A few of the y'Kaliath members of Lusternia decided it would be in our best interest to log our RP sessions and have an easy place to access those logs. Most of you won't even be interested, but it's main purpose is to view each others character's progress through out the game. If one member got married, had a child or watched their best friend die, listening to their character talk about these events just isn't good enough. We want to witness it god damnit!

I would also like to see other families do the same in the future. I enjoy reading RP logs from other players, gives more flavor to the world we play in if we have an idea what's going on in the other communes or cities.

Alright guys, this is me attempting to pursued Vhaas in marrying Kiriwe. It didn't go well at all. Grig's still learning how to influence other people over, so Som you have to teach him your Fainite ways sometime.



Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says to you, "Hail, sir..."

You say to Vhaas, "Hello, Vhaas."

Sha greets you with a sincere smile.

Vhaas inclines his head politely to Sha.

You say to Vhaas, "Please, make yourself comfortable among one of the many
chairs."

You say to Sha, "Lady Sha, a pleasure."

Vhaas sits himself down on a finely wrought mahogany chair and makes himself comfortable.

Grigoloth nods his head respectfully.

Vhaas nods his head.

You sit yourself down on a finely wrought mahogany chair and make yourself comfortable.

Sha, the Infernal Muse says, "Sorry there is not much stocked.. I can make something if you need it though."

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way lets his hands rest in his lap.

You say to Vhaas, "How are you enjoying Magnagora, so far Vhaas?"

Exotic, heady fragrances of pungent cinnamon and myrrh tickle your senses, mixing with a slick, oily aroma.

You say to Sha, "My appetite is complete for the moment Lady Sha, but thank you for the kind gesture."

In a curious tone, Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way asks, "Enjoying it, sir?"

Vhaas pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.

You say to Vhaas, "The city, the people. Just a general question really."

Grigoloth folds his arms to his front, nodding agreeably to himself.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says to you, "My training has been quick, I have no complaints, not that they are my right."

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way folds his hands together.

You say to Vhaas, "Excellent. It pleases the engine to have one take such pride on developing their skills."

Vhaas nods solemnly.

Grigoloth licks his teeth, grinning.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way asks you, "...May I be of service to the Engine, sir?"

You say to Vhaas, "I am sure the families of Magnagora have been clawing at your hide. They seem to enjoy fresh, eager flesh."

Vhaas tilts his head curiously.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way asks, "Er, families?"

Vhaas shakes his head at you.

Peering at you curiously, you say to Vhaas, "The families of Magnagora. They take able men as son's of their own."

You say to Vhaas, "You have yet to be approached?"

Exotic, heady fragrances of pungent cinnamon and myrrh tickle your senses, mixing with a slick, oily aroma.

Sha ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Shaking his head, Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says, "I keep to the shadows sir. They are my family, my mother the moon and father darkness."

Grigoloth's leathery lips curl themselves into a devilish grin as he nods.

You say to Vhaas, "You see, I have a neice......"

Grigoloth's voice trails off as he continues.

'Oh?' Vhaas exclaims quizzically at you.

You say to Vhaas, "We are searching for a suited suitor to wed her."

The beautiful yet mournful, stirring notes of a violin solo reach you, at first a molto crescendo to a subtle intensity before being joined by a second, and then a third, eventually fading from your hearing entirely.

Looking down at his folded arms, you say to Vhaas, "Able men have been scarce lately."

say to vhaas And it is against my will to allow just any man to pierce her nimble flesh, no matter how willing she is."

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way nods as the red hue of his cheeks grows evident.

Grigoloth grunts softly.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sha's lips.

You say to Vhaas, "You can understand my posistion on this, I hope."

Vhaas nods his head affirmatively at you.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says to you, "I believe I do, sir..."

You say to Vhaas, "You have showed nothing but respect since I first spoke with you. A trait my family holds in high regard."

Sinister ritual chanting echoes faintly from afar, as shadowy, cloaked figures slip across the corner of your eye.

You say to Vhaas, "So when it was spoken for me to complete my duties, your name came to my mind."

After a long moment, Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says, "...I am honored that you would look upon me with such favor, sir."

Grigoloth bites his lower lip, nodding at Vhaas sincerely.

You say to Vhaas, "It is well earned, Vhaas."

Exhaling a hot blast of steam, clanking pipes shake violently to life before stilling once more.

You say to Vhaas, "My neice is Kiriwe Y'Kaliath, if you wish to know more of my proposal."

Vhaas ponders the situation.

You say to Vhaas, "If you do not, feel free to decline and there will be no wrong doings here."

Showing that he understands, Vhaas nods his head slowly.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way says to you, "If this is the offer I suspect, I must respectfully decline. I am but a servant of the empire and apprentice of my path, in no position to accept such an honour."

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way nods once.

