Quote of RP

[Ivan38Rus]

Stuff

That's some fine narrative there ! Good job, very immersive.

[PiaMango]

More NPC trolling. This was when I first made Sveta and was gearing her up at the AH in BG, her personality was undecided upon at the time. Janice is Considerate's less than pretty (a slight understatement) warrior.

Janice: Sniffs and rubs her nose with the back of her left hand, before looking over the wares as offered by Harry.
Sveta Asperan: *her ears tilt down slight, she takes a step aside from the lady, occasionally glancing in her direction with a frown*
Flaming Fist Guardsman: *This soldier gives you a grumpy glare*
Janice: Meets Sveta's occasionally glances with a glare. "Eh, what are you looking at." she huffs.
Flaming Fist Guardsman: A flower. It must be..
Sveta Asperan: "Oh um.. er nothing." *she keeps her gaze down looking through the consignment book*

I would post some of my other favourite moments, however the context behind them would be lengthy and detract from the humor.

[Lyrewyn]

Jumping on the Considerate_ bandwagon. I make no apologies for being tl;dr.

1. Louise De La'Valliere: "Mm. That would make sense," to Tamara, "Do you still have your room all the way over there?"
   Tamara: She offers a shy smile at Merek. "Well, pleased to meet you again mister Merek."
   Merek Asher: You as well, Tamara. nod nods
   Tamara: "Ahm. . . I guess, Bentley said I could have a room anytime I wanted, if only I'd sing a song or two each day."
   Tamara: "Not. . . visited the Friendly Arm for almost three months. So not sure if the offer still stands."
   Merek Asher: You can probably renew it....
   Louise De La'Valliere: Louise smiles slightly at that, but chooses not to speak on behalf of Tamara.
   Merek Asher: Well....I am sorry, but, I do not wish to stick too long around the city....its abit too...cloistered...for my tastes....so, I must depart....but, it was good to see you, Tamara, and you as well, Tamara's friend.....
   Merek Asher: (/I need to go
   Tamara: "So ahm. . ." shuffles her feet awkwardly, not quite sure what to make of herself. "what brings you to the Gate?"
   Merek Asher: Ah....buisness....
   Merek Asher: I've been seeking out the new fest hall of Sharess, but, I cannot seem to find it.
   Tamara: "Oh. . . o-okay. . . take care mister Merek." she says, offering the man another careful smile - lifting her free hand to wave at him.
   Merek Asher: ......Well, its not a festhall yet...
   Merek Asher: But, its in the works.
   Tamara: ". . . aaahm" flushes a light rosa colour at those words.
   Louise De La'Valliere: Louise blinks at the mention of Sharess, but remembers her curtseys in time to say, "Well . . . good luck in finding what you're looking for. Mercy keep you."
   Merek Asher: nods Selune light your paths in the coming darkness.
   Tamara: "T-. . . there's some girls down by the docks, i-. .. if that's what you want."
   Merek Asher: .....Nothing of that sort. chuckles
   Merek Asher: I was just going to offer to give massages for their parlour.
   Louise De La'Valliere: Louise gives a small wave of her hand to the departing figure, and almost chokes trying to stop a reaction from Tamara's words.
   Tamara: She just offers a conspiratorial nod at Merek, as if playing along with his 'charade'
   Merek Asher: nods Fair thee well.....and, if you see any red dragons, duck!
   Louise De La'Valliere: "Wizards are . . . odd," is all Louise seems to be able to say.
   Tamara: Seeming a little embarrased, as she remembers Louise is still by her side - she mumbles a few hushed words to her companion.
   Tamara: "They need to eat too. . ."

[Gareut]

[Passiflora]

[PiaMango]

Sveta Asperan: [Tell] Hey, whats this I'm hearing about storming the temple with hellstorm. I'll have you know we have theo on our side! maybe... I mean... he has tried to kill us countless of times... uh.
[DM] Maecius: [Tell] All I know is that you may or may not be walking the plank soon!
Sveta Asperan: [Tell] whats the DC to swim while wearing fullpalte?
[DM] Maecius: [Tell] With your arms tied behind your back? Pretty high.

(a small fix of typos >.>)

[Maecius]

I'm sorry, but using Maecius quotes in here is kind of cheating. He's funny, like, 100% of the time.

[Solaris]

When elves talk about being fat....

