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Re: Mildly Irritating: Aetolia's Pet Peeves
@Sryaen the reflection in the glasses alone makes that not, in fact, a shit post. That's top notch good job.
Toz
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Re: Mildly Irritating: Aetolia's Pet Peeves
More than mildly irritating, the metagaming. Especially when 9 times out of 10 you have superior numbers. I'm done for the day, see you all tonight. Have a good one.
Araseth
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Re: Mildly Irritating: Aetolia's Pet Peeves
I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about having a direct feed of the web we use for combat, and the strategies we're using. If Shadow tether knows within seconds what Spirit is saying on Side Line, I know nothing of it. But I know for a fact that everything we say in our web is almost immediately sent to Spirit, because I"ve seen reactions to things I've said in web by Spirit players minutes later, and they were most certainly not in our web at the time I said it.So you're inferring that the fight you lost just before you made this post this was due to some knowledge that we divined from some conversation you had in the web?
Illikaal
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Re: Sciomancer Changelog
Are you being punished for playing Sciomancer, or has everyone that was fighting against Sciomancer -ceased- being punished?You are a witty man.
Lim
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Re: "A-are you my mother?"
FOLLOW-UP
A robed girl with white hair drifts towards Tetchta. "M-mother?"
Steps into the ruined area, eyes on a robed girl with white hair. "Sorry, Lass, I'm a man," Tetchta answers.
Mileta arrives from the southwest.
She is followed by a diminutive rodent styled golem.
You have emoted: Elene steps back from a robed girl with white hair, behind the comfort of Qelres as she pulls her hood over her head, remaining unseen, or as unseen as she can.
You use Obscuring Cloak.
You raise the hood of a profane cloak of ambiguity, concealing your identity.
A robed girl with white hair's features brighten into a wide smile as she holds out her arms for Tetchta. "Mother! I've been looking alll ooooveeer for you."
"Sure, girl, c'mere!" Tetchta replies heartily, his voice warm, a dull rumble. He opens his arms up toward a robed girl with white hair.
Qelres arrives with you and Lilit in their wake. Their shoes crunch through the snow and the wind threatens to take their hat from their head. They stay well back, unafraid, but with a watchful, unblinking stare.
Lilit draws her cloak around her shoulders and watches from afar, sheltering by Qelres.
A robed girl with white hair rushes towards Tetchta and embraces Tetchta's form fiercely. She doesn't appear to readily notice the others that have gathered as she nestles her face into the cavity of his chest. "I.. I've missed you, Mother."
Quietly, with a pang of sorrow, a robed girl with white hair says, "I've been good. Haven't I?"
"It's okay, girl. I'm here now. Where have you been hiding?" Tetchta offers, his massive form dwarfing a robed girl with white hair almost comically. His left hand embraces her, and his right rests upon her head. "Good? Could be. Do you remember what I told you?" The vampire asks, his voice soothing, but intent clearly probing.
Mileta's eyes dart between a robed girl with white hair and Tetchta in clear confusion. "That's..." She murmurs to herself.
You have emoted: A cloaked figure clutches unto a humble bottle of ebony glass tightly, taking another sip of its contents as she watches from beneath her hood the interactions of Tetchta with a robed girl with white hair. Her ichored lips begin to twitch, telegraphing her thoughts of the current situation. She waves a hand, slicing it in the air as she gestures at Mileta.
A robed girl with white hair nods enthusiastically beneath Tetchta's touch as she stares up at him. "I... I got lost for a bit... Some strange corner. I had to run but then I -felt- you near. I had to find you." A soft sigh of relief seems too escape the girl as Tetchta continues to pad through her hair. "Of course, Mother."
Smiling, a robed girl with white hair says, "Kill them all."
Tetchta pushes a robed girl with white hair back, slightly, with his left arm, and his right retracts from her head and rests upon her shoulder. He kneels down in front of a robed girl with white hair, a warm smile on his lips. "That's right," Tetchta says affirmingly, his stygian eyes meeting a robed girl with white hair's with a subtle nod. "Do you remember why?" Tetchta asks again, his smile widening.
