"A FIGURINE OF A FEMALE FAELING MUST DIEEEEEEEEEE!", Ragniliff screams.
A figurine of a female faeling says, "Yea? How about this - you lay down and let me slit your throat,
and we'll go ahead and call it a day."

Ragniliff swings a dirty old bastard sword at a figurine of a female faeling. Ragniliff cuts her,
leaving a messy gash.
Ragniliff has scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
The blade shears through a figurine of a female faeling's body, coming clean through the other side
with a strangely quiet swish. She appears momentarily surprised, before her eyes glaze over in death
and she collapses to the ground.
A figurine of a female faeling has been slain by Ragniliff.
A noisy clockwork yoyo catches the corpse of a figurine of a female faeling with its spin and draws
it up into Ragniliff's hands.

It was funnier when Alacardael died to a figurine, and we thought for a moment he was killed in Serenwilde because both places have a room called 'a cluttered laboratory.'

People dying is rarely funny.

Correction, people dying is always funny to -someone-.

Ragniliff swings a dirty old bastard sword at a figurine of a female faeling. Ragniliff cuts her,
leaving a messy gash.

I was going to add "in a game" but then I remembered, there really are some evil people in the world. If the death is weird and random, it can be pretty funny admittedly.

Description plz?

This ugly old bastard sword looks as though it has been everywhere and
seen it all. The dull iron edge is riddled with chips and cracks, with
some scars extending far enough to warp the fuller. The stone hilt has
blackened with age and lack of care, and the worn leather grip peels and
crumbles away near the pommel. Dirt, grime, ichor, and blood have
discoloured the blade in a patchwork of smears and stains, resulting in
a sticky tarnish that can never quite come clean.
It weighs about 10 pounds.

(Moondancers): Ryylaet (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Yeah. I just want
more seekers to orient!"
(Moondancers): Ryylaet (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Orient...
orientate.. Orientiate.. I dunno."
(Moondancers): Sylphas (from the Aetherways) says, "You make them more eastern?"
(Moondancers): You say, "Ahaha!"
(Moondancers): Aubrey (from the Aetherways) says, "Cieollo seemed cool though."
(Moondancers): Sylphas (from the Aetherways) says, "I'm going to grab some and occident them."

A sprite bound in shadows flits back and forth for a few moments, leaving a
trail of shadow behind her.



You purse your lips, deep in thought as you contemplate a sprite bound in
shadows.

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "Have you something to say, little
one?"

Bowing her head, A sprite bound in shadows says, "None, my Lady-Queen."

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "You seem to be more active than you
are wont. What is on your mind?"



You raise an eyebrow at a sprite bound in shadows.

Looking slightly panicked, A sprite bound in shadows says, "Nothing at all,
m'lady."

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "Then calm yourself. You are not to
flit about in the fashion of the gaily deluded sprite servants of Moon."

A sprite bound in shadows offers a bow as the shadows around her seem to
tighten.

A sprite bound in shadows says, "As you command, my Queen."

You stare coldly at a sprite bound in shadows.

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "Before you withdraw into your
silence."

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "Tell me of your life before your
great enlightenment in beautiful Mother Night's embrace."

A sprite bound in shadows makes to speak, but pauses as if considering her
words carefully for a second time.

You have emoted: Rancoura raises her eyebrow yet again, calling the state of
her patience into question.

Coolly, you whisper, "Keep naught from me, little Fae."

The shadows around her briefly obscuring her features, A sprite bound in
shadows says, "I banish such memories from my thoughts, Lady Queen. I recall
only my tah'vrai to great Mother Night and my joy in serving it as is proper."

You whisper to a sprite bound in shadows, "And what have you learned in Her
embrace? Do you believe that She is changed from what She once was, or is Her
past too far gone for the span of your own life?"

Quietly, A sprite bound in shadows says, "Mother Night is as She always was, of
course. Perfect."

You have emoted: Rancoura studies the sprite closely for a moment, her dark
gaze penetrating. After a moment, a slow, vague smile touches her lips before
fading away to leave naught but a stoic visage behind once again.

You whisper, "Very well, little Fae. Go now. You have served me enough, for
now."

You thank your fae for the service, and bid safe journey back to Faethorn.

Name + Title Chan
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Air Neophyte Thirxtee ON
Prelude Kallar ON
Whelp Leonideas ON
Shadowbound Lullay, Watcher of Shadows OFF
Yourbabydoll OFF
Seren Brave Jacen ON
3754h, 4649m, 5462e, 10p, 16310en, 20180w ex<>-honours yourbabydoll
Yourbabydoll (Female Elfen).
She is 22 years old, having been born on the 24th of Avechary, 270 years after
the Coming of Estarra.
She is unranked in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is a Vagrant in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is surrounded by the Grace of Innocence.
She is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
She is not currently active in any family.

(Disciples of Klangratch): Acrune (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Malicia loves the big bug eyes."

(Disciples of Klangratch): You say, "All those bug eyes.."

(Disciples of Klangratch): You say, "Ew."

(Disciples of Klangratch): Acrune (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'm staring at you with all 600 eyes."

(Disciples of Klangratch): Akyaevin says, "What about that glowbutt? Can't beat the glowbutt."

(Disciples of Klangratch): Acrune (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I dont think boy butts glow ."