Grigoloth closes his eyes slowly, letting forth a steady stream of wind from his dry throat.

The acrid stench of burning ozone permeates the air as the great engines of industry and planar science march ever forward.

You say to Vhaas, "This is why you are perfect, Vhaas. But noneless, I must respect your wishes."

You say to Vhaas, "Your servitude towards the Engine is noted, Vhaas."

Bowing his head humbly, Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way asks, "Do you ask anything else of me, sir?"

You say to Vhaas, "I only ask from you is to serve Magnagora, and present yourself in the mannor in which you have done so since we first met."

Grigoloth slowly rises from the chair, disapointment vealing his rugged yet youthful features.

You get up off a finely wrought mahogany chair.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way gives a resolute nod and responds politely, "Of course, liege."

Vhaas gets up off a finely wrought mahogany chair.

You say to Vhaas, "You are dismissed, Vhaas. Serve well, and thank you for your time."

Vhaas bows respectfully to you.

Vhaas bows respectfully to Sha.

The Wailing Woman Inn.
The infamous Wailing Woman Inn has served Magnagorans for generations and has
become a landmark of sorts for all manner of mercenaries, adventurers and
riff-raff to guarantee contracts, post bounties or engage upon smuggling runs
for their wealthy clients. The main bar forms an island at the centre of this
dingy, badly-lit room, where for exhorbitant prices, one can obtain virtually
anything the heart desires, whether over or under the counter. At the far end of
the lounge area, a fire is kept burning in a gigantic fireplace -a welcome sight
after traversing Magnagora's heavily polluted and wind-swept streets. An overly
large sign has been nailed above the bar itself -'The Wailing Woman. Est. 19
C.E.' carved in florid bas-relief style. A sleek tapestry of liquid silks hangs
along the wall, starkly depicting a gruesome battle beneath an alien sky. A
small onyx and marble table crouches here. A sinuous divan couch rests here,
gleaming with silver embroidery. There are 3 finely wrought mahogany chairs
here. A drunk man is here, soaked in spilled liquors. A sign here suggests you
READ SIGN! Sha is here, smiling faintly. She wields an eerie bloodstone lyre in
her left hand. She is surrounded by one reflection of herself. You see a sign
here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading east (open door), southwest, northwest, up, down (closed
door), and in.

Sha flashes Vhaas a joyous smile.

Mukyu Vhaas, Apprentice of the Way steps back into the shadows near the door.

Ha Ha This one of my favorites. Kiriwe did an awesome job and thank Kiriwe for cleaning this log up, it had -ALOT- of spam. This is what happens when two teenagers haven't had the birds and the bee's talk yet Som and Daed so get on it and for God's sake rent a room!

A calming veranda.
Daedalion is here, spooned up behind Somaria.
You see exits leading north (closed door), and east.

You ponder the situation.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.



Centre of the Necropolis.
Rubescent lambency emits from amidst crimson petals of the weeping amaranth
suspended from a magnificent gemwork chandelier. Rising up from cracks in the
floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with
its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted
presence. A painting of Supreme Master Luciphage is proudly exhibited on a
nearby wall. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to
Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres.
Nepthysia is here, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She wields a golden heart in
her left hand and a bloody symbol of pain in her right. Urth Quilis, Instrument
of the Fates is here. Apprentice Geius is here. He wields a twisted staff in his
left hand. Lord Fist Romero, Forked Tongue of the Masque is here. He wields a
damning symbol of domination in his left hand and a wyrm emblazoned shield in
his right. Archmage Jigan, the Crimson Brook is here. He wields a twisted staff
in his left hand. Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion is here. He wields an
ancestral klangaxe with both hands.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

You beam broadly at Grigoloth.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Hello, Kiriwe."

You say to Grigoloth, "Hiya Grig!"

You ponder the situation.

You say to Grigoloth, "Are you busy?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I am not at the moment. What do you need?"

You say, "I want to try something."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion folds his hands neatly to his front, smiling softly.

You beckon to Grigoloth.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Interesting. Very well."

Grigoloth begins to follow you.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.



Steps below the city.
You see exits leading north and up.

You say, "I saw Gramps and Grandmama doing this."

You wrap Grigoloth in your arms from behind and snuggle up against him comfortably.

Curiously looking into your eyes, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "What does it mean, Kiriwe?"

You say to Grigoloth, "I don't know, but I like it."

You have emoted: Kiriwe leans your head against your back.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "It is quite pleasant, isn't it?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe tightens her grip on you slightly. "Mmhm."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Are we allowed to do this, Kiriwe?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe lets go of you reluctantly. "What do you mean?"

You scoff arrogantly.

You say, "I'm totally a grown up."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I felt bad when my Mother spanked you."

