Fine, pretend you're choking on a gummybear then.

It doesn't have to replace such a t. That's just generally what it does. The glottal stop is simply the effect of the action.

The Moonhart Mother Tree.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. 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. An odd humanoid shaped tree
stands unobtrusively among the foliage. 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 10
frost hags here. There are 5 centaur hunters here. There are 5 small screech
owls here. There are 3 fierce timberwolves here. There are 2 armoured badgers
here. Neighing softly, a dappled grey horse trots 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. There are 2 white and brown speckled ponies here. There are 2
striped badgers here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here.
A tame wakabi lounges here, preening its feathers without a care in the world. A
giant jovial wombat stands here on all fours. There are 2 bay brown mules here.
Leading deep into the forest, a tangled path twists every which way here. A
hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Mushrooms are growing
here in a perfect circle. Covered in bone armour, a red fox stands here,
cautiously listening to the surroundings. A blank canvas hangs in the air here,
supported by silvery ribbons. A small, official note made of heavy parchment
rests here. There are 5853 firmly packed snowballs here. Surrounded by domothean
death energies, an enormous map of the Catacombs of the Dead stretches across
the open air. A humble song sparrow twitters cheerily here, flickers of
aetherspace around her wings conveying a dizzying sense of scale. Lendren
Starfall is here, shrouded. He wields a mandolin of pale wood in his left hand
and the Ledger of the Spirits in his right. He is surrounded by one reflection
of himself. He is surrounded by eight pale ancestral spirits. Gregori Mes'ard,
Ethereal Guardian is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand.
You see exits leading north, south, and through a path twisting every which way.

No more!

I gotta get me some snowballs!

The new Lusternian anti-depressant!

Esano tells you, "I'm going to go kill Garmr to make me feel happy again."

tell garmr Spar?
Garmr is not accepting tells right now.

(Celest): Alexandrea (from the Aetherways) says, "Hmm, what is holywater used
for?"

(Celest): Lorn says, "Holy type things."

(Celest): Talkan (from the Aetherways) says, "Quenching your unholy thirst."


Celest is cute.

Callia Parayshia, the Winter Flower says, "Just you wait, one day we will all be pawns to High Priestess Empress of Rainbows Ialie."

Your dragons are all big now Esano!

Krackenor tells you, "((your age seems off))"

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You smile impishly and say, "Stop staring Krackenor, Night treats her children well and gifts them with youth."

Krackenor chuckles long and heartily.

Krackenor d'Murani, of the Blasted Sands says, "I see."

Krackenor coughs softly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Krackenor d'Murani, of the Blasted Sands says, "Well, in any case, the necklace is done. Is there anything else?"

You say, "No, thank you very much."

Krackenor nods his head emphatically.

Krackenor d'Murani, of the Blasted Sands says, "Enjoy."

You nod your head emphatically.

Krackenor d'Murani, of the Blasted Sands says, "Now excuse me whilst I remove my foot from my mouth."


Penumbra is definitely my favourite skill.

*saves quote for future blackmail*

Haha, no kidding.

Inquisition need not apply?

Sorry for the mess. I cut and pasted right out of Nexus.

And for those who don't know, Shuri's RP is that he thinks he's female.