Qelres' fingers rest light upon the hilt of their dagger. They make no sudden movements, appointed by you and Lilit as a kind of sheltering meat shield.
Tetchta just thought:
[A red tumult, quick symbols flash, some coherent, some not, but the end result is a calculated chaos.].
As Tetchta makes to create some space to kneel before a robed girl with white hair, she resists at first, desperately clinging to Tetchta and preventing their separation. Staring intently into Tetchta's eyes, a robed girl with white hair appears confused for a moment. "Y-you said not to ask too many questions. To be a good one. Not like the rest..." Worry creeps into her tone suddenly as she starts to shake her head. "I p-promise I didn't ask no q-questions! I p-promise I've been good!"
Tears beginning to well in her eyes, a robed girl with white hair says, "I took the vial and mixed it into their well just like you said. J-just like you said..."
"I believe you, good girl," Tetchta answers warmly, though his features shift ever so slightly: his eyes narrow, his eyebrows slant: a subtext of severity, danger. "You wouldn't want to become like the others, right? You know how they ended, right? Tell me. Prove to me you know what happens when you don't listen to Mother," the man pushes, his inquiries more pointed and meaningful. Aggressive, though throughout, the low warmth remains in his voice, laced between the veiled threats.
You have emoted: Another sip of a humble bottle of ebony glass, and the woman shakes her head beneath her hood. A cloaked figure glances at Tetchta behind Qelres. The woman straightens her frame, even as she subtly listens to the conversation. An audible snarl echoes from her, and her hood shifts, eliciting a clacking of bone as the clasps upon a profane cloak of ambiguity shift. She moves to open her mouth, but then closes it.
(Tells): Tetchta's psychic whisper trails through your mind, "Get me candy."
(Tells): Tetchta's psychic whisper trails through your mind, "Discreetly."
The girl shudders and frowns as blood begins to drip from every orifice across her body. The emotion clearly distressing her as she extends a single finger up into the air and slowly traces it across her neck in a symbolic gesture of death.
Tetchta has been slain by misadventure.
One moment Tetchta is there and in the next he is gone, leaving only smoldering shards of flesh and splintered bone in the place.
You divine the location of this death as Approaching a ruined structure in the Southern Tundra.
A robed girl with white hair drifts towards Tetchta. "M-mother?"
Steps into the ruined area, eyes on a robed girl with white hair. "Sorry, Lass, I'm a man," Tetchta answers.
Mileta arrives from the southwest.
She is followed by a diminutive rodent styled golem.
You have emoted: Elene steps back from a robed girl with white hair, behind the comfort of Qelres as she pulls her hood over her head, remaining unseen, or as unseen as she can.
You use Obscuring Cloak.
You raise the hood of a profane cloak of ambiguity, concealing your identity.
A robed girl with white hair's features brighten into a wide smile as she holds out her arms for Tetchta. "Mother! I've been looking alll ooooveeer for you."
"Sure, girl, c'mere!" Tetchta replies heartily, his voice warm, a dull rumble. He opens his arms up toward a robed girl with white hair.
Qelres arrives with you and Lilit in their wake. Their shoes crunch through the snow and the wind threatens to take their hat from their head. They stay well back, unafraid, but with a watchful, unblinking stare.
Lilit draws her cloak around her shoulders and watches from afar, sheltering by Qelres.
A robed girl with white hair rushes towards Tetchta and embraces Tetchta's form fiercely. She doesn't appear to readily notice the others that have gathered as she nestles her face into the cavity of his chest. "I.. I've missed you, Mother."
Quietly, with a pang of sorrow, a robed girl with white hair says, "I've been good. Haven't I?"
"It's okay, girl. I'm here now. Where have you been hiding?" Tetchta offers, his massive form dwarfing a robed girl with white hair almost comically. His left hand embraces her, and his right rests upon her head. "Good? Could be. Do you remember what I told you?" The vampire asks, his voice soothing, but intent clearly probing.
