| Towan pounds a fist to her chest! |
| Shalandra winces in sympathy |
| [Towan] says: The spear shot true! Deep into the pearly breast of the Queen of Pearl. |
| [Towan] says: With a piercing scream to the heavens, the fatally wounded queen reared up, her great wings reached out to the sky. |
| Calithos calmly sits. |
| Kyltania starts sniffling and her eyes water. |
| [Towan] says: Their magics having done what was necessary, the earthen hands crumbled from it's grasp around the Queen's middle. |
| Kyltania exhales relieved. |
| [Towan] says: With a cry that could break the heavens, the Queen leaped into the air. Her wings thrusting with great straining bursts of effort to get her in the air. |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| [Towan] says: All the while her blood, deep scarlet ichor spewed from her wound, the sky rained blood! |
| Shalandra smiles to Sylvanda, admiring the beautiful cat |
| Meris gives Sylvanda a scratch between the ears |
| Kyltania lies down and closes her eyes as she listen to the story. |
| Sylvanda purrs at Meris |
| [Towan] says: And for every drop of her blood that touched the earth, the vegetation boiled away and the ground cracked and steamed. The land boiled a foul smoke. |
| [Towan] says: The masses gathered there that day screamed in terror and fled. |
| [Towan] says: The Pearl Flight disappeared never to be heard from again. |
| Alester briefly raises an eyebrow. |
| [Towan] says: And of King Kel'ni? Well he got what he wished. He had his capital. But now he held dominion over a poisoned land. |
| Towan bows down graciously. |
| Conol claps excitedly for Towan. |
| Lokker cheers! |
| Remiriel claps excitedly. |
| Alester applauds. Bravo! |
| Towan plops down on the earth. |
| Geril applauds at Towan. Bravo! |
| Jekyl claps excitedly for Towan. |
| [Towan] says: My goodness.... |
| Dahla smiles sadly, applauding for Towan. |
| Meris claps for Towan. |
| [Alester] says: Quiet and interesting tale. |
| Wendall applauds. Bravo! |
| [Towan] says: I apologize for the length. |
| Kyltania enjoyed the story even though she doesn't applaud. |
| Bor applauds. Bravo! |
| Shalandra applauds at Towan. Bravo! |
| Towan looks absolutely drained. |
| Alester wishes he could type. |
| [Geril] says: That was an excellent story, friend. It has taught us much we didn't know about the history of Durotar. |
| [Remiriel] says: I don’t get how you can fire a spear from a catapult, wouldn’t you need a ballista? |
| [Geril] says: I'll forgive the length for the sheer wonder of the story. |
| [Lokker] says: It cancan be done! |
| [Lokker] says: Trust me, I've fired manymany things from manymany things. |
| [Conol] says: poetic license |
| [Remiriel] says: It'd still be easier with a ballista... |
| Alester glances back to the gnome curiously. |
| [Meris] says: I doubt he's lying... |
| Wendall glances over his shoulder at Kyltania. |
| [Lokker] says: Who said anything about "easy"! |
| [Geril] says: The catapult got the job done, I'd say. |
| Lokker laughs. |
| [Towan] says: I ask for forgiveness for my ignorance on such things. |
| [Towan] says: But so long as it got the tale across, yes? |
| Towan smiles. |
| Alester nods at Towan. |
| Shalandra lets Wendall have his arm back as she sits up straighter, wondering who will be next |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, I'm sure we'd like to argue about the differences between a catapult and a ballista, but we've only got so much time for stories... |
| Wendall leans over to whisper in Shalandra's ear. |
| [Conol] says: Worry not bout things from siege engineers or gnomes, twas a lovely tale. |
| Lokker removes an odd gadget from his pocket and seems to scribble notes on a piece of paper. |
| [Remiriel] says: Kitty... |
| Sylvanda chews on the boar |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| Lokker mumbles . . . "fire a catapult from a ballista . . . " |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| [Geril] says: Sooo.... I'm going to ask for another volunteer to tell another tale. I see many eager eyes in the crowd tonight. Who'd like to be next? |
| [Remiriel] says: I have to go.... |
| Meris glances over to Geril. |
| Remiriel waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Wendall smiles at Shalandra, nodding. |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| Meris looks back at the agitated cat. |
| Geril looks around the circle expectantly. |
| Heinrik covers his mouth to muffle the noise of his almost constant coughing. |
| Sylvanda licks boar blood from her paws getting some on Meris' skirt. |
| [Meris] says: I think we've lost any sense of a coherent circle, here. |
| Geril grins. |
| Alester bows down graciously. |
| Jekyl thanks Towan. |
| [Geril] says: That's okay. Whatever the name for the shape we're in, it's still getting the job done. |
| Meris looks over to the fire. "Someone missed!" |
| [Geril] says: Now, somebody better speak up, or I'm going to have to put you through one of my stories. |
| [Lokker] says: I think I built something of this shape once. |
| [Lokker] says: It blew up . . . |
| [Meris] says: I suggest a slight reformation. |
| Lokker scoots in closer to form a circle. |
| [Meris] says: Around the actual "fire" |
| Geril asks Lokker, "Was it supposed to blow up?" |
| [Conol] says: Sorry, never could place a campfire right |
| [Lokker] says: I dunno, are wagons usually explosive? |
| [Geril] says: Well, let's give our coordination a shot and migrate over to the fire. |
| Meris glances down at her dress with a look of distaste. "Ick.... is this blood?" |
| Sylvanda lifts her head and stares at the gnome licking blood from her mouth and staring curious. |
| Lokker takes precise aim . . . |
| Sylvanda lies down. |
| [Geril] says: C'mon folks, it's getting cold outside. For your health, I recommend moving closer to the fire. |
| Lokker plops himself down haphazardly. |
| Meris takes a seat next to the sleepy Kyltania |
| Kurlann kneels down. |
| Kyltania wrinkles her nose a few times before sneezing really loud! |
| [Meris] says: They'll figure it out sooner or later. |
| Wendall nods. |
| [Wendall] says: Bless you! |
| [Geril] says: I suppose they will. |
| Meris removes a handkerchief from her pocket and tosses it to Kyltania |
| Kyltania grabs the handkerchief and thanks Meris. |
| [Meris] says: Not allergic to cats, Tania? |
| [Geril] says: Anyone care to come out with a story now? Or will I have to make one up? |
| [Wendall] says: You alright Tania? |
| [Kyltania] says: Allergies... |
| [Wendall] says: Lets hear one Geril! |
| Sylvanda paws at Meris her thick black claws have fresh bits of flesh in them. |
| Shalandra giggles softly as she realizes she has a new shoulder to lean against and curls up against Wendall, her hand curling around his arm as her head rests against his shoulder once again. |
| Geril sighs. |