You say, "Hello there..."
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Quois grins mischievously at you.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "'ey! ow're ye?"
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'um...h-have we met?
You say, "Um...h-have we met?"
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Quois peers at you unscrupulously.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Ye been knocked on t' head,
boy?"
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wince
You wince in pain.
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'boy?
You say, "Boy?"
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Quois gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Mighty girly lookin' one fer once,
but aye, girl."
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Quois coughs softly.
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Quois shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Aye, boy."
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sigh
You give a pained sigh.
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'r-really?
You say, "R-really?"
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Folding his arms, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Sure a' dung, aye.
Ye really did take a knock on t' head, aye?"
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Cheerfully, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "We'll drag ye down to t'
houses o' virtue, aye, an have them figger it out, aye?"
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scratch
You scratch your head in confusion.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Ye seem ill, I'll pay t' women
wif' my own coin."
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Quois winks knowingly.
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Quois nudges you suggestively.
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'what do you mean by that?
You say, "What do you mean by that?"
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Cheerfully, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Ye've forgotten wenching?
Bloody Nil of a blow, aye?"
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'...w-wenching?
You say, "...w-wenching?"
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'what's that?
You say, "What's that?"
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Shifting and rumbling underfoot, the earth itself trembles in the grasp of vast
Geomantic powers.
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Horrified, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "M'lad, did t' same blow
take yer manhood a' well? Wenchin! Ye know! Investigatin' curves."
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The corners of Quois's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
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Quois nudges you suggestively.
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'um...like...curving Clotho's Lane?
You say, "Um...like...curving Clotho's Lane?"
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Amiably, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Aye, if'n ye feel
poetic."
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blink
You blink.
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'I'm...totally confused...
You say, "I'm...totally confused..."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Like t' curves o' a woman, boy! Ye
really have taken leave o' yer senses."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Ye need a bit o' drink an a
willin' woman ta do unspeakable things ta ye. I know jus' t' place, too."
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Rubbing his hands together, Quois grins with evil satisfaction.
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'I...I have the curves of a woman!
You say, "I...I have the curves of a woman!"
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hmph
"Hmph!" you snort.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "'nough coin, they won't care!"
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'I...
You say, "I..."
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erk
"Erk!" you say with a grimace.
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'I mean, what do we need another woman for? I'm a woman!
You say, "I mean, what do we need another woman for? I'm a woman!"
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Knowingly, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Think I see t' noble girls
dressin' a' Serfs ta sneak down there e'ery once in a while. Ye hear things."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Yer a boy, an a very confused
one, aye? Fer fun, o' course! Gettin' yer jibblies off!"
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Quois nudges you suggestively.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Ye know... like wif' a wife,
but fair bit more fun."
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The corners of Quois's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
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'I still don't know what you mean at all...
You say, "I still don't know what you mean at all..."
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Quois peers at you unscrupulously.
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shrug
You shrug helplessly.
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'I...I'm sorry...
You say, "I...I'm sorry..."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "So when'd ye get t' blow ta
the head?"
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Quois ponders the situation.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Well'n. Where's Amat?"
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'I...
You say, "I..."
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'I've been like this as long as I can remember...
You say, "I've been like this as long as I can remember..."
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'Amatsemaru? I don't know where she is.
You say, "Amatsemaru? I don't know where she is."
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Skeptically, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Sure ye have."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Aye, yer wife."
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(Magnagora): Thoros (from the Aetherways) says, "Farewell, Engine."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "'ow else did ye father
children, ya berk?"
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Shifting and rumbling underfoot, the earth itself trembles in the grasp of vast
Geomantic powers.
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'my children are adopted!
You say, "My children are adopted!"
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Doubt tha'. Na' wif' a woman
like Amat 'bout!"
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Quois nudges you suggestively.
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'what the Nil are you talking about??
You ask, "What the Nil are you talking about?"
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Dun know wot hit ye in t'
head, but yer a lad. Always 'ave been. We used ta jest 'bout hittin' t'
whorehouses an wenchin'"
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Quois peers at you unscrupulously.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "An now ye look halfway girl an
lost yer senses an yer manly appetites!"
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Looking downtrodden, Quois sadly shakes his head.
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er
Interesting...
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'er...
You say, "Er..."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Jus' na ri'"
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Na'a ri' a' all."
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'I...I'm sorry?
You say, "I...I'm sorry?"
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The first faint feelings of exhaustion prick at your consciousness.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says to you, "Bleedin' Nil. Go find yer
jibblies, aye? Talk ta' Amat."
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Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Quois makes a quiet clicking noise.
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'jibblies...?
You say, "Jibblies...?"
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Musta taken one bloody stone ta the
head."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Ye know."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "T' beans."
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shake
You shake your head.
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "T'rocks."
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Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Yer balls."
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Quois coughs softly.
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'...huh?
You say, "...huh?"
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Throwing up his hands, Brother Quois, Prophet of the Voice says, "Ask yer
parents, lad! Or Amat."

Have I ever told you, or anyone else, not to use it?

Freaking Quois. He's awesome.

Badass. Awesome accent.

I must meet this Quois.