(Bellator Societas): Eilar says, "I just had a superb idea."
(Bellator Societas): Eilar says, "Forren. I'm going to need some of your skin."
(Bellator Societas): Forren says, "My skin?"
(Bellator Societas): Eilar says, "Yes."
(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Aetherways) says, "...why?"
(Bellator Societas): Eilar says, "I can't answer that."




(Bellator Societas): Eilar says, "Don't make me collect it myself."

As Glomdoring had been raiding repeatedly for a while...

You ask, "Hrm, why aren't we getting raided?"
Feyrll yawns suddenly and mightily.
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "Because Glomdorings are fat?"
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You ask, "What does that have to do with anything?"
You ask, "And are they?"
Feyrll peers about herself unscrupulously.
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "Perhaps."
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "And it has to do with a lot of things."
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "If you are obese, you cannot so much charge as roll. And you cannot roll unless you attack from a hill."
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "And once you stop rolling, you may not be able to stand up."
Feyrll, Disciple of Klaymech says, "And not being able to stand up in a crowd of enemies is a quick ticket to extinction."

^ made me laugh

You have emoted: Lysandus explains his abject poverty, he humbly request a little help from Exarius.

You have emoted: Lysandus thrust his hand out to Exarius and beg shamelessly.

You have emoted: Lysandus keeps up a non-stop patter, he keeps wheedling Exarius to give up his worldly goods to him in a dizzying display of circuitous logic.

Raja Exarius of the Shanthine Pride searches his pockets and finally comes up with a bouncing, cat-like furrikin whom he gives to Lysandus.

Gotta love Feyrll and Exarius

Narsrim's voice reverberates, "Once I shed this pathetic rogue mage form, you
will no longer be safe in your moonlit forest, cowards."

The firmament reverberates as the voice of Charune, the Horned One resounds,
"Allow Me to aid you in shedding your pathetic form then."

Narsrim has been seared to death by the divine flame of Charune, the Horned One.

Charune

You tell Valarien Moonbane, "What're you doing?"

Valarien tells you, "Being amazing."

Ew. Speaking as someone recently zapped - zaps REALLY hurt - they're a full praying death. I hope there were some decent reasons for that, aside from the log quoted... or frankly, his horsey-ness deserves a good thwap on the knuckles from Estarra.

*points at signature*

They need zero to none justification.

(Bellator Societas): You say, "I know, like, ALL the questions that were asked
so far in the quiz."
Aiakon tells you, "Well I don't. I'm crap on my geography. I only know my
mythos. And as I can't speak, you can broadcast that for me on bellator."
(Bellator Societas): You say, "Oh, you can't talk in the quiz room."
Aiakon tells you, "Yarly."
(Bellator Societas): You say, "Aiakon tells you, "Well I don't. I'm crap on my
geography. I only know my mythos. And as I can't speak, you can broadcast that
for me on bellator.""
(Bellator Societas): You say, "He also said he's a complete and total noob."
Aiakon tells you, "Oh sod you."

And this is why I love our good old British words like "sod". They just sound so funny in situations like this. I love the UK.

(Bellator Societas): Shorlen (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Whirlpool = death
."

(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Astral Plane) says, "Mwahahahahahaha."

(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Astral Plane) says, "Iss."

(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Astral Plane) says, "Miss."

(Envoys): Forren says, "Mwahaha."

(Envoys): Xenthos says, "Hm?"

(Envoys): Forren says, "Err miss."

(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Astral Plane) says, " "

(Envoys): Xenthos says, "You missed that twice?"

(Bellator Societas): Forren (from the Astral Plane) says, "What channel are we
using?"

I fail.

Just blame Astral Forren, just blame Astral.

Actually, I can. I was too busy dodging mitran spam to deal with conversations!

Grand Templar Tervic Aristata, Shifting Shield says to you, "But my office is never safe."

Grand Templar Tervic Aristata, Shifting Shield says to you, "You'll know this if or when you get married."

This little snippet brought to you by the women's team in the arena. Prepping for battle.


Edit: It sounded rather interest when I looked back and read it.

*hug*

Runed pathway.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A
wall of briars has grown here in a tangle, blocking passage to the north.
Narsrim towers here, phased.
You see exits leading north and southeast.

-dreamweave burst narsrim

A dizzying beam of energy strikes you as your attack rebounds off of Narsrim's
shield.

The tree sitting in the corner suddenly turns into Narsrim.
Narsrim says, "Damn, you people aren't too bright, are you?"

Narsrim waves his hands, and amazingly he turns into a tree.

Gehn Mes'ard, Hand of The Mother says, "Where is he now?"

You say, "Here, but abusing a misweave."

...

Narsrim tells you, "You are terribly OOC all the time, aren't you?"

You tell Narsrim, "((ooc: You abuse any bug you find, don't you?"

Narsrim tells you, "((Do you know what a bug is? A bug is a flaw in the code.
Violet was coded to not hit through shield. Nature does not break shield. While
yes, it may be somewhat imbalanced, it is far from a bug."

Lame. It'll be fixed soon enough.