| Kyltania smirks back at the large cat. |
| Alester chuckles at Jekyl. |
| [Geril] says: Fine, fine, if you want to hear on *that* badly... |
| [Meris] says: I seem to have misplaced my notes today, sadly. |
| [Geril] says: Well, tonight I have another story for you. This time it is about a great warrior. |
| Wendall smiles at Shalandra. |
| [Geril] says: This great warrior was able to defeat any challenge. He had a reputation across the world for being so great, and has many students travel to his village to study under him. |
| Meris picks up one of the cat's paws and moves it over to the left. |
| [Geril] says: One day, an infamous young warrior had traveled to the village to challenge the old champion. He wanted to be the first man to ever defeat him. |
| [Geril] says: This young champion had great strength, but what was going to win him this fight was his ability to watch his foe, and take advantage of the weaknesses he found. |
| [Geril] says: In fact, nobody he ever fought had lasted beyond their first move. |
| [Geril] says: When the old champion received word of the young challenger, his students had pleaded with him not to fight. The champion was great, but may be losing something in his old age. |
| [Geril] says: Regardless, the champion had accepted the challenger's plea for battle. |
| Sylvanda licks and purrs at Meris as she fades. |
| Kyltania leans over and whispers something to Wendall. |
| [Geril] says: When the two had squared off for battle, the young challenger immediately started spewing insults at the old champion. He kicked up dust and spit in his face, he swore up and down with words that I don't dare repeat. |
| [Geril] says: Still, despite all the young challenger's attempts to taunt the champion into attacking, the old man would do nothing, standing completely still the entire fight. |
| [Geril] says: After a great deal of time, the young challenger gave up on the fight, figuring he could not actually win the fight. |
| [Geril] says: Shortly after the fight, the old champion's students gathered around him. They asked him how he could stand to take such insults and humiliation. |
| [Geril] says: The champion asked them this question: |
| [Geril] says: "If someone approaches you to offer a gift, and you do not accept it, to whom does the gift belong?" |
| Wendall whispers back and forth to Tania. |
| Geril bows deeply, satisfied with sharing his wisdom. |
| Lovette smiles at Geril. |
| Meris arches a brow at Geril. |
| Shalandra eyes Wendall for a moment |
| Decap claps excitedly for Geril. |
| Dahla smiles thoughtfully, before applauding. |
| Dahla applauds at Geril. Bravo! |
| Lokker cheers! |
| Meris claps for Geril. |
| Shalandra applauds at Towan. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Well well, that's my story. I'm sorry I had to put you all through that. |
| Wendall grins. |
| [Geril] says: Okay, now it's my turn to challenge you folk to come up with a better story. |
| Lovette whispers to decap |
| [Geril] says: Now, I *know* somebody here has something they think can top that off. Who's up to it? |
| Meris glances over to Kyltania and Wendall with a curious look. |
| [Kyltania] says: I don't have a story... but I have a song to sing. |
| Wendall nods to Meris. |
| Geril smiles at Kyltania. |
| Dahla smiles as she looks over to Kyltania. |
| [Geril] says: A song is just as good as any story. Please, share with us. |
| Shalandra smiles encouragement to Kyltania |
| Lovette looks at Decap and does all she can not to giggle |
| Decap blushes. |
| Meris sits back on her hands and grins at Kyltania, as if she *must* be up to something. |
| [Kyltania] says: Now I can't sing all... professionally. I warn you. But it's a charming little song that I think a lot of the ladies here can relate to. |
| Wendall smirks. |
| [Kyltania] says: Now I need a volunteer.... *she searches the crowd and stops at Wendall* Oh, you'll do fine! |
| Wendall nods happily, standing up. |
| [Kyltania] says: Come on up my friend. |
| [Wendall] says: Sure thing! |
| [Illidorei] says: I hope I'm not too late |
| Kyltania chuckles, if a little deviously. |
| Wendall grins widely. |
| Dahla smiles at Illidorei. |
| [Kyltania] says: The song is called, "Coin Operated Boy". |
| Shalandra rests back on her heels, watching intently. |
| Kyltania pats Wendall on the head and starts to pipe up in a cheerful singing voice. |
| Wendall smiles. |
| [Kyltania] says: Coin.... operated boy, sitting on the shelf, he is just a toy... |
| Kyltania forces Wendall to plop down sitting on the floor with a hand on his head. |
| Wendall sits quickly, still grinning. |
| Shalandra giggles softly |
| Kathetia chuckles softly. |
| Lovette smiles |
| Makavelli warms himself by the fire. |
| [Kyltania] says: But I turn him on, and he comes to life, automatic joy... |
| Kyltania takes out a silver and pretends to pop it into him, dropping the cold coin down his shirt. |
| [Kyltania] says: That is what I want... a.... coin operated boy. |
| Kyltania yanks Wendall up again. |
| Wendall opens his eyes, standing up. |
| Wendall shivers slightly. |
| [Kyltania] says: Made of plastic and elastic, he is rug-ged.... and long lasting. |
| Wendall flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Kyltania knocks and drags Wendall around a bit like he were a rag doll. |
| Bor bursts into dance. |
| [Kyltania] says: Who could ever ever ask for moooooooore! |
| Kyltania almost sounds like a kid singing. |
| Shalandra giggles harder |
| Wendall chuckles, trying to keep a straight face. |
| Kathetia shakes her head giggling to herself. |
| [Kyltania] says: Love without com-pli-ca-tions galore! |
| Kyltania brandishes Wendall like he were a cupie doll. |
| Dahla covers her mouth with a hand to hide her grin. |
| Lovette tries to keep a straight face watching poor Wendall |
| Kyltania measures and sizes Wendall up. "Many shapes and weights to choose from..." |
| Kyltania waggles her brows, "I will never leave my bedroom." |
| Wendall blinks. |
| [Wendall] says: Really? *cough* |
| Dahla grins over at Dracco as he sits. |
| Kyltania tosses him aside and fakes as if she were sobbing, "I will never cry at night agaaaaaaain!" |
| Meris giggles at Wendall. |
| Shalandra arches a delicate eyebrow as she gazes at Wendall |
| Dracco nods at Dahla. |
| Kyltania yanks Wendall back again and gives him a warm hug. "Wrap my arms around him and preteeeeend!" Her eyes flutter with devious eyes. |
| [Kyltania] says: Coin.... operated boy, all the other real ones that I destroy! |
| Wendall winks slyly. |
| Kyltania starts to summon an immolate spell in one hand, leering at Wendall but stops suddenly before she fries him. |
| [Wendall] says: Hey hey.. |
| [Kyltania] says: Cannot hold a candle, to my new boy Andle... |
| Wendall nods emphatically, agreeing with Tania. |
| [Kyltania] says: I'll never let him go and I'll never be alone.... |