You have emoted: Kiriwe wrinkles herr nose and puffs out herr cheeks. "I don't want to think about that."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion lowers his head softly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion fumbles with his fingers, staring blankly across the room.

Softly, you say, "I only want to think about happy things when I'm around you."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "What makes you happy, Kiriwe?"

You murmur softly to yourself.



You have emoted: Kiriwe tugs on your hand gently, looking up into your face. "What about you, what do you want?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I'm not sure. I just do what I'm told. I guess that makes me happy.... sometimes."

You have emoted: Kiriwe furrows her brow and pouts her lips.

You say, "What do you want?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion shrugs his shoulders slightly, wiping the smeared blood from his cheek.

Looking up with thought, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I don't know, Kiriwe. No one has ever asked me that before."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I just cut things. Once they are cut, things fall out of them. I don't know, I thought maybe that's all there was."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I do feel something when I am with certain people, but I don't know how to explain them."

You look up at Grigoloth curiously.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion clears his throat, pondering thoughtfully.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Well, with Mother for example. I feel fear, then a nice feeling. It makes me warm sometimes, but when she beats me I feel cold and tired."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "And with Father."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I feel a resentment and no understanding for him, like he keeps me around to please Mother."

You have emoted: Kiriwe's eyes widen slightly, but says nothing.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "With you, you make me want to protect you. When I see you hurt, it makes me sad."

You smile softly at Grigoloth.

Raflein has died to the holy power of a war shrine of Fain.

(Magnagora): Romero (from the Tainted Plane of Nil) says, "Demon Lords are under attack."

(Magnagora): Iytha (from the Tainted Plane of Nil) says, "Which one?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I must go, I'm afraid."

(Magnagora): Romero (from the Tainted Plane of Nil) says, "Nifilhema."

You nod your head sagely.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I am being beckoned through telepathy."

You nod your head emphatically.

Telperion has been cut down by Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty.

You give Grigoloth a peck on the cheek.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion places his lips gently upon your brow, nuzzling his cheek softly against the side of your face.

Grigoloth leaves to the up.

You smile softly.

You flit about happily.

I thought I told you that your incestuous ways weren't allowed to leak!

It's too late. The secret is out!

Osnap. I suppose I will have to have some good ol' disowned and hatin' RP with yall.

You weren't disowned, you left of your own will.

I'll just stick in the link to the log of Iwiertas and Mihewi's wedding instead of copying the whole thing again.

The Wedding of Iwiertas and Mihewi y'Kaliath

Well, yes, by disowned, I meant that the family were the disowned ones. >_>

The basin is one big room! You voyeurs just make it all more interesting.

A log for Sadhyra, mostly. Sentimental value to me, which makes me miss her every time I fuggin read it.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest stretches languidly, brushing her hair back from her face. "A fitting bed, for once," she says in sleepy admiration.

Thoughtfully, you ask Sadhyra, "How does one go without?"

You say to Sadhyra, "Come, dear."

Pouting, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "The couches in my guildhall."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

You say, "Those can't possibly be comfortable."



You give Daedalion a peck on the cheek.

You sit yourself down on a long black leather couch and make yourself comfortable.

You ask Sadhyra, "Have a seat, hm?"

You ask Daedalion, "That's the one, aye?"

Arrogantly, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "I'm sure I'll have my own estate in time. Or else my parents will find me and I'll have splendor. Either way.."

Thoughtfully, you say to Sadhyra, "Or you could simply be a twit with a bigger head than she's capable of holding up."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest pointedly ignores the remark, glancing around the room.

With a smirk, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says, "Quite a nice attitude you have."

You tell Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning, "She's not Nekotai, has an obviously proper upbringing.."

You ask Daedalion, "I missed something?"

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to you, "Not really."

Daedalion shrugs helplessly.

With a slight smile, you say, "As you say, dearest."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "The Lord asked why I am here." Turning to gaze at you, she blandly adds, "A pertinent question, I believe, for both he and I to have answered."

You have emoted: Somaria turns her gaze to Daedalion in question, notioning once to Sadhyra with a pleading glint in her eyes.

Daedalion gives a pained sigh.

Shaking his head slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning sighs, "Why must I talk to it.."

You say to Daedalion, "I shall, this time."

You tap your nose knowingly.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest pouts petulantly. "I can hear you, you know," she says in a sulky voice.

You say to Sadhyra, "Perhaps in my husbands observations, and my short ones, we suspect you to be our's."

Sadhyra blinks.

Warily, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "As in...your's for the killing?"

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest backs up slightly in the chair, jutting her chin out and squaring her shoulders. "Your husband already did that," she says stiffly.

With a grin, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says, "Only if you scream first."

Shortly, you say, "Don't act too confused, child, it's unbecoming. Our's as in our child. Our offsp-."

