The 'Quest' III
Session XXIX - Hunting
Organiser's Comment
Heh... the plot got delayed by lots of funny mayhem, but then became funny in itself. Still, good session and a return of that loveable shortie, Lesharn.
Plot Summary
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Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')
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<@Narrator> The group have left A'lure and are heading towards the meeting point - where the Seven dragons will be meeting in a few days. They have stopped in a town for supplies.
<@Narrator> The day is bright and clear, Spring is battling back against the aftermath of Winter.
<@Narrator> A town crier is ringing his bell as loudly as possible bellowing, 'Come one, Come all! Come to the Spring Time Ball!'
רשת Ariea looks at the town crier, 'A ball, that sounds nice.'
רשת Mihndrid nods vaguely, "They're always rather pomp and ceremonious though, really." she adds with a bit of scorn and distaste.
רשת Ariea grins, 'We could liven it up.'
רשת Rue grins at Ariea, excited, "With chaos and fire?!"
רשת Faelnon says matter-of-factly, 'We don't have any time.'
רשת Ariea turns to Rue, 'Er... not what I was thinking.'
רשת Mihndrid smirks at Rue, "Yes Rue, and lots of dead carcasses too. They always make it seem more homey."
רשת Rue 's face falls, "Aw..."
רשת Ariea looks pleadingly at Faelnon, 'Sure we do. It'll be good, dress up, dance and dine with some wine. And the rhyme was not my fault.'
רשת Cyria snickers, "Chaos and fire are always a nice touch"
רשת Rue pokes Faelnon. "You're just sad because no one would want to dance with you."
רשת Mihndrid grins at Rue.
רשת Rue looks around. "When's the ball supposed to be? Tonight?"
רשת Ariea listens to the town crier a bit longer and nods.
רשת Shandor says loudly, coming around the corner but looking behind him, 'I told you, never mention that again!'
רשת Mihndrid says lightly, "I think it might be a fun to relax a bit."
רשת Rue crosses her arms. "So, who has formal attire?" she tugs at her worn down shirt and then looks at everyone else. "It's not like we're really dressed to dance." she smirks.
רשת Shandor spots Faelnon and Ariea together and nearly has a heart attack, 'AAhhhello.' He turns to the others, 'Hey there...'
רשת Ariea asks, 'Who were you talking to?'
רשת Rue waves at Shandor with a smile.
רשת Shandor says, 'No-one, myself.'
רשת Mihndrid grins.
רשת Ariea rolls her eyes, 'Good ol' Shandor.'
רשת Faelnon says, 'You knew you were marrying a crazy person when you did, Ariea.'
רשת Ariea smirks, 'I know, sometimes I just want to give it up, say, you're free, aren't you Faelnon?'
רשת Shandor looks as if he is in the middle of three strokes and a couple of heart attacks for good measure. 'Got- BYE!' He mutters quickly dashing off down the 'train.
רשת Ariea looks at Shandor disappearing, 'That was... Shandor-esque.'
רשת Rue blinks at Shandor. "What's with him?"
רשת Rue sighs. "I'll go check it out. I'll catch up." she says, following after him.
רשת Faelnon shrugs.
רשת Shivayon arrives next to Faelnon and the others, 'What's going on?'
רשת Rue climbs up onto one of the overly sturdy bridges of the train. "Shandor?"
רשת Shandor turns around, 'Oh, hi Rue.'
רשת Mihndrid shrugs, "The usual, inane things."
רשת Shivayon says, 'You people are very, very strange.'
רשת Mihndrid smirks, "Its up for debate."
רשת Faelnon says, 'Well, if you want to go to this ball thing, we should go get ready or something.'
רשת Mihndrid looks up at Faelnon, "Yeah, like Rue said, we're not exactly in stunningly formal attire..."
רשת Ariea looks at Faelnon, 'It isn't on for like... hours. How much time do you need?'
רשת Rue walks over to Shandor. "Why'd you run off like that?" she asks curiously.
רשת Shandor says, 'I'm secretly claustrophobic and everyone together like that freaked me out?'
רשת Rue raises an eyebrow. "We were in a wide open space. Claustrophobia is fear of small places. Try again?"
רשת Shandor says, 'Er...'
רשת Rue rolls her eyes and grabs Shandor's hand. "C'mon. Let's go back with everyone else. There's a dance that's just begging us to attend."
<@Narrator> The ball takes place at a castle that looks half abandoned. A large hall and adjoining corridors have been done up and look stunning. Three chandeliers go along the middle of the ceiling of the hall. There are tables around the sides and at the top and the bottom in cordoned off sections. The rest is a dance area. The 'train is a few minutes away. The group are getting ready.
רשת Shandor shifts his legs uncomfortably, oddly aware that he is half-naked, 'Rue, look, I really can't, I just can't do it.'
רשת Rue says, while twirling a lock of her hair, 'Please, Shandor? I'm desperate...'
רשת Shandor shakes his head, 'Rue, I can't, it wouldn't be...'
רשת Rue kneels down and puts her hands on his knees, 'Shandor, please, I need you..'
רשת Shandor sighs, and resigns, he nods ever so slightly.
רשת Ariea walks down the 'train, running along side her cabin.
רשת Rue bounces to her feet, 'Finally! No-one else will tell me which dress looks better!'
רשת Shandor says, 'Well, you could'a knocked first. Storming in when a guy is changing...'
רשת Rue grins, 'At least you'd already done your pants.'
רשת Ariea enters her cabin and notices Shandor half naked and Rue wearing a dress that could, at best, be described as skimpy.
רשת Ariea 's eyes go wide.
רשת Rue shrieks as Ariea opens the door. "Ariea! No! It's...It's not what it looks like!" She cries.
רשת Shandor jumps to his feet, very thankful it was only his shirt that he wasn't wearing.
רשת Rue blushes and struggles to pull down the tiny dress, failing miserably, as if it were pulled down any lower...well, you get the idea.
רשת Ariea looks at Rue, then at Shandor, then at Rue and says, 'The other dress looks much better, brings out your eyes more, that one...'
רשת Rue attempts to explain herself. "I...that is...we were. What I'm trying to say is...er..." She looks to Shandor for help before looking back at Ariea. "Please don't kill me?"
רשת Ariea is very tempted to add in, 'Shandor seems to love it though.'
רשת Rue 's face goes from bright pink to tomato red.
רשת Faelnon bursts into the room and looks at the situation.
רשת Rue looks at the three and walks towards the door. "I'm going to go finish getting ready..." She stops next to Faelnon, raises an eyebrow and him, grins and walks to her cabin.
רשת Shandor wonders if he thinks hard enough can he set himself on fire.
רשת Ariea bursts out laughing.
רשת Faelnon grins and bursts out laughing also, 'Oh, I'm sorry Shandor.'
רשת Ariea is trying to let her laughter die.
רשת Shandor looks at them curiously.
רשת Cyria walks into the room and looks at Shandor, "Nice outfit you have on"
רשת Ariea explains, 'I saw you two in the window and I couldn't resist, so me and Faelnon decided to have a little fun...'
רשת Shandor grabs his boot and throws it at Cyria.
רשת Rue sits in her cabin, partially trying to sit down in the tiny mini-dress, partially trying to put her hair up.
רשת Rue finally decides that the mini-dress isn't worth the trouble, pulling on the long gown instead.
רשת Isondil gets up out of his bed and begins to get changed
רשת Shandor comes out of his cabin in the tuxedo he wore to another ball, hopefully this time he wouldn't be Robin Banks.
רשת Mihndrid walks to Rue's cabin and knocks lightly on the door.
רשת Rue opens the door, looking much classier now. "Oh, hi Mihnny!" she beams.
רשת Mihndrid takes a step back and grins, "You look lovely, Rue."
רשת Rue looks down and her smile widens. "Really?"
רשת Faelnon comes out dressed in his finest non-blood stained clothes.
רשת Mihndrid nods, "Oh yes, that dress is really quite becoming on you."
רשת Ariea comes out in an elegant ball gown.
רשת Rue grins. "You should've seen the other one. Your dress is great too!" she smiles, pausing to blink at Mihnny's hair.
רשת Shivayon comes out in her finest dress.
רשת Mihndrid laughs, "From what I heard, it was quite..." she pauses, searching for a word. Deciding it isn't worth a trouble, she shrugs and says lightly, noting Rue's glance, "Er, yes, anyway, I wanted to ask a favor."
רשת Rue smiles. "Go for it. I'm all ears."
רשת Foilae is dressed in a tuxedo and is ready to go to the ball.
רשת Mihndrid says, "Do you, er, think you could help me out a bit with my hair? I only really ever do it up one way..."
רשת Rue opens her door a bit wider. "Of course! Come on in. Here, sit in the chair in front of my mirror."
רשת Isondil comes out of his cabin dressed in his finest clothes and draped in a crimson cloak
רשת Shandor walks past Mihndrid and Rue, 'Hello, Mihndrid... Rue.' He coughs and quickly runs away.
רשת Mihndrid grins, pausing to raise an eyebrow at Shandor passing by, before entering her cabin and seating herself in front of the mirror.
רשת Rue blinks at Shandor as he runs past, then shakes her head and walks over to Mihndrid. "Do you have any particular way that you want it done?"
רשת Mihndrid shrugs, "Oh, it doesn't really matter. Whatever you think is nice, you're the expert" she adds with a wink.
רשת Rue thinks for a moment. "We could leave it down and curl the ends, or we could put it up like mine..." she says, pointing to the half-up, tousled ponytail on her head. "or...."
רשת Isondil makes his way to the front of the train
רשת Rue thinks for a moment before brushing out Mihnny's hair. "I think it'd look best all shiny and down and flipped at the ends and pretty." she babbles, spritzing it with spring water.
רשת Cyria walks in and laughs, "Heh nice hair Mihndrid"
רשת Rue glares at Cyria. "Haha,” she laughs dryly, now busy with the ends.
רשת Rue points at the mirror. "What do you think? Want me to do something different? It's up to you."
רשת Mihndrid gives him a smile, "I think its great, thanks!"
רשת Rue smiles. "Thanks!"
רשת Mihndrid hops off the chair and opens the door, "All set?"
רשת Shandor goes to the front of the 'train and wonders what is keeping everyone.
רשת Rue nods. "I have to finish up my hair and make-up, so I'll be out in a minute." she says.
רשת Mihndrid nods and says "See you in a bit then." because exiting and closing the door behind her, heading for the front of the train to meet up with the others.
