs apologetically. |
| [Amouretta] says: But it’s short enough in length to stall the moment for those who have something interesting to say but haven’t garnered quite enough courage yet to say it. |
| Drahliana then turns away leaving with out a word. |
| Illidorei hands Maedaine a handkerchief. |
| [Amouretta] says: Anyway. |
| Amouretta 's hands remain clasped behind her back as if she were reciting a poem in a classroom. |
| Maedaine glances down at the cloth and smiles, nodding her thanks. "Many thanks." |
| Tharion turns his attention to the somewhat familiar face. |
| Illidorei nods, "It is nothing." |
| [Amouretta] says: An elderly man was sitting alone beside a dark path that led both ways. |
| Threilar pondered picking up his walking stick and poking at her hands. |
| [Amouretta] says: He had no recollection of where he was or what direction he should head in as he'd forgotten where he was traveling to. He wasn't even certain of what his own name was. |
| [Amouretta] says: He had sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs when all of a sudden he lifted his head to see an old woman before him. |
| [Amouretta] says: She grinned toothlessly and spoke. "Now as for your third wish... what shall it be?" |
| Calithos tips his hat to Dominik |
| Xythael nods to Dominik. |
| Wren glances over her shoulder and smiles at Dominik |
| Sireena smiles warmly at Dominik. |
| Dominik smiles and nods briefly to everyone as he sits down in his own little patch of grass. |
| [Amouretta] says: "Third wish?" the man asks, puzzled. "How can I have a third wish if I haven't had a first or a second yet?" |
| Vindicis smiles as he sees Dominik |
| Maedaine glances down at the cloth and over to the elf, debating. Deciding it is a bad idea, she tucks the cloth into her belt, remembering his face. |
| [Amouretta] says: The woman cackled and peered at him through half-closed lids. "You've already had a first or a second wish, my good man, but your second wish was for me to return the world back to the way it was before you made your first." |
| Aerros sneezes gently, "oh, bother." |
| [Amouretta] says: She laughed again. "That is why you remember nothing. And so it is that you have one wish left." |
| Illidorei throws a handkerchief at Aerros, "What's with the allergies tonight?" |
| [Amouretta] says: "Alright...," the man replies, still baffled. |
| [Amouretta] says: "I don't believe this, but I suppose there's no harm in wishing." He hesitated and went on to speak. |
| Aerros thanks Illidorei, but declines the handkerchief, "I already have some." |
| [Amouretta] says: "I wish to know who I am." |
| Illidorei nods at Aerros. |
| [Amouretta] says: "Funny," said the hag, as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish." |
| Aerros giggles. |
| Amouretta shrugs and unclasps her hands, signifying that she was finished. |
| Illidorei smiles at Amouretta. |
| Threilar blinks at Amouretta. |
| Aerros mutters to herself, "as I thought." |
| [Illidorei] says: I liked it very much. Thank you. |
| Sullivan applauds at Amouretta. Bravo! |
| Aerros cheers at Amouretta! |
| Amouretta blinks and returns to her seat. |
| Baydon smiles faintly. |
| Faeroh smiles at the story. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| [Aerros] says: "Oh, Mae, what a bother, I think I caught it." |
| Sireena applauds heartily at Amouretta. |
| Wren applauds at Amouretta. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Excellent! |
| Sullivan ponders, "I think some days I had met her." and grins slightly. |
| Amouretta smiles at Geril. |
| Maedaine wipes her nose on the cloth again and sends an apologetic glance towards Aerros. "My apologies Lady. I've seem to have caught a cold." |
| [Geril] says: Well, who's the next soul willing to share with us tonight? |
| Dominik turns to Calithos rather pointedly. |
| Calithos looks over. "Hm? Oh, right." |
| Calithos slowly stands. ""I have a story, if no one is ready to tell their own." |
| Geril turns to Calithos, 'Have you got a story for us?" |
| Vindicis looks to Calithos |
| Sireena looks up at Calithos with anticipation. |
| Calithos grins. "I always have a fascinating story." |
| Geril grins, "I trust you'll keep it reasonable...?" |
| [Calithos] says: Yes, yes. Half an hour.. |
| Geril nods and smiles. |
| Calithos pulls out a small pocket watch and begins twirling it. |
| [Geril] says: Then have at it... Blow us all away. |
| Calithos hits the Stopwatch button, and pockets it. |
| Wren pulls a flask from her pocket and shakes it near her ear. Finding it full she smiles happily and takes a drink |