Nai snuggles on to Mendel's lap:
Ithilwen:she glances at Nai with a slight smile and turns to Kael It is good you sit so close to the fire dear, or I could do the same. she keeps a straight face, but then smiles a bit on her own joke
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen:she giggles at ithilwen's joke.
Kor'Vain: I can change it to ice, if you wish...
Mendel: he smiles at Ithilwen
Kor'Vain: elemental manipulation is a jest for a mage of my power
Deleniel Vanaer: del looked between the two mages, eyes wide and blinking. having some trouble imagening ithilwen crawling into kael's lap.
Kor'Vain: Me, that is.
Kor'Vain: There IS no mage of my power.
Mendel: Here we go....
Mendel: shakes his head smiling to Kael
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: she giggles again
Kor'Vain: Spreads his arms, innocently what?
Ithilwen: raises an eyebrow You would truly consider I would walk up and sit...on your lap?
Mendel: grins at Kael
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: Nai no knows more powerful mage who wears dress.
Kor'Vain: Ah well, I could employ a simple levitation spell, truly...
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: she grins
Kor'Vain: not to say you're fat, or anything...
Kor'Vain: hehe
Kor'Vain: uh....let's change subject...
Nestarion: He eyes ithilwen for her reaction
Ithilwen: You'd better not... stares at him
Deleniel Vanaer: this causes a suppressed laughing sound
Mendel: eyes widen, looking at Ithilwen now
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen:her no haves to takes that ithilwen
Kor'Vain: Hm...right, yes, well...ah...
Kor'Vain: to Nai why don't we discuss the matters at hand!
Mendel: coughs Right, lets stay on topic.... before a spell comes along Kaels way says playfully
Kor'Vain: As if that had never happened before...
Ithilwen: She looks down at herself Fat is something I would not call myself in the least bit raises an eyebrow, then watches Nai Of course not...He just said he did not think me fat...
Nimcarak: Nim looks over hoping for snow
Kor'Vain: bad dog!
Kor'Vain: bad!!
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: her is good pup!
Kor'Vain: of course, until she hopes for an ice storm...
Mendel: chuckles
Ithilwen: watches around the table with a confused look Did anyone imply I was in fact...fat?
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: she laughs
Mendel: shakes his head hastily to ithilwen
Mendel: no... noone did
Kor'Vain: Thank you for the question
Mendel: Noone
Nestarion: he shakes his head, lying politely
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen:Nai am going be fat
Kor'Vain: I can safely say nobody has ever said such a thing
Kor'Vain: eyes Nai warily
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: she grins giggling
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: When mendel and nai have pups!
Ithilwen: Right... That would be ludicrous to begin with in fact...Me, fat eyes Nai
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen: No now!
Mendel: facepalms Alright.... Talassians... where were we?
Kor'Vain: yes, well...it's evident they will not stop
Kor'Vain: we probably should expand our patrols to the outer forest, brother
Mendel: nods in agreement, trying to change the subject Good point Kael

[Hidennka]

Better Than Faeces!

Laitae Lafreth: Ivan. I was wondering why the temple suddenly started smelling of forest.
Ivan: . . . It's a nice smell, isn't it?
Cecilia Lafayette: "It is better than faeces."
Laitae Lafreth: *her head quickly turns to Cecilia, her eyes blinking*
Ivan: *he blinks* That's how high up it ranks for you?
Ivan: Well, low, I should say.
Cecilia Lafayette: "Uh. . . paladin humor?" she offers, scratching her cheek with a single digit. She obviously really sucks at jokes.
Laitae Lafreth: *she clears her throat somewhat and looks back to Ivan* Uh... I'm an elf, so yes, the smell of forest is pleasing.


Boys will be Boys.

Eldarian Al'maire: "And. . .I don't have a beard. So."
Cecilia Lafayette: " . . . . please, don't ever grow one."
Ivan: You should.
Eldarian Al'maire: He glances from Cecilia to Ivan and coughs. "It's like part of the process of being an adventurer or--"
Eldarian Al'maire: "I should?"
Ivan: Ah, grow a beard.
Cecilia Lafayette: "No. . ." she turns to glare at Ivan's suggestion.
Ivan: *he blinks, looking at Cecilia* Right.
Eldarian Al'maire: He brings his gloved fingers up to his clean-shaved jaw. "Really?"
Cecilia Lafayette: "Please no. You are quite manly enough as it is. Ah. A beard might be too much." she states, wrinkling her nose in distaste and fumbling for a flattering rejection of the idea.
Eldarian Al'maire: ". . ." He drops his hand, his hopes and dreams of a beard like Ivan's tossed upon the wind and scattered.
Ivan: *as she looks away, Ivan nods and points to his beard, looking at Eldarian*
Eldarian Al'maire: He gives the man a thumbs up, the sun rising on his hopes once more.
Ivan: *quickly hiding the gesture*
Eldarian Al'maire: He throws his hand down and clears his throat.
Cecilia Lafayette: Cecilia -sighs- and shakes her head.

