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Mephistoles scurries in, ready to badger.
badger badger badger badger...
(Web): Kraz says, "Who's writing up Loch's participation?"
(Web): Ezalor says, "Writelog raiders Lesser: Elene, Ezalor, Kraz, Mongoro, Neytiri."
(Web): Ezalor says, "Miss anyone?"
(Web): You say, "Meeee."
(Web): Kraz says, "You're not loch? <.<."
(Web): You say, "I'm spirean, same difference."
(Web): You say, "We should just merge our cities into one mega one."
(Web): You say, "We're halfway there."
(Web): Kraz says, "I thought that was what Iosyne's order was for."
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It's funny cuz it's truuuueee.
(The Peanut Gallery): @Meltas says, "You have a piano?"
(The Peanut Gallery): You say, "Yeah. In the institute."
(The Peanut Gallery): Meltas says, "Oooh."
(The Peanut Gallery): You say, "To the southeast."
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/a79a9e34
Abhorash says, "Ve'kahi has proved that even bastards can earn their place."
A clarion blast sounds as the forces of Saluria march upon Ciem, attempting to claim the Citadel.
(Bloodloch): Daegon says, "Are we going to stop them?"
Advance Scout Yaotl shouts, "There's no escape this time Kroz, we've prepared wards to throw you from the Citadel once and for all. There's nothing you can hope to do except die!"
But in the OOC clan, people didn't really know what to do.
14. Lyl: "CIEM STARTED - check CIEM STATUS."
15. Tina: "That's new."
16. Moirean: "Sounds like a special ciem thing."
17. Daegon: "It is."
18. Ezalor: "Come halp."
19. Tina: "Not sure how to remove them."
20. Moirean: "Try the EMOTE skill."
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You yell, "Capture one of the invaders! Make them talk!"
You say to Ezalor, "Restrain them!"
You point accusingly at a spirit-bonded, red wyvern.
A spirit-bonded, red wyvern looks up curiously.
Ezalor flings a hangedman card at the wyvern.
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You move over to block the north exit.
You say, "Block the exits!"
Riluo moves over to block the south exit.
Solaria moves over to block the south exit.
Lyl uses Enchantment Icewall.
Lyl points an icy silver sceptre north, summoning forth an impressive wall of ice across the exit.
Lyl uses Enchantment Icewall.
Lyl points an icy silver sceptre south, summoning forth an impressive wall of ice across the exit.
Ishin moves in behind the archer, reaching over to strike it brutally on the back of the head in hopes of knocking it out.
With a quick surveillance around him, a Tsol'aan archer sprints northward.
(Web): You say, "Hax."
(Web): Solaria says, "Indeed."
(Web): Ishin says, "Total hax man."
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Frowning, you say to Ishin, "Do Syssin things. Hog-tie one."
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Ezalor flings hangedman and eclipse cards EVERYWHERE.
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Yettave says, "Daru."
A crimson Horkvali Daru swings his hand in a chopping motion, connecting painfully with the neck of a cloaked figure.
(Tells|Solaria): Solaria tells you, "We need to capture one of the troops in the assault and try to get information."
You say, "To daru (fiercely) STAND DOWN! We will slaughter you!"
You say, "...why you die."
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You have emoted: Moirean shouts very loudly at the ward, "GO AWAY."
Ezalor begins to scrub in an attempt to remove the dirt from his body.
You have emoted: Moirean brandishes her halberd menacingly, accompanying her words with a flourish of her weapon. "SHOO!" she threatens the ward. "SHOO BEFORE I EXPLODE YOU!"
The decaying hands retreat back into the comfort of the earth.
You have emoted: Moirean stares pointedly at the space the gravehands just occupied.
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Clearly a woodcrafted masterpiece of dark worship, this predominantly black totem radiates an uneasy feeling. It has been cut hollow, the top of its head lidded and easily opened and closed by anyone, such a thing seeming to be begging for its wooden frame to be filled with some liquid. Two eyes sit over a solemn mouth and the lack of any other facial features, seeming to be crafted of some sort of blood-red gems, but their eerily sentient glows speak another story entirely.
It weighs about 20 pound(s).
A painted demonic totem is holding:
Nothing.
(Web): You say, "Hey come put blood in this totem."
