Angwe Shoves People off Rooves

AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cakeBedford, VA
edited June 2013 in Echo Canyon
I amused myself too much not to post this. Masturbatory? Perhaps.

[spoiler]Your arms lock themselves about Didi and you hoist her, legs kicking wildly, up
into the treetops.
Balance Used: 3.87 seconds

On the rooftops above Before the Medina.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. West of the gates of the old city, the narrow Medina Street joins the broad expanse of Hwenua Court. The ancient stonemasonry of the rock surrounding the gates is scarred and chipped by the elements, softened until it engenders a yellow glow. Two huge wooden gates stand thrust aside within this stone surround, revealing a tangle of tiny streets, market stalls, and arched doorways. Didi is here. She wields a lissome steel scimitar in her left hand.
You see exits leading east, west, and northwest.

She is an agile Rajamala and is quite shy.   Her chocolate brown eyes study the
world, half hidden by her shoulder length obsidian curls.  A diamond shaped
birthmark graces her left bicep.
She is wearing:
a red rose, worn on the shirt
a cheerful yellow tulip, worn on the shirt
a thorny evening wisp, worn on the shirt
a circular aquamarine earring, worn on the ears
an orchid purple chemise of silk, covering the torso
a bright yellow rose, worn on the shirt
a yellow lily, worn on the shirt
a fiery red tulip, worn on the shirt
a snow white star orchid, worn on the shirt
a striped orchid, worn on the shirt
a bright yellow daffodil, worn on the ears
a pair of elegant white lace earrings, worn on the ears
a tiger lily, worn on the shirt
a bottomless letter satchel, slung over a shoulder
a deep purple hyacinth, worn on the ears
a cluster of snapdragons, worn on the shirt
a vibrant sunflower, worn on the shirt
a quartered sapphire engagement ring, worn on a finger
a delicate iris, worn on the shirt
a twilight blue rose, worn on the shirt
a band of decomposition, worn on a finger
a necklace with a golden sun pendant, around the neck
a pink carnation, worn on the shirt
a teal blue kitbag with a leaping dolphin, worn on the back
a white marine pearl bracelet, encircling an ankle
an ornamental diadem of seaside charms, worn on head
a quartz and owl feather anklet, encircling an ankle
an obsidian ring engraved with flame patterns, worn on a finger
a gold-framed monocle, covering one eye
2 magic emblem rings, worn on a finger
a bunch of yellow freesias, worn on the shirt
a humorous orpi brooch of brittle limestone, worn on the shirt
a pink oceanic pack, worn on the back
an odd top hat adorned with charms, worn on head
a multi-hued taerzseralla stud, worn on the ears
a Year 300 ring, worn on a finger
a wide golden cuff bracelet, around one wrist
a pair of chocolate-colored boots, worn on the feet
a delicate bangle of golden stars, around one wrist
a supple gambeson of royal blue doeskin, covering the torso
a white rose, worn on the shirt
a gold stud earring, worn on the ears
a mysterious cloak of the stars, hanging from the shoulders
an airy blouse of honey brown silk, over the torso
a necklace of purity, around the neck
a lei of pink hibiscus flowers, around the neck
2 slender tier rings, worn on a finger
a pair of women's honey brown suede, flare-bottom trousers, worn on the legs
a brass-buckled tool belt, around the waist
an iron ring, worn on a finger
a pair of white cotton socks, worn on the feet

(Ho-ley CORNS! Someone force strip her, pl0x)

You cackle hellishly.

On the rooftops above Before the Medina.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. West of the gates of the old city, the narrow Medina Street joins the broad expanse of Hwenua Court. The ancient stonemasonry of the rock surrounding the gates is scarred and chipped by the elements, softened until it engenders a yellow glow. Two huge wooden gates stand thrust aside within this stone surround, revealing a tangle of tiny streets, market stalls, and arched doorways. Didi is here. She wields a lissome steel scimitar in her left hand.
You see exits leading east, west, and northwest.