| Kyltania drapes an arm around him and rocks him like a demented puppet. |
| [Kyltania] says: Not with my coin..... operated boy! |
| [Kyltania] says: This bridge was written, to make you feel smitten-er... |
| Kyltania turns to Wendall and pouts, looking him in the eyes. |
| Wendall looks back to Tania, smirking. |
| [Kyltania] says: With my sad picture of girl getting bitter-er! |
| Kyltania snarls in Wendall's face. |
| Kyltania rocks Wendall back and for super comically. |
| Wendall winces. |
| [Kyltania] says: Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy? |
| [Kyltania] says: I didn't think so... |
| Kyltania shifts her eyes, "But I'm still convincible! |
| Kyltania leans in really close, "Will you persist even after I've kissed you?" |
| Wendall nods. |
| Kyltania pulls away and tosses him again, "Good bye for the last time.." |
| [Kyltania] says: Will you keep on trying to prove it? I'm dying to lose it..... |
| Kyltania drapes a hand over her head. |
| Kyltania raises the volume of her singing voice with the crescendo, "I want it, I want you, I want a...... coin operated boy!" |
| Shalandra absentmindedly spreads her skirts out around herself as she watches Wendall and Kyltania together. |
| Wendall grins wryly. |
| Wendall bows down graciously. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Wendall claps excitedly for Kyltania. |
| Shalandra applauds. Bravo! |
| Meris snickers at Kyltania giving her a round of applause. |
| Dominik claps excitedly for Baydon. |
| Lokker cheers! |
| Conol claps excitedly for Kyltania. |
| Syddan claps excitedly. |
| Bor cheers! |
| Kathetia claps excitedly for Kyltania. |
| Dahla applauds at Kyltania. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: That was a wonderful song! |
| Lovette applauds. Bravo! |
| [Wendall] says: Mhm! |
| [Geril] says: I'm going to speak fast to block off any comments about coin operated boys. |
| Decap claps excitedly. |
| [Geril] says: Okay, anyhow... |
| Wendall reaches into his vest retrieving the coin, tossing it over to Kyltania. |
| Lovette giggles |
| Towan stands up quietly and bids everyone a quiet ado. |
| Decap reaches for Lovette's hand |
| Dahla smiles at Towan. |
| Towan waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Conol waves at Towan. |
| Wendall waves at Towan. |
| [Geril] says: While we all ponder about that song, I'm going to take more volunteers to tell the next story... |
| Shalandra waves at Towan. |
| Kathetia waves at Towan. |
| Dahla looks up at Geril. "It's not a story, per se..." |
| Geril grins and turns to Dahla. |
| [Geril] says: Ah, go ahead. There's plenty of good non-songs anyhow. |
| [Geril] says: Er, non-stories. |
| [Geril] says: Got that song stuck in my head. Anyhow, give it a shot. |
| Dahla grins and looks around. "Well, sadly, it's not a song either." |
| [Dahla] says: Although, I do need a volunteer. |
| [Dahla] says: It's a tough job, this one... |
| Lovette nudges decap |
| Geril happily raises a hand. |
| Dominik raises his hand. |
| Dahla glances around the circle. "I need someone who's quick on their feet." |
| Geril lowers his had. |
| Meris looks back over to Dominik |
| Bor points at Mechanical Squirrel. |
| Dominik 's hand remains raised, though he seems oblivious to the second comment, idly looking off in the forest. |
| Wendall pokes Shalandra. Hey! |
| Dahla snickers at Geril, and looks about the circle, spotting Dominik. "Ah, mister Daleus." |
| [Dahla] says: If you'd please come over here? |
| Dominik starts, snapping out of whatever reverie he was in. He looks around, as if to clear his mind, and then stands, grinning. |
| [Dominik] says: It would be my pleasure, Miss Winvale. |
| Dahla grins as she looks around the circle again. "Now, don't think you all got away from having to do anything. I'm going to need a little help." |
| [Dahla] says: All right, Dominik. If you'd stand here? |
| [Dahla] says: Your cue is going to be the word "Spring". |
| [Dominik] says: Spring. |
| Wendall searches his satchel before finally putting his new hat on, proudly. |
| Meris reseats herself quietly besides Baydon. |
| [Dahla] says: When you hear the word Spring, you're going to weave through anyone standing up as fast as you can. |
| Dominik grins. |
| [Dominik] says: Sounds like quite the challenge. Very well, then. |
| Baydon regards Meris with a brief nod before returning his attention to those standing. |
| Dahla grins. "All right then, thank you." |
| Shalandra curls her hand around Wendall's arm and leans against him, ready to watch the new show. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, as for the rest of you! |
| [Dahla] says: I know it's hard, but we need to keep the blood moving, even during long story nights. |
| [Dahla] says: Can I get you all to stand, please? |
| [Wendall] says: Surely! |
| Geril worries about having heart issues if he acts up too much. |
| Wendall nudges Shalandra. |
| Meris thinks she must have had clairvoyance. |
| Dominik bets Geril has a heart attack cuz he's a geezer priest. |
| Lovette pulls decap to0 his feet |
| Bor jumps down off the log. |
| Dahla grins. "I know this is a lot to ask of some folks, comfy as you are in the grass." |
| Baydon grumbles and slowly rises. |
| [Dahla] says: Now! We're going to act out the seasons. |
| Jehzri eeps and quietly makes her way...away. |
| [Dahla] says: In the summer! The trees, they stand tall. They're strong, and proud. |
| Dahla waves a hand towards everyone. "Show me trees, proud and tall!" |
| Dahla flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Wendall flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Lovette gives up and leaves Decap sitting there |
| Geril flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Bor doesn't look very tall. |
| [Wendall] says: I must be the only tree.. there we go! |
| Lokker stands like a tree . . . a really short tree. |
| Lokker stands more like a bush, perhaps. |
| Sullivan flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Geril flexes impressively, only to quickly recoil and clutch at his arms. |
| Kathetia flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| [Dahla] says: Strong and as tall as they can be! |
| Dahla winks slyly at Lokker. |
| Dominik eyes the others, waiting coolly for his cue. |
| Dahla flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Shalandra flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Bor flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Conol flexes at Geril. Oooooh so strong! |
| Wendall nods to Shalandra. "Impressive!" |
| Geril flexes his muscles. Oooooh so strong! |
| Meris eyes the proceedings with mild amusement. |
| Dahla beams, nodding. "Wonderful, wonderful!" |
| Shalandra giggles |
| [Dahla] says: But then, in the fall... the trees, they lose their leaves. |
| Shalandra hopes this doesn't mean she should strip |
| [Dahla] says: And the trees... they begin to droop. |