Riluo slides the blade of a jewel-encrusted sacrificial dagger over the palms of his hands, opening thin wounds that begin to trickle blood.
You put a capped vial of unidentifiable blood into a painted demonic totem.
Ezalor empties out a phial of the sanguine on top of a painted demonic totem, covering it in blood.
A cloaked figure places a still bleeding hand upon the totem.
Ezalor empties out a phial of the sanguine on top of a painted demonic totem, covering it in blood.
Riluo empties out a phial of the sanguine on top of a painted demonic totem, covering it in blood.
Solaria covers her eyes and lets out a screech.
On footfalls nearly unheard, a lithe Tsol'aan archer dashes in.
You have emoted: Solaria calls for her mare, letting her hands finally fall away from her ears
before she clambers atop it.
You narrow your eyes at a lithe Tsol'aan archer.
You have emoted: Solaria jumps off her mare and tackles the archer.
A lithe Tsol'aan archer says, "Fight me you coward."
You have emoted: Solaria wraps her arms around the neck of the archer from behind, "You just shut up
and sit tight."
You see a lithe Tsol'aan archer yell, "Your end is nearly here, dead flesh scum!"
You have emoted: Solaria pulls her arm backwards against the throat of the archer, growling out,
"Tell us how to get rid of the wards. NOW."
Ezalor slaps a lithe Tsol'aan archer with a resounding smack.
A lithe Tsol'aan archer squeaks slightly, going limp for a second in response, before instincts kick
in and he begins to thrash.
Mazzion says to a lithe Tsol'aan archer, "BOOM."
etc, etc.
(Spirean Hunters): You say, "Remind me to hose out the barracks."
(Spirean Hunters): Rashar says, "Rofl, I don't live in the barracks."
(Spirean Hunters): Trager says, "Man we need to legit treat taht shit like barracks."
(Spirean Hunters): Trager says, "And hold stripper parties and orgy's inside."
Channing has escaped Slaver's Isle and entered the realm of Aetolia.
Channing has joined the Carnifex in the introduction.
Ask and ye shall receive, apparently.
Ezrax says, "And I *rarely* get proven wrong."
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
(Tells|Eugenides): From an unseen place, Eugenides communicates to you, "Any reason the forest creatures would spring to the defence of each other?"
(Tells|Eugenides): You tell Eugenides, "Perhaps you made them angry. If you skin a bear, I hear it angers all bears. They are friends and whatnot."
(Tells|Eugenides): From an unseen place, Eugenides communicates to you, "But even the duckling?"
(Tells|Eugenides): You tell Eugenides, "Especially the duckling."
(Tells|Eugenides): From an unseen place, Eugenides communicates to you, "Fair enough."
Chakrasul takes a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette.
The final part of Chakrasul's cigarette burns away to ash.
Olethea says to Chakrasul, "You smoke, m'Lady?"
Frowning as the remnants of Her cigarette burns away to ash, Chakrasul says, "No, dear, I sometimes inhale the smoke from the little thing, then blow it out for the comical endeavor."
It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. Rashar is here, shrouded. He wields a jewel-encrusted buckler in his left hand and a dark flame-tongue whip in his right.
Rashar inspects his surroundings and expresses his opinion with an unimpressed "tch."
You bop Rashar over the head with your fist.
You see Rashar shout, "Hey, fellers."
You roll your eyes.
You see Rashar shout, "I demand satisfaction."
An imposing Luminary enters with purpose from the southwest.
An imposing Luminary sends a massive bolt of energy at Rashar, who cries in agony.
You stare implacably at an imposing Luminary.
An imposing Luminary sends streams of energy at Rashar, making him appear more vulnerable.
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Enorian hates Rashar THAT much.
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "I wish they'd kill each other and get it over with."
(Tells|*): You tell *, "That was why I tried locking them in the Ironmaw. No luck there."
(Tells|*): You tell *, "Maybe they will kiss and sort it out, eventually."
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "Ewwwwww...."
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "I know kids don't work that way, but could you imagine the disposition of that hellspawn?"
(Tells|*): You tell *, "It would probably be too full of piss and venom to move."
(Tells|*): You tell *, "We could strap armor on it, though, and roll it towards enemies. Good anti-siege device."
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "Pahahahaha! Made entirely of teeth and venom and hate."
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "It might be explosive, to be honest."