You give Daedalion the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Turning back to the matter at hand, you say, "Our's."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest furrows her brow in confusion, one hand straying to her hair to unconsciously tug at a curled lock. "But...I'm elfen..." she says slowly.

Hesitantly, you say, "As I was born. Elfen."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest widens her eyes, staring at you as if reassessing her. "Were you, really?" she breathes, her gaze darting sideways to drink in the elegant surroundings.

With a great sigh, you say, "Aye, when I was a Moondancer in Serenwilde. A bit of a boring and long story, really."

Relaxing slightly, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "And you think I'm your..." Hesitating, she stumbles over the word. "Daughter?"

With another smirk, you say to Daedalion, "I think she's starting to listen now."

Thoughtfully, you say to Sadhyra, "Those who may be related to me by blood are something I rarely joke about."

With a frown, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "If I am your's...why did you lose me!"

Pointedly, you say to Sadhyra, "I had no choice."

Sadhyra tilts her head curiously.

Irritably, you say, "It would suffice to leave it at that until I am ready to explain it more in detail."

Showing that she understands, Sadhyra nods her head slowly.

You lower the hood on aristocratic robes of pearly angelskin lined with vermillion silk.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest chews on her lip thoughtfully, her eyes taking on a slightly calculating gleam. "So..." she slowly asks. "I really AM noble?"

Narrowing her eyes almost threateningly, you say to Sadhyra, "Nobility does not always accompany arrogance."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest bounces suddenly in her seat, letting out a triumphant crow. "I told them!" she says loudly, a fierce grin on her face. "I told them! Wait'll I tell Cly-" Breaking off, she blinks, her expression falling.

In confusion, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "Wait...does that mean...he's my...brother?"

You say, "If he proves worth my time, as I said."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest slumps back, pouting, giving a reluctant nod.

You smile impishly and say, "Not by blood, mind you. Simply a stray my husband and I were thinking of turning into a house pet."

Her face lighting up as she smiles slyly, Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "Sisters are allowed to pick on their brothers, right?"

Comprehension flashes across Sadhyra's face.

Sadhyra nods her head emphatically.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "He makes a good pet."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest shifts her eyes, choking back a hiccuping giggle.

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning lifts a hand to brush the hair from his face, his mouth widening as a slight yawn escapes him.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest blows Daedalion a sarcastic kiss. "It seems I'm boring...daddy..." Her voice lingers on the final word, oddly managing to mingle affection with a taunt.

With an elaborate shrug, you say to Sadhyra, "He's hard to entertain."

Sadhyra hides a grin behind her hand.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says, "Clearly."

You say to Sadhyra, "But we love him none the less."

You give Daedalion a peck on the cheek.

Daedalion shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest says to you, "Does his soul usually wander away during conversations? Or am I just especially dull?"

You say to Sadhyra, "You aren't too dull."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

Sadhyra giggles happily.

Glancing upward in thought, you say to Sadhyra, "You know, there are some ground rules we should discuss."

You say to Sadhyra, "Though you've every right to refuse our offer."

Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest bounces faintly in the chair, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Of course," she says in a rushed voice. "Rules are fair, and why would I ignore my parents - I've been waiting for them! For...you!"

Shifting his eyes suspiciously, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to you, "She's getting a tad bit strange.. perhaps we should tie her to the chair."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest exhales sharply, smoothing her skirts out and sitting more still. "I am," she says in a restrained, more decorous tone. "You two feel...right..."

Nodding politely, you say, "Well then. The first, is that your father was quite afraid you'd be... unmanagable."

You ask Daedalion, "Explain to her?"

Scratching his head in confusion, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning asks you, "Explain what?"

With a slight roll of her eyes, you say, "Why you thought she'd be unmanagable."

Jestingly, you say to Daedalion, "Keep up, darling, really."

With a smirk, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to you, "Obviously because she's rude and arrogant. Then again, I suppose if we beat her enough she'll calm down."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest blinks, shrinking away slightly. "Beat?!" she echoes, her voice rising in alarm.

Waving her hand, you say to Sadhyra, "He jests."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest lets out a long breath, nodding slowly. "Beatings are...not ideal..." she says, almost meekly.

With a calculated tone, you ask, "Then let's not earn any?"

With a wry smile, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Sadhyra, "But they are entertaining."

You nod your head at Daedalion, showing your acceptance.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest gulps loudly, with an audible swallow. "I won't earn any," she promises, her eyes wide and solemn.

You say to Sadhyra, "In two months time, if our other daughter does not awaken, we will begin consideration."

You say to Daedalion, "I've high hopes for her, I think."

Sadhyra y'Kaliath, Thrum of the Forest sweeps into a deep curtsey, rising with a broad smile. "I should get back to the beaches," she says with a blush. "Thank you both."