| [Dominik] says: This had better be good. I closed down to hear it. |
| [Calithos] says: Now...I won't go into Silithus tonight, since the many people that wanted to hear the end aren't here. |
| Dominik grins brightly at Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: So, I will go to a..place of history. A place of where we have our roots. Lordaeron, but more specifically, Tirisfal. |
| Geril helps himself to a drink from his own flask. |
| Maedaine covers her hand in Vindicis' with her other one, shivering slightly. |
| Wren raises a drink to Geril. Cheers! |
| [Calithos] says: Now, I decided to pull this one all by myself. So you know it went..rather eventful. |
| Vindicis pulls a cloak out of his bags and wraps it around Maedaine's shoulders. |
| [Calithos] says: So, heading through Silverpine, a pain in the ass group of gnolls that well, didn't look too ripe..and some forsaken, I got to the old homelands. |
| Sireena 's eyes glisten as her interest is keenly perked at the mention of Tirisfal.. |
| Maedaine smiles gratefully, her dimple flashing. |
| [Calithos] says: Now, I was on my horse, Grave Moss, when all of a sudden, a Tauren tackled me. Just out of nowhere, he leapt from the hiding spot, and tackled. |
| [Calithos] says: I know he was expecting to use my horse as a weapon..until it faded into smoke. Magic trick I picked up in the church, that sure as hell got him on a slip up. Also gave me time to react to a Tauren who saw a cousin disappear into thin air. |
| [Calithos] says: I swung my hand out, and said the garbled language of Light magic, and one blast of a smite..two blasts, three blasts before he was able to spin around to find me, carrying a mace about.. |
| [Calithos] says: Well, imagine me, except skinnier, and with a fatter head. |
| [Calithos] says: That would be his mace. |
| Faeroh chuckles a little. |
| Aerros giggles at Maedaine. |
| [Calithos] says: But it looked like if it hit me, I would be the one not getting another chance. |
| [Calithos] says: So I did the very wise thing. |
| [Calithos] says: I turn and ran like hell to get some distance between me and him. |
| Xythael looks over her shoulder and smiles at Lannia. |
| [Calithos] says: After a few more yards sat between us, I spun around and blasted him with another spell. It obviously caused his mind to burst, making him distracted for a moment. |
| Tharion nods his head silently at Lannia. |
| [Calithos] says: So I decided to try to disable him in any way I could. I don't know what possessed me, but I burst with an inner fire, and swung my staff for his leg. |
| Xythael leans over and whispers to Tharion quietly. |
| [Calithos] says: I swung around, pivoting as my staff pulled me to face the opposite side of him. It was obvious my efforts had a negative effect on where I was going. |
| Lannia smiles. |
| Illidorei turns away as a tear runs down his cheek. |
| [Calithos] says: But I used this as a chance to swing another Smite at the Tauren. Who seemed to just get more and more pissed. |
| Dwailin smiles at Danuf. |
| [Dwailin] says: Go 'ave some fun, Nala |
| [Calithos] says: So while I was basically in a pattern of Smite, run run run smite, run run run smite. |
| Aerros looks to her guildmates, "well, my friends, I'm going to get going, this was fun, I'll try to stick around longer next time." |
| Dominik blinks. |
| Meris casts a sidelong glance at Geril, smirking at his drunkenness |
| [Calithos] says: It was going well if not for the fact he kept regenerating wounds every time I decided to run like a bat outta hell. |
| Vindicis nods slowly. |
| Geril knows how to enjoy a story the best way. |
| [Calithos] says: And so, I kept running..not really realizing where I was going. |
| [Calithos] says: ...Until I bumped into a troll. |
| Wren nods approvingly at Geril before taking another drink |
| Maedaine grins impishly and waves bye slowly. "Safe journeys to you." |
| [Calithos] says: So...I was very unsure what was going on, until I looked around my surroundings. |
| Dwailin nudges Danuf, whispering "look ye, tis Tharion" |
| Kurlann kneels down. |
| [Calithos] says: ...ruined structure, statues crumbling, dead grass...a slime river.. |
| A sly smirk spreads across Kurlann's face. |
| Danuf blinks at Dwailin. |
| [Calithos] says: ..I ran about a good hundred yards into the Undercity. |
| Tharion nods his head at Dwailin in greeting. |
| Dwailin smiles at Tharion. |
| [Calithos] says: Now, I've been to the Undercity before. So I know how long they take to get a platoon together to rip me apart. |
| Danuf whispers. |
| [Danuf] says: [Dwarvish] Angor ok-hoga |