(Tells|*): You tell *, "Spinesreach's ultimate defence mechanism."
(Tells|*): From an unseen place, * communicates to you, "A force to be reckoned with."
Clearly drained by his nimble maneuvers, Kaestrin appears to slow down somewhat, breathing heavily.
Current event: Survivor Next wave in: 166
Player Health/Mana Location
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Raeche 5800/5800H 6581/6581M Up against a wall of thorns
Joul 4911/5734H 4333/4888M On the banks of the Modi River
Jayce 1775/6400H 3379/4830M On the banks of the Modi River
Trager 6803/7717H 4648/4648M Arena path
Jami 5600/6622H 4276/4756M Edge of Grove of Valor
Leau 4810/4810H 4471/4471M Up against a wall of thorns
Yarel 10120/8096H 4972/4972M Up against a wall of thorns
Neytiri 5854/5854H 4300/4300M Up against a wall of thorns
Daegon 5617/5617H 4888/4888M Up against a wall of thorns
Aarbrok 6886/6886H 5066/5066M Up against a wall of thorns
Difficulty: IMPOSSIBLE Wave #: 3
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You say, in a feral tongue, "Wow."
A momentary cyclone of shimmering sand pillars into the height of a person,
before widening and dissipating into the air, leaving nothing but Ere, the
Celebrant behind.
Ere gives a delicious cookie to you.
Ere gives a delicious cookie to you.
You beam broadly at Ere.
You say, in a feral tongue, "Thank you."
Cronides bows respectfully to Ere.
The Celebrant's form pops into thousands of motes of light, their energy sparkling away into nothingness.
Kaestrin inclines his head politely to those around him.
You quickly devour a delicious cookie.
The corners of Ianea's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
You have emoted: Meyvitch's tail swishes back and forth a few times.
Cronides Ta'sa, the Procurer says, "Ooh cookies."
You have emoted: Meyvitch sniffs about, then licks up all the crumbs.
You quickly devour a delicious cookie.
Glancing sidelong at you, Cronides turns green with jealousy.
You say, in a feral tongue, "I got tromped, but a lot of them are succeeding."
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
A delicious cookie comes falling down from above and shatters on impact.
Cronides Ta'sa, the Procurer says, "You have a cookie."
You cannot pick up a delicious cookie.
Cronides runs around madly, flapping his arms in a blind panic.
You peer about yourself suspiciously.
Ere, the Celebrant yells, "Let it rain!"
Ianea blinks.
Cronides Ta'sa, the Procurer says, "I asked Ere for cookies...I think she took me literally."
You say, in a feral tongue, "Cookie rain!"
You see Cronides yell, "Cookie rain is...tasty!"
Toz lightly pokes at your stomach, nodding to you. "Yes, I do," he says, not bothering to deny it. He sits up a bit straighter, adding on as he nudges your back lightly, "Though trouble is, perhaps, part of your charm." There's a pause, then he adds, "What do we do when I need to go, I wonder?"
You have emoted: Moirean frowns, asking, "Go? Where?"
Toz says to you, "To rest, eventually."
You have emoted: "I don't understand," Moirean says. "What do you mean do?"
In Skype:
Me: "I don't get what you mean."
Toz: "You're laying cuddled with her, he can't leave."
Aldric: "JUST THROW HER OUT THE WINDOW."
Toz says to you, "...You have to get up at some point, is what I'm getting at."
Toz DEFENESTRATES.
You wrinkle your nose in distaste.
You say to Toz, "Your haven. Is. Disgusting."
You beckon Toz to you.
You snap your fingers in front of Toz.
You say, in Imp, "Bye!"
You beam broadly at Toz.
You say, in Imp, "Bye!"
You give Toz a peck on the cheek.
You tug on Toz, trying to get his attention.
You tug on Toz, trying to get his attention.
You tug on Toz, trying to get his attention.
You tug on Toz, trying to get his attention.
Toz tilts his head curiously.
(Spinesreach): The town crier says, "We're looking for new Research and Trade ministers. Review CHELP MINISTRIES for information on the job and how to apply."
You beam broadly at Toz.
You raise your hand in greeting to Toz and say "Hi!"
You skip merrily in circles about Toz.
You skip merrily in circles about Toz.
You pat Toz in a friendly manner.
You gnaw anxiously on Toz.
You bite Toz quite hard.