רשת Rue proceeds to finish up her hair as previously mentioned, and then puts on her makeup.
רשת Cyria walks off the train in her red velvet dress with golden trim
רשת Rue heads to the front of the 'train, looking strangely well-groomed in a dark blue gown, with her hair actually done, as opposed to rugged, dirty, adventuring Rue who couldn't give a damn about being pretty.
רשת Isondil steps off the train lightly
רשת Rue looks around, her face practically glowing with happiness. "Well, are we going?" she asks, excited.
<@Narrator> A band is playing music softly, a few people are claiming tables, a few others are just standing and chatting - some watching the handful of people who are dancing at the moment.
רשת Isondil makes his way over to table and takes a seat
רשת Shandor watches the people dancing.
רשת Faelnon sits down with his drink and just watches everyone.
רשת Rue leans up against a slightly dark wall, watching people dance and enjoying the music.
רשת Ariea is very tempted to grab Shandor and force him to dance.
רשת Mihndrid stands, arms folded, surveying the room around her, not seeming very eager to partake in any of the activates before her.
רשת Shandor thinks that he would dance with Cyria if it weren't for Ariea castrating him right after.
רשת Ariea thinks she needs to order a new tool for castrating.
רשת Isondil gets himself an ale and retakes his seat
רשת Shivayon looks at the dancers and decides that she is definitely not going to join them tonight. She finds an empty table and sits down quietly.
רשת Rue goes from standing to sitting, it having been a while since she had danced.
רשת Rue looks around at the possible dancing candidates. Shandor was at risk of castration, Foilae...well, Foilae was in a wheelchair, there was no way that she was dancing with Isondil. And Faelnon? She suspected that Faelnon had his little secrets, although now could've been a good chance to see if her theory was correct.
רשת Isondil sips his ale glancing around at the other guests
רשת Rue stands up and walks over to Shandor. "I need a favor." she says, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to where Faelnon sits.
רשת Shandor is dragged.
רשת Rue grins at Faelnon. "Care to dance?" she asks.
רשת Faelnon is in drag. Oh sorry, what?
רשת Faelnon stands up, 'Sure, Rue, why not?'
רשת Rue blinks, that not being the response she had expected. She blinks back at Shandor as she and Faelnon head to the dance floor.
רשת Shandor grins at Rue before going to get a drink.
רשת Faelnon dances with Rue.
רשת Isondil finishes his ale and makes his way over to get another
רשת Shivayon asks a waiter where the bathrooms are and takes off down one corridor.
רשת Isondil sets down his ale and retakes his seat
רשת Mihndrid , being very bored and not having examined the entire complex of the huge castle yet, shuffle after Shiva, hoping something interesting will happen along the way.
רשת Shivayon turns and opens a door, it opens onto a dark, cold corridor.
רשת Shivayon says, 'Whoops, wrong door.'
רשת Shandor stands next to Ariea, bows down and kisses her hand, 'Would the madam care to dance?'
רשת Ariea smiles, 'Does it have to be with you?'
רשת Ariea stands up and leads Shandor onto the dance floor.
<@Narrator> There is a sudden rattle from further into the corridor that the two can't see.
רשת Isondil sips his beer slowly
רשת Shivayon looks at the darkness, looks at Mihndrid, then the darkness again and says, 'Hello?'
<@Narrator> Silence.
רשת Shivayon shrugs and closes the door, well, tries to, it gets half stuck. She shrugs and continues on.
רשת Mihndrid frowns slightly, eyeing the door, and slowly turns and follows after Shiva.
רשת Isondil sets down his beer as he has been asked to dance by one of the guests and makes his way out onto the dance floor
רשת Shivayon reaches the bathrooms and goes in, looking at herself in the mirror.
רשת Cyria sits down looking rather bored
<@Narrator> All of the lights in the ball room and adjoining corridors extinguish themselves.
רשת Shivayon looks up at the bathroom light disappears, 'Oh... yay?'
רשת Shandor says, 'I'm guessing this isn't part of the show.'
רשת Isondil looks quite puzzled as he stops dancing and glances around to see what the problem is
רשת Ariea asks, 'There was a show? They never mentioned a sho- never mind.'
<@Narrator> The door to the bathrooms fractures and tumbles inwards.
רשת Shivayon jumps backwards as the door nearly lands on her feet.
רשת Rue steps back from Shandor and looks about curiously, feeling strangely unprotected without her sword.
רשת Faelnon hears a noise and looks towards the corridor Shiva and Mihnny went down.
<@Narrator> The two can't see who caused the door to fall due to the pitch black corridor.
רשת Mihndrid steps back to the side avoid Shiva stepping on her.
רשת Shandor hears the door hit the ground and moves off in that direction.
רשת Ariea follows Shandor nervously.
רשת Foilae decides to stay and keep everyone calm.
רשת Shandor can't see a thing, 'Doesn't anyone have a torch, or anything?'
רשת Rue follows the rest of them, still feeling odd without her weapon.
רשת Ariea nearly bumps into Shandor.
רשת Rue does bump into Ariea.
רשת Rue looks around and pull a few torches from the holders spread out along the walls, handing them out. "That was difficult." she comments dryly.
רשת Rue lights her torch and holds it up, looking around.
<@Narrator> Just as the flames take hold, something knocks the torch out of Rue's hands and extinguishes it, leaving pure, total black.
רשת Rue yelps in surprise.
רשת Shivayon says to Mihndrid, 'Come on, we should find the others.'
רשת Shandor looks around in confusion as he is shoved into a wall.
רשת Mihndrid grimaces, "You first."
רשת Ariea is tripped up a second after.
רשת Shivayon slowly steps into the corridor.
רשת Faelnon looks around, is grabbed around the shoulders and flung through a doorway. He tumbles to the ground.
רשת Mihndrid follows cautiously behind her, looking helplessly around in the endless ebony before them.
רשת Ariea runs, unknowingly, done the corridor Faelnon went down.
רשת Shivayon bursts into a run, hearing noises. She runs down the corridor blindly. She trips up - over Shandor's foot.
רשת Rue attempts to light another torch, but is flung into a wall. She groans and stands. "What the hell is going on?"
רשת Ariea runs into a pedestal which causes a pot to fall. She manages to catch it and decides to use it as a weapon. She hears breathing right behind her, she swings around, yelling and swinging the pot down onto the head of the person.
רשת Cyria says, "Seems like something doesn't like the light"
רשת Mihndrid follows after her at a walking pace, unnerved but strangely calm.
רשת Faelnon had just got to his feet when a pot struck him rudely on the head. He crumbles to the ground again.
רשת Rue is hit by the tripping Shivayon. "Get off!" she snarls.
רשת Shivayon scrambles around in confusion
רשת Ariea realises it is Faelnon from the disgruntled moan. She whispers to herself, 'Whoopsie.' She kneels down and says louder, 'Faelnon! Look what they've done to you!'
רשת Shandor gets to his feet and feels someone grab onto his ankle he swings it furiously.
רשת Mihndrid manages to catch hold of Shiva's sleeve in the darkness and drags her to a standstill, asking loudly, "Does anyone know what's going on?"
רשת Shivayon 's arm is swung about as the hand is gripped onto her attackers foot.
רשת Shandor shouts, 'Get off me!'
רשת Shivayon releases, 'Shandor?'
רשת Rue is smacked in the face by a wildly swinging arm. She kicks at whatever just hit her - hard.
רשת Shandor says, 'Shiv-ah!' He is hit over the head by a swinging arm and trips over Shivayon's legs and smacks his head against the other wall.
רשת Isondil smashes into someone knocking them over
רשת Mihndrid just stands, eyebrows raised in the darkness, listening to the various confused smashes and bangs about the castle, noting if everyone was still and kept quiet they'd get something useful done.
רשת Mihndrid grimaces as she is struck on the shoulder with what felt like a large candlestick, and swivels around to demand who threw it.
רשת Lesharn grimaces.
רשת Faelnon grabs Shandor's shoulders from behind, trying to find someone.
רשת Shandor yelps and swings his fist behind him before elbowing his attacker in the stomach and spinning around to deliver a foot to his knee.
רשת Faelnon lets out a cry of pain and slumps to the floor, arms across his stomach.
רשת Faelnon shouts, 'It's me! It's Faelnon!'
רשת Shandor , who was about to kick the attacker in the face, tries to look innocent before admitting, 'Part of me knew that.'
רשת Lesharn mutters, 'bah, I can barely see from here. What’s going on?'
רשת Shandor shouts, 'Wish I knew!'
רשת Mihndrid sighs, rubbing her shoulder, "Who knows? Will everyone stop killing each other for a minute?"
רשת Shivayon is grabbed around the neck, she kicks and says, 'It's me, Shivayon.'
רשת Lesharn punches wildly and hisses, 'Let go of my satchel!'
<@Narrator> A voice, slightly like a hiss, replies, 'I know...' Before a hand clamps across her mouth.
רשת Rue blinks, although you could hardly tell in the darkness. "Who's here?"
רשת Shandor is punched and tumbles over.
רשת Ariea comes into the main corridor to be knocked over by a tumbling Shandor.
רשת Shandor shouts, from the floor, 'We've got to get back to the ball room.'
רשת Mihndrid sighs, finding a wall and leaning against it. This was becoming just silly.
רשת Isondil avoids by mere luck a tumbling Shandor and moves slowly along the wall
רשת Faelnon charges down an open corridor and shouts, 'It's this way!'
רשת Mihndrid smirks, "And then what? Beat each other up with punch bowls and bottles of ale instead of candlesticks and potted plants?"
רשת Rue heads down the corridor after everyone's voices and footsteps, hoping that it's the correct direction.
רשת Ariea gets to her feet and is knocked over someone, she finds the corridor she thinks to be the one and runs down it.
רשת Lesharn clambers to his feet and starts to follow, dragging a lyre in one hand and a satchel in the other.
רשת Lesharn says, 'Did we leave anyone behind?'
רשת Shandor stays on the ground, being trodden on repeatedly. All too soon he can hear nothing but distance echoing footsteps.
רשת Shandor finds a corridor and runs down it.
רשת Faelnon replies, 'I'm not sure.'
רשת Lesharn sniffs sadly and nothing and everything.
רשת Ariea pauses, she is alone in her corridor, wondering whether to run or stay still.
רשת Lesharn boggles at himself apparently lost in thought.
