(The Daughters of Attai): Arix says, "Yes, the five Supernals:Slappy, Stinky,
Gropey, Snuggly and Fred."
(The Daughters of Attai): Arix says, "Ignore that."

With a smirk, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to you, "Obviously because she's rude and arrogant. Then again, I suppose if we beat her enough she'll calm down."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest blinks, shrinking away slightly. "Beat?!" she echoes, her voice rising in alarm.

Waving her hand, you say to Sadhyra, "He jests."

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest lets out a long breath, nodding slowly. "Beatings are...not ideal..." she says, almost meekly.

With a calculated tone, you ask, "Then let's not earn any?"

With a wry smile, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to Sadhyra, "But they are entertaining."

You nod your head at Daedalion, showing your acceptance.

Sadhyra, Thrum of the Forest gulps loudly, with an audible swallow. "I won't earn any," she promises, her eyes wide and solemn.

You shriek in agony and pain, and know your forest shrieks with you. You sob
tears of shadows, and the stars themselves dim before your dark wrath, your
sadness, your loss. You draw close, and you know the shadows that writhe about
the forest floor are your own, as all shadows are. Yet nothing of your power,
nothing of your beauty, matches your emotion - your rage, your anger, your pain.
You pull into your arms the rotting and scabrous body of an elfen crone, her
tortured form lifeless and empty. A piercing, hollow emptiness stares up from
within the half-rent hood, gazing out of once living eyes.

(Glomdoring): Lumberth says, "Holy crap you can buy bras here!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yes you can... everyone needs thar undergarments.

EDIT:

MOAR

(Shadowmaze): Lumberth says, "Damb, a corset and panties too... these creatures have an interesting thought proccess."

Lumberth, Murmur in the Dark (Male Trill)

{Spam generated by a Mass Succor}

Albel is:
Albel currently has 2520 out of 2520 health.
confused.
paranoid.

{movement spam}

Proprietor: Mother Janalon y'Kaliath, Merchant of Sorrows.
--------(Item)-------(Description)----------------------------(Stock)-(Price)-


chervil: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 337 15gp
arnica: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 1372 15gp
wormwood: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 977 15gp
coltsfoot: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 604 15gp
yarrow: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 649 15gp
calamus: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 868 15gp
horehound: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 762 15gp
marjoram: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 977 15gp
reishi: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 1110 15gp
myrtle: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 450 15gp
kafe: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 1068 15gp
earwort: 25gp each, 23gp over 50, 21gp over 100 131 25gp
pennyroyal: 15gp each, 13gp over 50, 11gp over 100 800 15gp
-
You pay 30 sovereigns and receive a group of 2 pennyroyal bunches.

You request a blank letter, and are handed one promptly.
-
Page Albel, of the Armies of Light (Male Human).
He is 32 years old, having been born on the 17th of Vestian, 194 years after the
Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 925th in Lusternia.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Landloper in the Fellowship of Explorers.
He is a graduate of the Empyreal Academy.
He is a member of the clan called 'Starleaf-Caelicus.'
His motto: 'Alexandrea is my Princess.'
He is considered to be approximately 5% of your might.
He has been engaged to be married to Ecclesiar Alexandrea Starleaf-Inalai for
121 months.
He is not currently active in any family.
-
You put a group of 2 pennyroyal bunches into an elegant white letter.
You hold no more a group of 2 pennyroyal bunches.
-
You address the letter to Page Albel, of the Armies of Light, and immediately a
harried-looking woman comes out to take it from you. She whistles, and a jet
black crow comes flying into the room. The woman attaches the letter to the
crow's leg, and it speeds away.
-

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the
lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot
pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin
to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness
of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.
-

{Quite some time passes as I go about my my normal routine thinking nothing of it}

-

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted
booms, "Let it be known that this day, with Our most glorious blessing, Page
Albel of the Paladins has been bound with Alexandrea - and yes, the bride was
willing, her father has assured Us - in a union of love, with the Light as its
witness. Let it be known that this day is the last of many, and the beginning of
many - together they shall know the bountiful blessings of the Light, and
together they shall know a beauty and glory that transcends life and Creation
itself!"

-

Revan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "You guys need me?"


Ceren says, "No."


Ixion says, "Yes Revan, you complete me."