You glance over Didi and see that her health is at 3122/3122. 100%

Didi
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General:
She is 222 years old.
7.02
She was born on the 15th of Lleian, year 170 of the Midnight Age.
She is ranked 366th in Aetolia.
She is a Voyager in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is a member of the clan called 'Atavians of Aerie'.
She is a member of the clan called 'Songsteel Family'.
She is a member of the clan called 'The Lionheart Family'.
She is a member of the clan called 'The Rajamalan clan'.
She is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
She is considered to be approximately 145% of your might.
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*********************[ Rankings Three hundred sixty six ]**********************
Rank    Level      Player               Title                            
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  366   83         Didi                 3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  367   83         Segial               3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  368   83         Kahra                3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  369   83         Nucras               3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  370   83         Katra                3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  371   83         Brandin              3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  372   83         Sineya               3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  373   83         Marian               3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  374   83         Morrios              3rd Circle of Celestial Power
  375   82         Enlil                4th Circle of Celestial Power
  376   82         Caiti                4th Circle of Celestial Power
  377   82         Amami                4th Circle of Celestial Power
  378   82         Arania               4th Circle of Celestial Power
  379   82         Luenor               4th Circle of Celestial Power
  380   82         Korkal               4th Circle of Celestial Power
  381   82         Itzaak               4th Circle of Celestial Power
  382   82         Erion                4th Circle of Celestial Power
  383   82         Noelle               4th Circle of Celestial Power
  384   82         Kealiock             4th Circle of Celestial Power
  385   82         Drax                 4th Circle of Celestial Power
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RANKINGS 385 to see more.

Didi carefully grooms herself until she appears neat and tidy once more.

Somewhat disappointed, you say, "Completely unphased, huh?"

Didi says, "Nice to see you too."

Didi takes a drink from a serene monastery garden vial.

You give a pained sigh.

You exclaim, "You 'Norians are so BORING!"

Didi says, "Startled naturally."

Didi says, "And yes i am boring."

Your pose is now set at:
Perched atop a chimney, Angwe is here.

You have emoted: Angwe pouts at Didi from atop the chimney he's chosen to perch on.

Didi crosses her arms and sulks wildly.

You narrow your eyes at Didi.

Didi stands completely still, the perfect imitation of a rock.

You have emoted: "You're using telepathy!" Angwe accuses Didi.

Didi says, "No way."

Didi hums innocently to herself.

You begin to think about ducks. All ducks, all day.

Ducks, ducks, ducks, you unfin' love ducks. You need them! DUCKS!

Didi says, "Not disciplined enough."

You grunt noncommittally.

You're still thinking about ducks.

Didi tilts her head back, inhaling sharply several times.

Casting off her final fetters, the luminous lady awakens fully, shedding her joyful light from horizon to horizon.

You briefly consider shoving her off the roof.

Didi's starry eyes fall on a coconut-battered shrimp snack in complete admiration.

You have emoted: Angwe peers thoughtfully at Didi, as though deciding something in his own mind.

Coribhell has been bludgeoned to death by an enraged female servant.

Coribhell has been bludgeoned to death by an enraged female servant.

You weigh the costs versus the entertainment value of shoving her off the roof.

You It would be pretty funny. But may start trouble with the Enorians.

It would be completely irresponsible of you.

You nod your head affirmatively.

You give Didi a vicious shove and watch in satisfaction as she suffers a horrible fall.

You smirk.

That was too satisfying for you to not consider.[/spoiler]
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Comments

  • SerriceSerrice the Black Fox
    edited June 2013
    Wow, you did that to Didi?
     
    IllikaalCiarelle
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    I... yes? Is that a bad thing?
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  • IosyneIosyne the Lair
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    LinOrisae
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    Ogod, what'd I do.

    >.>
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  • Cats land on their feet.
    Angwe
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    edited June 2013
    Shove averted. :(

    [spoiler]Your arms lock themselves about Aryanne and you hoist her, legs kicking wildly, up into the treetops.
    Balance Used: 3.87 seconds

    On the rooftops above Plaza at Jeweled Terrace.
    The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. This lovely stretch of road is in point of fact a broad plaza that joins three busy streets. Running to the east is the Jeweled Terrace, aptly named on account of the onyx and gold mosaic style walkway that sparkles under the influence of any available light. Adjacent to the wide walk, the city wall towers along the northern side of the road, with the gates of Enorian visible to the northwest. Alongside the paved road, many small single-story houses have been arrayed, their windows fitted with brightly lacquered wooden shutters, contrasting strongly with the whitewashed clay walls which have been used to build them. Aryanne is here.
    You see exits leading east, southwest, and northwest.

    Aryanne blinks.

    Your pose is now set as:
    Perched atop a chimney, Angwe is here.

    You have emoted: Angwe waves at Aryanne from the chimney he's come to perch upon.

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Clinging awkwardly as she crouches on the rooftop, Aryanne looks alarmed as she looks over to you.

    Aryanne says to you, "Wha-ho-How-however are you?"

    You have emoted: "Wonderful!" Angwe shouts. "Ain't the wind just so REFRESHIN' up here?!" Tossing his head back, the Sentinel draws in great breaths of air as the wind whips his cloak and hair around him.

    The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.

    You silently summon the shadows to soften and conceal your footsteps.