| [Calithos] says: About a minute if the Light really liked me alot. So I had to think fast. |
| [Dwailin] says: [Dwarvish] ta am a hine drugan Dun-fel mos A guma hor |
| Danuf smirks slyly at Dwailin. |
| [Calithos] says: I was able to bellow out a moan, that caused them both to think Demons the size of infernals were about, and distract them. Of course halfway through I belched, which didn't really help. Kinda told them I was trying to trick them. |
| [Calithos] says: So..I looked around..and saw the river of slime. |
| Maedaine whispers softly to her love. "I must take my leave my heart. I will meet you in our room at the Halls, later." She smiles and rises slowly. |
| Vindicis nods slowly and smiles. |
| [Calithos] says: I knew it lead outside, through the sewer system lead to Lordamere lake. I'd be on the other side, and able to swim away. |
| Maedaine nods at no one particularly, smiling in appreciation of the evening's entertainment. |
| Illidorei bids farewell to Maedaine. |
| [Danuf] says: [Dwarvish] Frean Modan |
| [Calithos] says: ..So I took a deep breath..and ran for my life. Prayed I wouldn't hit solid ground, and leapt. |
| [Calithos] says: And wouldn't you know it, I banged my skull into the canal pipe. So everything went black as I went down the sewer. |
| [Calithos] says: I woke up close to..had to be about three hours later. on my back in the water, staring in the sky, wondering just what the hell happened. |
| Vindicis blinks and stares at the ground. |
| [Calithos] says: I eventually swam back, and went back to Tirisfal, which may sound stupid, but I had a score to settle with that damn Tauren. |
| Dwailin listens intently to Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: This time I snuck around to where I knew he was. I saw him at a camp, laughing..as the bastard had my hat! |
| [Calithos] says: You can take my pride, and you can take my cash, but there is no way on this damned planet someone is taking my hat. |
| Athramir grins wickedly at Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: I went for the guy. And I threw smites as fast as I could. |
| Wren chuckles |
| [Calithos] says: Four smites into it, before he could get close. |
| [Illidorei] says: Damned boar... |
| [Calithos] says: But I had a trick up my sleeve, this time I was gonna let him get close. |
| [Illidorei] says: Might you help me kill that damned boar? |
| [Dwailin] says: [Dwarvish] Robush rune we |
| [Dwailin] says: [Dwarvish] dum dum khaz-rand |
| [Calithos] says: He got in about five feet, but I leapt at him, and grabbed his shoulder, which seemed to confuse him. |
| [Calithos] says: As soon as I had a good grip.. |
| Calithos holds his hand out...and smacks his arm |
| [Calithos] says: Lightning bolt to the face! |
| Wren blinks. |
| [Calithos] says: Ten thousand volts of "Fuck you" point blank. He flew thirty feet from the shock. |
| Geril scowls at Calithos. ...hic! |
| Dominik blinks, mildly startled by the lightning. |
| Tavion looks to Calithos with his cocked head |
| Amouretta smiles at the special effects. |
| [Calithos] says: So I calmly walked over, and calmly reclaimed my hat. Sadly, the bolt of lightning hit it..and it was a smoked hat. |
| [Calithos] says: Of course, so was the Tauren, but I couldn't really care about his condition. |
| Sireena gasps "oohhh..ahhhh" at the lightning.. |
| Geril would like to politely remind Calithos that viewers of various age groups may be present. |
| [Calithos] says: And thus, I was forced to ride back to Southshore...and get my hat fixed. And that's how you learn not to take someone's hat. |
| Tavion doesn't mind for one |
| [Calithos] says: Thank you. |
| Calithos bows down graciously. |
| Tharion smirks beneath his mask. |
| Athramir applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Wren applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Dominik blinks for a moment. And again. Then claps. |
| Danuf claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Tavion claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Dwailin applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Neia nods to Calithos. |
| Sireena applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Sullivan applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Jaffar nods at Calithos. |
| You smile at Calithos. |
| [Dwailin] says: S'rry fer the interruption there |
| [Geril] says: Excellent shtory! I alwaysh get a kick out of your shtories! ...hic! |
| Lannia claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Tavion nudges Calithos "nice one" |
| Geril stands up, swaggering about somewhat. |
| [Dominik] says: Oh dear. |