| Dahla kneels down. |
| Lovette hopes that Dahla doesn’t mean what she thinks she does |
| Sullivan kneels down. |
| Geril kneels down. |
| Kathetia kneels down. |
| Dahla giggles at Bor. |
| Lovette kneels down. |
| Wendall kneels down. |
| Lokker kneels down. |
| Shalandra kneels down. |
| Baydon sighs and slowly kneels down. |
| Meris whispers to Baydon. |
| Bor kneels down. |
| Conol kneels down. |
| You kneel down. |
| Kyltania falls to her knees, waggling her fingers. |
| Lokker kneels . . . once again like a bush, a kneeling bush. |
| Dahla looks around, nodding approvingly. |
| Dominik seems uncertain if he should be kneeling or waiting for his cue. |
| [Dahla] says: Now, in the winter! It's cold, and chill winds blow through the trees! |
| Dahla shivers beside Bor. Chilling! |
| Dahla shivers in her boots. Chilling! |
| Bor shivers in his boots. Chilling! |
| Conol shines his boot |
| Sullivan shivers in his boots. Chilling! |
| Kathetia shivers in her boots. Chilling! |
| Kyltania sways back and forth on her knees. |
| Wendall shivers beside Shalandra. Chilling! |
| Lovette shivers in her boots. Chilling! |
| Geril shivers in his boots. Chilling! |
| Shalandra shivers in her boots. Chilling! |
| Lokker sneezes. |
| Conol shivers in his boots. Chilling! |
| Dahla nods a few times, smiling broadly now. |
| [Dahla] says: And in the SPRING... |
| Shalandra wonder why there is a wolf standing on top of her |
| Dominik weaves between uh...Dahla and Geril. |
| [Dahla] says: The sap runs quickly through the trees! |
| Conol laughs. |
| Bor laughs at Dominik. |
| Dominik laughs |
| Geril laughs. |
| [Dominik] says: That, I do. |
| Sullivan grins and snickers. |
| Lokker laughs. |
| Kathetia laughs at Dominik. |
| Dominik grins good-naturedly. |
| [Dahla] says: Let's have a hand for our volunteer! |
| Dahla applauds at Dominik. Bravo! |
| Lokker cheers! |
| Bor claps excitedly for Dominik. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Lovette feels her foot hurt from where he stood on it |
| Kathetia applauds at Dominik. Bravo! |
| Conol claps excitedly for Dominik. |
| Wendall claps excitedly for Dominik. |
| Lovette claps excitedly. |
| Sullivan applauds at Dominik. Bravo! |
| Dominik bows before Edum. |
| Shalandra applauds. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Hard work... I don't think I could have done it myself! |
| Edum quirks a brow as he leans back on his hands, emerald eyes scanning the crowd. |
| [Dominik] says: Thank you, all. A truer sap, there never was. |
| Bor laughs at Dominik. |
| Dahla grins. "Thank you all for your participation." |
| Dominik grins. |
| [Wendall] says: Thank you Dahla! |
| Sullivan smiles at Dahla. |
| Wendall claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Peejee chuckles softly and leans over to rest her head on Edum's shoulder. |
| Baydon snickers at Meris, replying in a low tone. |
| Kathetia claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| [Geril] says: Okay, okay, gimme a second to calm myself down. Too much activity... |
| Meris eyes Wendall's hat and just shakes her head |
| Edum boldly slides an arm around Peejee to drag her onto his lap, smiling softly at her. |
| [Geril] says: Now, I've been passed a note asking me to call on someone who apparently has a special presentation for us. Let me see if I can find him... |
| Kathetia smiles and bows, excusing herself. |
| Meris lets out a huff of air. "Well, how often have you SEEN one? Although Kyltania was fairly suggestive..." |
| Shalandra reaches out and gently pets the wolf |
| Wendall nods at you. |
| [Wendall] says: Coin Operated Boy! |
| [Illidorei] says: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen |
| Wendall smiles proudly. |
| [Illidorei] says: Allow me to introduce myself. |
| Geril lets Illidorei take the stage. |
| [Bor] says: Now I've got that song in my head... |
| [Illidorei] says: I am Illi'dorei Stormraven, rogue extraordinaire. Son of Nalfurous Stormraven, General First Class of the Kal'dorei Regiment in the Great War and Illuminat Moonseeker, Priestess of the Moon, servant of Elune. At your service. |
| Illidorei bows down graciously. |
| [Wendall] says: Wow.. hello there. |
| Meris eyes Illidorei curiously. |
| [Bor] says: Wow, that’s quite a long name. |
| [Lokker] says: LongLong name! |
| Makavelli eyes the crowd |
| Illidorei gestures at the bear. |
| Lovette smiles warmly |
| Dominik returns. |
| [Makavelli] says: And I, Makavelli Stormraven. |
| [Geril] says: Ah! I've seen longer! |
| Peejee leans over to whisper something in Edum's ear, a smirk on her lips. |
| [Illidorei] says: And this... |
| [Illidorei] says: Is our insane friend. |
| [Illidorei] says: Edoc'sil... |
| Dahla gives Geril an odd look. "I thought you were a prie--" |
| Edocsil cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| [Edocsil] says: I am Edoc'sil Diamond Hammer, banished Lord of the Durgrimst Igneitum Clan. Bearer of the White Flame of Baldun, I roam the wilds with Skolir of the White Manes, seeking repent for the destruction of my clan. |
| Bor cheers at Edocsil! |
| Geril leans over and replies to Dahla, "I *am* a priest." |
| Edum chuckles softly as he nods, leaning in to whisper in return to Peejee. |
| Makavelli bows down graciously. |
| Illidorei bows down graciously. |
| Edocsil stands at attention and salutes. |
| Edocsil cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| [Lokker] says: Wow, another longlong name! |
| [Illidorei] says: Tonight, we have a special story |
| [Makavelli] says: Of epic proportions! |
| [Edocsil] says: How ye be lads an lasses? |
| [Illidorei] says: As will be narrated by the three of us. |
| Edocsil cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| [Wendall] says: Good! |
| Lovette is happy to see Decap is actually there now =) |
| Sullivan nods to the three. "Well, for the moment." |
| [Illidorei] says: Once... many decades ago... Hrothgar, a renowned Dwarven lord. |
| Decap face gets really flushed |
| [Edocsil] says: Started digging into the Uru'bean mountains |
| [Edocsil] says: fer the diamonds ye see |
| Syddan frowns. |
| [Makavelli] says: He hoped to find many riches... |
| [Illidorei] says: One fair night, such as this he found a hollow where he was digging with his clansmen. |
| Meris trails her gaze to the speaker, listening intently. |
| [Edocsil] says: A place perfect fer a mountain fortress |
| Lovette is glad decap escorted her to this event, she enjoys the company |
| [Makavelli] says: Where the clan resided.... |
| [Illidorei] says: This dwarf of great renown was also the father of this here Edoc'sil. |
| Edocsil cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| Dahla settles a bit more comfortably, watching the trio with interest. |
| [Edocsil] says: But the trolls invaded this mountain fortress |
| [Makavelli] says: And slaughtered many, leaving only a few alive. |