רשת Isondil hears footsteps in front of him and follows them
רשת Mihndrid yelps as Shandor ploughs into her, thwapping him reproachfully with a nearby object.
רשת Lesharn asks, 'Where does this tunnel lead?'
רשת Shandor is smacked and charges blindly, tripping up somewhere.
רשת Rue calls out, "Hey Shandor. Want to try a torch again?"
רשת Lesharn says, 'Something tells me its not heading for raspberry pie'
רשת Lesharn gulps.
רשת Faelnon hears Rue call out, then listens as a reply doesn't come.
רשת Mihndrid dizzily proceeds in the opposite direction, unknowingly starting down Ariea's empty corridor.
רשת Isondil runs on a little more but can no longer hear footsteps and is alone in the dark corridor
רשת Rue mutters something under her breath and stops. "Who's in this corridor?" she asks, frustrated beyond belief.
רשת Faelnon says, 'Shandor's not here.' He thinks for a moment and says, 'We need to get back to the ball room, it is the only big area and people will find their way back there, they know it is the plan.'
רשת Faelnon says, 'Rue, Rue I'm here.'
רשת Mihndrid smacks into Ariea on her slow, trodding path, and shakes her head, it being a slight awakening from her being bowled over by Shandor's mad dash.
רשת Rue grins at Faelnon, although he wouldn't be able to tell given the pitch-black darkness. "Faelnon the surrogate leader strikes again." she laughs. "Now, are we sure we're heading for the ballroom?"
רשת Ariea manages to remain standing, 'Mihndrid?' she guesses.
רשת Ariea is suddenly knocked over by Shivayon being shoved at her.
רשת Faelnon says, 'I think so.'
רשת Isondil calls out 'Anyone here?'
רשת Mihndrid blinks, and looks up into the inky darkness, "Oh, hello Ariea."
רשת Ariea looks about as she is knocked down and wondering what on earth is going on, she tries to reply to Mihndrid but groans instead, rubbing her head.
רשת Rue nods. "Let's go then, slowly. And try not to beat me up if I barrel into you."
רשת Lesharn steps in a puddle of something and curses his luck, 'Things could only get better'
רשת Mihndrid frowns, feeling the air rush in front of her, and guesses something else unpleasant just happened, that thought being confirmed from Ariea's painful groan, "My, are you alright? What happened?"
רשת Shandor looks behind him to see if anyone is near him before he trips over something.
רשת Ariea says, 'I don't know, what's going on?'
רשת Shandor gets to his feet again and tries to work out what he tripped over before he feels a wet patch on his chest. He touches it with his finger and sniffs the substance - blood.
רשת Mihndrid sighs, shaking her head, "I don't know, but this pitch-blackness really isn't helping."
רשת Shandor reaches down with his hand and hits the head of someone. A someone who won't be moving any time soon.
רשת Rue walks forward, knocking into Faelnon. She grabs his shoulder. "That you?" she asks.
רשת Ariea asks, 'Who hit into me?'
רשת Faelnon twists and turns and falls over before replying, 'Yes.'
רשת Mihndrid blinks, looking around rather uselessly and calls out, "Hello?"
רשת Lesharn stumbles along, discord pours out of his lyre as the strings scrape unforeseen obstacles.
רשת Shivayon groans weakly on the ground a few metres away from the two.
רשת Shandor backs away quickly, further into the corridor, and hits into several chains that are dangling from the ceiling. He yelps and grabs one of them, before twisting uncomfortably and falling onto weak wood.
רשת Rue laughs at the thudding sound, unaware of what's happening in the rest of the corridors. "Need help up?" she snickers.
רשת Shandor gives a yell of surprise as the weak wood cracks under him and disappears, taking him with it.
רשת Faelnon gets up, 'Quite alright, thank you.'
רשת Mihndrid looks towards Ariea, or at least where she supposes where Ariea is and asks, "Was that you?"
רשת Rue leans against the wall while she waits for Faelnon to right himself.
רשת Faelnon goes along his corridor as quickly as possible before running into a staircase down. He doesn't see the first step and crashes down the rest.
רשת Ariea asks, 'What was me?'
רשת Isondil keeps running around looking for the others
רשת Lesharn clears his throat, 'Maybe we should try to find the rest of the group?'
רשת Foilae watches the entry to the corridors, he turns to a waiter and asks, 'What's going on?'
<@Narrator> The waiter looks paler than most dead people, he squeaks and disappears into the crowd.
רשת Foilae says loudly, 'Could someone tell me what the Tarkna is going on?!'
<@Narrator> A small plump man, as pale as the waiter and positively trembling, says, 'I do. This castle was abandoned a long while, because it used to belong to a noble family. They gave birth to twin sons and were delighted.' He stops and peers nervously around.
רשת Lesharn pokes Rue in the ribs, 'Where is this leading us?'
רשת Foilae says, 'Go on.'
רשת Mihndrid looks around to the ashen shadows again, "That noise, it was like a moan."
רשת Rue is poked. "Erm...Hopefully to the ball room. Hopefully." She says. She hears Faelnon go tumbling down the steps. "Graceful!" she calls, following after him.
<@Narrator> He continues after a mouthful of whatever was in his mug, 'When they were twenty-one, they killed the entire household. With vegetable knives in the most gruesome way imaginable. They were locked into dungeons and people, even after what they had done, couldn't kill them, so fed them and tried to reform them.'
רשת Foilae says, 'I'm guessing it didn't work.'
רשת Lesharn pants and sniffs, 'If only my soles weren't full of holes.'
רשת Lesharn hurries along and mutters something about his auntie.
רשת Isondil calls out again 'Anyone here?' while running along
<@Narrator> 'No sir, seven years ago, they broke out, killed two maids before they were chained up and locked away, still in this castle. Bloody fools. This whole party idea was stupid. Something bad was going to happen. I just knew it.'
רשת Ariea tries to yelp has a hand clamps over her mouth.
רשת Lesharn squeals, 'Isondil, is that you?'
רשת Mihndrid asks again, "Ariea? Did you hear it?" oblivious to her current state.
רשת Isondil calls out 'Yes where are you?'
רשת Shandor gets to his feet quickly and looks about - he appears to be in a wine cellar, only, there are other things too.
רשת Mihndrid 's speech is cut short as the same hand covers her mouth and muffles the rest.
רשת Rue looks around despite the darkness. "Same corridor?" she guesses. "Going down stairs, I believe."
רשת Lesharn pipes, 'I got no clue, but someone said make for the ballroom'
<@Narrator> Whoever has caught Ariea, Shivayon and Mihndrid, he blindfolded and gagged them, before shoving them along several corridors. Before they knew what was happening, they were chained up to a wall. Their blindfolds were removed and whoever captured them disappears into the darkness.
רשת Lesharn gets a blueberry from his satchel and comforts himself in his haste to catch up with the rest.
רשת Faelnon gets to his feet and walks along blindly, he hits into something, stumbles away and crashes into a rack of something metallic which falls to the ground making quite a lot of noise.
רשת Isondil says 'I'll try to find you' and runs along the corridor
רשת Ariea looks at Mihndrid, then at Shivayon and struggles against the chains.
רשת Rue grabs another torch from the wall and attempts to light it, this time holding onto it quite tightly.
רשת Lesharn wipes his forehead with his sleeve, eyes darting left and right.
רשת Rue lights the torch and smiles at Lesharn. "Much better." she says, examining the area around her.
רשת Mihndrid tries to sigh, failing sadly at that due to the bunch of cloth stuffed in her mouth, and tries to content herself with letting her head droop to her chest, waiting quietly for whatever might to happen to...umm...happen!
<@Narrator> The torch light illuminates the first thing Faelnon crashed into - two legs. These legs belong to the waiter that swung slowly above, a metal chain wrapped around his neck.
<@Narrator> The light also illuminates what fell to the floor - two swords.
רשת Isondil sees the light and makes for it as fast as possible
רשת Rue drops the torch and whimpers, eyes wide.
רשת Faelnon looks horrified at the body before he bends down and grabs the sword. He looks nervously at the darkness beyond the orb of light.
רשת Rue suddenly realizes what's on the floor and takes one of the swords.
רשת Lesharn smiles at Rue with uncertainty.
רשת Shandor edges silently along a rack with several barrels tipped downwards, towards him slightly, making it impossible to see through.
רשת Rue picks up the torch again with shaking hands. "What's going on?" she wonders aloud.
רשת Faelnon motions for the group to be silent as he edges along a rack with several barrels, with the base pointing slightly up at the group.
רשת Ariea yells, or tries to, as best she can while pressing as powerfully as she can against the chains, they suddenly groan and break. She tumbles to the ground.
רשת Isondil catches up with Rue and the rest and stops suddenly looking at the waiter
רשת Ariea looks up at the other two, shrugs and says, after removing the gag, 'Weak chains?' before hunting around and finding a hatchet. She breaks the chains of the other two.
רשת Lesharn welcomes Isondil with a shy grin.
רשת Shivayon rubs her wrists where the chains had been, 'Well, whatever, I'm glad to be out of those.'
רשת Mihndrid nods thankfully, "Yeah, but where are we?"
רשת Ariea says, 'Well, from what I can tell, it is some kind of cellar, or something, we should try and find our way back up to the group.’ She hands the hatchet to Shivayon before finding a pan to use.
רשת Rue shivers and offers the torch to Lesharn or Isondil.
רשת Shandor hears something somewhere behind the rack. He gets ready to punch whoever it is.
רשת Faelnon can hear something behind the rack.
רשת Isondil takes the torch and says 'Any idea how this happened to the waiter?'
רשת Ariea moves off, ready to swipe at anyone.
רשת Faelnon waves at Isondil to shut up.
רשת Mihndrid takes a small dagger from a strap in her sleeve and follows after Ariea, nervously glancing behind her.
רשת Shandor goes around the corner.
רשת Faelnon goes around the corner and lunges with the sword.
רשת Shivayon follows Ariea, glad to have the hatchet.
רשת Faelnon hits someone, who gasps in pain and collapses to the ground. Faelnon backs away, horrified at what he just did.
רשת Shandor looks down and sees a light twenty metres down, he can just about make out Faelnon's face, as it is turned away from the light.
רשת Ariea moves as quickly and as quietly as possible.
רשת Shandor sees something slink in the shadows and move towards the four.
רשת Shandor charges down, yelling for the other to notice.
רשת Isondil turns around quickly with the torch in hand to see who made the noise
רשת Faelnon looks from the body of a human, roughly looking in his late thirties, towards whoever is shouting. He sees a silhouette moving towards him.