    Aryanne continues to cling tightly to a bit of roof as she slowly sits down upon it, cementing herself further on the uneven ground. "I! I suppose it's crisp as anything ever," she replies, squinting her eyes as she looks into the wind, the breeze kicking her hair back from her face. "Hear your squabbly thing popped out of Miss Aarbrock. It have the proper numbers of feet and such?"

    An ominous rumbling through the earth precedes the abrupt rise of a towering monolith of wispy shadow into the skies above, as the Malevolent emerges from Her lair.

    You have emoted: "Aye!" Angwe calls out. "Though th' midwife near fainted when he first came out! Takes after me a bit too much, she thought he had a third leg!" The faun cackles wildly at his own crude joke, pitching precariously far to one side of his perch.

    The stars wink into existence, familiar constellations illuminating the night with tales of myth and legend.

    You tell Aryanne, "((I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOOOOOOORLD!))"

    You tell Aryanne, "((*shove*))"

    Your body grows extremely dense and heavy as the mass salve infuses your skin.

    The deepening night provides hope for the coming of the dawn as the moon traces its path across the sky.

    You have emoted: The mortar and brick crumbles a bit under Angwe's increased weight.

    Aryanne furrows her brow as she turns to look up at you, "I.. did not think you'd a tail in the statues I saw. Did I quite miss something when looking about? Perhaps I'd the wrong statue..." Her hands grasp tighter onto her firm landing as a gust of wind flurries her skirt around.

    You have emoted: Angwe's laughter trails off abruptly, and he fixes Aryanne with an incredulous stare.

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You briefly consider shoving her off the roof.

    Aryanne's expression falls as she turns back into the wind and mutters under her breath, "Bugger, I'll need go look at them again. Blast."

    "Hmph!" you snort.

    Shouting over the wind, you exclaim, "You're lucky I like you!"

    You have emoted: Angwe uncoils from his perch, hanging in the air for a sickening moment before he lands heavily beside Aryanne.
    Balance Used: 0.86 seconds

    Your pose is now set as:
    Standing on a roof beside Aryanne, Angwe is here.

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    Grinning wickedly, you exclaim to Aryanne, "Else I might get shovey!"

    Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day.
    It is now the 2nd of Ios, year 393 of the Midnight Age.

    You have emoted: Angwe beckons to Aryanne. "C'mon, let's go find some more hapless victims."

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    Aryanne clings tighter to the rooftop, eyes widening in heightened alarm and fear as she presses herself into the solid surface, shaking her head, "You can quite get them and bring them up all yourself, I daresay! I'll quite rather not go climbing about myself just yet."

    Amelas has had his life snuffed out by Axel, an enormous crocodile.

    You have emoted: "It's easy!" Angwe laughs. "Watch!" Taking a running start, Angwe leaps from Aryanne's rooftop to a trellis across the street, locking his arms for stability and kicking his hooves for a hoofhold. Finding leverage, he scrambles up and waves his arms at Aryanne. "Now you try!" he calls.

    Your pose is now set as:
    Angwe is here, standing on a roof across the street from Aryanne.

    Aryanne widens her eyes further before shaking her head determinedly and shouting back, "NO! I will fall to be certain! B-b-besides! Rivas quite wishes something of me - I really ought go there!"

    You narrow your eyes and spit a venemous "Pfft."

    You yell, "Bo-RING!"

    You feel your density return to normal.

    The idea of shoving her off the roof pings through your head again.

    You swat idly at something unseen.

    You shoo away the terrible, terrible urges.

    Aryanne narrows her eyes as she stands with a shaky confidence, shouting back with some ire in her tone, "Not boring in the least bit, I'll have you quite know!"

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You're going to hell.

    You have emoted: Angwe's eyes suddenly fly wide open as he gazes at something in the skies behind Aryanne. "LOOK!" he cries, pointing. "A DISTRACTION!"

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    Aryanne keeps her eyes narrowed and focussed on you before climbing to the edge of the roof and perilously beginning her trek down, with a venomous tone "I'm off! To someone -interesting-!"

    Aryanne carefully climbs down out of the rooftops.

    "Bah!" you retort disgustedly.[/spoiler]
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    MoireanLinSetne
  • MoireanMoirean Chairmander Portland
    The wordwrap, it burns us. -_-

    Cute little log, though!
    Aryanne
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    edited June 2013
    Guest starring @Ayanala!
    [spoiler]Your arms lock themselves about Ayanala and you hoist her, legs kicking wildly,
    up into the treetops.
    Balance Used: 3.87 seconds

    Your pose is now set as:
    Perched atop a chimney, Angwe is here.

