An Ogre approaches the booth, clutching what appear to be shoddy, hand-made immigration documents. "Do you guys have any openings for bakers? I really hope you have openings for bakers," he declares, setting the papers on your desk. READ the PAPERS set before you to discern this immigrant's motives. You may BECKON the Ogre into the city, or DISMISS him, barring him citizenship.
This papers is written in Aetolian. You read what is written on a stack of immigration papers: /-l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l- | The Republic of Spinesreach \-l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l-
Name: Liweih Reona Drialaello Age: 47
Former Nationality: Unknown Reason for Relocation: Subjugation
Intended Duration of Stay: Indefinitely Intended Work: Prostitute
To whom it may concern, my name is Liweih Reona Drialaello. Recent setbacks have led me to choose Spinesreach as my new base of operations, in which I intend to settle down and start from the ground up. I aim to mind my own affairs, and can abide by my lifelong record of peace in the eyes of law. Sincerely, Liweih Reona Drialaello.
You pointedly say nothing at all. Eugenides ripples into existence before you. Eugenides utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
You stamp a big, fat DENIED on the Ogre fellow's papers, and push them back at him, sending him on his way. Experience Gained: 5 (Quest) [total: 2463187]
Dejected, an Ogre walks away, papers in hand, seeking refuge elsewhere. You say, "..prostitute bakers." Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "That thing? A prostitute?" Eugenides utters a deep, rumbling laugh. You grin and nod at Eugenides. Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "Odd choice for a business though. Brothel and bakery." Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "The muffin top."
Ferrik: Dear lawd. These public news posts. Eleanor: wossface the vampire basically has an extended debate with a hamburger Ferrik: The guy is like.. arguing with his plate of YEAH Ferrik: I'm like.. are you pretending to be a f[ething] food critic .. like the gloomy dark poet in the back of the restaurant. "No! You silly french fry. Stop being so pretentious. You are far too pretentious with your... your salt." Ferrik: Meanwhile the french fry goes, "Oh great wafting mouth of decrepitude. Woe is me for your breath is woeful indeed! Begone, you are not a diner in this place. Pass the salt. Kthxbai."
It's been a gradual build, almost impossible to discern at first, but Ariadne's breath has been coming slightly quicker and shallower, her hands tightening around the weapon as her movements become stiff and jerky. "And here is magical," she states in reply to your words, her own voice a breathless sort of grunt. Her shoulders hunch up higher and her head ducks even more.
Ariadne tells you, "((...that's not meant to come off as sex O.o Just re-read it))"
Ariadne tells you, "((anxiety, not sex _ Ariadne tells you, "((APPARENTLY THEY ARE SIMILAR))"
Accompanying the bestial roar is a low, sultry laughter before it stops midway. A quiet hiss of anger erupts from Chakrasul as the Goddess rises anew, whip in tow.
Go OMEI!
"Little pig, little pig, let me in, let me in. You look tasty and smell like bacon." *LICKLICKLICK*
Juxa Steelhew, Queen of Ruin ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- General: She was born on the 3rd of Khepary, year 151 of the Midnight Age. She has forfeited her position in the rankings. She is a Ruinous Power in the regime of Juxa Steelhew. She is the Queen of Ruin of the regime of Juxa Steelhew. She is a Hadionic Seeker in the Fellowship of Explorers. She is the clan head of the clan called 'Troll Pride'. (I checked, both dont exist ) She is the clan head of the clan called 'The Steelhew Regime'. She is a member of the clan called 'The Crafting Guild of Sapience'. (lols) She is entirely unwilling to take on proteges. She is a member of the Resistance against Drakkenmont. She has forcibly undergone a Rite of Unity with the Demon Blade.
Fame: She struck back at the Steelhew regime by slaying Grufin Stonehand, Juxa's adjutant. She conducted the Metacarpal Minstrels and lived to speak of the ordeal. She has delved the forgotten caverns under Mournhold and emerged with mind intact. She has repelled the massive eld swarm that dwells within the Iernian Fracture. She slew the chaos-empowered Tolonar, Prince of the Dun Valley. She has slain the Elder lava daemon. She has slain Vukub Ysin'zhu, the Ogre Baron. She has successfully solved her puzzle cube. She captured the Hearts of Darkness throughout Aetolia. She is an honorary Indyuk warrior. She forcibly wrested control of the ruling council away from a city. She has slain the empowered form of Marcello Relovec. She has killed Zsarachnor, the Vampire Lord. She has reigned as ruler of a city.
You say, "OKAY! Never done this bEfforE." You say to Kelliara, "Toast tHe newCoger." You release control over your location to the vagaries of luck, trusting your fate to its whim. With a small "pop", Kelliara disappears, replaced by Piper.
Before a ruined shrine. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Shifting in and out of phase with reality, a harlequin portal floats in the air here. A glowing golden crown bound by chains sits atop a marble pedestal here, armaments scattered about its base. With a bunch of map scrolls tucked under her arm, Tarissa, the Master Planner stands here. Doyen Kelliara is here. You see exits leading north, south, and down. Equilibrium Used: 3.50 seconds
You say, "OKAY! Never done this bEfforE." You say to Kelliara, "Toast tHe newCoger." You release control over your location to the vagaries of luck, trusting your fate to its whim. With a small "pop", Kelliara disappears, replaced by Piper.