| Threilar feels his head droop, and suddenly jerks back up, waking from his little doze. |
| Dominik spies Geril's condition. |
| Athramir shoos Great Goretusk away. Be gone pest! |
| Sireena pats Calithos on the back with affection. |
| [Dominik] says: No drinks for you at the Jester tonight. |
| Athramir lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Dwailin chuckles at Dominik. |
| Danuf gasps at Dominik. |
| [Geril] says: Sho, anyone left with a wonderful literary work to share with ush on thish wonderful night? ...hic! |
| [Dominik] says: Everyone else is welcome, of course. |
| Dwailin smiles at Tharion. |
| Dominik grins. |
| [Wren] says: I've another I could tell |
| Dominik takes advantage of the opportunity to shamelessly advertise. |
| Tharion nods towards Dwailin and smiles beneath his mask. |
| Geril grins at Wren, "Well, please, do share it with us!" |
| Neia bows before Geril. |
| Wren looks around the circle to be sure no one else wanted to go |
| Calithos smiles, listening. |
| [Wren] says: I'll stand for this one, I could do with a stretch |
| Wren stands, brushing grass from her dress |
| Meris gazes around the circle. "How'd we lose its shape?" |
| [Geril] says: It's a shtory-time polygon. |
| [Tavion] says: Is...anyone going? If not, I ill share a very short one |
| [Wren] says: This one will be a bit cheerier I think |
| Dwailin scoots over to make a slightly less ugly circle |
| [Tavion] says: After you, then |
| Tharion seems to be perfectly comfortable where he sits. |
| [Wren] says: Once there was a lad named Leif. Now, Leif was a likeable fellow, and handsome to boot. But he never wanted to listen to anyone, and he always had to do things his own way. |
| [Wren] says: “My son, it’s good to make up your own mind,” his father told him. “But it’s also good to know when others know more than you.” |
| [Wren] says: Now, Leif didn’t want to hear that either, so he said, “Father, I’m going out into the world, where I can do things just as I like.” |
| [Wren] says: His father begged Leif not to go, but the more he pleaded, the more Leif was set on it. |
| [Wren] says: Finally his father said, “Your stubbornness is bound to land you in trouble. But at least take this piece of advice: Whatever you do, don’t go to work for the ogre.” |
| Tavion lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Wren] says: So where do you think Leif went? |
| [Tavion] says: Ogre work |
| [Geril] says: to work for the OGRE!! ...hic! |
| Wren looks around and nods |
| [Wren] says: Right to work for the Ogre! |
| [Wren] says: Leif knocked on the door, and the ogre himself answered it. He was huge, and a good deal uglier than anyone you’d care to meet. |
| [Wren] says: “Pardon me, sir,” said Leif. “I’m looking for work.” |
| Geril waves to Hygeia enthusiastically. |
| Hygeia glares angrily at Sireena. |
| Calithos looks over..and wonders. He says nothing. |
| Jaffar smiles at Hygeia. |
| [Wren] says: I should take a moment here to tell you that this was a rather unusually smart Ogre |
| Sireena smirks with amusement at Hygeia's theatrics. |
| Lannia nods and quietly excuses herself. |
| [Wren] says: Helps the story if he yells more than just SMASH |
| Tavion mumbles. "Smart and ogre are oxymorons...or...something.." |
| Wren nods |
| [Wren] says: “Are you, now?” said the ogre, feeling the boy’s arm. “I could use a fellow like you.” |
| Athramir debates running over and kicking Calithos in the shin, but decides to continue listening instead. |
| [Wren] says: The ogre led him into the stable and said, “I’m taking my goats to pasture. Since it’s your first day, I won’t ask much of you. Just shovel out all this dung.” |
| [Geril] says: Are you shuggesting that people who shpeak with shmash as every other word are not intelligent? ...hic! |
| Faeroh nods quietly, and places a hand on Tharion’s shoulder, indicating that he is about to leave. |
| Danuf mutters, "All this talkin... not nuff drinkin..." |
| Hygeia snickers at Dwailin. |
| [Geril] says: I know a bouncer that would be insulted. |
| Tharion turns around and nods silently to Faeroh. |
| [Wren] says: “Well, that’s kind of you, sir,” said Leif. “You’re surely easy to please!” |
| Wren grins at Geril "Not at all, just commenting that this isn't your average ogre" |
| Geril nods, swaying a bit, "Oh, of course... Please... Continue." |
| [Wren] says: “But just one thing,” said the ogre. “Don’t go looking through the rooms of the house, or you won’t live to tell about it.” |
| [Wren] says: When the ogre had gone, Leif said to himself, “Not look through the house? Why, that’s just what I want to do!” |
