(Celest): Lorina says, "Any bookbinders I can pester for a bit?"

(Celest): You say, "Nope, not at all."

Lorina suddenly stands stock still, then suddenly spins on her heel, appearing disappointed when she sees nothing.

(Aeromancers): You say, "I want my axe back by noon!"

(Aeromancers): You say, "It's eleven in the morning now."

(Aeromancers): You say, "Chop chop. Hah. Get it?"

You have emoted: Phoebus glances at her watch speculatively.

The hands on a lucid watch of gleaming crystal read about half past noon.

(Aeromancers): You say, "Too late."

(Aeromancers): You say, "What's the point of deadlines if they're just ignored?"

(Aeromancers): Kepthira says, "Archmage, are you talking to someone in the Aeromancers?"

You tap your foot with mild impatience.

(Aeromancers): You say, "Yes."

(Aeromancers): Kepthira says, "Ah."

Rodngar tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You say, "My axe."

You say, "I would like it back."

"Uhh..." stalls Rodngar.

You say, "Anyone have any body parts on them? Detached ones, mind."

Ushaara shakes his head.

You say, "So much for that idea."

You say, "How am I supposed to be a creative problem-solver if I can't send someone body parts until I get my axe back?"

You ponder the situation.

You point your staff at a rotund piebald pigeon, and electricity crackles across its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into a rotund piebald pigeon in an explosion of cobalt sparks.
Electricity coursing through his body, a rotund piebald pigeon finally collapses in a twitching heap.
You have slain a rotund piebald pigeon.
Your mind propels the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon into your hands.

You give the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon to Fata Morgana, the living mirage.

Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni, DI-V283 says, "Send that to him."

You nod your head at Rodngar.

Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni, DI-V283 says, "Tell him he's next."

Rodngar nods his head at himself.

You say, "Deliver to Shamarah."
Fata Morgana, the living mirage wavers thoughtfully before enveloping the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon within a cloud of rainbow mist and dissipating into the air.

Reality seems to adjust itself as Fata Morgana, the living mirage slowly flickers back into view, her task complete.

You tell Cloud Minder Shamarah, "A pigeon will die every hour until my demands are met!"

Shamarah tells you, "Say what now?"

You tell Cloud Minder Shamarah, "My axe, good sir, you are holding it hostage."

Shamarah tells you, "Oh!"

You tell Cloud Minder Shamarah, "I suppose I have to stop killing pigeons now."

Shamarah tells you, "I mean, you can keep doing that if you really want to."

You tell Cloud Minder Shamarah, "Well, if you insist."

You point your staff at a large white pigeon, and electricity crackles across its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into a large white pigeon in an explosion of cobalt sparks.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
Electricity coursing through his body, a large white pigeon finally collapses in a twitching heap.
You have slain a large white pigeon.
Your mind propels the corpse of a large white pigeon into your hands.

You give the corpse of a large white pigeon to Fata Morgana, the living mirage.

You say, "Deliver to Shamarah."
Fata Morgana, the living mirage wavers thoughtfully before enveloping the corpse of a large white pigeon within a cloud of rainbow mist and dissipating into the air.

Reality seems to adjust itself as Fata Morgana, the living mirage slowly flickers back into view, her task complete.

Shamarah gives a single-bladed iron woodcutter's axe to you.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Shamarah looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Shamarah gives the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

You give a single-bladed iron woodcutter's axe a compassionate hug.

Shamarah begins to wield the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon in his right hand.

Shamarah walks up into the sky, as though upon invisible stairs.

The corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon comes falling down from above to land with a 'THUMP.'

Shamarah descends from above, as though walking upon invisible stairs.

Cloud Minder Shamarah says, "It doesn't fly!"

You say, "I may have broken it."

Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni, DI-V283 says to Shamarah, "Have you checked to ensure nothing is tied to it?"

Shamarah creases his brow in a frown.

Cloud Minder Shamarah says, "Oh well."

Shamarah nudges the corpse of a large white pigeon suggestively.

Shamarah looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Cloud Minder Shamarah nudges the corpse of a large white pigeon with his foot.

Shamarah shrugs helplessly.

You nudge the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon with your foot, checking for signs of life.

You say, "You're doing it wrong."

"You're dead," Ushaara informs the corpse of a rotund piebald pigeon, sounding amused but strangely serious.

Cloud Minder Shamarah says, "Man, whatever."

Shamarah begins to wield the corpse of a large white pigeon in his right hand.

Shamarah tosses the corpse of a large white pigeon to you, and you catch it nimbly.

Shamarah's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You pat the corpse of a large white pigeon in a friendly manner.

You say, "There there."