You say to Sadhyra, "Ah, right, right."

Sadhyra follows you east.
A time-haunted foyer.
Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A platinum eye sigil is here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Miles, servant of the Mist resides here, regarding you thoughtfully.
You see exits leading east, west, up, and out (closed door).
Miles, servant of the Mist says, "Hail, Lady of the Mists."
Miles, servant of the Mist bows respectfully to you.

You say to Miles, servant of the Mist, "Go.. clean something."

With a slight nod to himself, Miles, steps quietly to the up.

Sadhyra giggles happily.

That one that Grig posted was the first log for these two young ones. In this one, they spend some more quality time together, picking weeds.



Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion smiles at you.

You smile softly at Grigoloth.

Centre of the Necropolis.
Rubescent lambency emits from amidst crimson petals of the weeping amaranth
suspended from a magnificent gemwork chandelier. Rising up from cracks in the
floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with
its foul fumes. A painting of Supreme Master Luciphage is proudly exhibited on a
nearby wall. There are 2 wights here. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance
around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the
planispheres. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted
presence. Wrapped in billowing black robes, an illithoid reaver waits,
motionless. Grunt Vladris, Ur'Guard Initiate is here. He wields a steel claymore
with both hands. Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion is here. He wields an
ancestral klangaxe with both hands. Kyvus, Devious Dramaturge is here, shrouded.
He wields an elegant jet black viola in his left hand.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

You say to Grigoloth, "I'm bored..."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Where shall we venture off to
now, Kiriwe? Hunting, see some family?"

You ponder the situation.

You ask, "Didn't you say Grandmama had some chores for us to do?"

Grigoloth gives Esano a respectful salute.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Ah yes."



A desolate field.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Bound tightly
by a red cord, a fine scroll lies here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion is
here. He wields an ancestral klangaxe with both hands.
You see a single exit leading west.

Grigoloth suddenly scoops up an official-looking scroll.

You look up curiously.

You ask Grigoloth, "What's that?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "It speaks of Jagrerox."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Who's that?"

You ask, "Can I see, please?"

You say, "That's the Voice of Jagrerox, he's in my guildhall."

Grigoloth gives an official-looking scroll to you.

You have emoted: Kiriwe glances over the contents of the scroll.

You say, "It's about the Cacophony."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I see."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion thinks to himself.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion looks towards the ground.

You look up curiously.

You ask, "So, what does Grandmama want us to do?"

Going down on one knee, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I think she said something about picking weeds from here."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion grabs onto a scraggly piece of foilage, ripping it from the ground.

You have emoted: Kiriwe squats down in an ungainly manner, her long limbed legs causing her position to be remniscent of a frog.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says, "Now, where to put it...."

You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion tosses a piece of scraggly foilage at you, hitting you on the head!

You quickly duck down.

You say, "Drat, too late!"

You have emoted: Kiriwe tries to wipe dirt from her face, but only manages to smear it across her cheeks.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "That looks as good as spot as any. What do you think, Kiriwe."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion grins playfully.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion brushes his hands together, chuckling.

You have emoted: Kiriwe digs her nimble fingers into the ground, unearthing another weed. She swiftly lobs it at your head, but misses by a lot.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion follows the flying debris with his head.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Kiriwe!"

You stick out your tongue and say, "Hee."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Who taught you to throw so.....
haggishly?"

You say to Grigoloth, "Nobody. I taught myself!"

Furrowing her brow slightly in consternation, you say, "Wait, what does
haggishly mean?"

Shaking his head, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "No Y'Kaliath will be caught dead throwing like that. Here, let me help you."

You have emoted: Kiriwe rocks back on her haunches, her knees splayed in
opposite directions in a rather unladylike manner.

Climbing back onto his feet, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I heard Mother say it once, I think it means no good."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Slowly, you say, "I don't want to be haggish, then."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion walks over to your side, holding out his
hand.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Here, let me show you."

You have emoted: Kiriwe puts her hand in yours, using you as a balance to hoist herself up to a standing position.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Alright Kiriwe, the trick is balance. You want to plant your feet in the direction in which you are going to throw the object in question."

Spreading his legs slightly more then shoulder width apart, Trooper Grigoloth,
Charge of Ixion says to you, "Ok, do this now."

You have emoted: Kiriwe spreads her legs apart, but misses shoulder width by about a foot.

You ask Grigoloth, "Like this?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion removes himself from his posistion, he bends over while grabbing your leg. Softly, he spreads your legs a bit further a part, nodding in approval.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Just like that, excellent."

Pointing towards a practice dummy, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "See the practice dummy over there."

You say, "Yes, should I throw at it?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Yes, but before you throw, lean away from your target. This will allow you to gain momentum."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Cock your arm back to a comfortable level, then hit your target."