| Khuzul lights his pipe |
| Wendall smiles at Shalandra. |
| Drahliana settles closer to the fire as if to warm an unseasonable chill |
| Shalandra lays her head against Wendall's shoulder |
| [Illidorei] says: This was also known as the BloodMountain massacre. Many noble dwarves and gnomes alike, were slain mercilessly by the Bloodaxe Troll tribe. |
| Dahla looks over to Drahliana with a smile, giving her a small wave. |
| [Edocsil] says: After a few decades, the Dwarven people came together. The trolls attacked again, The king Hrothgar, noticed the dwarves weapons were inadequate ter kill the vile trollkin |
| Drahliana glances back at Dahla her eyes giving response. |
| Illidorei sneaks a sip from his hip Flask and resumes attention. |
| [Makavelli] says: And they began to call upon powers...of which they had never used before. Power of the spirits of the netherworld, to fight at their whim. |
| Shalandra gives Wendall's arm a gentle squeeze. |
| Makavelli lies on the floor, licking his paw. |
| Syddan frowns with disappointment at Wendall. |
| [Illidorei] says: And, of course, the inferior weaponry was given to the Ironforge clan. With their great skill in forging, and the Great Forge built into the mountain fortress, new weapons were made... and a new Alliance was forged. |
| Khuzul nods back, not wanting to interrupt |
| [Edocsil] says: So Hrothgar used this newfound power to create a weapon that would be the bastion of the Dwarven people, the Hammer Holdun, made of the purest diamond, with the souls of the dead imbued in it |
| [Makavelli] says: But what he did not know, was that the weapon had a tantalizing pull, binding those who wielded it...until death. |
| Edocsil bows his head. |
| Kyltania quietly excuses herself. |
| Syddan glares at Wendall and walks up grudgingly. |
| Wendall waves at Kyltania. |
| Shalandra perks up slightly as she gazes intently the three storytellers |
| Shalandra smiles to Syddan |
| Wendall beckons Syddan over. |
| Cogitatus set s a new fire, then casts a spell to strengthen the fire. |
| [Illidorei] says: Now then, there came a time when another war occurred between the trolls and the Durgimst Ignetium, Edoc'sil's clan. |
| [Wendall] says: Whoa! careful there.. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Sorry about that. |
| Drahliana glances over at Cogitatus... disapproval written on her features |
| Wendall frowns with disappointment at Syddan. |
| Cogitatus (( spell was a modified flamestrike spell not meant to do damage. )) |
| Syddan lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Dominik makes his Reflex save anyway and takes no damage because of Evasion. |
| [Edocsil] says: Hrothgar had had enough of these Trolls. He marched his army to Itkun'thun the Troll capital and requested audience with their warlord |
| Syddan frowns at Wendall. |
| Shalandra leans over to whisper to Syddan |
| Wendall is listening! |
| Syddan restrains from hitting Wendall. |
| Meris leans over to Baydon again. |
| [Makavelli] says: Not knowing of Hrothgrar's true reason for arriving, he gladly accepted. At the meeting the troll warlord was slain, and the slaughter of the Bloodaxe trolls came to be. |
| Baydon shakes his head at Meris, replying in an equal tone. |
| Lovette quietly leaves for a bit |
| [Illidorei] says: Thus, Hrothgar's hammer had consumed the final soul it was intended to... and it took his own. Edoc'sil was just a youngling at the time, but he took up the Hammer and swore vengeance. |
| Dahla glances over at Aryss wink a wink, before looking back to the trio of story-tellers. |
| Aryss grins at Dahla |
| [Edocsil] says: The Durgrimst Ignetiums rivals, the Durgrimst Draconis blamed me for the death of Hrothgar....I let this go for more than a century until the day came.... |
| Meris quirks a brow at Baydon. |
| Baydon furrows his brow, eyeing the gathered crowd before waving a hand briefly. "Later." |
| [Makavelli] says: The day that the Bloodaxe retaliation began. Another clan, the Durgrimst Quan, was mercilessly slaughtered, and the Durgrimst Draconis believed it to be by Edocsil's hammer. They sought to kill him, but alas he was too powerful, and slew them all. |
| Meris lets out a little sigh, then returns her attention to the speakers. |
| Syddan lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Syddan leans over and pokes Shalandra to get her attention. |
| [Illidorei] says: After this action, Edoc'sil was forsaken as Lord of the Durgrimst Igatiem and banished from the Dwarven Lands. The Durgrimst Draconis destroy the Diamond Hammer of Hrothgar, releasing all of the entrapped souls... and they found their way to Edoc'sil's -- |
| Wendall playfully swats at Syd's hand. |
| [Illidorei] says: very existence, driving him to insanity, walking the lands alone. |
| Syddan frowns. |
| Shalandra leans over to Syddan, giggling at Wendall |
| [Edocsil] says: So I traveled the White Lands, looking for shelter. |
| [Makavelli] says: And he befriended a clan of wolves, named the Whitemanes.. |
| Shalandra straightens up and shifts so she is resting against Wendall |
| [Illidorei] says: From this honor, he took up the mantle of Hunter of the Land. And befriended one of the Whitemanes, and named him Skolir. |
| [Edocsil] says: The Great War had begun and the dread prince Arthas took the lands I now called my own. |
| Syddan waves. |
| [Makavelli] says: Seeking refuge, he fled to further lands, eventually winding up on Teldrassil. |
| [Illidorei] says: There he had met the Kal'dorei armies and befriended the Kal'dorei. For he had not had contact with Humanity for centuries. |
| Cogitatus warms his hands by the fire. |
| Dahla doesn't have ants in her pants. Whoops. |
| Geril could put some there. |
| Bor laughs at Geril. |
| [Edocsil] says: Me and Skolir offered our services to the Kal'dorei, wanting to banish this Prince from our Northrend. Especially two of 'em... |
| [Makavelli] says: The two were Manlfurous Stormraven, first class of the Kaldorei regiment. And Illuminat Moonseeker, second to only the high priestess in the temple of The Mother Moon. |
| Meris lets her eyes wander around those gathered. |
| [Illidorei] says: Together... they sailed to the lands of Lordaeron... |
| [Illidorei] says: Well! |
| [Illidorei] says: That's our story for this week! |
| Edocsil cackles maniacally at the situation. |
| [Illidorei] says: I hope you all enjoyed it |
| Lokker cheers! |
| Edocsil bows down graciously. |
| Makavelli bows down graciously. |
| [Illidorei] says: We'll be here next week, and on to finish the story |
| Meris claps for the elves. |
| Aryss applauds. Bravo! |
| [Geril] says: Excellent epic! |
| Makavelli bows down graciously. |
| Edocsil stands at attention and salutes. |
| Illidorei bows down graciously. |
| Drahliana claps excitedly. |
| Bor claps excitedly. |
| [Geril] says: It's epicness was just so... Epic! |