| Dwailin lies down. |
| [Wren] says: So Leif went through all the rooms till he came to the kitchen. And there stirring a big iron pot was the loveliest maiden he had ever seen. |
| [Wren] says: “Good Lord!” cried the girl. “What are you doing here?” |
| [Wren] says: “I’ve just got a job with the ogre,” said Leif. |
| [Wren] says: “Then heaven help you get out of it!” said the girl. “Weren’t you warned about working here?” |
| [Wren] says: “I was,” said Leif, “but I’m glad I came anyway, else I never would have met you!” |
| Athramir shivers. |
| [Wren] says: Well, the girl liked that answer, so they sat down to chat. |
| Athramir pokes Dominik. Hey! |
| [Wren] says: They talked and talked and talked some more, and before the day was done, he held her hand in his. |
| Dwailin breathes in the brisk night air |
| [Wren] says: Then the girl asked, “What did the ogre tell you to do today?” |
| [Wren] says: “Something easy,” said Leif. “I’ve only to clear the dung from the stable.” |
| Tharion glances down at the reclining dwarf and seems to smirk a little beneath his mask. |
| [Wren] says: “Easy to say!” said the girl. “But if you use the pitchfork the ordinary way, ten forkfuls will fly in for every one you throw out! |
| Calithos smiles, listening. |
| [Wren] says: Now, here’s what you must do. Turn the pitchfork around and shovel with the handle. Then the dung will fly out by itself.” |
| [Wren] says: Leif went out to the stable and took up the pitchfork. But he said to himself, “That can’t be true, what she told me,” and he shoveled the ordinary way. |
| [Wren] says: Within moments, he was up to his neck in dung. |
| Wren wrinkles her nose at the thought |
| [Wren] says: “I guess her way wouldn’t hurt to try,” he said. So he turned the pitchfork around and shoveled with the handle. In no time at all, the dung was all out, and the stable looked like he had scrubbed it. |
| [Geril] says: he needsh to get a handle on the situation. |
| Auroramira waves. |
| Wren rolls her eyes at Geril and continues |
| Dwailin groans at Geril |
| Tharion tries not to snicker. |
| Tharion fails. |
| [Wren] says: As Leif started back to the house, the ogre came up with the goats. “Is the stable clean?” asked the ogre. “Tight and tidy!” said Leif, and he showed it to him. |
| [Wren] says: “You never figured this out for yourself!” the ogre said. “Have you been talking to my Master Maid? |
| [Wren] says: “Master Maid?” said Leif. “Now, what sort of thing might that be, sir?” |
| [Wren] says: “You’ll find out soon enough,” said the ogre. |
| [Wren] says: The next morning, the ogre was again to go off with his goats. He told Leif, “Today I’ll give you another easy job. Just go up the hill to the pasture and fetch my stallion.” |
| [Wren] says: “Thank you, sir,” said Leif. “That won’t be any trouble.” |
| [Wren] says: “But mind you stay out of the rooms of the house,” said the ogre, “or I’ll make an end of you.” |
| [Wren] says: When the ogre had gone off, Leif went right to the kitchen and sat down again with the girl whom the ogre had called Master Maid |
| [Wren] says: “Didn’t the ogre threaten you against coming here?” she asked. |
| [Wren] says: “He did,” said Leif, “but he’ll have to do worse to keep me away from you!” |
| Wren chuckles and shakes her head at the terrible line |
| [Wren] says: So they talked and talked and talked some more, and before the day was done, he had his arm around her. |
| Tharion blushes, perhaps having used such a line in the past. |
| [Wren] says: Then Master Maid asked, “What work did the ogre give you today?” |
| [Wren] says: “Nothing hard,” said Leif. “I just have to fetch his stallion from the hillside.” |
| [Wren] says: “Yes, but how will you manage?” asked Master Maid. “It will charge at you, shooting flame from its mouth and nostrils! |
| [Wren] says: But here’s how to do it. Take that bridle hanging by the door and hold it before you as you get near. Then the stallion will be tame as a kitten" |
| [Wren] says: So Leif threw the bridle over his shoulder and went up the hill to the pasture. But he said to himself, “That horse looks gentle enough,” and he started right over to it. |
| [Wren] says: As soon as the stallion saw him, it charged at him, shooting flame just as Master Maid had said. |
| [Wren] says: Barely in time, Leif got the bridle off his shoulder and held it before him. The stallion stopped, as tame as you please, and Leif bridled it and rode it back to the stable. |
| [Geril] says: Nothing to get all fired up about. |