    On the rooftops above Four Corners on Nordau Street.
    The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. To the
    west, Nordau Street passes underneath a gossamer canopy of white cloth, weaving
    its way through shops and stalls. Towards the north, Beacon Street stretches
    through more of the same bazaar atmosphere until it adjoins the wall and the
    glinting main gates of the city. Flagstones of granite and brilliant marble have
    been arranged here to encircle a large patch of earth. A small seedling emerges
    from the earth here, flowering brilliantly in the center of the Beacon of Light.
    Ayanala is here.
    You see exits leading north, northeast, east (open pine door), southeast (open
    pine door), south (open pine door), southwest (open pine door), west, and in.

    You raise your hand in greeting to Ayanala and say "Hi!"

    She is a muscular Kelki and has a slight, but shapely form barely reaching five foot even. She possesses an inherent fluid-like grace, amplified by her mastery of martial arts. Her fiery red hair has been smoothed back and bound in a high ponytail, the silky mass of hair left to curl wildly around her knees. Angled ever so slighty, her wide sea-green eyes set above a petite nose and full lips, are a pleasing contrast to her hair and bronzed skin.  Smooth pearlesque scales cover her form, extending only partial down from her forehead, around her delicately ruffled ears, and down the sides of her neck to disappear into her clothing. Depending on her clothing, a stark black tattoo of swirling spirals and whorls seem animated, moving of their own accord against her skin as she moves. She walks with the blessing of Dhar. She walks with the blessing of Slyphe. She walks with the boon of Iosyne.
    She is wearing:
    a dawn-gold sea pearl necklace, around the neck
    a pair of feminine silver silk gloves, worn on the hands
    a thin silver nesting ring, worn on a finger
    2 pearl stud earrings, worn on the ears
    a white quartz shard pendant, around the neck
    a gold stud earring, worn on the ears
    a secure brass keyring, worn on the belt
    a dangling black diamond earring, worn on the ears
    a tight, cropped black shirt, covering the torso
    polished golden cuffs, around both wrists
    a magnificent kimono of Caerhays crescent trees, covering the body
    a pair of black baggy pants, worn on the legs

    You have emoted: Angwe's empty sockets go about as big and wide as dinner plates.
     "That's a beautiful kimono!" he calls out sincerely.

    Finely woven brocade has been used to design this magnificent kimono with its functional and timeless elegance. It has wide sleeves and falls straight to the ankles, swathing the wearer in the lush fabric. The smooth grayish-white fabric is darker at the lower hem, and provides a mist-like background for a number of magnificently embroidered Caerhays crescent trees, depicted in detailed and lifelike perfection. Their slender, dark-brown trunks rise elegantly upwards and branch out to create cobalt-blue canopies of silver-rimmed, scythe-shaped leaves. Depending on the angle of light, the foliage appears to shift and move - a clever illusion of a skilled craftsman's hand. The cut is traditional, and the sleeves are sewn up halfway in such a way that the hanging bottoms may serve for the secure stowage of small items. A simple and unadorned sash, made of the same material as the kimono but plainly colored a grayish-white, is stitched to the back of the waist. About two inches wide, it may be used to tie the garment shut for a casual look, or it can be tied into a bow and covered with a more traditional obi sash.

    You tell Aarbrok, "Good eve, my Witch."

    Ayanala blinks.

    Ayanala casts a suspicious eye about the area.

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "My faun!"

    Ayanala says, "Thank you..."

    Ayanala says to you, "You really are bored arent you?"

    You nod your head affirmatively.

    You have decided not to shove this one off the roof. Yet.

    Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.

    The sounds of children playing touch upon your ears from within the city.

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "How is Kieran."

    You have emoted: "We dun have anything like this in the valley!" Angwe calls down to Ayanala. "Honestly, you lot dun know how lucky you are! Tis beautiful up here!"

    Ayanala makes certain that her son is secure against her chest as she clings tightly to the tree.

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "And you of course."

    You watch in amazement as Ayanala begins to cling to the branches URBAN STUFF in such a clever way that she maintains a great deal of freedom of action.

    Ayanala says, "Valley?"

    Ayanala stares at you and blinks.

    You have emoted: Angwe's eyes go wide as he notices the child in Ayanala's arms. "Shit, you've got your cub with you?!"

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Ayanala says to you, "Well, yes, where else would he be?"

    Ayanala says, "Don't worry, you didn't hurt him. Startled him a bit."

    You have emoted: Angwe quickly scuttles down from his position, hopping from the chimney to a clothesline where he hangs a moment before releasing himself to land, gently, beside Ayanala.

    Apologetically, you say to Ayanala, "I dinnae know... here, lemme help you get down."

    Ayanala's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

    Ayanala says, "I am not so fragile, Angwe."