| [Edocsil] says: Haha I thank ye lad! |
| [Geril] says: No, really... Great story. Amazing presentation. I look forward to your next show. |
| [Illidorei] says: Thank you |
| Makavelli thanks Geril. |
| Makavelli bows before Geril. |
| Melianor bows before Makavelli. |
| Shalandra smiles to Illidorei |
| Meris draws her knees up to her chest, looking over to Geril, |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, I know we're all still awe-struck by that presentation, but we need someone else to carry on with another story or other act. Any volunteers? |
| Lokker raises his hand eagerly, almost falling over. |
| [Drahliana] says: I will attempt to add my meager effort |
| [Geril] says: Lokker, I'll let you go... But you'll have to ease up a bit... Don't hurt yourself in your excitement. |
| [Lokker] says: Ooh! Oooh! I have a quickie quick rhyme. |
| [Geril] says: Go for it! |
| [Lokker] says: NotNot long a'tall! |
| Meris glances over to Lokker, idly chewing on a fingernail |
| Cogitatus me holds up some [Tender Wolf Steak] and [Hot Wolf Ribs] to see if anyone is interested. |
| Lokker clears his throat. |
| Baydon leans back onto his palms, turning his gaze to Lokker. |
| [Lokker] says: This is a short rhyme passed down to me for as long as I can remember. |
| [Lokker] says: Which, consequently, is only about two weeks for some reason. |
| Havyn looks over the crowd slowly and finds a seat. |
| Lokker seems oddly confused for a second, but then brightens up. |
| Bor laughs at Lokker. |
| Drahliana answers the hunger of her pet |
| Archin glances around at the group quietly. |
| Lokker clears his throat again. |
| [Lokker] says: There once was a gnome traveling through Westfall, |
| [Lokker] says: He was about as short as Kaldooey are tall. |
| [Lokker] says: But that's unimportant, and not really surprising. |
| [Lokker] says: For us gnomes tend to be tiny, short, and sometimes small. |
| Wendall smiles at Shalandra. |
| Dahla grins at 'Kaldooey'. |
| [Lokker] says: The horde came to attack one day. |
| Illidorei hails Archin. |
| Shalandra smiles up to Wendall |
| [Lokker] says: And this brave lil' gnome, set in his way . . . |
| Illidorei looks to Archin, "Hello, good sir." |
| Makavelli listens on to the story eagerly. |
| Archin nods to Illidorei, "Hello lad...." |
| [Lokker] says: Climbed atop Sentinel Hill, and through sheer force of will. |
| [Lokker] says: Aimed at the invaders with all his mechanical power. |
| Cogitatus smiles as he listens to Lokker, then shivers suddenly and huddles his arms closer around him. |
| Lokker pantomimes aiming a really really large cannon . . . with a scope. And a ballista. And perhaps a catapult, too. |
| [Lokker] says: And . . .erm . . . in case you're wondering, |
| Edocsil straightens, eager to listen to the rest of the story |
| [Lokker] says: While the horde was defeated . . . uhm . . . that's why Sentinel Hill only has one tower. |
| Lokker blushes. |
| Lokker bows down graciously. |
| Geril laughs. |
| Bor applauds at Lokker. Bravo! |
| Dahla applauds at Lokker. Bravo! |
| Drahliana laughs at Geril. |
| Sullivan grins |
| Havyn scowls down at her hands and searches the crowd again. |
| Shalandra applauds. Bravo! |
| You clap excitedly for Lokker. |
| [Geril] says: Thank you much for that wonderful... History. |
| [Illidorei] says: Goodnight everyone |
| Geril grins. |
| [Illidorei] says: Till next week |
| [Cogitatus] says: Oh dear.... |
| [Lokker] says: It wasn't me who did it, either. |
| [Lokker] says: Really. |
| [Edocsil] says: Till next week. |
| [Lokker] says: Not me. |
| [Geril] says: Of course. |
| [Lokker] says: Nor anyone I know. |
| [Lokker] says: Like me. |
| [Lokker] says: Nope. |
| Lokker continues to mumble a bit, his voice fading. |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, while our gnome crowd is plotting, I'll pick the next volunteer with a story. |
| Dahla grins over at Lokker as he mumbles. |
| Meris trails her eyes to Drahliana, watching her reaction. |
| Archin writes in a small notebook, and glances up at Geril, raising his eyebrow, thinking. |
| Cogitatus eats some of the [Hot Wolf Ribs] he cooked. |
| [Geril] says: Let me see a show of hands, who's got something to share? |
| [Drahliana] says: if none else has one, I am ready |
| [Cogitatus] says: I have dinner to share, but I don't know if anyone’s interested. |
| [Geril] says: Well, I think you're up. Everyone's too busy plotting their next attack. |
| [Geril] says: Go for it, Drahliana. |
| [Drahliana] says: those Kaldorei who are seated here..... |
| [Drahliana] says: for this week you are reprieved. |
| [Drahliana] says: for what I give tonight I will give in the trade tongue of the Humans |
| [Drahliana] says: the common speech of this Alliance |
| Havyn rolls her eyes and stands to leave - taking a moment to dust off her robes she searches the crowd one last time. |
| [Drahliana] says: for it is a story that began in a yesterday not that far removed .... and received an ending today. |
| [Drahliana] says: It is the story of one Ranger... and of his judgment by another. |
| [Drahliana] says: and that is what I will give you tonight. |
| Archin only listens occasionally, writing furiously in his book. |
| Drahliana paces around the circle in thought. |
| Shalandra watches Drahliana intently |
| [Drahliana] says: as you may know by now... . only one race among the Alliance shares the Way of the Beast |
| [Drahliana] says: the path which you call the Hunter. |
| Bor cheers! |
| [Drahliana] says: why this is... it is not known.... and the answer to that is not the story for tonight. |
| Wendall nods, slowly draping his arm around Shalandra. |
| [Drahliana] says: but it is a story that started among those descended from those my people once called kin. |
| Archin raises his gaze now, to look at the Night Elf, squinting his right eye from behind his monocle. |
| [Drahliana] says: those begat by the Highborn... who called them selves Quel’dorei.... and named High Elves by |
| [Drahliana] says: the Humans. |
| [Drahliana] says: Who made an ancient pact with the Humans of Arathor |
| [Drahliana] says: and would be called by that pact in the Wars just past to help form an Alliance. |
| [Drahliana] says: against the invasion from beyond. |
| [Drahliana] says: but that in itself.... |
| [Drahliana] says: is not my story for tonight. |
| [Drahliana] says: but is the background for it. |
| [Drahliana] says: For while no Human has ever traveled the Way of the Beast shared by Kaldorei and Dwarf. |
| [Drahliana] says: there was one human who walked with the Rangers of Quel’thalas |
| [Drahliana] says: who studied and learned their ways.... |
| [Drahliana] says: and the ways they walked with the Beasts. |
| [Drahliana] says: who became the only Human to earn rightly the title of Ranger Lord |
| [Drahliana] says: and in whose honor I have reserved that rank in my remade Rangers. |