| [Wren] says: On his way out, he met the ogre coming home with the goats. “Did you bring home the stallion?” asked the ogre. “Safe and sound!” said Leif, and he showed him. “You never figured this out for yourself!” the ogre said. |
| Dwailin flips a pebble at Geril |
| Geril tries to dodge, but fails miserably. |
| [Wren] says: "Have you been talking to my Master Maid?" |
| Tharion does not try to stop his snickering this time. |
| [Wren] says: “Master Maid?” said Leif. “Didn’t you mention that yesterday? I’d certainly like to know what it is!” “All in good time,” said the ogre. |
| Athramir sets his staff and backpack nest to him, trying to be as quiet as possible. |
| [Wren] says: The next morning, before the ogre left with the goats, he said, “I want you to go to the mountain today and collect my tunnel tax from the fairies.” |
| [Wren] says: “All right, sir,” said Leif. “I’m sure I can figure it out.” “But just keep out of the rooms of the house,” said the ogre, “or you won’t make it through another day.” |
| [Wren] says: As soon as the ogre had left, off went Leif to the kitchen and once more sat down with Master Maid. |
| [Wren] says: “Aren’t you the least bit afraid of the ogre?” she asked. |
| [Wren] says: “I am,” said Leif, “but not near as much as I’m in love with you!” |
| Dwailin coughs... ahem |
| Tharion has NOT used that line before. |
| Wren grins |
| Geril doesn't feel so cheesy anymore. ...hic! |
| [Wren] says: So they talked and talked and talked some more, and before the day was done, she gave him a nice big kiss. |
| [Wren] says: Then Master Maid asked, “What are you to do for the ogre today?” |
| Dwailin thinks about cheese... "mmmmm cheeeeeese..." |
| [Wren] says: “Something simple,” said Leif. “I’m to go to the mountain and collect the tunnel tax from the fairies.” |
| [Wren] says: “Simple if you know how!” said Master Maid. “You’re lucky I’m here to tell you! Take that club that’s leaning against the wall and strike it against the mountain. The rock will open up, and a fairy will ask you how much you want. |
| [Wren] says: Be sure to say, ‘Just as much as I can carry.’” |
| [Wren] says: So Leif took the club to the mountain and struck it against the side. The rock split wide open, and out came one of the fairies. Through the crack, Leif could see piles and piles of silver, gold, and gems. |
| [Wren] says: “I’ve come for the ogre’s tunnel tax,” said Leif. |
| [Wren] says: “How much do you want?” asked the fairy. |
| [Geril] says: That maid's got a wealth of knowledge, eh? |
| Tharion shakes his head somewhat. |
| Geril grins, having completely failed. |
| Wren chuckles and nods at Geril, "she's the master maid for a reason" |
| [Wren] says: Now, Leif figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask for extra and then keep some for himself. So he said, “As much as you can give me.” |
| [Wren] says: As soon as he said it, silver, gold, and gems came streaming out of the mountain and piled up around him. In a few moments he was nearly buried, but the treasure kept coming. |
| Kurlann kneels down. |
| [Wren] says: “I’ve changed my mind!” Leif shouted. “Just as much as I can carry!” |
| [Wren] says: The pile of treasure flew back into the mountain, and the fairy handed him a sack. |
| [Wren] says: As Leif arrived back, he met the ogre. “Did you collect my tax?” the ogre asked. “Done and delivered!” said Leif. He opened the sack, and silver, gold, and gems overflowed onto the ground |
| [Wren] says: “You never figured this out for yourself!” the ogre said. “You’ve been talking with my Master Maid!” |
| [Wren] says: “Master Maid?” said Leif. “This is the third time you’ve spoken of it, sir. I wish I could see it for myself!” “It won’t be long now,” said the ogre. |
| [Wren] says: The next morning, the ogre brought Leif to Master Maid. “Cut him up and throw him in the stew,” he told her. “And wake me when he’s done.” Then he lay down on a bench and started snoring. |
| [Wren] says: Master Maid took a butcher knife down from the wall. |
| Wren grins wickedly. |
| [Wren] says: “You wouldn’t!” said Leif. |
| [Wren] says: “Don’t be silly!” said the girl. |
| [Wren] says: She pricked the tip of her little finger and squeezed three drops of blood onto a three-legged stool. Then she put some old rags and shoe soles in the stewpot, along with the kitchen garbage, and a couple of dead rats, and some dung for good measure. |
| [Wren] says: Then she gathered a wooden comb, a lump of salt, and a flask of water. |
| [Geril] says: She's a crappy chef. |
| Athramir listens intently to Wren. |
| Dwailin chucks another slightly larger pebble at Geril |
| Wren grimaces at Geril and chuckles |