רשת Shandor dives and catches the figure heading towards Faelnon, the two tumble to the ground.
רשת Ariea spots two silhouettes fighting and rushes towards them.
רשת Lesharn steps out of the way with a whimper.
רשת Rue hears a commotion, wishing she could see what was going on.
רשת Faelnon jumps backwards.
רשת Shandor gets to his feet and is attacked by the shadow. He gasps in pain as a blade slices into him, the left part of his abdomen.
רשת Faelnon peers into the darkness, ready to strike anyone with his sword.
רשת Isondil moves his torch up near Faelnon to help him see
רשת Ariea hits one of the silhouettes with her frying pan.
רשת Lesharn panics and strikes blindly with his satchel.
רשת Faelnon can finally see them. Shandor on the ground, a figure standing over him and Ariea hitting the figure with a pan.
רשת Ariea is shoved backwards by the figure.
רשת Shivayon catches with the hatchet.
רשת Rue readies her sword, aware that she is one of the only two people who are actually armed with a weapon other than a kitchen utensil.
רשת Mihndrid takes a surprised step back as Ariea strikes the silhouette, but dives forwards as she is shoved backwards, slashing downwards at the figure with the little knife.
רשת Shandor groans and puts a hand where the blade hit.
רשת Ariea rushes forward again, beating the figure over the head with the frying pan.
רשת Shivayon swings the hatchet, misses the figure, but nearly decapitates Shandor.
רשת Lesharn gasps and slams the figure frantically as it reaches for him.
רשת Isondil uses the torch as a spear and throws it at the figure
רשת Faelnon slashes with the figure, who remains an inch or two out of reach.
רשת Lesharn ‘s lyre breaks, and he cries, 'not again!'
<@Narrator> The light goes out.
רשת Rue is tempted to smack Isondil with her sword, but does so with her hand instead. "That was a great idea." she grumbles.
רשת Shandor can't see the attacker anymore and feels very vulnerable.
רשת Rue is staying out of the fight for now so as not to decapitate any of her friends.
רשת Shivayon backs away a few feet and spins around, hatchet ready to hit anyone who gets too close.
רשת Lesharn falls to his knees trying to find the pieces of his lyre. Lesharn cries out as someone steps on his hand.
רשת Mihndrid continues to stab where the figure was before the light went out.
רשת Faelnon having just stepped on someone’s hand, jumps off and swings horizontally, missing Lesharn.
רשת Isondil rubs his head and says 'Ouch, sorry but I think I got him'
רשת Lesharn rolls over to a corner and huddles himself.
רשת Isondil is knocked over suddenly by the figure and smacks into the wall
רשת Rue crosses her arms. "Wouldn't it be sad if the person they're mauling is someone on our side?"
רשת Shandor gets to his feet, hand clamped over the wound, he is half tempted to slap himself as he bellows a spell.
<@Narrator> Everyone person in the cellar begins to emit a soft white glow.
רשת Rue turns around, seeing that Isondil is now currently being beaten and no one is around to hear her witty comment.
רשת Lesharn 's eyes grow wide with astonishment.
רשת Faelnon looks at his glowing hand, 'Whoa.' he was about to check where the attacker is when a fist smacks him in the jaw.
רשת Rue looks at her arm, then realizes that she can see, and so quickly looks around for the attacker.
רשת Shandor , having no weapon, just shouts, 'Hit!' A few seconds later, he is hit, 'Ow! I didn't mean me!'
רשת Lesharn starts crawling around the floor intently looking for bits of his lyre.
רשת Ariea tries to hide the pan behind her back, 'Whoopsie.'
רשת Shivayon stops spinning and tries to focus on the figure, but is dizzy and ends up being shoved to the ground.
רשת Shandor grabs Shivayon's hatchet as it slides away from her. He gets to his feet and tries to find the figure, 'Would someone just kill him already!?'
רשת Isondil lies on the ground beside the wall blood trickling from the side of his head
רשת Mihndrid shouts back rather indignantly, "Well we're trying Sir Super-Mage!"
רשת Ariea shouts, 'Which one of the glowing people is him?'
רשת Lesharn finds a piece of his broken lyre, and impales the foot of the figure with rage, 'Be gone!'
רשת Shandor stops, 'Oh... good point, we do look a bit alike, don't we?'
רשת Ariea is about to hit Shandor with the pan and not say 'Whoopsie'
רשת Lesharn stutters, 'a..aye but we don’t smell the same'
רשת Shandor is actually glad he didn't suggest that first.
רשת Shandor is tackled to the ground by somebody.
רשת Rue turns around, seeing the figure behind her. She swings her sword at him, almost bored.
רשת Shivayon just tackled the attacker who stole her hatchet.
<@Narrator> The figure gasps, struck across the chest by Rue's sword, he falls to his knees.
רשת Lesharn rises to his feet in time to connect with Rue’s hilt and passes out.
רשת Shivayon kicks Shandor's wrists until he gives up the hatchet, still unaware that it is him, she gets ready to decapitate him again.
רשת Faelnon runs through the figure before he can do anything else, he shouts, 'We've got him!'
רשת Rue raises an eyebrow. "Wow. Didn't expect that." she mutters to herself. She looks over at Lesharn. "Oh. Er...crap."
רשת Shivayon quickly changes the path of the hatchet and lobs off a little bit of his hair.
רשת Lesharn groans, clasping his hand across a bruised forehead throbbing with pain.
רשת Shandor yelps before recognising Shivayon, he says, 'Thanks, I needed a haircut...'
רשת Isondil gets up rubbing his head and feeling a bit dizzy
רשת Shivayon helps Shandor to his feet, 'Oh gods, I'm so sorry about that... I'm sure it will regrow.'
רשת Rue bites her lip and grins at Lesharn. "Sorry about that..."
רשת Lesharn mutters, 'uhm.. are there any druids or such? I will need a fat salve to fix this bump.'
רשת Isondil wipes the blood off the side of his head
רשת Faelnon says, 'I'm a Healer, well, not tonight, tonight I'm just tired.'
רשת Lesharn waves his hand at Rue and points at Isondil, 'He could use some help, I guess.'
רשת Shandor sways uneasily before muttering, 'Thanks for inviting me, I had a terrific time.'
רשת Isondil shakes his head and says 'I'm fine just a little bump on the head'
רשת Ariea turns to Shandor, 'Are you okay?'
רשת Lesharn grumbles, 'my moans will keep you awake. Perhaps something to soothe my pain?'
רשת Shandor says, 'I'm okay, really. But, if you don't mind, I think I'm just going to fall over.' And so he does.
רשת Faelnon says, 'Yes, just one moment, Shandor seems to be the more injured.'
רשת Rue looks around. "Looks like everyone's conscious. So how about that attacker?" she asks, pointing to and kicking the figure at the same time.
רשת Faelnon kneels down beside Shandor and sees the tiny scrape the tiny blade did, 'Okay, we'll need to remove all his clothes first and' *WHACK* hit over the head with the frying pan.
רשת Rue shakes her head. "I take that back. All but one of us are conscious." she says, looking at Shandor.
רשת Lesharn says, 'The attacker? I dunno, but I impaled his foot with the neck of lyre. Is it there?'
רשת Shandor groans, 'I'm still conscious, I'm just sleepy.'
רשת Faelnon says, 'I'm pretty sure he is dead.'
רשת Shivayon helps Shandor back to his feet, 'As much fun as the party has been so far, I think I'd like to return to the 'train.'
רשת Rue crouches and looks at the figure's foot. "I think so..." she says. She then stands and looks at Faelnon. "Well, who is he?"
רשת Lesharn releases his forehead revealing a sore bump the size of an apple.
רשת Faelnon shrugs, 'I suggest we ask one of the waiters.'
רשת Lesharn says, 'Think they could bring us any food?'
רשת Lesharn pats his tummy apparently to numb to think straight.
רשת Ariea says, finding another torch and lighting it, 'I don't care about food, I just want to sleep.'
רשת Mihndrid sighs, leaning against the wall nearest to her.
רשת Shandor mumbles to himself, 'I almost wish I was Robin Banks again. He didn't get beat up.'
רשת Lesharn agrees, 'Just pass me the pan, I'll find other uses for it'
רשת Shivayon looks at Shandor, clearly not having a clue what he is talking about.
רשת Ariea does so gladly.
רשת Lesharn scoops up another piece of his lyre and deposits it in his satchel.
רשת Ariea finds the stairs and begins up them.
רשת Shandor moves slowly after Ariea.
רשת Lesharn says, 'yipes, this pan is covered with sticky substance'
רשת Faelnon leaves his sword on the ground and goes up the stairs.
רשת Rue sighs and shuffles off to the train.
רשת Ariea calls back, 'Well, it isn't cooking oil.'
רשת Shivayon follows Ariea.
רשת Ariea looks at the first corridor where they were all fighting each other, 'Y'know, when you have a torch, this place is pretty easy to navigate.'
רשת Mihndrid watches them all begin to file out and, having sympathy with anyone with a broken instrument, picks up a few of the lyre's broken shards and passes them off to Lesharn before following after the group.
רשת Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Yep, why didn't we think of that one?'
רשת Ariea half-smiles, 'Don't blame yourself.'
רשת Ariea turns a corner and goes out into the ball room.
רשת Lesharn thanks Minhdrid and hurries along after making one last survey of the room.
רשת Foilae finishes the last of his wine and tries to hide the goblet, he gives to a waiter and shouts, 'How could I possibly think of drinking at a time like this?! Oh, there you are Ariea, are you alright?'
רשת Lesharn pokes his head into a room and exclaims, 'Oops! Wrong turn'
רשת Ariea looks at Foilae, puts the torch town, looks at Foilae again, rolls her eyes and goes outside.
רשת Shandor stumbles out after Ariea, looks at the crowd that is milling around nearby. He is very tempted to do something rude, but just stumbles outside and manages to climb onto the 'train.
רשת Faelnon looks at them all, feels slightly embarrassed, then runs outside.
רשת Shivayon looks at Foilae, for a very brief second wishes she could be in a wheelchair and not have to get beat up, then follows the rest.
רשת Foilae continues looking innocent before going out after them. Well, going out including a slightly drunk roll into a table and a pot plant.
רשת Rue follows, attempting to conceal herself within the group.
רשת Rue grins at Shandor quickly. " 'Wear the short dress.' He says!" she laughs. "Could you imagine?"
