(Order): Argilent (from the
Aetherways) says, "Marriage is a bit like a severed artery with no yarrow

See what kind of a family we have?

Xavius shouts, "And one more at the request of Lady Viravain!"

(Newbie): Spindle says, "Are your ears burning with the vile insults being tossed around! Need relief! Try SHOUTSOFF to stop those silly grating shouts."
(Newbie): Spindle says, "Or, really, anything at all. Doesn't have to be insults."

(Newbie): Viravain says, "Honestly, My name is not an insult, Spindle. Perhaps you did not spend enough time as a maggot to have learned that."
(Newbie): Spindle says, "Need to find a quick topic change? Things getting a little uncomfortable? HELP WEATHER!"

Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide (Male Maggot).
A guide is here to help newbies become acquainted with Lusternia. Guides do not have a roleplaying function.

I really hope being a maggot doesn't prevent him from helping the novices.

It'd just lower his stats. Doesn't affect anything else.

Doesn't it spread disease, too.

Where are those pyromancers from?

Zoaka (sp?)

The Moonhart Mother Tree.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The variety of trees that crowd around the Moonhart Mother Tree goes beyond count, elms and alders, beech and cherry, hawthorn and hazel, evergreen and oak, all dwarfed by the magnificence and majesty of the mother tree herself. The grasses and shrubs that grow in the surrounding forest become scarce as they approach the tree, replaced by tiny wildflowers of amethyst-purple and marble-white. The veil to the ethereal plane is particularly thin, and the laughter of pixies and other creatures of the fae tinkle down from the treetops and tickle the ears of those below. The atmosphere itself, although benign and welcoming, also vibrates with a palpable power, sending shivers up the skin. Singing a hauntingly beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here. Towering high above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. There are 5 small screech owls here. There are 8 fierce timberwolves here. There are 2 white and brown speckled ponies here. Outfitted with a leather riding harness, a formidable looking cave bear paces back and forth. There are 5 striped badgers here. Hovering over a raised dais are two silver arrows, their long shafts crossed with the points aimed skywards. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A mottled blue wyvern gracefully stands here, arching its serpentine neck and flapping its massive leathery wings. There are 6 red foxes here. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. There are 8 frost hags here. There are 4 centaur hunters here. A tame wakabi lounges here, preening its feathers without a care in the world. A graceful tree stands here, shaped vaguely like the form of a woman. Mushrooms are growing here in a perfect circle. Keeper of the Sacred Grove, Kalodan Faechild, Spring's Rebirth is here. He wields a glowing powerstone in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Kielo hops about the area madly. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a golden sunburst shield in his right. Serenguard Amarok is here. He wields a loboshigaru rapier in each hand. Lowe Kalas, The Silvern Hoarfrost is here, sprawled on the floor. He wields a grim mandolin of ebony wood and bone in his left hand. Moon's Fire Rastor, Existential Blade is here. He wields an elfen rapier in each hand. Serenguard Dinoniel is here.

Serenguard Dinoniel says to Rastor, "Anyways, want to go somewhere private or is this okay?"

Dinoniel tells you, "Or you could buy an artifact husband."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Yeah, but they just sit there...."

Dinoniel tells you, "Most real guys would be couch potatoes anyways... or Tree potatos I guess."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Yeah, but then I could actually yell at them because they would actually be capable of doing something else."

Dinoniel tells you, "Like ignoring you?"

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Well, guys do that to me anyways."

Dinoniel tells you, "Aww."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Unless they are married, gay, or both... so that wouldn't be a big change."

Dinoniel tells you, "I'm sure you're a fine catch. At the very least you could find somebody who just wants to marry into the rich."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Everyone wants a rich husband, not a rich wife. Hehe."

Dinoniel tells you, "That's not true. It's just that rich single women are rarer so you don't hear about it as much."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Well then, we have I not found my gold digging husband?

Dinoniel tells you, "You need to advertise. You know: "Seeking lazy bum who wants to marry the filthy rich. PS: I'm also somewhat attractive, smart and charming.""

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "Why does that not seem like something that will turn out good for me?"

Dinoniel tells you, "Pshh, I GUESS you could try finding a husband that doesn't suck but that seems like it would end in disappointment too."

You tell Serenguard Dinoniel, "I am here by making you my offical match maker... that way when he does suck, I can blame you."

Dinoniel tells you, "Okay, failed marriages are pretty funny anyways. I'd like to see that."

husbands...... yeah... I don't think I wanna get into this one...

(Serenwilde): Therarde says, "Ugh, I'm having nightmares about things happening
in the Seren."


(Serenwilde): Alianna says, "That's fairly common. We're paranoid like that."

(Market): Meliana says, "Does anyone have any objections to Chieral joining our city? She is a young one fresh from the portals."

Green vines sprout up around the feet of Kaervas, cocooning her in their soft
leaves. The vines crumble as tiny flowers bloom up and down their length until
only floating petals remain.

Valarien jumps aside, avoiding your blow.

You have recovered equilibrium.

You say, "Die!"

You interlace your fingers together and raise your locked hands above your head. Screaming
out the name of Valarien, you rip your hands apart.
The thorny vines wrapped around Valarien's limbs suddenly tighten and pull in four
different directions, drawing him up in the air screaming.
Valarien is instantly killed as his body is ripped into quarters.
You have slain Valarien.

Druid Mhume of the Blackthorn says, "..."

You have recovered equilibrium.

Druid Mhume of the Blackthorn says, "Welcome to Glomdoring..."

The soul of Valarien begins to transform into the shape of a green eyelash viper before
fading away.
A green eyelash viper becomes suddenly very still. Its shape begins to waver and stretch,
suddenly growing and solidifying into the form of Valarien.

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Play nice, boys."

Valarien's eyes sparkle with amusement.

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Oh, who am I kidding? Kill him again, Xavius."

You whisper of a threat to nature, and the foliage around you asks who it is. You gesture
violently at Valarien.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around
Valarien's right arm.

Mmm, Glomdoring.

Killing eachother, so you don't have to.


Seriously though, there's probably going to be more of this in the future XD

Sweet.

Vira's response.... just... heeeee.