You say, "Yeah."

You say, "I don't mind attacking denizens."

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "Sometimes its necessary."

You say, "But other adventurers..."

You say, "Well yes."

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "To get your point across."

Eltorinus snickers softly to himself.

Maekarn looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You say, "But thats what you....oh terrible puns."

You say, "Lord and Lady Mysrai! Poke him for terrible puns?"

You look up into the air for divine inspiration.

Sir Maekarn, the Knight Who Was smiles and says to Eltorinus, "I find myself to
usually be rather blunt."

You cough softly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say, "More puns!"

You flap your arms madly.

With a flourish, Maekarn slips a deadly rosethorn hammer into a knight's frogge
of opal winds.

The Grand Iari Nightshade says, "They're very pun-ny?"

Iari murmurs softly to herself.

The corners of Maekarn's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says to Iari, "Lame."

Sir Maekarn, the Knight Who Was says, "That was more of a word play."

Maekarn ponders the situation.

You look up into the air for divine inspiration.

Sir Maekarn, the Knight Who Was says, "Maybe the opening act. Would not close
the show with it."

Rubbing his hands together, Maekarn grins with evil satisfaction.

Iari gives a pained sigh.

You say, "Someone who we won't name once designed a mathematically inspired
scroll."

You say, "It was a mobius strip scroll, yes?"

Maekarn blinks.

Iari tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Reality blurs between ephemeral paradigms as Mysrai emerges from thin air.

You say, "It had a formula around the edge of it eep."

You curtsey gracefully before Mysrai.

Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Who would you have Us poke, My
Shulamit?"

Mysrai reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek in Her hand.

You point accusingly at Eltorinus.

Eltorinus mutters and traces the glowing symbol of a sword before him. The sword
enters his chest and his muscles seem to swell before your eyes.

You say, "He made terrible sword related puns."

You nod solemnly.

Eltorinus gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

Eltorinus kneels before Mysrai, swearing his allegiance to Her.

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "I didn't do it."

Eltorinus stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Eltorinus whimpers like a wounded puppy.

Mysrai smiles softly.

Deep in thought, Mysrai leans Her cheek on Her hand.

Mysrai reaches out to tenderly cup Eltorinus's cheek in Her hand.

Iari gets up off an elegant couch covered in dark blue poppies.

Iari curtseys gracefully before Mysrai.

Eltorinus blushes furiously.

look at mysrai
She is a radiant immortal and is painted in swirling festival hues, Her skin
gleaming with essence and powdered rubies, pearls, and sapphires. Intact
emeralds twinkle from the hollow of Her throat: saffron tourmalines swirl in
spirals over Her hips. Glittering lines of black onyx and powdered citrine line
Her Void-black eyes in patterns of feathers and scales, framing the
slow-whirling constellations that hang against the dark. In form, She is
amply-curved, bearing a sleek skin of jade-hued scales enameled with carnelian
and sunstones. Her head is bare of all save a mehndi of golden and aquamarine in
which sigils wrought from essence shift through slow, inexorable patterns. She
is wearing a shifting, clinging dress of riotous veils, a choker of inner
reflections, an ivory poppy lapel pin, a sanguine circlet of fevered poppy
blossoms, a votary icon of the Void, a formless earring of living copper through
Her right ear, a formless earring of living copper through Her left ear, a
golden necklace of a Thousand Hands and a pale white finger ring of the Serpent
and the Rose.

Eltorinus snuffles softly.

Eltorinus shuffles his feet uneasily.

The body of Attendant Kroo appears in a flash and her soul descends to fill it,
causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Once We poked Our brother through
six different planes of reality during a jest."

Mysrai creases Her brow in a frown.

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "Oh the poking pun."

Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "You are rather more fragile than My
brother."

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "That I did do."

You say, "Oh no. I don't want him to go through other realities!"

Mysrai ponders the situation.

Kroo gives Mysrai a respectful salute.

You flap your arms madly.

Eltorinus blushes furiously.

Eltorinus suddenly inhales deeply.

With the smallest flick of Her finger, Mysrai sends Eltorinus flying headlong
into the depths of the Astral Plane.
A Red Hand of the Illuminati says, "Freedom forever."
A jade-armoured Wyvern Rider says, "Just tell me if you need my help, Eltorinus.
I am more than happy to deal with intruders."

Eltorinus runs circles around the room with outstretched arms, happily
screaming, "Wheee!"

You say, "Well, actually. If one of them turns him into a giant cup cake ooooh
meep."

Mysrai nods solemnly.

Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.

You blink.

You ponder Eltorinus thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

You say, "Don't think you're a cup cake yet."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

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

Sir Eltorinus Dawneye, of the Hidden Temple says, "I was flying."

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

You rub your chin thoughtfully, raise your eyebrow and say, "I see..."

Eltorinus gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

Sir Maekarn, the Knight Who Was says, "Well... Just need a larger cup."

Maekarn ponders Eltorinus for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Iari throws herself onto an elegant couch covered in dark blue poppies,
sprawling out and making herself at home.

Sir Maekarn, the Knight Who Was says, "Well."

You ponder the situation.

The Grand Iari Nightshade looks thoughtful and says, "I need to get the rest of
my tattoos done."

You say, "Oh right, there was a story about mathematical scrolls."

Maekarn tilts his head curiously at Iari.

You say, "So the reviewers rejected it, saying the scroll had to remove the
mathematical formula."

You say, "I said I couldn't do that, it was integral to the design."

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully
gather your thoughts.

You say, "Math puns are the worst of all, woe."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Maekarn nods solemnly to you.

---- Later, She pokes Zvoltz. That's over in quotes.

IIRC, the equation from the scroll in question was

1eix]-2]=2eix]-3]=3eix]-4]=4eix]-1]=...

In which each "neix]-(n+1)]=" term has the amusing property of not only equalling itself, but also equalling its own integral. Double punny.

I have always loved Mysrai's descriptions. :)