You nod your head emphatically.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion folds his arms against his chest, nodding.

You have emoted: Kiriwe settles into her footing, and leans back, bringing her arm up rather quickly, knocking her off balance and causing her to stumble.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion holds out his arm, placing his hand along the small of your back.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "You got quite the wind up there."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "I'm gonna to try that again."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Very well."

You have emoted: Kiriwe settles her feet shoulder width apart, watching your face for approval.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion nods his head slowly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Very good."

You have emoted: Kiriwe leans back into your guiding hand, raising her arm simultaneously.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion nods agreeably, bottom lip tucked out.

You have emoted: Kiriwe thrusts her arm violently towards the dummy, launching the scroll in her hand towards the target. It bounces off the chest of the dummy, landing gently on the ground.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Very well done, Kiriwe."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "If that was a man and you were throwing a rock, you would of broke a bone in his chest, possibly caving in one of his lungs."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "This pleases me."

You beam broadly at Grigoloth.

You have emoted: Kiriwe bounces in place for a moment, her joy in your praise evident in her face.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "You are quite the Lady, Kiriwe."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion glances over at the practice dummy, then back at you.

You hum a happy tune.

You say, "Lady?"

You ask Grigoloth, "How does throwing stuff make me a lady?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Why, yes Kiriwe. A persons definition of a Lady can differ."

You ponder the situation.

You ask Grigoloth, "How do you define Lady, then?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I define a lady as elegant, but yet has the time to help out picking some weeds every once in a while."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion chuckles dryly.

You have emoted: Kiriwe purses her lips, and looks down at her hands, obviously
thinking hard about something.

Tilting his head curiously, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "What seems to be the problem?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe's cheeks flush faintly. "Nothing!"

Looking at your scarlet cheeks and smiling, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "What. You just can't say nothing, Kiriwe."

Hesitantly, you say, "I.. I was just trying to think of how to be the best lady
ever."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion peers at you curiously.

You blush furiously.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "You do a good job now though. I think the other stuff comes with experience."

Confusedly, you ask, "Other stuff?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion ponders to himself.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Like my Mother, for example. She seems like a lady because she's older, maybe thats the experience I mean."

You ponder the situation.

Brightening with revelation, you say to Grigoloth, "Then I should try to be like Grandmama!"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Well."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion lowers his head slowly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "If that's what you really want."

You crease your brow in a frown.

You ask Grigoloth, "Wait, that's bad?"

Locking his fingers in place at his waist and rubbing his thumbs together, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "No, of course not."

Fretting slightly, you say, "Then why didn't you smile? There's something wrong with that if you didn't like it."

Forcing an ackward smile, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "There
you go."

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say, "No, that's more wrong."

You have emoted: Kiriwe reaches out to put a hand on one of yours. "What's wrong?"

Pretending to be oblivious to your comments, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I'm not too sure what you mean. What should we do today though?"

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say, "No."

You have emoted: Kiriwe tugs on your hand insistantly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion peers down at your fingers curiously.

You say to Grigoloth, "I want to be a perfect lady. If I'm not supposed to be like Grandmama, who should I be like?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion thinks deeply, placing his hand under his
chin.

You have emoted: Kiriwe watches your face carefully.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I don't know, I like you how you are now."

You have emoted: Kiriwe's entire face and neck flush a bright crimson.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Hey, want to see my room, Kiriwe?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe, still blushing, nods her assent.



You follow Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion east to An elegant atelier.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says, "Oh, Hello Mother. Hello, Father."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion peers around his room in confusion.

An elegant atelier.
Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance is here. Lord Deathchord Daedalion
y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning is here. He wields a grim mandolin of ebony
wood and bone in his left hand and a runic greatshield of shadowy steel in his
right. Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion is here. He wields an ancestral
klangaxe with both hands.
You see a single exit leading west (closed door).

You blink.

You ask, "What are you guys doing in here?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe frowns slightly, obviously confused.

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning's eye twitches at
the sound of company, his head turning in a slow manner to glare at Grigoloth.
He drops Somaria's hand and narrows his eyes at the newly arrived annoyance.

Nodding in agreement, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says, "Yes, this is rather odd."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance grunts softly as she struggles slightly against her husband's grip upon her wrists.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says, "Do you require my room then, Mother and Father?"

In a angry tone, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Grigoloth, "What do you need, child? I don't take these kinds of interruptions very well."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "I was going to show Kiriwe my room, Sir."

Confusedly, you ask, "Interruption?"

Staring blankly, his eye twitching somewhat, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Grigoloth, "I require any room I damn well please to do what I was about to start."

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning lifts his hands to his temples, rubbing in obvious frustration.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "What were you about to start, Father. Perhaps I could help with the task?"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion nods firmly.

