Serenwilde was practicing monk punches with our Monk tutor Osierti, and Xiphoid was his partner.. This is what happened:

Master Osierti says, "Very well. Let's continue."

Xiphoid throws out a quick jab at Master Osierti.
Xiphoid connects.
Xiphoid has scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
The final blow proves too much for Master Osierti, who expires, pitifully.
Master Osierti has been slain by Xiphoid.
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.

You say, "..."

The ghostly voice of Master Osierti lingers in the air, "Class dismissed. I think I taught Xiphoid too well..."

(Silver Seekers): Lisaera says, "Nejii is always a furball, whatever race he pretends to be."

An Ur'Guard Grand Marshal says, "Ever have blood running out of your ears,
Viravain? If you break the law, you'll experience it. Trust me."

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Commune Member Rank Position CT
me something on
There is 1 Commune Member on this plane and 1 on other planes.

Oh no he didn't!

he... he... HE????

The Ur'Guard Grand Marshal is male, so I thought.

They're female taurians.

See: HELP AGING.

There are no old ladies! Except for those rotting ones.

Wait, are you still playing as Marina? I thought there was a funeral for her

(White Wind): You say, "Anything going on Vix?"

(White Wind): You say, "Rare to see Estarra about..."

(White Wind): Nejii says, "Shh, play."

You tell Spiral Stargazer Nejii Talnara, Moon's Fire, "Got ya."

You tug upon the aether strands around you, searching for one that connects to
Nejii.

You teleport along the aether strands to Nejii.

An enclosed glade.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Curtains of leafy vines to the
northwest and southwest act as a sort of scrim, allowing those here to watch
performances happening in the adjoining areas while preparing themselves to join
into them, or provide musical accompaniment. Protruding tree branches act as
hooks to keep costumes handy for quick changes, while hollows in the ground or
in tree branches keep other items at the ready. The area is a little cramped,
though not so much one couldn't do some stretches; and the close, thick
overgrowth provides some shelter so sound won't carry far. Far overhead can be
seen the walkways of the Spiritsingers' private quarters, the thin rails of wood
swaying back and forth in the trees. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here.
A set of spectral chimes shimmers in and out of vision here. Reaching up as high
as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. There are 5
colourful ice cream assortments here. Amarysse is here. She wields a sleek
heartwood mandolin in her left hand and a silver mirror shield in her right.
Gehn fidgets here. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and an emblazoned
hunter's shield in his right. Kalas Alianna, the Green Queen is here. She wields
the Argentine Lyre of Trialante in her left hand. Kiaris Mes'ard is here,
shrouded. She wields a forestal violin decorated with chimes in her left hand.
Zia Talnara-Mes'ard, of the Lilies is here. She wields an athame dagger in her
left hand and a stag and moon tower shield in her right. Ward of the Keyll
Arrane, Linwe Starfall is here. She wields an ebony and moonhart mandolin in her
left hand. Lendren, Weaver of the Cuirr Arrane is here. He wields a mandolin of
pale wood in his left hand. Spiral Stargazer Nejii Talnara, Moon's Fire is here,
shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a magic tome in his
right.
You see a single exit leading southwest.

Kalas Alianna, the Green Queen says, "Buggering."

Amarysse frowns at you.

Lendren shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Spiral Stargazer Nejii Talnara, Moon's Fire says, "Get off the stage!"

Alianna stares implacably at you.

Spiral Stargazer Nejii Talnara, Moon's Fire says, "And ask before you teleport."

"I'm sorry!" you say with a blush.

Gregori Mes'ard enters.

The wind whistles eerily through the trees.

Lendren Starfall, Weaver of the Cuirr Arrane says to you, "Shoo."

Kalas Alianna, the Green Queen says, "Southwest, northwest, northeast."


A sheltered ring of trees.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A circle of trees, mixed between
pines, maples, ash, and poplar, surround a small cleared copse, offering egress
only into the bower northwest and a leafy curtain of vines opening into an area
to the northeast. Branches curve and entwine together overhead providing
shelter, though those within are still likely to get a little damp in a strong
storm. In the center, a small mound of fertile earth, covered with vibrant green
grass, provides a natural stage for a small handful of people, while the circle
of flat ground around them a place for an audience. Blossoms from vines and the
trees themselves hang down from above and decorate the sides of the copse,
adding a splash of color that changes with the seasons. A mature birch tree
stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome
presence of a living totem.
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.