Before a ruined shrine. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Shifting in and out of phase with reality, a harlequin portal floats in the air here. A glowing golden crown bound by chains sits atop a marble pedestal here, armaments scattered about its base. With a bunch of map scrolls tucked under her arm, Tarissa, the Master Planner stands here. Doyen Kelliara is here. You see exits leading north, south, and down. Equilibrium Used: 3.50 seconds
Anfini's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Anfini fixes Geronimo in place. H:3822 M:2877 E:18040 W:14788 S:100% Bl: 0 XP:70% [c eb] Anfini takes a long drag off his pipe. H:3822 M:2877 E:18040 W:14788 S:100% Bl: 0 XP:70% [c eb] Geronimo is violently ripped from your location by a magical summoning.
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You may BECKON the Ogre into the city, or DISMISS him, barring him citizenship.
This papers is written in Aetolian.
You read what is written on a stack of immigration papers:
/-l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l-
| The Republic of Spinesreach
\-l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l--l||l-
Name: Liweih Reona Drialaello
Age: 47
Former Nationality: Unknown
Reason for Relocation: Subjugation
Intended Duration of Stay: Indefinitely
Intended Work: Prostitute
To whom it may concern, my name is Liweih Reona Drialaello. Recent setbacks have led me to choose Spinesreach as my new base of operations, in which I intend to settle down and start from the ground up. I aim to mind my own affairs, and can abide by my lifelong record of peace in the eyes of law. Sincerely, Liweih Reona Drialaello.
You pointedly say nothing at all.
Eugenides ripples into existence before you.
Eugenides utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
You stamp a big, fat DENIED on the Ogre fellow's papers, and push them back at him, sending him on his way.
Experience Gained: 5 (Quest) [total: 2463187]
Dejected, an Ogre walks away, papers in hand, seeking refuge elsewhere.
You say, "..prostitute bakers."
Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "That thing? A prostitute?"
Eugenides utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
You grin and nod at Eugenides.
Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "Odd choice for a business though. Brothel and bakery."
Mr. Eugenides Cardinalis says, "The muffin top."
i am rapture coder
H:5221 M:3760 E:24920 W:18900 B:96% Morning [csdb eb]
(Web): Catty says, "Don't kill @Ferrik."
Ferrik: Dear lawd. These public news posts.
Eleanor: wossface the vampire basically has an extended debate with a hamburger
Ferrik: The guy is like.. arguing with his plate of YEAH
Ferrik: I'm like.. are you pretending to be a f[ething] food critic .. like the gloomy dark poet in the back of the restaurant. "No! You silly french fry. Stop being so pretentious. You are far too pretentious with your... your salt."
Ferrik: Meanwhile the french fry goes, "Oh great wafting mouth of decrepitude. Woe is me for your breath is woeful indeed! Begone, you are not a diner in this place. Pass the salt. Kthxbai."
Oh, how I died.
@Ariadne
It's been a gradual build, almost impossible to discern at first, but Ariadne's breath has been
coming slightly quicker and shallower, her hands tightening around the weapon as her movements
become stiff and jerky. "And here is magical," she states in reply to your words, her own voice a
breathless sort of grunt. Her shoulders hunch up higher and her head ducks even more.
Ariadne tells you, "((...that's not meant to come off as sex O.o Just re-read it))"
Ariadne tells you, "((anxiety, not sex _
Ariadne tells you, "((APPARENTLY THEY ARE SIMILAR))"
Accompanying the bestial roar is a low, sultry laughter before it stops midway.
A quiet hiss of anger erupts from Chakrasul as the Goddess rises anew, whip in
tow.
Go OMEI!
i am rapture coder
I wasn't at the center of the action. And I rather like the lion pic. Sue me.
go slyphe!!!!by a fried shrimp sandwich
i am rapture coder
At Outer gates
Tail poking out the window, Ferrik is awkwardly bunched up in the booth
here.
11 fingers and can't change clans on the fly!
(Tripwire System): Teani says, "My secret is I was born with 11 fingers."
(Tripwire System): Teani says, "Miss!clan switch ffc."
(Tripwire System): Teani says, "My secret is I was born with 11 fingers."
(Tripwire System): Teani says, "Seriously! I need sleep maybe?"
You say to Kelliara, "Toast tHe newCoger."
You release control over your location to the vagaries of luck, trusting your fate to its whim.
With a small "pop", Kelliara disappears, replaced by Piper.
Before a ruined shrine.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Shifting in and out of phase with reality, a harlequin portal floats in the air here. A glowing golden crown bound by chains sits atop a marble pedestal here, armaments scattered about its base. With a bunch of map scrolls tucked under her arm, Tarissa, the Master Planner stands here. Doyen Kelliara is here.
You see exits leading north, south, and down.
Equilibrium Used: 3.50 seconds
You say, "...tthhat lereq't fun, at all."
)
Anfini fixes Geronimo in place.
H:3822 M:2877 E:18040 W:14788 S:100% Bl: 0 XP:70% [c eb]
Anfini takes a long drag off his pipe.
H:3822 M:2877 E:18040 W:14788 S:100% Bl: 0 XP:70% [c eb]
Geronimo is violently ripped from your location by a magical summoning.
(Congregation): Maghak says, "Exceedingly doubtful."
@Rashar
You tell Rashar, "So touchy, brother, so touchy."
Rashar tells you, "Only trying to get fellers riled up."
Rashar tells you, "They remind me of that bar we were at, the night I met that one legged dancer.
Everybody sitting around staring into their cups."
You tell Rashar, "...I would very much enjoy meeting a one legged dancer."
@Trager : Well, that could be taken wrong.