| [Drahliana] says: That Human was called Nathanos Meritas |
| [Drahliana] says: and he became a mighty champion of the Alliance... |
| Cogitatus shivers as he holds his arms around himself and listens to Drahliana intently. |
| [Drahliana] says: a pioneer in his own way in the same way that Uther the Lightbringer would be to an Order yet unborn. |
| [Drahliana] says: But that pioneer road would not be. |
| [Drahliana] says: Because Nathanos mighty in battle.... |
| [Drahliana] says: fell to corruption. |
| Archin grumbles, rolls his eyes, and resumes his writing. |
| [Drahliana] says: and was bound to the Horde by the hidden masters of those who had taken a new home under |
| [Drahliana] says: the ruins of Lordaeron |
| [Drahliana] says: and made Champion to another who was once a great Ranger herself |
| [Drahliana] says: A Quel'dorei Ranger Lord herself slain and corrupted by a corrupted Paladin |
| [Drahliana] says: Arthas... Kingslayer |
| Lovette gently pats Rabbit. |
| [Drahliana] says: As the Quel'dorei named Sylvanas became the Banshee Queen...... |
| [Drahliana] says: .... she named her new champion.... the Blightcaller. and set him to continue the plagues |
| Lovette looks at decap and tries so hard not to laugh at that name he just called her |
| [Drahliana] says: that had been brought upon Lordaeron by the Scourge. |
| [Drahliana] says: making him a champion of the Horde. |
| [Drahliana] says: And so he made war upon his once kind |
| Cogitatus 's face becomes stern as he looks into the fire. |
| Shalandra frowns, her eyes growing hard as she is reminded of the destruction of her home |
| [Drahliana] says: using his corrupted mastery of the beasts to raise foul plague-ridden hounds form the fields of the Plaguelands |
| Aryss stares into the fire, her face unreadable |
| [Drahliana] says: and among these hounds, he set them against each other until two of his mightiest he set to his flanks |
| [Drahliana] says: and with these Blighthounds, he made his home on the Marris Stead. |
| [Drahliana] says: In every way a travesty of the path he had once walked. |
| [Drahliana] says: Ultimately the plagues of Lordaeron were met by heroes... champions called to battle in the name of the Argent Dawn. |
| [Drahliana] says: naming themselves as Uther Lightbringer had named the Silver Hand. |
| [Drahliana] says: and these champions were called to fight new battles against the Scourge-created undead. |
| Lovette holds back her laughter and wishes decap would stop, shed be made very unpopular if she started laughing whilst this story was told, even if it was about something else |
| [Drahliana] says: and in these battles the Blightcaller made his presence known anew |
| [Drahliana] says: and reaped a grim harvest with his packs led by his Blighthounds |
| Archin glances up at Drahliana, but gazes over her shoulder, thinking with his mouth agape, before the thought strikes him and he resumes his writing. |
| Cogitatus continues holding his arms around himself, shivering occasionally, and looking into the fire. It's not immediately clear if he's listening to Drahliana or not. |
| [Drahliana] says: those that they did not devour with their teeth, they left with madness until they became like hounds themselves |
| [Drahliana] says: and were slain by their kin lest they be slain themselves. |
| [Drahliana] says: And ultimately the crimes of the Blightcaller became so great that they could no longer be born... |
| [Drahliana] says: .... even by the Highlord of distant Stormwind. |
| [Drahliana] says: so he put out a call to find the secret of this Blightcaller.... for at that time, he was not known by any other than that name. |
| [Drahliana] says: And the champions of the Dawn went out as did the more quiet seekers sent from Stormwind itself. |
| [Drahliana] says: The seekers found their answer in the jaws of the Blighthounds..... |
| [Drahliana] says: .... and none ever returned to their master in Stormwind. |
| [Drahliana] says: Their master's agent then called upon the champions... to search for signs of their fellows.... and of the answer they had |
| [Drahliana] says: been sent to find. |
| Syddan slams leather down at Wendall's feet and stares at him expectantly. |
| [Drahliana] says: And so the grim tokens were found.... and the Blightcaller unmasked. |
| Wendall smirks. |
| Archin glances up, catching Syddan, and grumbling. |
| Cogitatus sighs quietly, then turns his head to look at Drahliana again. |
| [Wendall] says: ok ok Syd... shhh.. |
| [Drahliana] says: and shown to be none other than Nathanos... the Ranger Lord. |
| Cogitatus notices the fire fade and gets up to set a new one. |
| Wendall stands up, trying not to interrupt too much.. |
| Meris glances over to Archin giving him a stern look |
| [Drahliana] says: And the news was given to the Highlord.... who became almost overcome with despair. |
| [Syddan] says: Whoops.. |
| Archin looks over at Meris for a moment, raises a brow, and starts to write again. |
| Shalandra smiles up to Syddan |
| [Drahliana] says: For the Ranger Lord had been a mighty hero of the War against the Horde and would indeed be an even more mighty enemy. |
| Syddan smiles apologetically to the elf who's apparently speaking. |
| Wendall tosses a pair of boots at Wendall. |
| Wendall tosses them to Syd, actually. |
| Syddan thought he was juggling a minute.. |
| [Drahliana] says: and he once again in despair called upon the champions to gather their forces... |
| Syddan mumbles, Thanks! |
| [Drahliana] says: ... but for a long time.... there was no answer to that call as the twinned names of Nathanos and Blightcaller spread great fear and hesitation. |
| [Drahliana] says: Finally a few champions came together and resolved that something must be done. |
| [Drahliana] says: and has the Blightcaller had once been a Ranger Lord... they called upon a Ranger to lead the fight against him. |
| [Drahliana] says: And though it was not sought. this Ranger accepted her responsibility. |
| Lovette cuddles up against Rabbit. |
| [Drahliana] says: and so she issued the call. |
| Cogitatus looks at Drahliana intently as she tells the story. |
| [Drahliana] says: At first she made the call in Ironforge.... and a few answered. |
| [Drahliana] says: Among these few she gave charge to send the call elsewhere in the capitals of the Alliance.... and so the call was carried. |
| [Drahliana] says: It was carried to Stormwind ..... and others answered. |
| [Drahliana] says: It was carried farther away... to Darnassus..... and others answered. |
| [Drahliana] says: And still others were called and gathered in as much secrecy as could be done. |
| [Drahliana] says: For it was feared that the Horde would not give up the Banshee Queen's Champion and would move against the effort if it became known. |
| Wendall nods at Shalandra. |