Brightly, you say, "I can help too!"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance looks up at her husband, a faint blush crossing her delicate features.

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning drops his hand to stare coldly at Grigoloth, his arms crossing about his chest as he grimaces.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "I will complete the task well Father, only tell me what it is you need."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion stands at attention, staring straight ahead.

Wrinkling his nose, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Grigoloth, "Yes.. you can help. Tell you what.. You go outside.. and don't come back."

Softly, her voice deepened with intimacy, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Daedalion, "Don't be rude."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "I shall guard the premises. Anything else, Father?"

Daedalion scowls miserably at Somaria.

Daedalion rubs his temples in frustration.

You ask, "How can I help?"

Shaking his head slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says, "No.. nothing at all.. there is nothing to help with."

Leaning down to your level, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to you, "Go keep your uncle company."

With a hint of confusion in his voice, Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "Very well, Father."

You say to Somaria, "I will!"

Somaria reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

You beam broadly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "Come Kiriwe, we'll find another place to sit and converse."

Daedalion stares at Grigoloth, his eye twitching.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion walks over to the side of Somaria, kissing her gently on the cheek.

You say to Grigoloth, "My room?"

Scowling miserably, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Grigoloth, "There isn't anywhere to sit in here anyway.. your room is bare."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to you, "I would like that, Kiriwe."

You have emoted: Kiriwe flushes slightly.

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says to Daedalion, "I usually don't sit much,Father. But now that you mention it, it is rather bare."

Impatiently, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance exclaims, "GO!"

Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning grumbles angrily to himself as he surveys the room, resigning with a slight snort he lowers himself to the floor.

Awwr.

Oi. That was totally my old room.

Why, Kiri? Why?

Somaria, Kiriwe and Mihewi discuss Kiriwe's marriage prospects
This takes place before Grig bothers Vhaas about marrying his niece.


You open the reinforced door to the out.

You leave to the out.

The door to the in slams shut

A calming veranda.
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil.
Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance is here.
You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see exits leading east and in (closed door).

Somaria blows a big kiss.

Somaria peers about herself unscrupulously.

Comprehension flashes across Somaria's face.

Somaria gives you a peck on the cheek.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You ask, "Expecting somebody else?"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Sort of."

Somaria smiles softly.

Curiously, you ask, "Who? Granddad?"

Standing slightly straighter, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks
you, "Who else?"

You shrug helplessly.

You smile and say, "Maybe one of my aunts or uncles."

Wistfully, you say, "One I haven't met yet.."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "No, not any of them."

Somaria smiles softly.

You give a pained sigh.

You say, "Darn."

Somaria tilts her head curiously.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Ah."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Oh, dear, I'm sure you'll meet more eventually."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "You have your auntie Tau and auntie Janalon too."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "As well as dear Grigoloth."

You smile softly.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "You could always seek out Sadhyra if you really wanted to, though the woman isn't fond of her own heritage."

Somaria creases her brow in a frown.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "I do miss her, though."

You say, "I don't think I've ever met her."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to you, "Seek her out. She's
quite the lovely child when she isn't badmouthing me."

You ponder the situation.

You ask, "What does she look like?"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Kephera, usually. It suits her to want to continue to believe she is grander than Estarra."

Somaria grunts noncommitally.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Despite her arrogance, I do
love her."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "It's pitiful on my part,
surely."

You blink.

You ask, "She's a big bug?"

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Somaria nods her head at you.

You shrug helplessly.

You say, "Maybe I'll wait untill she's not a bug. Big bugs are icky."

You bounce up and down.

You ask, "Guess what tomorrow is?"

Somaria puts her hands on her hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Your birthday, I believe."

You beam broadly.

You give Somaria a peck on the cheek.

You say, "I'm going to be twenty!"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "You're getting old."

Somaria's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say, "I'm not getting old."

You say, "I'm getting.... available."

You nod your head sagely.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks, "Available?"

Somaria raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You say, "To get married and stuff!"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks, "Yes, we'll have to find you a husband soon, wont we?"

Distractedly, you say, "Mhm."

Somaria chuckles long and heartily.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks, "Anyone in mind?"

You blush furiously.

Slowly, you say, "No... not really."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Wonderful. Then we'll begin the search."

You say, "O..ok."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "I'll speak to your mother soon on it and set up meetings with prospective young gentlemen."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks you, "Have you any standards?"

Confused, you say, "Standards?"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks you, "Things you wish for in a mate?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe nods her head slowly.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Do tell, dear. After all, we needn't an unhappy bride."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Um... mugwump... or viscanti."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks, "Is that all?"

You shake your head.

You say, "Umm."

You have emoted: Kiriwe fidgets in a nervous manner.