    Your pose is now set as:
    His hooves squared securely, Angwe offers Ayanala a claw.

    Ayanala says, "And I've been through much worse with my children in tow."

    You have emoted: "He's fragile," Angwe points out.

    Ayanala says, "This one is soon to go swimming with me... should be interesting."

    You tell Aarbrok, "I am well and he is well fed. Sleeping now, though he may be soon to wake."

    Ayanala says, "Ah, well, you pulling me up into the trees is the worst of my worries nowadays."

    Ayanala's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

    You ask, "Trees...?"

    On the rooftops above Four Corners on Nordau Street.
    The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. To the
    west, Nordau Street passes underneath a gossamer canopy of white cloth, weaving
    its way through shops and stalls. Towards the north, Beacon Street stretches
    through more of the same bazaar atmosphere until it adjoins the wall and the
    glinting main gates of the city. Flagstones of granite and brilliant marble have
    been arranged here to encircle a large patch of earth. A small seedling emerges
    from the earth here, flowering brilliantly in the center of the Beacon of Light.
    Ayanala is here, smiling.
    You see exits leading north, northeast, east (open pine door), southeast (open
    pine door), south (open pine door), southwest (open pine door), west, and in.

    You peer about yourself suspiciously.

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    You say, "...This is 'Norian. Ain't no trees, woman."

    You exclaim, "This a roof!"

    Ayanala's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

    Ayanala says, "Forgot where I was for a moment..."

    Ayanala says, "So busy in my head with preparations..."

    Ayanala creases her brow in a frown.

    Ayanala begins to follow you.

    Ayanala says, "Good sign that a break is needed..."

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "Mmm, I look forward to seeing you my faun, it was
    a long week about for me."

    Ayanala creases her brow in a frown.

    You have emoted: Angwe makes as though he intends to climb down, but a glance at
    Ayanala seems to stall him.


    You ask Ayanala, "...You bored, too?"

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Ayanala says, "A bit, yea."

    You tilt your head back and deeply inhale any scents from the air.

    The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full
    light upon the land.

    You ask Ayanala, "You -sure- you won't hurt him hoppin' 'round up here?"

    Ayanala chuckles long and heartily.

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Ayanala motions to the four month old bundled tightly against her chest. "I am
    certain, Angwe".

    You have emoted: Angwe claps his hands merrily. "Hot damn! Let's find us a
    hapless victim!" he cries. With that, he takes off across the rooftop, headed
    straight for the wall of a taller building. With a short hop, he uses his hooves
    to push off, gaining him the few precious inches needed to catch the ledge and
    hoist himself up. As though in challenge, he pauses, crossing his arms to watch
    Ayanala.

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    You tell Aarbrok, "I wish you could join me..."

    You tell Aarbrok, "Indulging in a bit of mischief in 'Norian."

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "The Vanguard has told me I must wait five years
    time unfortunately, they are not so eager to trust me."

    You shall now speak in Sylvan.

    In Sylvan, you tell Aarbrok, "Aye, I know it."

    You tilt your head back and deeply inhale any scents from the air.
    You pick up the faint scent of Ayanala at Four Corners on Nordau Street.
    You pick up the faint scent of Ezreal at Open aired training grounds by the
    Luminary.
    You pick up the faint scent of Azton at Entrance to the jousting grounds.
    You pick up the faint scent of Belgarion at Open aired training grounds by the
    Luminary.
    You pick up the faint scent of Lexen at Private Quarters.
    You pick up the faint scent of Gabriele at Plaza at Jeweled Terrace.
    You pick up the faint scent of Didi at Beacon Street.
    You pick up the faint scent of Haven at Private Quarters.

    Aarbrok tells you, in Sylvan, "I do look forward to the story, enjoy yourself my
    faun."

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Ayanala eyes the wall peculiarly as she runs across the rooftops towards the
    wall. With a small leap, she manages to scale the wall enough to plant her
    bottom on the ledge and swing her legs over.

    You think for a moment before nodding slowly.

    You say, in Sylvan, "Good 'nough."

    Ayanala follows you to the northeast.
    On the rooftops above Plaza at Jeweled Terrace.
    The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. This lovely stretch of road is in
    point of fact a broad plaza that joins three busy streets. Running to the east
    is the Jeweled Terrace, aptly named on account of the onyx and gold mosaic style
    walkway that sparkles under the influence of any available light. Adjacent to
    the wide walk, the city wall towers along the northern side of the road, with
    the gates of Enorian visible to the northwest. Alongside the paved road, many
    small single-story houses have been arrayed, their windows fitted with brightly
    lacquered wooden shutters, contrasting strongly with the whitewashed clay walls
    which have been used to build them.
    You see exits leading east, southwest, and northwest.