[VanillaRose]

VR: 1
Pun-Pun: 1
Kobolds: 1
HK: 0

Your move, my dear.

[Deathgrowl]

In the temple of Lathander.

Cecilia Lafayette: "The 'ghost' as he referenced himself, said something about being my protector in an effort to undo the work of Eliphas, or something of that nature. To be careful as the Zhentarim is going to strike."
Cecilia Lafayette: "Again, likely delusions of a madman. But. Words given all the same."
Berea Merriman: "...very odd."
Cecilia Lafayette: "I don't see why everyone insists that I need 'protection'. I am quite capable." she huffs.
Laitae Lafreth: "Sounds like a psychosis."
Sir Jonas Rokranon: Jonas stares at Cecilia.
Sir Jonas Rokranon: "Confidence is good."
Sir Jonas Rokranon: "Do not fall into the trap of overconfidence."
Sir Jonas Rokranon: "You should get a bucket and mop."
Erza: "Better to be safe then sorry."
Sir Jonas Rokranon: "Clean this floor."
Cecilia Lafayette: "I welcome the aid o---"
Sir Jonas Rokranon: "Then do it again, because you will do a poor job the first time."
Cecilia Lafayette: She blinks. . . then. . . goes to fetch a bucket.


I laughed disturbingly long at this.

[Hidennka]

A shout out to the undervalued and underappreciated - always putting a smile on my face and making me laugh! ♥

Wesley Forrell: nods to Eldarian and Cecilia "Good day to you both."
Eldarian Al'maire: "Lathander's light," he states with a dip of his head to the man in farewell.
Ameris Santraeger: *He bows to Eldarian and then Cecilia* It was a pleasure to see you both again. Mercy bless.
Cecilia Lafayette: "Farewell Fox." she smiles, inclining her head. "Brother."
Wesley Forrell: winks at Cecilia "Fear not. This will not be the last time you get to look at my backside."
Cecilia Lafayette: "What!?" She horror-faces, blue eyes widening.
Eldarian Al'maire: "Brother," he offers a polite bow to the man, fist to heart.
Wesley Forrell: turns and strolls ever so slowly toward the door, swaying gregariously.
Ameris Santraeger: Honestly...
Cecilia Lafayette: She certainly avoids looking!
Ameris Santraeger: You are right, some things don't change.
Eldarian Al'maire: "Stop looking, Ameris!"
Ameris Santraeger: *laughs*
Wesley Forrell: doesn't turn back but speaks loudly "You know you'll regret not looking..."
Cecilia Lafayette: Cecilia's face reddens, the crimson hue from the tips of her ears reaching her cheeks.
Wesley Forrell: flips his cloak up over one arm as he reaches for the door.
Wesley Forrell: "Last chance...."
Eldarian Al'maire: Eldarian places a hand over his lips and turns away from the scene. His shoulders bounce, however.
Cecilia Lafayette: She coughs loudly. "Goodbye Fox."
Wesley Forrell: chuckles loudly "Not goodbye. Good journey."

[finneas]

That doesn't sound like Fox at all.... You sure you didn't make that up?

[Nomster]

Tart Tyranny

Scene: An inn. Ameris wants to get Tethyrian pear tarts. Cormyrean ones are the only ones available. Those apparently "taste of wood, and serfdom, and rigidity". Yet, Ameris eats his with gusto after Telia makes him. He refuses to admit he likes it even if it is evident he does.

Sveta and Endelyon come by and words are exchanged. Ameris turns his back, and Telia steals away what remains of his tart. The two women leave and the tart theft is noticed...

