Lend me a dagger and I will. *'-'

I'm buying 250 credits tomorrow. Pay me back 375, and we have a deal.

Really? For sure, thank you.
I would buy some now, but I'm strapped for cash.

You say, "60000!"

Melville gives 600 gold sovereigns to you.

Opening his mouth wide, Melville gapes in wonder.

You say, "Give it up!"

Melville gives you a compassionate hug.

Unblooded Melville d'Murani says, "Worth 59400."

You frown and say, "I don't like hugs."

Unblooded Melville d'Murani says, "You're so pretty when you're angry!"

Unblooded Melville d'Murani says, "And that's like... all the time."



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Melville recharges a Scroll of Protection from an energy cube.

Melville recharges a dark crown with silken webs from an energy cube.

Melville rubs up against you affectionately.

Melville coughs softly.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Unblooded Melville d'Murani says, "That was a mistake."

Picking up the rose wasn't shown due to this person being hidden, only that line.

Redundant?

Flirting FTW.

I'm glad you approve of Fizzgig!

Xavius tells you, "(Silly boy, ninjas come from Magnagora. Gloms are just emos happy to get any attention.)"

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion forces a smile, leaning to his right side
closing his eyes in pain.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You ask Grigoloth, "What have you been doing?"

Sparkle Weaver Kiriwe y'Kaliath, Rainbow Singer says to Grigoloth, "Are you ok?
You seem like you're in pain of something."

Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion says, "I feel something different inside,
like something is trying to grow.....or come out."

Kiriwe blinks.

Sparkle Weaver Kiriwe y'Kaliath, Rainbow Singer says, "You prolly just have to
poop."

As you stare at Kiriwe, your eyes widen slightly and the corner of your right
eye starts to tic uncontrollably.

Druidess Mihewi y'Kaliath, Ethereal Wanderer exclaims to Kiriwe, "Kiriwe!"

Dunno why, but staring at that made me giggle a lot. Oh, the incongruity...

You're just jealous that you don't have a fully coordinated bunny rabbit outfit.

I know I am.

I like the crow pyjamas better.

(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "Aison?"
6193h, 6240m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
Aesthete Olaron says, "Before I pass out. Again."
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "What are you doing?"
(The Exalted Court): You say, "Yes?"
(The Exalted Court): You say, "I am standing at the Pool."

6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
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.
6193h, 6240m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
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.
6193h, 6240m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
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.
6193h, 6240m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
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.
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "Where are you now?"
Aesthete Olaron says to Feesh, "And I should hit you again for tha--."
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
Feesh blinks.
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
Olaron blinks incredulously at you.
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
Aison blows out a puff of smoke with a glare.
6193h, 6165m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
Feesh stares implacably at you.
(The Exalted Court): You say, "I'm at the Pool."

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.
6193h, 6240m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-

(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "And now?"

(The Exalted Court): You say, "Still at the Pool."


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.

(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "And now?"

(The Exalted Court): You say, "Fine."


One of your reflections has been destroyed! You have 0 left.
You fling your Hermit tarot to the ground. Upon contact, it explodes in a great
flash of technicolour light.
You vaguely make out a large, square doorway of light and you step through it.
An inner chamber.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and down.

(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "Where are you, dear?"
6193h, 6128m, 5943e, 10p ek<>-
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
6193h, 6128m, 5943e, 10p exk<>-
(The Exalted Court): You say, "Hunting."
(The Exalted Court): Eventru says, "Good!"
(Celest): Eventru says, "Just giving Our sweet Hand a bit of a push in the right
direction."
(Celest): You say, "Push is an understatement. My garments are ruined."
Celest): Eventru says, "Shall We instead drop you in Fain's bed?"
(Celest): Eventru says, "You think your garments are soiled now."

guild status
You have approximately 0 hours and 0 minutes of online experience left before graduating from novicehood.

You are considered a freshman novice in the guild and can fully recover lessons upon forgetting guild skills.
You have completed all the collegium quests of the Shadowmaze.
1495h, 1969m, 2190e, 10p, 3807en, 8975w ex-

Congratulations! You have graduated out of guild novicehood.
1495h, 1969m, 2190e, 10p, 3817en, 8975w ex-

Woah. I have great timing?

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "The only true shame, Charune, is you found your way back from the Void - not once, but twice."
Sohei Shaddus Mes'ard, Cenobite Artisan shouts, "I agree."
The sound of an arrow being released echoes across the land, followed by a single flash of silver streaking through the heavens.
Sohei Shaddus Mes'ard, Cenobite Artisan shouts, "Wait, ignore that."
You tell Sohei Shaddus Mes'ard, Cenobite Artisan, "HAHAHA."
Shaddus tells you, "Misread that, I thought it was Charune shouting that at Eventru."

Probably for the best.

Piece of conversation about joining mag.

During the recent Celest funfest:


Death by spam. Stopped his heart. Yep, I'm a griefer.