    Ayanala says to you, "Not a clue what you said, you know."

    Your arms lock themselves about Gabriele and you hoist her, legs kicking wildly, up into the treetops.
    Balance Used: 3.87 seconds

    Your pose is now set as:
    Perched atop an exposed beam, Angwe is here.

    You raise your hand in greeting to Gabriele and say "Hi!"

    "YO!" Ayanala exclaims cheerfully.

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You begin to use your entire body to cleverly cling to the branches of the tree ROOFTOP while still maintaining a great deal of freedom of action.

    Gabriele raises her hand in greeting and says "Hi!"

    Gabriele tilts her head back, inhaling sharply several times.

    You have emoted: "Two fathers and two sons sat down to eat eggs for breakfas,"
    Angwe begins cryptically. "They ate exactly three eggs..." the faun tilts his
    head slightly, peering down at Gabriele from his perch. "Each person had an egg.
    Now, how'd they pull that off?"
    Balance Used: 0.86 seconds

    Ayanala says, "Grandfather, Father, and Son."

    You raise your index finger to your lips and emit a forceful "Shhhh!" at Ayanala.

    Ayanala snickers under her breath.

    You shall now speak in Aetolian.

    Gabriele says, "..ok..what she said then."

    You exclaim to Ayanala, "You RUINED it!"

    Ayanala says to you, "You never said I couldn't answer..."

    Ayanala casts a suspicious eye about the area.

    You strongly consider shoving her off the roof... but she has young.

    The adumbrative night stretches onward, ever elusive of dawn's grasp.

    You have emoted: Angwe gnashes his canine teeth, muttering goatishly at Ayanala.
    Balance Used: 0.86 seconds

    Ashram has been slain by the magical power of a merciless Xorani warrior.

    Ayanala says to you, "Now, now, don't be getting your hocks in a ruffle... ask
    her another. I won't answer. Promise."

    The stars wink into existence, familiar constellations illuminating the night
    with tales of myth and legend.

    You have emoted: "Gotta come up with 'nother one now," Angwe calls over to
    Ayanala, clearly irritated.

    Ayanala inspects her the nails of one hand as she uses the other to rub her
    child's back, "Well, if'n you can't do it..." she responds in a non-chalant
    manner.

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You have emoted: Angwe's ears perk up, and he snaps his claws (nearly toppling
    over in the process). Grasping at his handhold, he peers down at Gabriele with a
    fiendish glow in his sockets. "If you take 3 apples from a group of 5," he asks
    innocently, "How many do you have?"
    Balance Used: 0.86 seconds

    Ayanala opens her mouth but says nothing.

    Ayanala hums a happy tune.

    You have emoted: Angwe shoots a warning look at Ayanala.
    Balance Used: 0.86 seconds

    Ayanala hums innocently to herself.

    Gabriele says, "To ange two?"

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You yell, "WRONG ANSWER!"

    You give Gabriele a vicious shove and watch in satisfaction as she suffers a horrible fall.
    Balance Used: 3.44 seconds

    You cackle hellishly.

    Ayanala's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

    Gabriele tells you, "Ok so not cool."

    Throughly satisfied with himself, you say, "Alright, I'm done."

    You ask Ayanala, "Can you get down?"

    Ayanala grins as she backflips over the edge while calling out, "Why not at all,
    Sir."

    Ayanala carefully climbs down out of the rooftops.[/spoiler]

    PS: Wordwrap fixed!
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  • MoireanMoirean Chairmander Portland
    I would have thought Gabriele would have appreciated you....swinging her around.

    >_>
    Lin
  • LinLin Blackbird The Moonglade
    ITT: Angwe is hilarious at numerous Enorians who barely RP at him (not counting Aryanne).
    Aryanne
  • edited June 2013
    :( I tried! I had only -just- logged in and needed to catch Rivas before he logged out for the evening.


    EDIT: I feel like an idiot now.

  • LinLin Blackbird The Moonglade
    Lin said:
    ITT: Angwe is hilarious at numerous Enorians who barely RP at him (not counting Aryanne).

  • oh.
    /me shouldn't try to read without my glasses on.
    THANK YOU >.>

  • ArbreArbre Arbrelina Jolie Braavos
    I think the plural is rooves. Unless it was the same one each time. Then Angwe would be shoving people off THE roof.
    Aryanne
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    Apparently, @Arbre is right. Could someone fix the title?
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  • ArbreArbre Arbrelina Jolie Braavos
    kindlebre to the rescue!
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  • EleanorEleanor FOR SCIENCE
    oh my god arbre I love you this thread's title was KILLING me.