A spacious musical bower.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The trees here have grown, or been
coaxed to grow, into a pair of rows, forming a sort of entranceway into a
cleared area beyond. Branches curve overhead, thickened with leafy vines, to
provide some shelter while still allowing dappled sunlight or silvery moonlight
to pour in. To the east, the pathway of trees widens, opening onto a spacious
grassy area on one side and an enclosed ring of sheltering trees on the other.
The trees are filled with hundreds of songbirds whose gentle twitters infuse the
area with music, and at some places, tiny bells have been hung in the trees so
that passing breezes supplement the birdsong with the ringing of soft, pure
chimes. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a
living totem. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. There are 33 colourful
ice cream assortments here.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and south.


An open, grassy area.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Thick, sturdy grass carpets this area,
sloping gently upwards towards the north. A circle of small stones has been laid
out near the southern end of the grassy clearing, large enough for a campfire or
even a bonfire. The area within and around this is particularly flattened down,
as if by many feet over a long time. The grass up the slope has also been tamped
down by feet, though not nearly as much, and provides a natural place for people
to sit and watch performances happening in the flatter area below. To the
southeast, a leafy curtain of vines hangs down from some nearby trees,
sheltering the adjoining area from view without preventing access. A mature
hornbeam tree stands proudly here. Sitting on a large base, a massive sundial
rests here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of
a living totem. Wreathed in vines and adorned with chimes, a sturdy stage has
been built into the slope here. There are 5 frost hags here. A wiccan broom
floats here, vibrating with energy. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls
about here. There are 2 corpses of a fat green weevil here. There are 2 corpses
of a lumbering red weevil here. There are 2 corpses of a giant red weevil here.
There are 2 corpses of a large wood weevil here. Wiccan Seamstress Arale
Greythane is here, sprawled on the floor. She wields an athame dagger in her
left hand. Eilia Helfarch Sarrasri, Priestess of the Moon is here, sprawled on
the floor. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand and a glowing powerstone
in her right. Jerik, Pure Chime is here, sprawled on the floor. He wields a
viola in his right hand. Estarra, the Eternal floats here, surrounded by
swirling energies. She wields a wooden lute in Her left hand. High Priestess,
Accalia Caelicus is here. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Elmund
is here, sprawled on the floor. Hissatsu Sojiro, Conscript of the Hunt is here,
shrouded. He wields a moulded war hammer in each hand. Druid Amavan Talnara,
Hart's Glory is here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand. Charune, the
Horned One stands here surrounded by an emerald hue. He wields an elegant
Moonhart bow in His left hand and the Hunter's Horn in His right. Ays Civalior
Lyreth, Saran, Heir of Glinshari is here. He wields the Ancient Cudgel of
Glinshari in his left hand. Fair Galaphyrae is here, shrouded. Lisaera, the
Silver Maiden stands here, amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. Warlock Tael
Talnara, the Lunar Tempest is here, shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his
left hand and a silver mirror shield in his right. Krellan towers here,
shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a golden sunburst
shield in his right. Adherent of the Mother, Lyriell Talnara is here, sprawled
on the floor. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand and a shield of
silvered vines in her right. Xiran L'Eternae is here, sprawled on the floor.
Charune's Jade Huntress, Vix Talnara is here. She wields a silver mirror shield
in her left hand and an athame dagger in her right. Inox Alterrel is here,
sprawled on the floor. She wields a moonstone dagger in her left hand and an
athame dagger in her right.
You see a single exit leading southwest.
A frost hag says, "Do not dare to harm the forest, Tully."

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

You blush furiously.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and
then quickly solidifies as Ialie comes into view.

Gregori Mes'ard says, "What an odd place."

Alianna tells you, "You can watch if ya follow those directions."

Tael tells you, "Shh."

Jerik tells you, "Shh."

Amavan tells you, "You're more than welcome to stay and watch if you'd like."