| [Wren] says: “Quick!” she said. “We must flee while we can!” |
| Tharion scoots a few more piles of pebbles towards Dwailin, making certain he has enough ammunition. |
| [Wren] says: “Are you sure we need to rush?” said Leif |
| Dwailin grins from ear to ear |
| [Wren] says: But Master Maid pushed him out the door and over to the stable. They saddled two mares and rode away at full gallop. |
| [Wren] says: Meanwhile, the ogre was stirring from his sleep. “Is he ready?” the ogre called, not opening his eyes. |
| [Wren] says: “Tough as leather!” the first drop of blood answered in Master Maid’s voice. So the ogre went back to sleep. |
| [Wren] says: A little later, the ogre woke again and called, “Is he cooked?” |
| [Wren] says: “Still chewy,” said the second drop of blood. The ogre went to sleep again. |
| [Wren] says: At last, the ogre woke and called, “Isn’t he done yet?” |
| [Wren] says: “Tender and juicy!” said the third drop of blood. |
| [Wren] says: Still half asleep, the ogre stumbled over to the pot. He scooped up some stew in a wooden ladle, and took a big mouthful. It was barely in his mouth when he sprayed it across the room. |
| [Wren] says: “That little witch!” he shouted. Then his eyes grew wide. “She must have run off with the boy!” |
| [Wren] says: The ogre raced to the stable and saddled his stallion. Then he rode after them like a whirlwind, with the stallion breathing fire as it went. |
| [Wren] says: In a little while, Leif looked behind and saw the ogre chasing them. “We’re done for!” he cried. |
| [Wren] says: But Master Maid threw the wooden fork over her shoulder and shouted, |
| [Wren] says: “Fork of wood, bless my soul. Turn to trees and stop the ogre.” |
| [Dwailin] says: Use a [Carrot on a Stick]! |
| Kurlann cheers! |
| Tharion takes one of the pebbles and flings it at Dwailin. |
| [Wren] says: The fork changed to a thick forest that blocked the ogre’s way. |
| [Wren] says: “I know how to deal with this,” said the ogre, and he called out, |
| [Wren] says: “Forest Chewer, curse her soul. Chew the forest, help the ogre.” |
| [Wren] says: The Forest Chewer appeared out of nowhere and devoured the trees, making a path for the ogre’s horse. |
| [Wren] says: Leif looked back and again saw the ogre. “We’re lost!” he cried. |
| [Wren] says: But Master Maid tossed the lump of salt behind her. |
| [Wren] says: “Lump of salt, bless my soul. Grow to mountain, stop the ogre.” |
| [Wren] says: The salt turned to a craggy mountain, and the ogre again had to stop. “I know how to handle this, too!” he said. |
| [Dwailin] says: [Gnomish Battle Chicken] to th' rescue! |
| Wren smiles at Dwailin. |
| [Wren] says: “Mountain Cruncher, curse her soul. Crunch the mountain, help the ogre.” |
| [Wren] says: The Mountain Cruncher appeared and bored a tunnel, straight through the mountain. |
| [Wren] says: Meanwhile, Leif and Master Maid came to a sea, where they found a sailboat tied up. They left the horses, boarded the boat, and sailed for the far shore. |
| [Wren] says: They were halfway across when the ogre rode up to the water. “I can take care of this, as well!” he said. |
| [Wren] says: “Water Sucker, curse her soul. Suck the water, help the ogre.” |
| [Wren] says: The Water Sucker appeared and started drinking up the sea. Soon the boat was scraping bottom. |
| [Wren] says: “It’s the end of us!” cried Leif. But Master Maid took out her flask. |
| [Geril] says: Man, that really sucks for them. |
| You grin wickedly at Geril. |
| Dwailin mumbles "If only tha' sea were mead... mmmm" |
| Geril dodges pebbles in advance. |
| [Tavion] says: If they survive, they would really need extensive counseling... |
| [Wren] says: “Drop of water, bless my soul. Fill the sea and stop the ogre.” |
| Dwailin carefully aims a pebble with one hand.... |
| [Wren] says: She poured overboard a single drop, and the drop of water filled the sea. |
| Dwailin then tosses a whole handful at Geris with the other |
| Bill looks a little grim. He leans down and taps Jaffar on the shoulder and whispers to him. |
| [Wren] says: “Drink it up! Drink it up!” raged the ogre. But not another drop could the Water Sucker drink, and Leif and Master Maid landed safe on the other shore. |
| Geril gets assaulted by pebbles and falls over. |
| Hygeia gasps surprised to see Bill |
| Geril lies down. |
| Athramir scrapes up a pebble and launches it in the direction of Geril. |
| Jaffar gasps and looks over too Bill. |
| Sireena covers her head in case the barrage of thrown pebbles accidentally strikes her.. |
| [Wren] says: It wasn’t long then till Leif had Master Maid home, and not long again till they had a wedding. |