רשת Mihndrid steps jauntily after all of them, slipping the dagger back up her sleeve.
רשת Shandor looks at Rue, and grins faintly before going into his cabin and collapses onto his bed thinking that he should probably get someone to take a look at his wound.
רשת Mihndrid enters her cabin and changes back into her normal clothes before falling onto her bed, asleep before her head touched the pillow.
רשת Rue enters her cabin, staring at the now-slightly tattered dress that she wears. She hangs it up next to the teensy dress and changes into something more pajama-esque before practically collapsing on her bed.
<@Narrator> <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Go Girlfriend! <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
'The Best of the Rest'
03/08/24 18:57:09 <@DrCBVI> hey
03/08/24 18:57:14 hello
03/08/24 18:57:21 <@DrCBVI> O_o
03/08/24 18:57:24 <@DrCBVI> *looks at clock*
03/08/24 18:57:27 <@DrCBVI> *pokes clock*
03/08/24 18:57:30 yay!
03/08/24 18:57:34 <@DrCBVI> Holy hell.
03/08/24 18:57:40 Medal winning time
03/08/24 18:57:46 <@DrCBVI> I tihnk not.
03/08/24 18:57:56 for me yes
03/08/24 18:58:08 <@DrCBVI> I think not.
03/08/24 19:05:14 <@_Rue> "You're 86. You don't need a cool cell phone."
03/08/24 19:05:26 <@_Rue> her: "But I like my cell phone better than yours."
03/08/24 19:05:27 <@DrCBVI> "But other wise I can't get into all the hip parties"
03/08/24 19:05:29 <@_Rue> me: *glare*
03/08/24 19:05:31 <@_Rue> lmao
03/08/24 19:05:36 <+Mirar> XD
03/08/24 19:07:37 <@DrCBVI> Problem with watching movie while meant to be 'Quest'ing: Watch too much movie
03/08/24 19:08:23 <@DrCBVI> Could I just pretend that my 'net crashes and I watch my movie?
03/08/24 19:08:27 <@_Rue> NOOO!
03/08/24 19:08:34 <@_Rue> I gave up shopping to be here, you are NOT leaving!
03/08/24 19:08:43 <@DrCBVI> Yes I am! *run away*
03/08/24 19:08:51 <@_Rue> When Mirar comes back, we should start. We've given Isondil his five minutes
03/08/24 19:08:54 <@_Rue> we've given him nine
03/08/24 19:09:38 <@SiIverfox> lol
03/08/24 19:09:41 <@_Rue> oh, heh, Adam was here the whole time
03/08/24 19:09:43 <@_Rue> juuuust kidding
03/08/24 19:09:48 <@DrCBVI> Crap.
03/08/24 19:09:51 <@DrCBVI> ... YAY!
03/08/24 19:09:53 <@_Rue> ^.^;;;
03/08/24 19:09:54 <@_Rue> what?!??!?!
03/08/24 19:10:03 <@DrCBVI> Oh no...
03/08/24 19:10:07 <@DrCBVI> my internet is crashing...
03/08/24 19:10:07 <@_Rue> i thought you were going to say something about no quest...
03/08/24 19:10:08 <@DrCBVI> oh dear...
03/08/24 19:10:15 <@DrCBVI> what. a. pity.
03/08/24 19:10:19 <@_Rue> do that and i will never come to another quest ever.
03/08/24 19:10:23 <@_Rue> i gave up THE MALL
03/08/24 19:10:26 <@DrCBVI> what. ever. shall. i. do?
03/08/24 19:10:28 <@DrCBVI> :P
03/08/24 19:10:30 <@_Rue> i am a teenage girl who gave up the MALL
03/08/24 19:10:43 <@DrCBVI> And more shoes...
03/08/24 19:10:46 <@_Rue> and SHOES
03/08/24 19:11:07 <@_Rue> and she was gonna take me clothes shopping
03/08/24 19:11:11 [os] mode (#tildruin) +v Isondil (DrCBVI)
03/08/24 19:11:15 <@_Rue> trust me, there's gonna be a quest
03/08/24 19:11:16 [os] mode (#tildruin) +m (DrCBVI)
03/08/24 19:11:17 <@_Rue> :p
03/08/24 19:11:27 [os] nick(_Rue) to (Colm)
03/08/24 19:11:32 <@Colm> Everyone in character!
03/08/24 19:11:35 [os] nick(Colm) to (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:11:36 רשת DrCBVI bitchslaps _Rue
03/08/24 19:11:40 רשת _Rue coughs innocently
03/08/24 19:11:40 [os] nick(DrCBVI) to (Colm_Boyd)
03/08/24 19:11:43 <@Colm_Boyd> that's how you do it
03/08/24 19:11:47 [os] nick(Colm_Boyd) to (DrCBVI)
03/08/24 19:11:48 <@_Rue> damn
03/08/24 19:11:51 <+Mirar> you gave up clothes shopping? :O
03/08/24 19:11:57 <@_Rue> I KNOW!
03/08/24 19:12:05 <@DrCBVI> Stop feeding the flames.
03/08/24 19:12:08 <@_Rue> Shouldn't Colm be grateful?
03/08/24 19:12:18 <+Mirar> Terribly grateful. Down on his knees!
03/08/24 19:12:23 <@DrCBVI> lmao
03/08/24 19:12:28 <@DrCBVI> ... you wouldn't get that right now
03/08/24 19:16:19 <@_Rue> *pokes Colm*this is your part
03/08/24 19:16:24 <+Mihndrid> yup
03/08/24 19:16:28 <@Shandor> Oh, right
03/08/24 19:16:56 <@Shandor> Get the hell into -rp or I'll beat you to bitty pieces.
03/08/24 19:17:15 <+Mihndrid> that's itty-bitty, Colmferd
03/08/24 19:17:22 <@_Rue> everyone but adam and isondil are in
03/08/24 19:17:25 רשת Shandor bitchslaps you into bitty pieces.
03/08/24 19:17:32 <@Shandor> *That's* bitty
03/08/24 19:18:20 [os] topic (#tildruin) Go to Hell. :P (Shandor)
03/08/24 19:18:25 <+Mihndrid> XD
03/08/24 19:18:27 [os] topic (#tildruin) Kay! (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:18:37 [os] topic (#tildruin) Lets do the 'Quest' in Topics. (Shandor)
03/08/24 19:18:45 <+Mihndrid> Rue and I can have high tea at noon :D
03/08/24 19:18:47 [os] topic (#tildruin) Shandor is here. (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:18:51 [os] topic (#tildruin) Ariea is here. (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:18:55 [os] topic (#tildruin) Foilae is here. (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:00 [os] topic (#tildruin) Faelnon is here. (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:04 [os] topic (#tildruin) Richard is here. (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:05 [os] topic (#tildruin) OMG! A Giant Tea Pot! *Squish* (Shandor)
03/08/24 19:19:10 [os] topic (#tildruin) Richard kills everyone (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:13 [os] topic (#tildruin) The End (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:14 [os] topic (#tildruin) OMG! A Giant Tea Pot! *Squish* (Shandor)
03/08/24 19:19:15 <+Mihndrid> squish
03/08/24 19:19:29 <+Mihndrid> squish
03/08/24 19:19:38 <+Mihndrid> squash
03/08/24 19:19:40 [os] topic (#tildruin) ~*~Quest: NOW! ~*~ :|: OMG! A Giant Tea Pot! *Squish* :|: (_Rue)
03/08/24 19:19:43 <@_Rue> ok, let's start
03/08/24 19:19:50 <@Shandor> TEA POT!
03/08/24 19:19:53 <+Mihndrid> o.o
03/08/24 19:19:53 <@Shandor> I LOVE POT>
03/08/24 19:19:56 <@_Rue> lmao
03/08/24 19:19:57 <@Shandor> @:<
03/08/24 19:19:58 <+Mihndrid> XD
03/08/24 19:20:09 <@_Rue> flurb
03/08/24 19:20:10 <@Shandor> @:->
03/08/24 19:20:12 <@Cyria> I <3 tea pot
03/08/24 19:20:30 <@Shandor> TREEEE
03/08/24 19:21:05 <+Mihndrid> Hey, guess what?
03/08/24 19:21:11 <@Shandor> A cow went mmooooo
03/08/24 19:21:12 <+Mihndrid> There's this crazy guy who lives down the road
03/08/24 19:21:14 <@Shandor> COWS ARE PEOPLE
03/08/24 19:21:17 <@Shandor> ITS MEEEE
03/08/24 19:21:17 <@_Rue> Let's start!
03/08/24 19:22:58 <@_Rue> Colm, you're not excited about my part?
03/08/24 19:23:02 <@Shandor> <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 'Hunting' <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
03/08/24 19:23:06 <@Shandor> Well, I was going to start
03/08/24 19:23:09 <@Shandor> but I have to stop to answer.
03/08/24 19:23:13 <@Shandor> Yes. Yes I am.
03/08/24 19:23:13 <@_Rue> damn you
03/08/24 19:23:15 <+Mihndrid> Haha XD
03/08/24 19:23:16 <@_Rue> i hate you colm.
03/08/24 19:23:20 <@_Rue> :p
03/08/24 19:23:22 <@Shandor> You're welcome
רשת Rue pokes Faelnon. "You're just sad because no one would want to dance with you."
<@Rue> ooc - coughgaycough
רשת Mihndrid grins at Rue.
רשת Faelnon sniffs, 'Shandor's taken... that bitch...'
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Gay and cripple jokes are IN.
<@Rue> ooc - lol
<@Cyria> ooc- A/S/L!?!??/
<@Rue> ooc - 54/transvestite/Alaska
<@Shandor> OOC: I'm watching people kidnapping people, I so have to stop paying attention to the 'Quest' for a few minutes
רשת Shandor spots Faelnon and Ariea together and nearly has a heart attack, 'AAhhhello.' He turns to the others, 'Hey there...'
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOG XD
רשת Ariea asks, 'Who were you talking to?'
רשת Rue waves at Shandor with a smile.
רשת Shandor says, 'No-one, myself.'
רשת Mihndrid grins.
רשת Ariea rolls her eyes, 'Good ol' Shandor.'
רשת Faelnon says, 'You knew you were marrying a crazy person when you did, Ariea.'
רשת Ariea smirks, 'I know, sometimes I just want to give it up, say, you're free, aren't you Faelnon?'