Ameris Santraeger: *he looks down to his plate*
Telia Navra: *she picks up her sherry, sipping it innocently*
Ameris Santraeger: *he tries not to look disappointed*
Ameris Santraeger: *fails*
Ameris Santraeger: What was that about eating together?
Telia Navra: *she giggles a bit at his expression, then pushes her plate towards him, along with her unfinished pear tart*
Telia Navra: Admit you like it!
Ameris Santraeger: *he takes it" Very well, like Cormyr against Valashar, I am defeated!
Telia Navra: Say it! I like Cormyrean pear tarts!
Ameris Santraeger: ...you want the actual words?
Telia Navra: *a nod, and a smile*
Ameris Santraeger: Like those words?
Telia Navra: *she reaches forward, a finger hooking on to the plate*
Telia Navra: Those words.
Ameris Santraeger: I.
Ameris Santraeger: Like.
Telia Navra: *she slowly begins to inch the plate away from him, all the while wearing a smile*
Ameris Santraeger: ....gah...*he takes a sip*
Ameris Santraeger: Cormyrean
Ameris Santraeger: Peartarts *he lunges forward, to take the tart from the plate, munching it down*
Telia Navra: *she laughs, surprised, as he stuffs his mouth with it*
Ameris Santraeger: *mouth full* Its a blow for freedom against your tart tyranny

[PiaMango]

There is great pride and honor to be won in trading insults, the most fierce battle at the tournament debatable was one held by two bards. The Bardess in Blue, Lady Endelyon, and the Incorrigible swashbuckler, Captain Mealir Ostirel.

I present to you the record of the battle that ensued. (minus the crowds reactions)

A flyting of two bards.

Captain Mealir Ostirel: A big bulging butt befitting a buffoon!
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Is that what you count upon to make them swoon?
Captain Mealir Ostirel: After a battle of swords this is a battle of wiits.. I saw you with a sword
Endelyon: *She would being laughing as well, if only briefly, before she regained her composure and eyed the half-elf and appearing to bristle*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: And one fights who what he lacks the most!
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *takes a step back*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *hands on his own butt, making large motions*
Sveta Asperan: *Sveta does her best to remain composed* Endelyon, please do share with us your retort
Endelyon: *Her mouth opens wide at his rude gesture, smiling as she stepped forward*
Endelyon: *She draws in a deep breath, and then begins her "retort," as the Head Watchknight had so eloquently put it*
Endelyon: Oh Captain my Captain, your prose is "so deep!"
Endelyon: That is, so deeply disturbing it makes trolls even weep!
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *sniffs*
Endelyon: *Looking Mealir up and down* You're more feminine than me, but you think you're a gentleman..
Endelyon: How do you get your hat to match your tunic so well?
Endelyon: I bet your manicurist has a dozen stories to tell.
Endelyon: *She would step back, winking at Mealir*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *shakes his head and waves his arms up his head*
Sveta Asperan: *a smile is apparent on her face yet she remains her composure* Captain Ostirel, you have the stage.
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Your sentences were chewed 100 times like cows do !
Captain Mealir Ostirel: A strenuous... arduous job made by .. hand
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Just about enough to pleasure yourself .. so bland
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *grins wryly and steps back*
Endelyon: *Her jaw drops, and she looked like she might burst into laughter*
Endelyon: *Trying to quickly regain her composure as she steps forward*
Endelyon: *She clears her throat*
Endelyon: This battle's already mine, see how well I rhyme? Just give up now and save us all some time.
Endelyon: *Taking a breath in briefly* Your creativity shows lack, with a name like "Whistling Wandress"
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *opens his mouth in a O*
Endelyon: Given light of all the facts, I'd suggest "Squandering Sonorous"
Endelyon: *She takes a step back once more*
Sveta Asperan: Do you have any final words in retort, Captain Ostirel? Endelyon's words are truly sharp.
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Touché !
Endelyon: *She grins at Mealir*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Apparently the grass is greener where I defecate ..
Captain Mealir Ostirel: And in following my feces .. you're having some success
Endelyon: *She would place a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: But look ! I stand up now ! It looks a cow .. moos like a cow, has the instinct of a cow ! You're but a cow
Endelyon: *A scoff, she would really appear scandalized*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Know that I'm your master loser, on this last thing, I buckler up and box you in *harrumpts*
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *seems slightly apologetic now*
Endelyon: *She smirks, looking to Sveta as if to wait the woman's "go ahead"*
Sveta Asperan: Endelyon, any final words?
Endelyon: *She steps forward, counting the beats of her words in her head as she begins her final verse*
Endelyon: Don't try to wax lyrical, your attempt was just satirical.
Endelyon: You thought you had me at first, but beating me will take a miracle.
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *lets out a little laugh*
Endelyon: Your words are the worst. Did you even rehearse..?
Endelyon: Or were you too busy trying to pick out a purse?
Captain Mealir Ostirel: *opens large eyes*
Endelyon: *She dips her head low at Mealir*
Endelyon: *Offering him a warm smile now*