| Hygeia snickers at Sireena. |
| [Wren] says: But when the minister asked Master Maid if she’d love, honor, and obey, Leif told him |
| Calithos gasps too. But only because he wants to be part of the trend. |
| Amouretta eyes Geril up and down, slightly concerned. |
| [Wren] says: “Never mind that! It’s best if I obey her!" |
| Tavion rolls on the floor laughing. |
| [Wren] says: And he did—which is why they lived happily ever after |
| Sireena gives Hygeia an icy look of distaste. |
| [Geril] says: She was maid for him. |
| Jaffar puts his hand on Bill's shoulder and leads him away. |
| Wren bows down graciously. |
| Tavion claps excitedly. |
| Geril applauds. |
| Dwailin applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Sullivan applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Tavion stands up, staggering |
| Threilar lets out a hacking cough. |
| Meris claps for Wren. |
| Athramir applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Dwailin points at Geril. |
| Sireena applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Tavion smiles. |
| Tharion smiles widely and nods his head in amusement. |
| Dwailin chuckles at Geril. |
| Hygeia claps excitedly for Wren. |
| [Tavion] says: If no one else had the spot, mind if I go? |
| Tavion smiles. |
| [Dwailin] says: 's the lad ok? |
| Wren reaches over and starts ruthlessly poking Geril |
| Geril stands up. |
| [Wren] says: There ya are, all better |
| Tavion peers at Geril searchingly. |
| Dwailin marks Great Goretusk |
| [Geril] says: Tavion, I'm quite sorry. Normally, we'd all love to hear your story. |
| Dwailin carefully sights along his rifle barrel at Great Goretusk |
| [Tavion] says: Mhrm |
| Calithos looks over. "Perhaps next week, Tavion." |
| [Tavion] says: Ah! Right.! |
| Dwailin pokes Great Goretusk. Hey! |
| [Geril] says: But it's getting very late for some of us, and I’d hate to have anyone miss out on your story because they passed out. |
| Tavion nods at Geril. |
| Dwailin marks Great Goretusk |
| Dwailin carefully sights along his rifle barrel at Great Goretusk |
| Tavion sits down, blushing with embarrassment |
| [Geril] says: Next time however, I would love to hear what you have to share. |
| Tavion smiles at Geril. |
| [Tavion] says: Great |
| Wren smiles at Tavion "My apologies for taking so much time" |
| Meris nods to Tavion. |
| Hygeia smiles at Wren. |
| Tavion waves his hand at Wren. |
| [Tavion] says: I will NEVER forgive you. |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, I'd like to thank everyone for attending tonight. |
| Wren laughs. |
| Tavion grins jocularly |
| Threilar considered accepting the apology. |
| [Geril] says: The stories shared tonight have definitely been enlightening. |
| Dwailin tells a joke. |
| Tharion snickers. |
| [Dwailin] says: aye... obey yer maid! |
| Dwailin lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Wren] says: Most definitely |
| Geril grins. |
| [Dwailin] says: now... ta get me a maid... |
| Wren grins |
| Dwailin looks around |
| Hygeia tells Dwailin NO. Not going to happen. |
| Tavion grins wickedly. |
| Dwailin quietly snickers to himself. |
| Hygeia grins wickedly. |
| [Tharion] says: I obey my wife . . . that can be enough much of the time. |
| Tharion lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Geril] says: I'd like to wish everyone a good and safe night, and hope you all return for next week's session. |
| Dwailin nudges Tharion |
| [Dwailin] says: we need ta get ya to a party |
| Hygeia nods at Dominik. |
| [Dominik] says: The Jester will be opening as soon as I can get back to it. |
| [Wren] says: Thank you for hosting Geril |
| Dominik grins. |
| Tharion turns his head towards Dwailin, a look of confusion hidden under the cloth. |
| [Dominik] says: You are all welcome to stop by. |
| [Geril] says: Yes.... Head to the jester! They've got... good things! |
| [Sullivan] says: Thank you all. Indeed, thank you Geril. |
| Hygeia winks slyly at Calithos. |
| Calithos hrms. "Good night all, then.." |
| Calithos slowly stands. |
| Athramir takes his staff, and uses it to stand. |
| [Tavion] says: Calithos |
| Tharion rises from the ground and stretches somewhat. |
| [Sullivan] says: Good night all. |
| Athramir picks up his backpack, and straps it on his back. |
| Threilar lifted his walking stick from his back, and leaned into it as he stood. |
| Hygeia looks around for Bill and Jaffar and mumbles, "hmm now where did those two go off to?" |
| Tharion bows down graciously. |
| Calithos looks at Tavion, and tips his hat. |
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