<@Rue> ooc - *die*
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Who lives in the drain pipes and eats moldy pipecleaners...
רשת Shandor looks as if he is in the middle of three strokes and a couple of heart attacks for good measure. 'Got- BYE!' He mutters quickly dashing off down the 'train.
רשת Ariea looks at Shandor disappearing, 'That was... Shandor-esque.'
רשת Rue blinks at Shandor. "What's with him?"
03/08/24 19:47:59 Ariea: BITCH
03/08/24 19:48:15 Ariea: If you wanted a threesome, Shandor, you could've just asked...
03/08/24 19:48:20 Faelnon: Well...
03/08/24 19:48:22 lmao
03/08/24 19:48:24 Ariea: Not you, gay-boy, go away.
03/08/24 19:48:29 Haha XD
03/08/24 19:48:41 <_Rue> lmao
03/08/24 19:48:56 Shandor: Aw... I mean! Yay! two women.
03/08/24 19:49:34 oh, dude
03/08/24 19:49:38 I was watching stand up comedy once
03/08/24 19:49:51 and this guy was like, "You know thats most guy's dream, two woman."
03/08/24 19:49:57 "But why the hell would they want two woman."
03/08/24 19:50:05 "When they can barely keep the lid on one."
03/08/24 19:50:46 and he puts on a girly voice and goes, "We never cuddle!" and then he turns to the other side and changes to another girly voice and goes, "Hold me!"
03/08/24 19:51:19 <_Rue> lmao!
03/08/24 19:51:25 lol
03/08/24 20:12:12 At least with Faelnon no one has to worry about rape
03/08/24 20:12:25 <_Rue> lmao
03/08/24 20:13:12 Haha! XD
03/08/24 20:14:42 lmao
03/08/24 20:14:48 ... Shandor does
03/08/24 20:15:09 <_Rue> lmfao
03/08/24 20:15:14 quite true, thats why he's so jumpy
<@Shandor> OOC: Timewarp?
<+Mihndrid> OOG Already? You suck o.o
<@Cyria> ooc: whoo! time warp
<@Shandor> OOC: No. YOU SUCK. Best come back ever.
<+Isondil> ooc: Why don't you like timewarps?
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yes, yes, you're so clever
<@Cyria> ooc: shush late person
<@Shandor> OOC: I know I am, but STUFF YOU.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: *gives Shandor a slinky*
<@Shandor> OOC: YAY!
רשת Shandor shifts his legs uncomfortably, oddly aware that he is half-naked, 'Rue, look, I really can't, I just can't do it.'
רשת Rue says, while twirling a lock of her hair, 'Please, Shandor? I'm desperate...'
רשת Shandor shakes his head, 'Rue, I can't, it wouldn't be...'
רשת Rue kneels down and puts her hands on his knees, 'Shandor, please, I need you..'
רשת Shandor sighs, and resigns, he nods ever so slightly.
רשת Ariea walks down the 'train, running along side her cabin.
רשת Rue bounces to her feet, 'Finally! No-one else will tell me which dress looks better!'
רשת Shandor says, 'Well, you could'a knocked first. Storming in when a guy is changing...'
<+Mihndrid> OOG: He refused to do that? Some gentleman o.o Lets kill the bitch!
רשת Rue grins, 'At least you'd already done your pants.'
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<@Shandor> OOC: lol, it was all to build up the 'OMG! sexah affair!'
<@Rue> ooc - Bwahahaha
<+Mihndrid> OOG: You can tell thats what you were doing :P we're used to it x.x;
<@Cyria> ooc: my dreams of group orgy have been crushed...for now
רשת Ariea enters her cabin and notices Shandor half naked and Rue wearing a dress that could, at best, be described as skimpy.
רשת Ariea 's eyes go wide.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: ...haha XD
רשת Rue shreiks as Ariea opens the door. "Ariea! No! It's...It's not what it looks like!" She cries.
<+Isondil> ooc: your in for it now shinnor
<@Cyria> ooc: That is what you get for taking fashon tips from Britney Spears
רשת Ariea says, 'You wouldn't, by chance, be waiting for a train, would you?'
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<@Shandor> OOC: :D
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
רשת Shandor jumps to his feet, very thankful it was only his shirt that he wasn't wearing.
<@Rue> ooc - Hahaa!
רשת Rue blushes and struggles to pull down the tiny dress, failing miserably, as if it were pulled down any lower...well, you get the idea.
רשת Shandor says, 'Awww...'
רשת Ariea looks at Rue, then at Shandor, then at Rue and says, 'The other dress looks much better, brings out your eyes more, that one...'
רשת Rue attempts to explain herself. "I...that is...we were. What I'm trying to say is...er..." She looks to Shandor for help before looking back at Ariea. "Please don't kill me?"
רשת Ariea is very tempted to add in, 'Shandor seems to love it though.'
רשת Rue 's face goes from bright pink to tomato red.
<@Shandor> OOC: but she didn't add it ;)
<@Rue> ooc - make her
<@Rue> ooc - it would be funneh
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Haha XD
רשת Ariea says, 'The other dress is better, but I love you in that one.'
<@Shandor> OOC: :D
<@Rue> ooc - lol
<@Rue> ooc - We are aware that Ariea said this?
<@Rue> ooc - Shandor lightly kisses Shandor good morning.
<@Shandor> OOC: Very aware/
<@Shandor> OOC: I think everyone is too shocked stupid to anything
רשת Rue looks up. "OMG! A giant tea pot!"
רשת Shandor thinks *Now *that* is kinky*
<@Shandor> OOC: lets move on from this depravity, shall we?
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<@Faelnon> OOC: Unless we can get another guy...
<@Shandor> OOC: Oh shut up.
רשת Faelnon bursts into the room and looks at the situation.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Faelnon, "Shandor! You promised!"
רשת Faelnon looks at Rue, shrugs and looks at Shandor, his face lights up, 'That's a great outfit.'
רשת Shandor says, 'I'm barely half-dressed...'
<+Isondil> ooc: lmao
רשת Faelnon grins lewdly, 'What's the "dressed" version like then?'
רשת Rue raises an eyebrow at Faelnon and looks down at her dress, then over at Shandor. She bursts out in laughter at Faelnon's comment, then quickly tries to supress it.
<@Shandor> OOC: This is never going to end, is it?
<@Rue> ooc - nope
<@Rue> ooc - everyone feel free to join in the Depravity Parade!
<@Shandor> OOC: I think the sad thing is there is actually a half-decent plot beyond this.
<@Rue> ooc - lol
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Only half-decent?
<+Isondil> ooc: the plot is the victim
<@Shandor> OOC: Well, I feel that this has had a major effect on it.
<@Cyria> ooc: here, this is JUST for faelnon - http:img.villagephotos.com/p/-youfitin.jpg
<@Shandor> OOC: He's seen it.
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
<@Cyria> ooc: and Shandor - http:img.villagephotos.com/p/-shenanigans.jpg
רשת Rue looks at the three and walks towards the door. "I'm going to go finish getting ready..." She stops next to Faelnon, raises an eyebrow and him, grins and walks to her cabin.
רשת Shandor wonders if he thinks hard enough can he set himself on fire.
רשת Ariea bursts out laughing.
רשת Faelnon grins and bursts out laughing also, 'Oh, I'm sorry Shandor.'
רשת Ariea is trying to let her laughter die.
רשת Shandor looks at them curiously.
רשת Cyria walks into the room and looks at Shandor, "Nice outfit you have on"
רשת Ariea explains, 'I saw you two in the window and I couldn't resist, so me and Faelnon decided to have a little fun...'
רשת Shandor grabs his boot and throws it at Cyria.
רשת Rue sits in her cabin, partially trying to sit down in the tiny mini-dress, partially trying to put her hair up.
רשת Rue finally decides that the mini-dress isn't worth the trouble, pulling on the long gown instead, much to the disappointment of any non-gays at the party.
רשת Isondil gets up out of his bed and begins to get changed
<@Rue> ooc- ruling out Faelnon
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<@Shandor> OOC: Is it just me or does Isondil sleep through all the great things?
<@Faelnon> OOC: *sigh* you have no idea...
<+Mihndrid> OOG: He was actually at the strip club, thats a cover up...
<@Cyria> ooc: Faelnon better hurry and get dressed, The View is coming on shortly!
רשת Faelnon wanted to come out in a dress, but Ariea stole hers.
<@Rue> ooc - Does Faelnon wanna borrow my other one?
<@Rue> ooc - hehehe
<@Faelnon> OOC: Nah, I've decided to streak.
<@Rue> ooc - Shmerp!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Streak sounds like steak...
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Good thing we're having it for dinner
רשת Foilae realises he hasn't said anything all session and decides that he was floating to the moon and back. Now that he is back, he is dressed in a tuxedo and is ready to paaar-taaay.
<@Rue> ooc - for some reason the streak-steak connection was funnier to me
<@Rue> ooc - Haha, cripple dance
<+Mihndrid> OOG: He can do wheelchair breakdancing
רשת Faelnon stands behind Rue and Mihndrid, 'So what are we gal pals doing?'
רשת Rue looks over at Faelnon. "Well, um...Mihnny's hair..." she blinks, her suspicions about Faelnon growing by the day.
רשת Faelnon runs the hell away.
רשת Rue thinks for a moment. "We could leave it down and curl the ends, or we could put it up like mine..." she says, pointing to the half-up, tousled ponytail on her head. "or...."
רשת Rue styles Mihndrid's hair into a beehive. "Tah-dah! Gorgeous!"
<@Rue> ooc - heh
<+Mihndrid> OOG XD
רשת Rue dyes Mihnny's hair bright pink. "Perfect."
<@Shandor> OOC: x.x
<@Rue> ooc - anyhow
<@Shandor> OOC: I think someone wants all the females to appear unattractive to Shandor...
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Mihnny: Wow o.o Its so shiny
רשת Faelnon claps his hands, 'Okay girlfriends, lets go booo-gaaaay down!'
<+Mihndrid> OOG: booo-gaaaay....
<@Shandor> OOC: :D
<+Mihndrid> OOG: That was a sad pun o.o;;
<@Rue> ooc - ok
<@Shandor> OOC: How was that a pun? THat was just sad
<@Cyria> ooc: lol @ mihnny
רשת Faelnon skips in his pink petty coat up to the front.
רשת Mihndrid nods and says "See you in a bit then." because exiting and closing the door behind her, heading for the front of the train to meet up with the others.
