Only cannibals if it's the same species!

With the amount of inbreeding and humanism in the basin, who's to say?

Frost-touched Phoebus Skyplume, the Wind's Chill says, "Casilu, you stupid nut. You and I both know that you are full of delicious ideas. Call back to calling you a nut: you are a nut with a particularly hard shell, protecting the tasty inspiration nougat in the centre."

Similar to a large winged lizard, the wyvern has a powerful set of clawed hind legs and two smaller
front legs. Her $WINGS span wider than she is long, and muscles ripple up and down her body. This
wyvern is $BODY and has a long powerful tail. Upon a sinuously long neck, rests the wyvern's
serpentine head, with powerful jaws filled with sharp teeth. Her surprisingly expressive eyes are
$MIND. $SPIRIT.
A $BODY wyvern with $WINGS appears to lack strength.
She weighs about 1875 pounds.
She is loyal to Junior Fellow Aithera, MTS.
A $BODY wyvern with $WINGS is holding:
Nothing.


I am mildly disturbed.

(e) 7203h, 5556m|99%, 104e%, 10p, 97w%, 100e% (dbk)-
Fillin pales and his skin wrinkles, as Enoch becomes stronger and more hale.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Fillin drops a stalk of faeleaf.
(e) 7203h, 5556m|99%, 104e%, 10p, 97w%, 100e% (dbk)-

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The Stairs of the Last Nine. (road).
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth.
You see exits leading up, down, and in.

You say, "Ew."

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.


(I stand here for a few minutes because I was working on something, and then...)


Veyrzhul puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Veyrzhul spins slowly around in a circle and water bubbles up from the ground, flooding the area.

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

"Pssshhhh..." you say.

Veyrzhul peers about himself unscrupulously.

Veyrzhul spins slowly around in a circle and water bubbles up from the ground, flooding the area.

You say, "Nope."

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

Veyrzhul spins slowly around in a circle and water bubbles up from the ground, flooding the area.

You say, "It looks better cloudy."

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

Veyrzhul spins slowly around in a circle and water bubbles up from the ground, flooding the area.

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra says, "Wet!"

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

Veyrzhul spins slowly around in a circle and water bubbles up from the ground, flooding the area.

You say, "No way!"

You say, "I just put the fire out here."

Veyrzhul spreads his arms out wide and you watch in amazement as the terrain changes to that of aether.

You squint your eyes and study each part of the environment here.
An illusion of an aether environment melts away.

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra says, "Wet."

Veyrzhul spreads his arms out wide and you watch in amazement as the terrain changes to that of aether.

You say, "At least make it something better than aether."

You say, "Like jungle."

You say, "Jungle is pretty good."

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra says, "Aether is good!"

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra says, "You feel like in a ship."

You say, "No, no! You have to consider aesthetics!"

You say, "Jungles? Jungles are wet."

You say, "Aether, is not wet."

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra locks into the command chair.

Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra says, "Pew."

You say, "Oh no, look, I'm imploding your ship."

You squint your eyes and study each part of the environment here.
An illusion of an aether environment melts away.

Veyrzhul spreads his arms out wide and you watch in amazement as the terrain changes to that of aether.

Veyrzhul puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Veyrzhul begins to tumble towards the down.

You squint your eyes and study each part of the environment here.
An illusion of an aether environment melts away.

You take a deep breath, then slowly breathe out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

You sweep the air with your hand, allowing your spirit to merge with the clouds around you, becoming one with the location.

You weave a large illusion across the terrain, forming it to appear as jungle.

You begin watching who enters and leaves your demesne.

touch mandala
You hold the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bow your head and instantly feel the pull of the Collective of Hallifax. A great collage of chaotic and wild colours flash across your vision, slowly growing outwards to reveal a magnificent fractal design. As your mind slowly comprehends the grand scheme of harmony and order, you awaken from your trance to find yourself standing within the Central Transphenortex Directorate.

Veyrzhul enters your demesne.

You tell Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra, "Victory!"

Veyrzhul tells you, "Humm."

Veyrzhul tells you, "There's a tree in my ship."

You tell Droplet Veyrzhul Val'Andra, "I did some redecorating."

Someone powerful's divine voice echoes across the land, "BABIES!!"

Someone powerful's divine voice echoes across the land, "BABIES!!"

Whimsical Conductor, Pesukaru Lunarose, Avatar of the Sidereal shouts, "I."

Whimsical Conductor, Pesukaru Lunarose, Avatar of the Sidereal shouts, "Would rather not."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "You'd rather not what, Progeny of Bollikin?"

Whimsical Conductor, Pesukaru Lunarose, Avatar of the Sidereal shouts, "Have a few children, Lady Terentia. They are noisy and small, unlike myself."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "I suggest cutting their throats. It ends the noise."

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "Is this not what furrikin do? Have lots and lots of children? Or is this only restricted to subspecies like rabbits and gerbils?"

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of Kalikai reveberates, "Hey, Bluebells. You sound like you would make an awesome mom."

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "And, of course, Doman. One cannot forget how often Doman tries for children."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "I kill things without prejudice and enjoy it. Why in the name of Yudhe would you think to trust Me with annoying things that scream and wet themselves and expect them to live?"

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "Now now, Terentia. You enjoy senseless slaughter about as much as you do fluffy pink creatures grabbing at your ankles mewling for affection. Needlessly said, We do not wish to bring you to that bubble again..."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "Don't make Me ground Lyreth to a hundred years of sword practice and no free time for...socializing.., Eventru."

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "There is plenty of sword practice without you."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "..By Yudhe... Kalikai, Eventru is taking away all the whiskey."

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of Kalikai reveberates, "WHAT?!"

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "Yes. Terentia has drank more than half of it - We must keep it safe for you."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "He said he needs it to be with Lyreth."

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "As We said, she keeps drinking it all. An easy means of distraction, though..."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "If I have to listen to you all day, of course I need it."

Apprentice to the Archmage Zygot shouts, "Break the kegs!"

Undermarshal Dartien, Spiritual Almoner shouts, "Get em' My Lady!"

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted booms, "Ah, look at the time! Here, Terentia - hold these casks of Kalikai's whiskey."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament, "Oh, I know where to put them.."

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of Kalikai reveberates, "Bluebells, for shame. I have some excellent tea for you.."

Morbo says to Arte, "SOMEBODY STOLE YOUR SHORES."

Morbo says, "And shoes."

Morbo says, "You are missing both shores and shoes."

You say, "His shores! I didn't know you owned any beaches."

Morbo says, "Well, how could you tell without any shores."

You say, "Well I guess you don't now."

Shifting Current Arte Skyplume says, "You're my beach."

Morbo gags and sputters.

You narrow your eyes at Arte in an unnerving manner.

Arte gives you a peck on the cheek.

You say, "Well you're a shore."

Shifting Current Arte Skyplume says, "We can't fjord to speak this way in public, Archmage."

(House Aurendil): Veyrzhul says, "I wish you could temper legs."

(House Aurendil): Veyrzhul says, "You know."

(House Aurendil): Veyrzhul says, "If you fight with amputated legs, that should count as unarmed combat and not be affected by parry or rebounding."

(House Aurendil): Aison says, "..."

(House Aurendil): Aison says, "Lol!"

(House Aurendil): Kelly says, "Go ahead and propose a new weapon spec."

Unarmed...

Unhand that leg, sir!

Trouble is afoot.