  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    Bad grammar hurts us all. (@Eleanor)
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  • But... but... it's Didi! How could you want to push Didi off a roof?!
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  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA
    NEW EPISODE! This one was kinda meh.

    [spoiler]Your pose is now set as:
    Balanced on a beam, Angwe maintains a precarious perch.

    Aarbrok looks at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

    Shadows dissipate from around Aarbrok's feet, rendering her footfalls audible again.

    The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.

    The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

    You tilt your head back and deeply inhale any scents from the air.
    You pick up the faint scent of Ayaeva at Passing through the gatehouse.

    People by area:
    Enorian
       Four Corners on Nordau Street (2096) - 3 - Ayssia, Aarbrok, Izlude

    Your arms lock themselves about Ayssia and you hoist her, legs kicking wildly,
    up into the treetops.

    You ask Ayssia, "A merchant can place 8 large boxes or 10 small boxes into a carton for shipping. In one shipment, he sent a total of 96 boxes. If there are more large boxes than small boxes, how many cartons did he ship?"

    Ayssia stares at you and blinks.

    You have emoted: Angwe settles into his perch, the green luminance filling his
    empty ocular cavities billowing strangely as he stares back at Ayssia.

    Aarbrok cocks her head to the side, looking at Ayssia, "Dont make the man wait, the riddle is spoke..." her bestial golden eyes, flickering like a fire.

    Ayssia says, "Umm... L-Let me think."

    His lips splitting into an entirely unpleasant smile, you say, "Alright, but th' clock is tickiiiing!"

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Aarbrok vacantly stares, murmuring under her breath, "Tick, Tock...Tick, Tock...." her tone droll and unemotional.

    Kerryn arrives from the northeast. <---:Uh oh, the fun police are here!

    Ayssia says, "... Eleven."

    Kerryn beckons Ayssia to her.

    Pressing the open palm of her left hand against the clenched fist of her right, Kerryn bows respectfully.

    You yell, "WRONG ANSWER!"

    You give Ayssia a vicious shove and watch in satisfaction as she suffers a horrible fall.

    Kerryn pointedly says nothing at all.

    You cackle hellishly.

    On the rooftops above Four Corners on Nordau Street (2096) - Enorian (69)
    The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. To the west, Nordau Street passes underneath a gossamer canopy of white cloth, weaving its way through shops and stalls. Towards the north, Beacon Street stretches through more of the same bazaar atmosphere until it adjoins the wall and the glinting main gates of the city. Flagstones of granite and brilliant marble have been arranged here to encircle a large patch of earth. A small seedling emerges from the earth here, flowering brilliantly in the center of the Beacon of Light.
    Aarbrok holds herself steady atop the roofs ledge, her wings outstretched for balance. Kerryn is here.
    You see exits leading north, northeast, east (open pine door), southeast (open
    pine door), south (open pine door), southwest (open pine door), west, and in.

    Kerryn carefully climbs down out of the rooftops.

    Aarbrok lowers her head, although her stare still upon the Atavian as she plummets to the ground.

    "Muahaha!" Aarbrok cackles uproariously.

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    You say, "Oh wait..."

    You say, "That was right."

    You sigh and apply your face to your palm.

    You carefully watch your footing and climb down from the rooftops.
    Aarbrok follows you to the ground.
    Four Corners on Nordau Street.
    The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. To the west, Nordau Street passes underneath a gossamer canopy of white cloth, weaving its way through shops and stalls. Towards the north, Beacon Street stretches through more of the same bazaar atmosphere until it adjoins the wall and the glinting main gates of the city. Flagstones of granite and brilliant marble have been arranged here to encircle a large patch of earth. A small seedling emerges from the earth here, flowering brilliantly in the center of the Beacon of Light.
    Bearing a blue and yellow flag, a large flagpole stands here as a testament to the indomitable will of the Beacon of Light. A seedling of the ancient Heartwood blooms from the earth here. A wooden stake has been left here. A pike with the decapitated head of Jaffrem has been erected here. Atop a gilded lamp post, a merry flicker of flame lends light to the surroundings. A grand statue here depicts a small Rajamala woman, atop a mountain of vermin. A perfectly pristine mirror set within its palm, an enormous marble hand rises from the ground here.
    A rounded bench rests nearby, low to the ground. A grook peddler stands here, situated beside his ramshackle pushcart. A small sign points into a market stall. A blue and gold chest sits here, carved with helpful novice tips. There are 5 monolith sigils here. Tossing her august mane, a sprightly white mare stands here. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. There are 3 bright-eyed missionaries here. A stout donkey stands patiently by, waiting for a burden. Green eyes passively surveying her surroundings, Shavit Ridha is here, head
    held high. Ayssia is here, sprawled upon the floor. Izlude is here. He wields a refined, gold-filigree rapier in his right hand. Kerryn is here.
    You see exits leading north, northeast, east (open pine door), southeast (open
    pine door), south (open pine door), southwest (open pine door), west, and in.