<@Rue> ooc - How cuuute
<@Faelnon> OOC: Skippy SKippy Skippy
<+Mihndrid> OOG: *gives Faelnon a manicure*
רשת Rue proceeds to finish up her hair as previously mentioned, and then puts on her mask...er...makeup.
רשת Isondil steps off the train lightly
<@Rue> ooc - Pansy!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: That's Pansy-ass, Rue.
<@Rue> oops
<@Rue> ooc - Pansy-ass!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Very good!
<@Cyria> ooc: the females are more masculine than the males >>
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
<@Rue> ooc - We've got Saam, Isondil, Faelnon and Varadrion, then we've got Cyria, Rue and Mihndrid
<@Rue> ooc- and Ariea
<@Shandor> OOC: I'm a manly man.
<@Cyria> ooc: brb quick
<@Shandor> OOC: OH GOD EWWW A SPIDER! KILL IT!
<+Isondil> ooc: as quick as me?
<+Mihndrid> OOG: o.o *squish*
<@Cyria> ooc: much quicker
<+Isondil> ooc: unlikely :)
<@Shandor> OOC: I just thought I'd skip ahead when the going was good
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hehe
<@Rue> ooc - Na na na na na na na na MINI-Timewarp!
רשת Ariea is very tempted to grab Shandor and force him to dance.
<@Shandor> OOC: The Shandor-Dance! ... Fine, no-one gets it, but I'm sure it is very funny
[os] nick(Rue) to (Faely)
רשת Faely is tempted to grab Shandor and force him to dance...horizontally.
[os] nick(Faely) to (Rue)
רשת Shandor squeals and runs away.
רשת Mihndrid stands, arms folded, surveying the room around her, not seeming very eager to partake in any of the activites before her. Besides, she was short, and they..um...weren't. Yeah. Let's go with that o.o
רשת Cyria sighs wishing there was a REAL man in the group that she could dance with
<@Rue> ooc - lmfao
<@Shandor> One of the guests spots Mihndrid, 'Look dear! Someone's enchanted a foot stool to walk around. What a world we live in.'
רשת Shivayon ... er.... grooves?
רשת Foilae wheelchair breakdances.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: yay! wheelchair!
<@Cyria> ooc: are you sure there was a plot for today?
<@Shandor> OOC: Pretty sure.
רשת Mihndrid gives the speaker a look which suggests they may find the walking foot stool standing over them later that evening holding a large blunt object (couldn't resist)
<@Rue> lmao
<@Cyria> ooc: lol
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<@Shandor> The speaker decides to insult everyone, 'What's with this rabble of retards? You've got the walking, talking foot stool here-' He gives Mihndrid a kick which sends her off, eerily like a bowling ball, into a group of people in a pyramid formation, 'And we've got pointy ears. So many bloody pointy ears. The one who's trying not to be gay, here's a tip, don't wear pink. Moron.'
<@Shandor> The speaking continues, 'And this guy comes to a ball dressed like this?' He sets Isondil's rags on fire.
<@Shandor> OOC: ... Okay, *now* the plot can begin.
רשת Rue looks around at the possible dancing candidates. Shandor was at risk of castration, Foilae...well, Foilae was in a wheelchair, there was no way that she was dancing with Isondil. And Faelnon? She suspected that Faelnon had his little secrets, although now could've been a good chance to see if her theory was correct.
<+Isondil> ooc: why is there no way your dancing with me?
<@Rue> ooc - Uhm...LOOK! A distraction! *runs away*
<@Cyria> ooc: lol
<@Shandor> OOC: Sorry, I'm just getting the funniest image of the guy looking at Mihndrid, silence, then *WHACK* bitchslapped by the foot.
<@Shandor> OOC: Add in the fact that Mihndrid is beaming a smile like an innocent little person and WHACK.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: This is why Colm doesn't know my phone number o.o;;
<@Shandor> OOC: WHACK.
<@Shandor> OOC: Shortie bowling.
<@Cyria> ooc: you were going to give him you phone number?!? your insane TT
<+Mihndrid> OOG: I'm kidding, god o.o;;
<@Cyria> ooc:lol i was too but...OO
<@Shandor> OOC: I don't need you to give me your phone number, Sonya Rose Maizell, who is currently living in a house near a crazy person's house and who is currently - er... I mean.... Hi, how you doin'?
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hey, I have a hyphen in my name you jerk
<@Shandor> OOC: Bring it!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: *drop-kicks the bitch*
רשת Rue stands up and walks over to Shandor. "I need a favor." she says, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to where Faelnon sits.
רשת Shandor is dragged.
רשת Rue grins at Faelnon. "Care to dance?" she asks.
רשת Faelnon is in drag. Oh sorry, what?
רשת Faelnon stands up, 'Sure, Rue, why not?'
<@Shandor> OOC: Ha ha! Now you have to dance with him.
<@Rue> ooc - Awww, damn
<@Rue> ooc - If he said no, I was gonna have Shandor ask.
רשת Rue blinks, that not being the response she had expected. She blinks back at Shandor as she and Faelnon head to the dance floor.
<@Rue> ooc - Rue was expecting him to be gay!
רשת Shandor grins at Rue before going to get a drink.
רשת Faelnon dances with Rue, never not-looking at Shandor.
רשת Shandor does the Shandor-Dance.
רשת Ariea watches Shandor do the Shandor-Dance and wishes she had better sense in marrying people.
רשת Mihndrid silently agrees with Ariea o.o;;
רשת Foilae wishes he could Shandor-Dance.
רשת Rue blinks at Faelnon and looks in the direction that he's looking in. "Shandor more interesting than me, eh?" she smirks.
רשת Faelnon wishes he could Dance Shandor.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yay, Isondil's getting drunk.
<@Shandor> OOC: Oh lordy, I'm thinking of just skipping the plot in favour of this.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: ... o.o;;
<+Isondil> ooc: on two beers not likely
<+Mihndrid> OOG: You have a weak stomach.
<@Cyria> ooc: lol he is the party animal
<@Rue> ooc - Isondil: *has a wine cooler. Passes out*
רשת Faelnon wishes he had his Playboy...s so he could prove his hetero-ness.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
<@Cyria> ooc: please, no proving anything infront of us
רשת Shivayon asks a waiter where the bathrooms are and takes off down one corridor.
<@Shandor> OOC: Er, that sentence sounds weird: Shiva: 'Where's the bathrooms... *runs away*'
רשת Rue waits until Faelnon is looking away from Shandor and at her before she asks her question. "Faelnon...are you g-" she stops herself. "Thirsty?"
רשת Mihndrid , being very bored and not having examined the entire complex of the huge castle yet, shuffle after Shiva, hoping something interesting will happen along the way.
<@Rue> ooc - /me takes a bow
<+Mihndrid> OOG: *claps!*
רשת Faelnon says, 'Of course I'm not "Thirsty". I'm a very regular non-"Thirsty" man thank you very much.'
<@Cyria> ooc: There is a drink in the closet
רשת Shandor tries to do the Shandor-Dance and is promptly bitchslapped.
רשת Rue continues dancing with Faelnon, who doesn't seem to be too involved with the dancing, more involved with the staring-at-dancing-men.
רשת Faelnon stares at Rue, then wonders what Rue's secret is that she said the above.
<@Rue> ooc - Give me a second to figure out that sentence.
<@Rue> ooc - nope. i'm lost.
רשת Shandor begins singing along with the song, 'Do a little dance... make a little... [Rue gets that].'
<@Shandor> OOC: Faelnon's staring at you and you are dancing, and you said he was more involved with staring at dancing men.
<@Rue> ooc -ooooooh
רשת Rue points over at Shandor and Ariea. "How about a partner switch?" she asks, adding quickly "So that you can dance with Ariea."
רשת Faelnon looks downright disappointed, 'Okay...'
רשת Shandor begins dancing with Rue.
רשת Ariea begins dancing with Faelnon.
רשת Shandor skips this part in favour of the plot.
<@Rue> ooc - Noooo!
רשת Rue continues to dance with Shandor, and then looks over at Faelnon and Ariea. "Aren't they adorable?" she asks Shandor.
רשת Shandor shushes Rue.
רשת Isondil sets down his beer as he has been asked to dance by one of the guests and makes his way out onto the dance floor
<@Shandor> OOC: Like anyone would dance with you.
<+Isondil> ooc: indeed
<@Shandor> OOC: Varadrion: Hey, where'd Inflatable Ingrid go?
<@Shandor> OOC: I mean, good for you, Isondil.
רשת Foilae decides to stay and keep everyone calm. [Yeah, he'll be great at that]
רשת Faelnon tries to bump into Shandor. I mean: Look! A plot!
<@Shandor> [And we ain't kiddin' about that, I'm talkin' can't see your hand if it was jammed into your eyes dark.]
רשת Shivayon bursts into a run, hearing noises. She runs down the corridor blindly. She trips up - over Shandor's foot.
רשת Rue attempts to light another torch, but is flung into a wall. She groans and stands. "What the hell is going on?"
רשת Ariea runs into a pedestal which causes a pot to fall. She manages to catch it and decides to use it as a weapon. She hears breathing right behind her, she swings around, yelling and swinging the pot down onto the head of the person.
רשת Cyria says, "Seems like something doesn't like the light"
רשת Mihndrid follows after her at a walking pace, unnerved but strangely calm.
רשת Faelnon had just got to his feet when a pot struck him rudely on the head. He crumbles to the ground again.
רשת Ariea realises it is Faelnon from the disgruntled moan. She whispers to herself, 'Whoopsie.' She kneels down and says louder, 'Faelnon! Look what they've done to you!'
<@Rue> ooc – lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hehe, what a lady ;)
רשת Rue is hit by the tripping Shivayon. "Get off!" she snarls.
רשת Shivayon scrambles around in confusion
רשת Shandor gets to his feet and feels someone grab onto his ankle he swings it furiously.
רשת Mihndrid manages to catch hold of Shiva's sleeve in the darkness and drags her to a standstill, asking loudly, "Does anyone know what's going on?"
רשת Shivayon 's arm is swung about as the hand is gripped onto her attackers foot.
רשת Shandor shouts, 'Get off me!'
רשת Shivayon releases, 'Shandor?'
רשת Rue is smacked in the face by a wildly swinging arm. She kicks at whatever just hit her - hard.
רשת Shandor says, 'Shiv-ah!' He is hit over the head by a swinging arm and trips over Shivayon's legs and smacks his head against the other wall.