You say, "Tall."

Somaria sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Go on."

You shake your head.

You say, "Nothing else looks wise."

You say, "But he has to be strong! And devoted."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Strong and devoted."

You have emoted: Kiriwe gets a faraway look.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "That seems easy enough."

You say, "And gentle and kind to me."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Gentle, kind, strong.. Devoted.."

You nod your head emphatically.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks, "Anything else?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe shakes her head.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Easy enough."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "I'll have Grigoloth aide in the search."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "I'm certain he knows plenty of available young men."

Slowly, you say, "Of... of course!"

Lifting a slender brow, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to you, "Indeed."

You ask, "Should I tell him... or will you?"

Mihewi arrives in a cone of sparkling light.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "Your daughter wants to marry."

Mihewi peers at you unscrupulously.

You blush furiously.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says to Somaria, "She's just a kid."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "She's nearly twenty."

Objecting, you exclaim, "That's not quite what I said!"

Mihewi grunts noncommitally.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance exclaims, "It is her duty and honour to carry on her name!"

Grunting again, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "Depends on who she wants to marry."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "She has given standards."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "Gentle, kind, strong.. Devoted.. tall and either mugwump or.. viscanti."

Tightly pursing her lips together, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "I will not allow her to marry a Viscanti. I won't have deformed grandchildren."

You flare your nostrils.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "Viscanti carry mugwump genes."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "You know the histories just like everyone else."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "They may be interbred, but her purity will likely counter it."

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner sighs, "Doesn't make them any more a mugwump than I am a pony."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance asks Mihewi, "You like ponies though, don't you?"

In a flat tone, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "My daughter will not be marrying a pony."

Mihewi squints suspiciously at you.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say, "I don't want to marry a pony!"

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "Let the child be happy. She said she'd be open to a mugwump as well."

You say, "I really don't have any real issues with other races... but no bugs or fish."

Shaking her head, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "Depends on who it is."

You say, "No! No bugs or fish!"

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says to you, "If you marry some disgusting thing with fur, I will cast you as far away from me as possible."

Mihewi wrinkles her nose in distaste.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You weave a glamour around yourself, which solidifies into the form of a regal aslaran.

Mihewi narrows her eyes to thin slits.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "Don't think I won't."

With a simple gesture, you dispel a changeself illusion on Kiriwe.
Your illusion of being aslaran fades away.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "Well then she'll have to stay here."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance exclaims to Mihewi, "Honestly, dear, what is wrong with you?!"

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner grunts, "She won't marry a furball anyway. I'm just saying."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "If she wants to marry a furball, she will."

You glance askance.

Twitching her eye and forcing out her words, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "She will not. Depending on who it is, I may be able to see past a few other races. So long as the thing doesn't have fuzz."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "You aren't consecrating her union. She is. Let her be with what she wishes."

You blush furiously.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner murmurs, "If she brings shame to me by marrying some beast, I will not tolerate her presence any longer. I can barely put up with the brat as it is."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "That's unfortunate."

Mihewi mutters discontentedly.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner asks, "Does she have anyone specific in mind?"

You have emoted: Kiriwe's skin flushes faintly, but she says nothing.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "No."

Showing that she understands, Mihewi nods her head slowly.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "Well. When she finally does have someone in mind, I can argue with her about it then."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "I will employ Grigoloth to look within Magnagora."

Wrinkling her nose, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "I would have issue with anyone who is particularly close to Fain fathering my child's offspring."

You crease your brow in a frown.

You ask, "Why?"

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says to you, "He is an absolutely despicable god and his closest followers know of nothing but hatred and lies."

You crease your brow in a frown.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "Kiriwe loves Fain."

Mihewi stares implacably at Somaria.

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "And I will remind you of who's loins you were birthed from. I was of His highest servants for years."

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says to Somaria, "You want nothing to do with him any longer... it is why I chose to remain in contact with you even after... you did what you did to me."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says to Mihewi, "And if your daughter wishes to serve Him? Your brother does and they spend much time together."

You fidget impatiently.

Dismissively gesturing, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "She's still incredibly young and naive. She blindly follows him only because He happens to be her city's Patron. Once she matures more, her fascination with him will wear off."

Idly, Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, of Sinful Radiance says, "I was much like her in this fascination."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "If she is looking for someone kind, then she won't be marrying one from that Order anyway."

You glance askance.

Glancing askance and muttering, Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner says, "When she finds someone, we'll argue about it then. I am needed right now."

You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.

You Sir, are full of RP juice. I think you know what I mean

For every veiled reference to mudsex made in this thread, God kills a baby seal with a dead kitten.

Ha Ha that's hilarious.

But he doesn't care about the unveiled ones?

Like a klangaxe without a frogge.