You giggle happily at Toz.
You grab Toz and sweep him around and around in a joyful dance.
Moving ever closer to Toz, you raise your hands above your head and gyrate your hips and stomach in a seductive belly-dance.
You tickle Toz mercilessly.
You wiggle your hips toward Toz suggestively.
You look at Toz and lick your lips.
You nibble lightly on Toz.
You poke at Toz pointedly.
You tug on Toz, trying to get his attention.
You twirl Toz in a circle in front of you.
With utter disregard for precedent and procedure, you reach out and claim Toz with a declaration of "Yoink."
You thrum Toz nimbly with your fingers.
You snuffle softly at Toz.
Cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand, you softly press your lips to Toz's, holding him close for but an instant.
"Wow!" you exclaim at Toz in surprise.
Taking Toz into your arms, you gaze deep into his eyes as you lead him in a slow, romantic dance.
You shine Toz's shoes. He must have earned it.
Cupping Toz's cheek, you lean and tenderly kiss his lips.
You stare at Toz, tapping your foot with mild impatience.
"Tee hee!" you giggle elatedly at Toz.
Casting a side-glance at Toz, you grin wickedly.
You rings the bells at you.
You cannot pluck that.
You clamber onto Toz for a piggyback ride.
You pinch Toz's cheek for being so terribly cute.
You pinch Toz tentatively on the behind, testing for firmness.
You gaze deep into Toz's eyes, then wrap your arms around him in a passionate kiss.
You paw gently at Toz and emit a sexy little "rowr" at him as you grin widely and gaze at him lasciviously.
With a patronizing grin, you ruffle Toz's hair with one hand.
You rap your knuckles on Toz a few times.
"Do you think I should get a dog?" you ask Toz.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
You rush over to Toz and launch a barrage of blows, but they seem to have no effect.
You slobber and drool on Toz in rapt adoration.
You give Toz a peck on the cheek.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
Confident in your skills of seduction, you slide up beside Toz and put your best moves on him.
You raise an eyebrow at Toz.
You reach out and pinch Toz in the arm with all your might.
You reach out and pat Toz on the bottom fondly.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
Toz stares at you, obviously lost in nostalgic memory.
You stare implacably at Toz.
You have emoted: Moirean pokes yer fucking eyes out.
A basking Xorali man yells, "Gwenith has barged into the men's area! Please, guards, do something!"
Lasotha, the sentry mother calls, "We have better things to do. Besides, you know you like it."
Don't bother covering up boys... giggity.
Politics
Akaryuterra: "Isn't that what country is about? Losing your dog, losing your girlfriend, losing your car, etc?"
Trager: "Yes. Yes it is."
Aarbrok: "Also a dusty road...and a truck."
Aryanne: "You lose all those as they're hit by a truck, on a dusty road."
Trager: "At a bonfire."
Aarbrok: "Then you put your feet in the sand, move to the beach...theres a fire and margaritas."
Aryanne: "And they go to heaven, you think. But you're not 100% sure."
Trager: "Where the corn rows gro-gro-ow-ow."
Aarbrok: "And you become Jimmy Buffet."
You see the following people here:
Moirean, Trager
The Sect challenge has been accepted!
You just received message #26556 from Trager.
Message #26556 Sent By: Trager Received On: 9/02/2014/4:58
"//...fuck."
You see the following people here:
Moirean
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Dat RP.
(Research): Trager says, "Mis."
(Research): You say, "I was hoping it was literotica. Trager, you've let me down twice now in one hour."
(Research): Trager says, "Hgnhh, I'm coming!"
(Research): Trager says, "...unicorns."
(Research): You say, "That's what I said."
(Research): Kraz says, "...again?"
(Research): Leau says, "How dare you let Moirean down Trager!"
(Research): Trager says, "For shame, I know."
(Research): Kraz says, "She's used to disappointment <.<."
(Research): Trager says, "/flips table."
(Web): Daegon says, "What if everytime you got annoyed it was like having an orgasm."
(Web): Solaria says, "O.o."
(Web): Solaria says, "I'm done with you."
(Web): Daegon says, ":O."
(Web): Daegon says, "Fine, if that's the way it's gonna be."
(Web): Daegon says, "Then I'll just go annoy myself."
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
(Spirean Hunters): Jensen says, "Navels suck to peel."