| [Drahliana] says: So in groups the heroes were gathered and made their way to the dead town of Darrowshire. |
| Wendall quietly stands up and heads toward Lakeshire. |
| Shalandra straightens up, releasing Wendall's arm |
| [Drahliana] says: and they formed up and gathered themselves together. |
| [Drahliana] says: resolved to face the Lord of the Marris Stead. |
| [Drahliana] says: Hastily a strategy was put together... the Ranger unsure at first, seeking advice from others within the grouping. |
| [Drahliana] says: Finally with patience and tempers wearing thin, She called out the Blightcaller and passed judgment on the errant Ranger. calling for his crimes with his unlife. |
| Archin slows his writing, rereading what he had noted, and then slowly shuts his book and looks up to the speaker. |
| [Drahliana] says: And so battle was joined. |
| [Drahliana] says: The Blightcaller released his Blighthounds, the warriors of the champions engaged their foes, the Blightcaller and his pets. |
| [Drahliana] says: But the Blightcaller showed other resources that day, calling a field of soldiers drew from those he had slain in the Plaguelands |
| [Drahliana] says: an army of the walking dead. |
| [Drahliana] says: who tore into the gathered heroes inflicting grievous wounds. |
| [Drahliana] says: With great effort... the Banshee's Queen Champion was finally brought down.... |
| [Drahliana] says: .... but not before his pack had done their work for many of the assembled host was brought low as well. |
| [Drahliana] says: Latecomers drawn by the battle, came and ministered to the survivors. |
| [Drahliana] says: And it was left to them to report to the Highlord that the Blightcaller had finally been laid to rest. |
| [Drahliana] says: The Highlord grimly took in their tale... telling them all to remember what they had done that day. |
| Cogitatus nods slowly, though he has a stern look on his face. |
| [Drahliana] says: That they had slain a monster so that the spirit of the hero with in could finally know peace..... |
| Asherrean glances around the circle as he walks up and sits down next to Dominik. |
| [Drahliana] says: .... and that from today on.. would watch over them in the battles ahead. |
| [Drahliana] says: So that is my story..... which received it's ending on this day. |
| Bor applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| [Drahliana] says: So remember Nathanos ..... Ranger Lord. |
| Dahla applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Geril applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Lovette claps excitedly for Drahliana. |
| [Drahliana] says: one of whom many names we fight today. |
| Drahliana bows down graciously. |
| Decap claps excitedly. |
| Cogitatus nods silently for a moment. |
| Lokker nods his head vigorously. |
| [Cogitatus] says: Thank you. |
| [Drahliana] says: come Silver |
| Aryss applauds at Drahliana. Bravo! |
| Lokker stands quickly, and sways at the headrush. |
| [Geril] says: That, friend, was a very enlightening story. We are always hungry for such historical knowledge. |
| Lokker waves. |
| Cogitatus looks into the fire. |
| Lovette soundlessly curtsies to excuse herself from leaving |
| [Geril] says: Thank you. |
| [Lokker] says: HappyHappy Travels, everyone! |
| Lokker quickly assembles his trusty steed, Nokker, and dons his riding helmet. "Away!" |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, we're going to move on to our next story teller. Who's up? |
| [Lokker] says: Now Nokker! Onward! STRAIGHT THIS TIME! |
| Archin clears his throat, "I always have a story..." |
| Meris looks tiredly to Geril. |
| [Archin] says: So long as it's not too late, I can wait till another time |
| [Archin] says: I'd hate to keep everyone up, hah |
| Archin chuckles and slips his book into his bag. |
| [Lokker] yells: AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH! NOKKER! |
| [Meris] says: Depends on the crowd, really.... but it is drawing late. |
| [Geril] says: Okay, show of hands... Who wants to hear a story from Archin? |
| Dahla grins and raises her hand. |
| [Cogitatus] says: I need to be going. It's a bit cold for me, and I really need to do something active. |
| Drahliana raises her hand |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Night, everyone. |
| Meris raises her hand tentatively. |
| Sullivan raises his hand briefly. |
| [Meris] says: You may get a bigger audience earlier, Archin. But sometimes.... stories need to be told. |
| [Geril] says: Well, Archin, while I'm sure your story would be very exciting, and enough to keep our crowd awake... |
| [Archin] says: Aye... well unfortunately I cannot get here earlier on this date |
| [Geril] says: It won't do much good if they're already asleep... |
| [Archin] says: Oh! It's exciting! |
| [Geril] says: well, we'll look forward to your tale next time. |
| [Archin] says: Sounds good, Sir! |
| Archin stands up and stretches his back, a stark 'kraakkk' reverberating through his lower back. |
| Geril winces, hearing the crack. |
| [Archin] says: If I may say one thing? |
| [Geril] says: Go for it. |
| [Archin] says: I just wanted everyone here to know, I'll be moderating a Philosophical debate this coming Monday |
| Archin fixes his monocle. |
| [Archin] says: It'll be at 9 PM in the Stormwind Park... |
| Meris arches a brow, gazing over to Archin. "You?" she says almost unbelievingly. |
| [Drahliana] says: stay Siler |
| [Archin] says: ..as for the topic: The Aristocracy; Natural Selection or Social Blunder? |
| Archin grins at Meris. "Aye, m'lady...." |
| [Archin] says: So.. if anyone has an opinion... come and join us, and if not, come and listen to me you'll be enlightened, I'm sure |
| Archin grins. |
| [Geril] says: Thanks for letting us know! |
| [Geril] says: For those interested, you know what he said. |
| [Dominik] says: Oh dear. |
| Archin sits down slowly. |
| [Geril] says: For the rest of you, "Smart talk on Monday". |
| [Meris] says: Hmm... be curious what your definition of "aristocracy" is, but I guess we'll find out. |
| Archin shoots Meris a toothy grin, "It's the correct definition.. that is all you need to know, my dear." |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, folks, I'm going to go ahead and wrap this up so y'all can fall asleep at last... |
| [Geril] says: Don't forget, there will be a story night next week. So if you're not to stuffed to tell a tale, be there!! |
| Aryss cocks an eyebrow at the word "sleep" |
| Geril looks at the people already sleeping and sighs. |
| [Bor] says: G'night everyone. And thanks fer the stories. |
| Bor waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Archin slowly stands up, steadying himself with a hand. |
| Dahla grins and waves to Bor. |
| [Geril] says: Yes. Excellent stories all around. Another wonderful night of sharing. |
| [Sullivan] says: Take care all, and rest well when you do. |
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