11-30-2014

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Transparent Cats - Log by Cordir


Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I need to genetically engineer transparent cats'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'why'.

Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'because then I could see my monitor'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'Bad idea'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'you'd make cheshire cats'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'hehe'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'who would stay invisible when they were about to trip youi'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'and STILL be visible in front of your screen'.

Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'my black cats are already invisible when they try to trip me at night'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'well'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'that's your fault for being a silly human who can't see in darkness'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'or silly elf who can’t see in darkness'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'for that matter, I thought kindred could see in the dark...'.

Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'being half asleep doesn't help'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'ahhh, that'll do it'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'and if your kits are immune to infravision that might also pose a problem'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'those cold, cold felines'.

Scribe vs Sprite - Log by Gwyrdain


The Kitchen
[Exits: west]
You managed to trample any tracks that were here...
A small white fountain gushes forth here.

title is scribbling at a long bench in the Kitchen.
Ok.

Malkil gossips (in common), 'Gwyrdain!'.

You gossip (in old-common), 'Greetings, young Malkil'.

Malkil gossips (in common), 'you Nashite son of a gun!'.

You gossip (in common), 'How fare you, young fellow?'.

Anduin gossips (in elven), 'language!'.

Malkil gossips (in common), 'young??'.
Malkil gossips (in common), 'hehe'.

You gossip (in common), 'Oh dear. You grew up'.

Malkil gossips (in common), 'I'm just regaining my powers'.

You gossip (in common), 'Oh yes. I should do that to'.
You gossip (in common), '... but, my scrolls.'.

Cordir arrives from the west.

>stand
You are already standing.
>look
The Kitchen
[Exits: west]
A small white fountain gushes forth here.
(Intense Light Cyan Aura) Cordir is here.

You bow deeply.

Cordir stops at the doorway, not approaching, but curious.

You rest.

Cordir says, 'Hello, Gwyrdain.'.

You say (in common), 'Greetings, Lady'.
You say (in common), 'Humble accommodations, these'.

Cordir glances about. 'Are there others you would prefer?'

You say (in common), 'unfit for Majesty'.

You shake your head.

A look of distress flashes over her features, then is controlled.

Cordir says, 'I'll not disturb you further, then.'.

You say (in common), 'Ready access to the fountain and larder are just what I need when writing'.

Cordir leaves west.

You say (in common), 'Hrmmm... that was odd.'.

The faint scent of ebon roses wafts through the opening of the chamber, then fades.

Gwyrdain looks up for a moment, tilts his head askance then shrugs.

You stand up.

>gl
You don't see anyone.

Gwyrdain paces the length of the table.

Someone says (in old-common), 'What troubles you?'.

Sparhawk arrives from the west.
Sparhawk looks at you.

Sparhawk looks at the Nashite carefully.
Sparhawk pokes the Nashite cautiously

A soft rumble of thunder peals in the distance as the Ordained pokes the mage.

Sparhawk snickers softly.
Sparhawk leaves west.

>gl
You don't see anyone.

Gwyrdain is not so old he would fall asleep at the table.

You blink.
You blink.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Of course not.'.

You say (in common), 'Hello?'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Hello.'.

You frown. What's bothering you?

Someone moves to sit at the far edge of the fountain.

Someone says (in old-common), 'so.. before you were 'not sleeping' at the table, you were pacing.'.
Someone says (in old-common), 'Was something troubling you?'.

You say (in common), 'I cannot see who you are. If you wish aught of me, be plain'.

Someone shakes their head. "I wish nothing of you, save conversation, if you are willing."

You say (in common), 'I am here and I have voice'.

Someone smiles happily.
Someone says (in old-common), 'and I am here, and have voice.'.

You say (in common), 'No trouble, per se'.
You say (in common), 'My quill is slow sometimes'.

Someone smiles faintly. "I know the feeling well."

You say (in common), 'Perhaps the pacing will help?'.

Someone rises and slowly walks the length of the table on its far side.
Someone turns and paces back towards the fountain.
Someone seats themselves once more, fingers trailing through the pool beneath the fountain's cascade.

Gwyrdain glances from parchment to pool and back again.
Gwyrdain quickly scribbles a line.