Mileta's eyes dart between a robed girl with white hair and Tetchta in clear confusion. "That's..." She murmurs to herself.
You have emoted: A cloaked figure clutches unto a humble bottle of ebony glass tightly, taking another sip of its contents as she watches from beneath her hood the interactions of Tetchta with a robed girl with white hair. Her ichored lips begin to twitch, telegraphing her thoughts of the current situation. She waves a hand, slicing it in the air as she gestures at Mileta.
A robed girl with white hair nods enthusiastically beneath Tetchta's touch as she stares up at him. "I... I got lost for a bit... Some strange corner. I had to run but then I -felt- you near. I had to find you." A soft sigh of relief seems too escape the girl as Tetchta continues to pad through her hair. "Of course, Mother."
Smiling, a robed girl with white hair says, "Kill them all."
Tetchta pushes a robed girl with white hair back, slightly, with his left arm, and his right retracts from her head and rests upon her shoulder. He kneels down in front of a robed girl with white hair, a warm smile on his lips. "That's right," Tetchta says affirmingly, his stygian eyes meeting a robed girl with white hair's with a subtle nod. "Do you remember why?" Tetchta asks again, his smile widening.
Qelres' fingers rest light upon the hilt of their dagger. They make no sudden movements, appointed by you and Lilit as a kind of sheltering meat shield.
Tetchta just thought:
[A red tumult, quick symbols flash, some coherent, some not, but the end result is a calculated chaos.].
As Tetchta makes to create some space to kneel before a robed girl with white hair, she resists at first, desperately clinging to Tetchta and preventing their separation. Staring intently into Tetchta's eyes, a robed girl with white hair appears confused for a moment. "Y-you said not to ask too many questions. To be a good one. Not like the rest..." Worry creeps into her tone suddenly as she starts to shake her head. "I p-promise I didn't ask no q-questions! I p-promise I've been good!"
Tears beginning to well in her eyes, a robed girl with white hair says, "I took the vial and mixed it into their well just like you said. J-just like you said..."
"I believe you, good girl," Tetchta answers warmly, though his features shift ever so slightly: his eyes narrow, his eyebrows slant: a subtext of severity, danger. "You wouldn't want to become like the others, right? You know how they ended, right? Tell me. Prove to me you know what happens when you don't listen to Mother," the man pushes, his inquiries more pointed and meaningful. Aggressive, though throughout, the low warmth remains in his voice, laced between the veiled threats.
You have emoted: Another sip of a humble bottle of ebony glass, and the woman shakes her head beneath her hood. A cloaked figure glances at Tetchta behind Qelres. The woman straightens her frame, even as she subtly listens to the conversation. An audible snarl echoes from her, and her hood shifts, eliciting a clacking of bone as the clasps upon a profane cloak of ambiguity shift. She moves to open her mouth, but then closes it.
(Tells): Tetchta's psychic whisper trails through your mind, "Get me candy."
(Tells): Tetchta's psychic whisper trails through your mind, "Discreetly."
The girl shudders and frowns as blood begins to drip from every orifice across her body. The emotion clearly distressing her as she extends a single finger up into the air and slowly traces it across her neck in a symbolic gesture of death.
Tetchta has been slain by misadventure.
One moment Tetchta is there and in the next he is gone, leaving only smoldering shards of flesh and splintered bone in the place.
You divine the location of this death as Approaching a ruined structure in the Southern Tundra.
Elene
4
Re: Quotes & Misquotes: Falling Off of Bridges
This deathsight I think is hilarious /Chassity was ejected from a miner's cart at breakneck speeds. / Apparently she hit another cart that was on the same track. 
Neoma
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Re: Quotes & Misquotes: Falling Off of Bridges
This deathsight I think is hilarious /Chassity was ejected from a miner's cart at breakneck speeds. / Apparently she hit another cart that was on the same track.
Nipsy
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