Ssaliss:

A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as the Heart of Darkness. In a glorious blaze, an air strike crashes down from above your head as you descend into madness.

Yay?

Maellio:

Fixed to be more cinematic <.=.<

(Murderous Murder): Skye says, "What I want to do is collect a bunch of BT."


(Murderous Murder): Skye says, "And hang around over top of some hopeless innocent bystander."


(Murderous Murder): Skye says, "And wait for The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead. to fire."

(Murderous Murder): Skye says, "And then all swoop down."

Morgfyre, the Legion sticks out a long tongue and licks a master's paint palette.

Zyphora:

Haha, did he absorb the essence of a kindergartner too?

Siam, Onenmaru.
(*) Currently, there are 2 Lusternians on this Plane and 15 on other Planes.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "I suppose I might like
trying out a male part, this time. Especially as I have already portrayed a
female lucidian."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom looks thoughtful and says, "I
wouldn't like to bore audiences by playing similar parts over and over again."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

You say, "Of course, of course. I should like to finally be able to express
myself as the quietly lovesick individual I truly am."

You have emoted: Zyphora dramatically sweeps her crest of feathers back.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom performs a mock-swoon of
admiration, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom smiles and says, "You are loving,
perhaps, but not sick. Perhaps you can imbue the poor lucidian's sad longing
with some of your charm."

You smile and say, "Perhaps."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom adjusts her velvet hat atop her
head feathers at a jauntier angle and practises humming in deep tones.

Affecting a low-pitched voice, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom
says, "I must practise...sounding manly. Manliness. Mmmmmm...manly."

Unable to stop yourself, you laugh out loud.

Irillia grins mischievously at you.

As an innocent suggestion, you say, "Perhaps add a grunt to your inflections."

Looking scandalised, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Oh,
dear. A grunt? Are men truly so uncivilised?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom chokes out a noise that hovers
somewhere between a grunt and a throat-clearing cough.

You have emoted: Zyphora nods solemnly, insisting, "Indeed they are. To be
convincing, you must master the art of the manly grunt."

Snorting in protest, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Hmph.
I don't remember you practising any sort of grunting when you played the male in
my last play!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Unless you are already a
master of this...art..."

With wide eyes, you say, "But I am only a novice actor! I know that as one truly
experienced with the stage and its workings, you would have certainly no trouble
at all mastering the personage of a male character!"

Irillia creases her brow in a frown.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "I...errr...that is..."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Oh, very well. I shall
apply myself to studying this grunting most thoroughly."

Drawing herself up with great dignity, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery
Skybloom says, "Shall we attempt a run-through and see how convincing we are in
our respective roles?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Or do you need to re-
familiarise yourself with the stage first?"

You say, "I think we can attempt a run-through."



Irillia takes on the role Carasoh Cloudsong.

You are now performing the role Sa'kaxi Odathe.
Zyphora takes on the role Sa'kaxi Odathe.

In a deep murmur, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Silvery Skybloom says, "Manly.
Mmmm. Manly."

Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "Doubt is the artist's
constant enemy. It leads one to avoiding even the attempt at accomplishment. Even the worst novel in
the world was difficult for someone to write, and is in itself an achievement for being completed."

Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "Perhaps it is not a work
of art, not yet, but it is a start."

Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "In truth, I fear there are
too many writers who have never dared to even grip a quill in their hands. They are dreamers,
instead. And every writer can be a dreamer, but so few dreamers let themselves write."

You are a merian of notable birth, but are of little worth noting. You entered the Imperial Paladins at a young age, and served adequately as a squire, and eventually as a knight of the Light. You were among those charged with keeping the palace's gates - and for ten years, you have done so well. So many years in service, you have acquired a unique skill - watching. Now the Tainted march on the Imperial Palace, having sacked the Holy City of Celest. The Empire lies in ruins, and our last hope lies behind you - behind the gates you have always kept and protected. As the tainted assault the walls, you must both fight off their thousands and discern who among you is not of the Light - and indeed, infiltrators rank amongst your already thin numbers. You are no great fighter, but you know you can hold your own - your true talent is knowing the comings and goings of others. This time, however, you are not watching the Lord General sneaking into the Imperial Princesses' bedchambers - you are watching to see who approaches others during the fight.

thisismydisplayname:


To arms, potatoes! The time to take over the Basin is now!

Onenmaru:

This made me sad. To arms!

You say, "I'll do what I can but I make no promises. I'm not a God (yet)"

Baron Donato Invictus Sinclair says, "Haha, alright."

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 Terentia's anger.

Donato winces in pain.

You say, "Ok ok, I'll behave."

(Celest): Terentia says, "I just wanted to test if you had ascended into Divinity yet."

A mischievous harlequin stuffs a thick blindfold into her mouth and swallows it whole. With a grin she pats you on the shoulder then reaches for your ear. A minor, irritating sensation runs through you as she sticks a wet finger in your ear and makes an odd, 'OOGYWOOGYBOO!'

Kagato:

I REALLY gotta stop asking for trouble...

Proprietor: Simple earthen-hued trousers.

Greleag:

Why?