You frown. What's bothering you?

You get a long black quill from a leather backpack.

c 'enchant' quill
A long black quill glows yellow.
Ok.

>wear quill
You stop using a fishing spear.
You wield a long black quill.

You say (in common), 'That should make corrections easier'.

You rest.

You are thirsty.
You drink water from a fountain.

Someone rummages in a beltpouch, then sets a small glass bottle on the table, scooting it in his direction.
Someone drops an ink bottle.

You get an ink bottle.

You hold an ink bottle in your hands.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Sometimes having the right tools can make the job easier.'.
Someone indicates the ink and quill.

You say (in common), 'Well, quite'.
You say (in common), 'The words flow... a bit.'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'What is it that you endeavor to record or capture, if it is not rude to ask?'.

You say (in common), 'Why, the past of course.'.

Gwyrdain tilts his head.

Someone says (in old-common), 'And are you terribly old, to remember ancient days?'.

You say (in common), 'Older than some, wearier than most.'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Can you not lay down your burdens and rest a time, and be restored?'.

You say (in common), 'I hope we need not call my youth ancient days, though. Where may I lay them and what rest awaits me? At the end of my road, perhaps'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'For one of your faith, I would think the Temple of Lord Nash would be such a place.'.

Gwyrdain nods slowly.

You say (in common), 'It has profound meaning. Only whether is is restful or nay...'.

Someone nods.
Someone says (in old-common), 'Perhaps one of the other Nashite Temples..? The Draoi had a lovely glade, surely it would be peaceful?'.

You say (in common), 'Only the worthy'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'your humility and humbleness do you honor.'.

You cough.
You are thirsty.
You drink water from a fountain.

You say (in common), 'Let us not be distracted by self, though'.

Someone slides a bit further down the fountain's enclosure as you approach to drink.
Someone says (in old-common), 'So to what historical event do you turn your quill, if not of yourself?'.

You say (in common), 'Well, events from my perspective so the I is not wholly removed.'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'the dawn of the fourth age? the discovery of the new Frontier? Perhaps the ascension of a deity or the fall of one?'.

You say (in common), 'Oh nothing so grand. Family matters....'.
Gwyrdain looks uncomfortable.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Forgive me, I did not mean to pry. '.
Someone says (in old-common), 'The world can be a bit focused on violence and adventure. It is rare to see someone pause to reflect and record.'.
Someone says (in old-common), 'I am a bard, so it piqued my curiosity, and thus forgot my manners.'.

-=[ INFO ]=- Retrieving TFC Stats Page.
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| CLASS DISTRIBUTION |
| 3 mage (was 4) |
| 3 thief (was 3) |
| 2 ranger (was 1) |
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who
3 players.
Hum [ Ra:21 Ma:22 Th:21 ] Gwyrdain is scribbling at a long bench in the Kitchen.
Elf [ Ra:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Anduin, Lunar Elf of Passion
Hum [ Ma:20 Th:20 ] Malkil, Wererats rule the world.

You say (in common), 'Well, I was reminded recently of... '.
You say (in common), 'well, earlier days'.
You say (in common), 'things I have not dwelt on in ages'.
You say (in common), 'best to record these things now before they retreat again into the haze'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Happy days?'.

You say (in common), 'days'.
You say (in common), 'Sing me a lay, oh bard. Perhaps that will help the words to flow.'.

Someone sits down and thinks deeply.
Someone says (in old-common), 'I do not know many songs a'plaisance... most are sorrowful histories.'.

You are thirsty.

You say (in common), 'No, that will not do'.

You drink water from a fountain.

You say (in common), 'No matter'.
You say (in common), 'though perhaps you are no bard but merely a mischievous sprite?'.

Someone turns and inspects over their shoulder for wings. "No, not a sprite."

Lexie makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Lexie draws a funny looking rune in the air.

Lexie hugs you.

You tell Lexie (in common), 'Have you ever known the Kitchen to be inhabited by a mischievous fountain sprite?'.

Lexie tells you (in common), 'no..but vortex is inhabited by a pinking sprite'.

Gwyrdain puts quill to bottle.
Gwyrdain closes his eyes in concentration.

