Me says (10:11 PM):
^-^
You thrust your hand out to a loboshigaru pilgrim and beg shamelessly.
A loboshigaru pilgrim sighs dramatically and searches his pockets, looking for something to give you.
He gives a smoky blue lace bra to you.
2927h, 3353m, 3045e, 10p, 13535en, 15660w x-
You have recovered equilibrium.
2927h, 3353m, 3045e, 10p, 13535en, 15665w ex-
Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.
Soll says (10:12 PM):
Hahaha.
Someone got funky with the pilgrims.

(The Star Council): You say, "What do you think you'll do as Duke?"

(The Star Council): You say, "As in, your first act."

(The Star Council): Vesar says, "I'll have to win the election, first."

(The Star Council): You say, "I think that is a given."

(The Star Council): You say, "No?"

(The Star Council): Malicia (from the Astral Plane) says, "It closed.."

** Summary for (Celest) Election #100629 *******************************
Title: (Closed)
Election for Leader of Celest

Description:
Being displeased with the performance of Grand Duke Shamarah in
the position of Grand Duke of Celest, this vote of no confidence
has been called. The following individuals believe they can
better perform the duties required of the position.

Choices:
1. (42) Vesar
2. (15) Shamarah
3. (13) Soll
************************************************************************

(The Star Council): Malicia (from the Astral Plane) says, "You won, heh."

(The Star Council): You say, "Heh heh."
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Later on...

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(The Star Council): Malicia (from the Astral Plane) says, "Wait, what the?"

(The Star Council): Malicia (from the Astral Plane) says, "!"

You shout, "Congratulations, Duke Vesar."

10.2.2 CELEST, RESURGENCE OF THE LIGHT


Grand Duke: (nobody)
Divine Patron: Terentia, the Even Bladed
Star Council: Bandeon, Vesar, Sheia, and Daxera
Divine Consulate: Isune and Lacostian
Ambassador: Alodia
Minister of Power: Soll
Treasurer: Vanthan
Steward: Shric
Minister of Trade: Ekard
Chancellor: Tekora
Minister of Cultural Affairs: Tzekelkan
Librarian: Neerth


Able to induct new citizens: Silimaur, Metea, and Soll

You shout, "Woah. Duke.. Nobody."

(The Star Council): Vesar says, "Odd."

(The Star Council): Malicia (from the Astral Plane) says, "Quite odd."

(The Star Council): Vesar says, "I haven't gotten a message yet."

(Celest): Terentia says, "A rather amusing predicament."

(Celest): You say, "Indeed it is!"

(Celest): Vesar says, "Indeed, my Lady."

(Celest): Terentia says, "I'll be sure to notify to the Norns and the Erinyes as soon as they become available. Really, New Celest. You'd want to stop breaking things like the fabric of the world."

...you voted out Shamarah?

Looks like I may not be joining Celest after all.

Yeah, that happened last time I won it too

SOMEONE STOP THE MADNESS!

Soll tells you, "Wow, you're quite an attractive trill there, Kahazul."

Soll tells you, "Much better than Viscanti."

Soll tells you, "You know, let's go back to my room. Screw Celest."

But isn't your girlfriend on the Star Council? Can't she sneak you in somehow?

Daxera refuses to give me any breaks, heh. And it's not that I don't think I'll be able to get in, just don't want to as much.

I don't even know if it was meant for me. I assume it was, but only because I was holding it...

I saw that letter on the ground at the entrance of the Celestine guildhall a few days ago, you probably acquisitio'd it.

(Serenwilde): Charune says, "You can quite easily accomplish the same thing by
saying "Kalodon, if Shamarah is banned by Celest from entering Faethorn, will
you agree to stop killing angels?""
(Serenwilde): Kalodan says, "It's more of an 'an' sound, Huntsman, than an 'on'
sound."
(Serenwilde): Charune says, "I am the God I will pronounce it how I like!"

Let's call Charune the Huntsmon now.

Ixion swings a exquisitely crafted draconic broadsword at Munsia, who smoothly steps away from the blow. Ixion's broadsword cuts through the air, missing completely.

Munsia eats a stalk of faeleaf.

You raise a vicious katana over your head and begin to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as you go.

Pressing his hands together before him, Narsrim bows his head and a surge of rainbow energy surges up from the root of his spine to the top of his skull, bursting forth and surrounding him with an aura of prismatic energy.

Veradin, Narsrim D'cente`, Prefect of Crones says, "Leap for the Hills! Death approaches! Web, Pooka, Leap, something!"

Karnagan raises his hand in greeting and says "Hi!"

You say, "Maybe you could help me understand something, dear nymph. How can one
such as yourself know of the Mother's infinite beauty and strength, and seek
nothing more than to serve Her, and yet so many others can be easily blinded by
Moon's light into seeing Night as something so.. horrible?"

A nymph bound in shadows says, "Just as you mortals choose which Elders you
wish to serve, so too do we Lesser Spirits choose which Greater Spirits it is
we wish to serve."

A nymph bound in shadows says, "Besides that, I've heard that the best cookies
in the Basin can be found in Glomdoring."



COME TO US, WE HAVE COOKIES.

That nymph lies. See what happens when they go to Night? They lose their sense of taste as well.

Clearly, she just hasn't ever been introduced to the wonder that is a candied cherry cookie. Poor nymph.

Pfft, they're made with Shadows and Purple Wyrdey goodness.

Better than anything stupid Serenwilde can make!

Shadows and purple wyrdey goodness? Are we talking about cookies or boogers?

You're just bitter because Rainbows weren't involved