Sadie's stealing mah gimmick!

The Tower of the Aureate Libertine.
A rounded floor of crystal forms the apex of this tower, muted lights of deep golden hue dancing within the ankle-deep carpet of fragrant steam that obscures the surface underfoot. Walls and windows are absent from the tower's perimeter; a low balustrade of glimmering crystal flecked with topaz is all that protects the unwary from stepping into space. In every direction, the deep violet sky extends, painted with cool shades by the twinkling, beautiful light of the stars that dominate the firmament. Directly above, the stars seem to sparkle and dance, mingling in the outline of a celestial bumblebee. At the tower's centre, the crystalline floor falls away into a spiral stair, offering descent once more into the Temple's depths. The Throne of the Starlit Verse rises here, pinpoints of incandescent light circling about it in a slow orbit. Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil is here. She wields a wooden club in her left hand and the Ledger of the First Chief Directorate in her right.
You see a single exit leading down.

You say, "How do we exit from here, so just in case I get lost."

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Ilyssa ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Well, there's an easy way and a hard way."

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Lord Lyreth reminded me of the easy way."

(Fledglings of Verse): Shric (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'm skeptical that an aethership would have use for the Order, though."

A melodious voice laces through the air, "I am willing to bet that Nicholo would prefer the hard way."

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Me too."

You ask, "... I prefer the less rigid one?"

You scratch your head in confusion.

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Well this way is faster."

You say, "The hard way?"

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "It involves His throne."

Ilyssa tells you, "Don't sit in it."

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"throneA1650" the Throne of the Starlit Verse
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You say, "... I was JUST about to."

You utter a deep, rumbling laugh at Ilyssa.

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "It's a very nice throne, wouldn't you say?"

A melodious voice laces through the air, "feel free."

Ilyssa snickers softly to herself.

Immediately standing upright, moving his bottom from landing onto the throne, you ask, "... wait, I may?"

Ilyssa hums innocently to herself.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You sit yourself down on the Throne of the Starlit Verse and make yourself comfortable.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Ilyssa blinks.

A lilting melody slowly grows in the distance, followed shortly by a strangled cry of rapture.
A wash of Divine song manifests around you, the lilting melodies coaxing your intangible spirit from your mortal frame. You submit to the beauty of the song of the Sidereal Prince, shedding your life with an ardent cry.
You have been slain by Lyreth.
A firmly packed snowball falls out of your inventory.
A firmly packed snowball falls out of your inventory.
A firmly packed snowball falls out of your inventory.
A firmly packed snowball falls out of your inventory.



You are dead, perhaps you should "Pray for Salvation".

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Aha."

(Cantors): Senna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Eep?"

You say, "... or not."

Ilyssa pats you in a friendly manner.

(Celest): Senna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Nicholo down?"

Striking wood notes accented with a bright, fresh fragrance drifts on the breeze away from Ilyssa.

You say, "What do I do, now."

(Celest): Callise (from the Aetherways) says, "Yeeaahh... I'd say so."

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Conglutniate?"

(Fledglings of Verse): Lyreth says, "I would dearly like to remind you all that My throne is Mine."

You say, "... throne would be too pretty."

You say, "... no idea how to do that."

You say, "I suppose I pray."


(Fledglings of Verse): Shric says, "Thrones are thrones!"

Ilyssa Ama'nar'isil says, "Is there anyone who could Ressurect you?"

*PRAYING AND DEATH STUFF*

(Fledglings of Verse): You say, "He said I could!"

So that was what that was about! I missed the deathsight.

Syl didn't die when she sat on the Throne, but she was the first person to do so, and just got a serious warning. Something like "soul almost ripped from body."

Probably didn't help that she explicitly said DON'T SIT ON THE THRONE in her Order post afterward though. I mean, the moment you say "Don't do this," people...do.

(The Swarm): Crek says, "I am frightening. I know."

** In hopes of testing a fix to the arenas, we've set the fee to the Avenger arena to 0. Spar spar spar! **



you heard them. Go!

I was a victim of that bug.

It made me sad because I'll never be able to have all my beasts out at once again.

(Clan): Shiawase says, "I, I, love little girls they make me feel so good."

I have way too much executive control.

From a non-Lusternia IRC channel

person tells you, "Men get irritable if you choose to sleep for months at a time."

person tells you, "But in reality alchemy is all I hae."

person tells you, "Have rather."

You tell person, "I can usually wait."

You tell person, "And I don't mind helping out."

person tells you, "When it comes down to it, you and Ssaliss are likely the two most important men
in my life."

person tells you, "That is, I speak to you more than anybody else."

You tell Ssaliss n'Kylbar, Shepherd of the Devout, "Person said we are the two most important men
in her life. All together now, Awwww."

Ssaliss tells you, "Awww."

How things really work in Hallifax:

(The Dawneye Tribe): Ayden says, "Anybody know a good place to buy silk?"
4414h, 4931m, 3786e, 10p, 19490en, 19490w esSix-


(The Dawneye Tribe): Neos says, "China."
4414h, 4931m, 3786e, 10p, 19490en, 19490w esSix-

There were much better things said, but hee.


Edit:

Just browsing the logs all innocent like:

Except in a move you would be the -bad- guy for being a bureaucrat.. Haven't you ever watched Magnum Force? You want a loud, loose cannon cop who only just barely plays by the rules.

Yes, the Cowboy-Cop.

But hey, movie-Hallifax is clearly a Cowboy-Bureaucracy. The system of rules only barely plays by the rules of the system.

You forgot to make it a "In Collectivist Hallifax" joke.