You blink.
You sigh.

Someone glances over.

You say (in common), 'Oh yes, I have been at this for hours and what to show? But three paragraphs.'.
You say (in common), 'and flaccid ones at that.'.

Someone says (in old-common), 'Three more than any other. So an achievement, still.'.

You say (in common), 'a start'.
You say (in common), 'I must sleep on these thoughts.'.

Someone nods.

You say (in common), 'Thank you muse.'.

Someone blinks.
Someone says (in old-common), 'I am no muse.'.
Someone says (in old-common), 'Though, perhaps, when we meet again next, I will have a cheery song for you.'.

You raise your eyebrow.

Someone says (in old-common), 'I heard tale of an Ogre Bard once...'.

You snicker softly.
You bow deeply.

Someone smiles happily.
Someone says (in old-common), 'Good night.'.

Fare thee well!

Writing - Log by Cordir


An errant breeze carries a soft hint of humming that catches your ear and then is gone.

Theros gossips (in common), 'What the deuce'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'did u see that'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'no, but I heard something'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'yes that :P'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'It's rather odd'.
Theros gossips (in common), 'where did everyone go?'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'not sure'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'too weird'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'yes, maybe this is an episode of TFC Twilight Zone'.

Cordir gossips, '.. sorry. That was me.'.
Cordir gossips, 'I didn't mean for anyone to hear.'.

Theros gossips (in common), ':( I thought it was portentous'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'yes, what he said'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'ooo, ooo. give us something portentous and appropriate to the audience'.

Cordir gossips, '.. portentous? No. Only a hint of something for someone.'.
Cordir gossips, 'I was asked to write. And so I do.'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'I might actually be more confused now!'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'me too'.

Cordir gossips, 'I was asked for a song earlier tonight. So.. I am crafting one. I was humming the tune. I didn't realize others heard it.'.
Cordir gossips, 'my apologies.'.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'well it sounded lovely'.

Cordir gossips, 'I was writing of someone deeply dear to me, and when my heart moved, I suppose the world heard.'.

Theros gossips (in common), 'No one asks the gods for a song. Outrageous'.

Cordir gossips, '...'.

Silence falls heavy, the air going still with sadness.

Theros gossips (in common), 'lexie, can we cry together?'.

(Lexie's Point of View)

A Small Stand of Palms
[Exits: north west]
Tall palms reach skyward, the wind through their tops providing a
comforting music. The shade they provide is a welcome respite from
the harsh desert sun, and beneath them, scattered here and there,
are the husks of fallen fruit. A low flat rock deliberately set
beneath one large palm seems to be a perfect spot to sit and rest
for a time, soothed by the rustling of the fronds that drifts down
from above.
The sky is rainy and a cold northern gust blows.
(Invis) (Hide) Lexie is flying here.

Theros arrives from a puff of smoke.

Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh i thought i was the only one that felt like crying'.

You cry on his shoulder.

Theros says (in common), 'whut?!'.
Theros blinks.
Theros blinks.

You giggle.
You thank Theros heartily.

Theros says (in common), 'but, I ... '.
Theros says (in common), '...'.

You raise your eyebrow.

Theros gulps.
Theros kisses your hand. How continental!
Theros says (in common), 'er'.
Theros says (in common), 'not that'.

You snuggle him.

Theros bursts into tears.

You say (in common), 'well i hope you didnt mean to KILL me'.

Theros says (in common), 'not today'.

You grin wickedly.
Theros says (in common), 'Though I do hear that everyone who loves you best does wish you ill'.
Theros sits down and thinks deeply.

You laugh.

You say (in common), 'i wonder who the song is for though!'.

Lexie is very curious.

Theros says (in common), 'Oh, don't believe it'.
Theros says (in common), 'Silly gods'.

Lexie hides behind a palm tree.

Theros bites his lower lip.

Lexie waits for a lightning bolt to fry the fish.

Theros smirks.
Theros says (in common), 'don't try too hard'.
Theros pokes you in the ribs.

You giggle.
Theros says (in common), 'pardon me.'.

Theros disappears in a mushroom cloud.

You laugh.