רשת Isondil smashes into someone knocking them over
רשת Mihndrid just stands, eyebrows raised in the darkness, listening to the various confused smashes and bangs about the castle, noting if everyone was still and kept quiet they'd get something useful done.
[os] join (#Tildruin) Shai|afk (~Sanxion@as--.vhe.s.bonet.se)
<@Shandor> OOC: hey
<@Cyria> ooc: hello shai
[os] mode (#tildruin) +o Shai|afk (Shandor)
<@Shai|afk> OOC. greets!
<+Isondil> ooc: Hey Sha
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Heylo.
<@Rue> ooc - Hi!
<@Shai|afk> ooc: hows it going?
<@Rue> ooc - Pretty good, you?
<@Shai|afk> ooc: great, am i distrubing the rp?
<@Cyria> ooc: good so far, how about you? (rue beat me to it, oh well >>)
<@Shandor> OOC: nope.
<@Shandor> OOC: All we are doing is beating each other up in a pitch black corridor without us knowing.
<@Shai|afk> OOC: heh ok dont let me stop you
<+Mihndrid> OOG: yes, Shandor wants me to get hit with a blunt object ^.^ ...or something like that o.o;;
<@Shandor> OOC: Gee, doesn't he sound caring? :P "We're beating each other up" "Okay, have fun with that".
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
<@Rue> ooc - Shandor wants you to get hit with a blunt objcet Mihnny? I'm all over that.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Thanks Rue O.o
רשת Mihndrid grimaces as she is struck on the shoulder with what felt like a large candlestick, and swivels around to demand who threw it.
רשת Lesharn grimaces.
<@Faelnon> OOC: /me shouts, hiding his staff, 'It wasn't me!'
רשת Rue heads down the corridor after everyone's voices and footsteps, hoping that it's the correct direction.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Rue: *runs out a third story window*
רשת Lesharn steps in a puddle of something and curses his luck, 'Things could only get better'
<+Mihndrid> OOG: A puddle of -something-? Left that one oddly open o.o
<@Lesharn> OOC: :)
רשת Rue leans against the wall while she waits for Faelnon to right himself.
<@Rue> ooc - nevermind
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Faelnon wanted to be non-gay for a minute
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Cripple storytime
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Sorry Rue, but you weren't saying anything.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Lesharn reminds me of this whiny kid in 9th grade who was always picking up rocks on the playground.
רשת Shandor edges silently along a rack with several barrels tipped downwards, towards him slightly, making it impossible to see through.
רשת Faelnon motions for the group to be silent as he edges along a rack with several barrels, with the base pointing slightly up at the group.
רשת Shandor hears something somewhere behind the rack. He gets ready to punch whoever it is.
רשת Faelnon can hear something behind the rack.
רשת Shandor goes around the corner.
רשת Faelnon goes around the corner and lunges with the sword.
<@Rue> ooc - eep
רשת Faelnon hits someone, who gasps in pain and collapses to the ground. Faelnon backs away, horrified at what he just did.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Gay death match.
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<+Isondil> ooc: Please be Ariea!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
רשת Shandor looks down and sees a light twenty metres down, he can just about make out Faelnon's face, as it is turned away from the light.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Wait, what?
<@Shandor> OOC: Shandor was nowhere near the rack the others are at :D
<+Isondil> ooc: so…who got stabbed?
רשת Shivayon swings the hatchet, misses the figure, but nearly decapitates Shandor.
<@Shandor> OOC: That's a fair trade off...
<@Rue> ooc - Shiva: I'm just taking a little off the top...
<+Mihndrid> OOG: She's a pro, eh?
רשת Isondil uses the torch as a spear and throws it at the figure
<@Rue> ooc - A spear?
רשת Faelnon slashes with the figure, who remains an inch or two out of reach.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Isondil, thats our only light source o.o
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
רשת Lesharn s lyre breaks, and he cries, 'not again!'
<@Shandor> The light goes out, just so everyone is pissy with Ondil.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yay!
<@Rue> ooc - Shandor: Ow! God! Mihndrid! Oh! Liver, spleen, kidney, stomach AUGH!
<@Shandor> OOC: THe pain!
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Mihnny: Stop whining you pansy-ass, I'll buy you a new one. One's.
רשת Shandor , having no weapon, just shouts, 'Hit!' A few seconds later, he is hit, 'Ow! I didn't mean me!'
רשת Ariea tries to hide the pan behind her back, 'Whoopsie.'
רשת Shandor stops, 'Oh... good point, we do look a bit alike, don't we?'
רשת Ariea is about to hit Shandor with the pan and not say 'Whoopsie'
רשת Shivayon quickly changes the path of the hatchet and lobs off a little bit of his hair.
רשת Lesharn groans, clasping his hand across a bruised forehead throbbing with pain.
רשת Shandor yelps before recognising Shivayon, he says, 'Thanks, I needed a haircut...'
רשת Isondil gets up rubbing his head and feeling a bit dizzy
רשת Shivayon helps Shandor to his feet, 'Oh gods, I'm so sorry about that... I'm sure it will regrow.'
רשת Faelnon kneels down beside Shandor and sees the tiny scrape the tiny blade did, 'Okay, we'll need to remove all his clothes first and' *WHACK* hit over the head with the frying pan.
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
רשת Foilae finishes the last of his wine and tries to hide the goblet, he gives to a waiter and shouts, 'How could I possibly think of drinking at a time like this?! Oh, there you are Ariea, are you alright?'
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Cripple drinks.
<@Shandor> OOC: That's my job! I stole it from Rue fair and square.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: ^.^
<@Rue> ooc - HEEEY!
רשת Ariea looks at Foilae, puts the torch town, looks at Foilae again, rolls her eyes and goes outside.
<@Rue> ooc - Foilae, no drinking and driving (wheelchairs)
<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD
<+Isondil> ooc: lmao
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Good one, Rue :)
רשת Shandor looks at Rue, and grins faintly before going into his cabin and collapses onto his bed thinking that he should probably get someone to take a look at his wound. [He remembers who is the only one qualified to do that and thinks 'What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger'].
<+Mihndrid> OOG: haha, gay doctor
<@Rue> ooc - lmao
<@Shandor> OOC: lol
<@Shandor> OOC: At least he isn't in a wheelchair as well, oh dear, the jokes would never stop
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yeah, why didn't you make Foilae the gay one?
<@Shandor> OOC: Shall we call it quits there?
<@Shandor> OOC: The guys already in a wheelchair, you were just oging to bully him more
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hey, you bully too.
<@Shandor> OOC: besides, it was the guard who came onto Faelnon. And Faelnon has never openly done or said anything to imply that he is gay that has survived in the original log.
<@Shandor> OOC:... But he's my character? o.o
<+Mihndrid> OOG: So its worse in that case!
<@Shandor> OOC: How? Wait, what?! *has lost the plot.*
<@Faelnon> OOC: You never had the plot.
רשת Rue enters her cabin, staring at the now-slightly tattered dress that she wears. She hangs it up next to the teensy dress and changes into something more pajama-esque before practically collapsing on her bed.
<@Ariea> OOC: Your life is like a Friday 13th movie - completely plotless.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Pajama-esque. Thats funky.
<@Shandor> OOC: Well your life is like a broken pencil - completely pointless.
<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yeah o.o can we stop now? typing 'OOG' before all of my stupid comments is getting tiring
<@Faelnon> OOC: Oooo! *turns to Ariea* You go, girlfriend!
<@Rue> ooc - lol
<@Shandor> <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Go Girlfriend! <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
<@DrCBVI> So, Sha, now are you terrified to ever talk to us again? :D
<@SiIverfox> lol
[os] join (#tildruin) Ashli (Ashli@ACAF.ipt.aol.com)
<+Mirar> Isn't everone like that? o.o
<@DrCBVI> Yes, but he lasted the longest.
<@DrCBVI> Hmm
<@DrCBVI> *wanders off to find another movie to watch*
<@DrCBVI> My original movie, which I started 10 minutes before the 'Quest' started finished before they got to the ball. Go figure :P
<@DrCBVI> Er... but I devoted full attention to the 'Quest' and just had it running on the laptop which I didn't watch at alll
<@Ashli> Of course
<@Shailejro> whats XD?
<+Mirar> So....now what? o.o
<@DrCBVI> A dead bomberman
<+Mirar> well, thats what it looks like o.o
<@Shailejro> heh ok
<@Shailejro> He looks very happy for being dead
<+Mirar> Well, he's a greatful dead...thing
<@DrCBVI> lol
<+Mirar> ^.^
<@Shailejro> X(
<+Mirar> Colm, what time is it where you live?
<@Shailejro> whats o.o;; ?
<@DrCBVI> A very distressed monkey
<+Mirar> a monkey?
<@Ash|away> lmao
<+Mirar> where'd that come from?
<@Ash|away> ''o.o'' money with hair
<@DrCBVI> MONKEEEEEEEy
<@Ash|away> monkey*
<+Mirar> Lol
<@Shailejro> oXD;;
<+Mirar> ....
<+Mirar> close enough!
<@Shailejro> im trying...
רשת Mirar pats.
<+Mirar> We must teach Sha the ways of the emoticons o.o
<@Shailejro> XD~
<+Mirar> ...yay! My steak fries are done!
<+Mirar> *grooves*
<@Shailejro> yup, apparently i need some lessons
<+Mirar> Do you know what goes with steak fries?
<@Shailejro> ketchup!
<+Mirar> Um
<+Mirar> Well, that too
<@Shailejro> steak?
<+Mirar> Yes!
רשת Shailejro licks his lips.
<+Mirar> I am having steak for dinner ^.^ Life is just shining
<@SiIverfox> lol
<+Mirar> I'll say...
<@Shailejro> Steaks have feelings to
<+Mirar> But they taste good.
<+Mirar> ...really good
רשת Shailejro agrees.
<+Mirar> hey, that reminds me
<+Mirar> What did you want before?
<+Mirar> (how steak reminded me of that, don't ask O.o)
<@Shailejro> heh
רשת Ash|away emotes
<@Ash|away> o.O
<@Ash|away> -.-
<@Ash|away> o.o
<@Ash|away> ~.^
<@Ash|away> ^.^
<@Ash|away> -.^
<@DrCBVI> O.o
<@DrCBVI> Oo
<@DrCBVI> OO
<@DrCBVI> oo
<+Mirar> o.o
<@DrCBVI> <+|:) - Pope.