Lord Urazial Inseira, Song of the Wyrd says, "Eliron is making me work."

Lord Urazial Inseira, Song of the Wyrd has lost you.

Urazial hums a happy tune.

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "Brother! Stop making my fiance work!"

(The Inseira Gentry): Xenthos says, "Work is good for him."

(The Inseira Gentry): Eliron says, "I'm afraid it's my job, sister."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "Nooo!"

(The Inseira Gentry): Eliron says, "Duty calls and all that."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "But then he's tired when it's my turn!"

(The Inseira Gentry): Urazial says, "Don't worry, darling. I just need to wave
my baton around for a moment to inspire the guild."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "... You're going to do -what-?"

You peer at Urazial unscrupulously.

(The Inseira Gentry): Xenthos says, "Wave his baton. Surely you've seen such
before."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "........................"

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "Hmph! Well, it surely won't inspire the guild."

"Hmph!" you snort at Urazial.

You turn your back on Urazial and pointedly ignore him.

Lord Urazial Inseira, Song of the Wyrd says, "I didn't do anything!"

Urazial mutters discontentedly.

Urazial ceases to wield a wyrden shield of the seasons in his right hand.

Urazial begins to wield the Baton of the Dark Heart in his right hand.

Urazial points accusingly at the Baton of the Dark Heart.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh," you say.

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "Oh... THAT baton..."

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You give Urazial a peck on the cheek.

You say, "I love you, baby?"

You blink before gazing wide-eyed at Urazial, a cherubic smile upon your face.

(The Inseira Gentry): Xenthos says, "It's not like he has another."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, ".... ahem."

(The Inseira Gentry): Urazial says, "Good gods. Well, let's see if I can
maintain a straight face for this thing."

(The Inseira Gentry): You say, "... carry on..."

I wonder if I could get away with waving my baton around.

Just don't point it at anybody, you might poke an eye out.

(Serenguard): Halamir says, "Greetings Ser Shuyin, Warden of the Moonhart, Ascendant of Death, Voyager to the Beyond, Sentinel of the Ancestral Glade, Spiritguide of the Serenguard, Forest Warden of Serenwilde, beloved of Kelysa, Brother to Nejii, Galaphyrae, Azora and Sylphas."

Dust rises up from the roads throughout the Basin, as the thunderous sound of
raging hooves beat upon the hard packed surface along with the sound of booming
grunts and howls.

(Glomdoring): Leiliadhe says, "Are the camel hordes active again?"

(Glomdoring): You say, "I don't know, maybe the mutant wombats!"

(Glomdoring): Garmr says, "Hmm."

(Glomdoring): You say, "I hope the wombats. They gave such good experience..."

Leiliadhe tells you, "There are some things you can learn in life only by
murdering a giant, hostile wombat."

You swing Xos, Fang of the Lioness at an algae-like phycomid. You cut him,
opening up deep lacerations.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
The blade shears through an algae-like phycomid's body, coming clean through the
other side with a strangely quiet swish. He appears momentarily surprised,
before his eyes glaze over in death and he collapses to the ground.
You have slain an algae-like phycomid.
A braineater parasite tumbles out of the corpse of an algae-like phycomid.
A firmly packed snowball tumbles out of the corpse of an algae-like phycomid.

Probably not funny, but I found it amusing.

The evil is spreading! Run for the hills! (The low, snow-free ones anyway)

Melpith Saelth says, "You have eyes, don't you?"

Scarlet Priestess Celina d'Murani says, "One, yes."

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated
skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. The
Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 10 dark nighthags here. Covered in bone armour, a
giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. An ancient and skeletal tree surrounded by bushes of glittering black roses stands tall against the test of time. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. In
the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 19 iridescent spores here. A small stone milestone thrusts up from the ground, engraved with but a single name. A small stone milestone thrusts up from the ground, engraved with but a
single name. Covered in bone armour, a green eyelash viper is slithering about here. Mushrooms are growing here in a perfect circle. A glittering black rose pushes up from the ground here.
You see a single exit leading north.
10423h, 3740m, 5100e, 10p, 31231en, 22246w exkb<>-scan

Your trained eyes scan the surrounding area.
10423h, 3740m, 5100e, 10p, 31246en, 22260w exkb<>-


Glom is completely empty.

Jorn tells you, "It seems like all the melee classes have retarded bashing comparatively."

Apprentice Jorn (Male Undead Master Viscanti).
He is 19 years old, having been born on the 17th of Dioni, 199 years after the Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 502nd in Lusternia.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Serf in the Mighty Dominion of Magnagora.
He is an Itinerant Traveler in the Fellowship of Explorers.
He is a graduate of the College of Necromantic & Tainted Research (honours).
He is considered to be approximately 5% of your might.
He is not currently active in any family.


Heh it took a noob to see how much better melee vrs caster bashing is.

Upgrade bashing for non warriors/monks plz.

We're already pretty good!

I swear, Celest was empty too when I was on the rooftops, waiting to throw a bar of platinum at people below. No one. Anywhere.

http://www.dailyglobal.com/2008/10/blondes...over-brown-dye/

el oh el

Dedicant Angellove, of the Hart (Male Elfen)

Somebody stole my penchant for impossibly difficult to remember/pronounce names.

Kyle car kia.

Or, I just call you Kyle.