    You glance down and shuffle your feet uneasily.

    Kerryn tells you, "You know.. that could be considered assault."

    Shavit Ridha walks briskly to the north, her robes billowing behind her.

    Kerryn creases her brow in a frown.

    You say to Ayssia, "That was... actually right."

    You see Aarbrok yell, "Correct answer....terrible form sir...terrible."

    You suck thoughtfully on your teeth.

    Kerryn says to you, "Please do not push citizens off the roofs anymore."

    You look thoughtful and say, "Never messed up me own answer before...."

    Aarbrok looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

    Ayssia says, "You can just go away, you pair of lunatics."

    Ayssia calls out for the aid of her guardian angel.
    A flower of white light blooms in the air beside Ayssia, and a shimmering figure emerges from within.

    Kerryn tilts her head back, inhaling sharply several times.

    You snigger evilly.

    Aarbrok says, "Lunatic....no dear...I am delightfully mad, not filled with lunacy."

    "Muahaha!" Aarbrok cackles uproariously.

    Ysi gives Izlude a respectful salute.

    Ysi inclines his head politely to those around him.

    Aarbrok inclines her head politely to those around her.

    You say, "Well, I s'pose you win a prize since ye DID give th' right answer."

    Kerryn says, "Either way, no more pushing citizens  off roofs."

    Aarbrok says, "Lets see...what do I have in me box..."

    Bynar arrives from the north.

    Bynar leaves to the south.

    You say to Kerryn, "Hush, no one's talkin' to ye."

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Bynar arrives from the south.

    Aarbrok looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

    You get 26757 gold sovereigns from a fetish pouch with a hemp drawstring.

    Aarbrok takes a beating phoenix heart from a cherry wood box.

    Kerryn says to you, "But I am talking to you, Angwe."

    Bynar says, "Where can i get some food?"

    Aarbrok gives a beating phoenix heart to Ayssia.

    Kerryn says, "She called for help."

    You give 5000 gold sovereigns to Ayssia.

    Kerryn says, "So clearly she didn't appreciate your game."

    Aarbrok says to Ayssia, "You stole my heart, with your knowledge of riddles."

    Cheerfully, you smile with a wink and say to Ayssia, "Evidence of a golden intellect!"

    Aarbrok says, "A charming demeanor as well, wouldn't you say."

    Bynar sways back and forth.

    Aarbrok eyes Ayssia, giving her the once over.

    Casting off her final fetters, the luminous lady awakens fully, shedding her joyful light from horizon to horizon.

    Grawthorg arrives from the northeast.

    Grawthorg leaves to the in.

    (Angwe's Pack): You say, "Let's cut out before Kerryn has a conniption."

    The bright sun shines down upon you.

    Ayssia says, "I'm much more charming when not threatened by a pair of freaks..."

    (Angwe's Pack): Aarbrok says, "Right..."

    The ethereal guardian angel begins to shimmer with a soft red light.

    A feral sneer passes your lips as you lapse from concentrating on your Yeleni self, and allow your true nature to take hold. Your back curves, and thick fur grows forth from your skin, covering every inch of you. The curves of your muscles snap and grow, and your face loses all semblance of your former self as you fully transform into a Werewolf. Shaking your head comfortably, you stand erect and aware.
    [Tripwire]: Info: +DEF+ LYCANTHROPE

    You discern that Ayssia has cured the effects of a broken left leg.

    Aarbrok sneers and her eyes lose focus for a moment. Curving almost in pain, she grows a thick pelt of fur, and the muscles on her body snap and re-grow larger in size. Shaking her head, Aarbrok straightens herself, fully transformed into her Werewolf self.

    You discern that Ayssia has cured the effects of a broken right leg.

    Ayssia stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

    Aarbrok arches her back and lets out a bestial howl into the air.

    Aarbrok follows you to the northeast.[/spoiler]

    AFTERMATH!


    Izlude tells you, "I've been recieving mild complaints against your behavior here in the Beacon."

    You tell Izlude, "Welp, Kerryn is a complainin' type."

    Izlude tells you, "Master Angwe?"

    Izlude tells you, "You're a damn Guildmaster. You're a representative of Duiran when you come into Enorian. We're not going press any charges but the girl feels startled and intimidated by your actions. Please do -not- do that again."
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  • EzalorEzalor Emperor D'baen Canada
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