Quote of RP

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//Oooooooooh -- the dying cleric! I remember hosting that pimple haha good times You should have seen the disappointment in my face when you insta killed him spent 20 mins setting up that event!

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Server was down for.. it must have been at least minutes, excruciating! So here you go.

Exordius Vrass: inter-racial strife, mistaken identity, and pure foolishness
Exordius Vrass: with alot of testosterone
Exordius Vrass: drama at its finest
Sirion Te'dwa: Test... what now?
Doli Dotin: *w* I didn't know thar would be a test.... *grins*
Exordius Vrass: its the essence of manhood
Sirion Te'dwa: *Blinks*
Exordius Vrass: its what makes men men
Sirion Te'dwa: Are you referring to Jhuild?
Exordius Vrass: possibly
Exordius Vrass: if thats what its called here
Sirion Te'dwa: *He nods* I think it is.
Exordius Vrass: then Jhuild it is
Exordius Vrass: too much Jhuild last night
Sirion Te'dwa: Mm.. never a good thing



Llanwyr Hithraava: *Inclines his head to Aavalries, apologetically* Master Gary goes to great lengths to show everyone what a bad, bad guy he is.

Reineke Ingenium: Bed, or the inn.
Isabella Villame: Inn. With some cefieene.
Reineke Ingenium: Caffeine? You sure?
Isabella Villame: And thre can fregt it profits.
Isabella Villame: An ywah. Ithouth I tniik I ned up snring tjhe soup.
Sirion Te'dwa: All I am hearing is "bed, get me to the bed before I pass out"



Manah: Oh!
Sirion Te'dwa: Hm? Found something?
Manah: He dropped a beer!
Sirion Te'dwa: ...
Thevor Stanov: ... He?
Sirion Te'dwa: No.
Captain Mealir Ostirel: A fire el-
Thevor Stanov: The ... living bonfire?
Captain Mealir Ostirel: Hells.
Sirion Te'dwa: I refuse to live in a world where balls of fire are male and drop beers as they die.

Arianna: Teach me Rin!
Arianna: To one day be a les-a Sunite like you.

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This was a few months ago but a trip down memory lane made me want to make a Quote of RP post about it.

Daug'aonar and Pug'aonar drawn by the talented CommanderKrieg!

And this is my own sketch, though I got the hat wrong...


[Bregan D'aerthe 'typical' planning and meeting]
Imyvor Vesche: "Greetings, Wirg."
Wirg Bunegrynder: *Wirg walks in with his eyes down. He looks up to the others and groans.*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Me am su surree."
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: Vendui
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Me tried tu dizuade him, but him nub lizten. Me su surree."
Imyvor Vesche: Hm?" *He looks puzzled.* "What are you on about?"
Pugratix: Following the apology from Wirg, Pugratix walks in with a pointed hat on. A pair of shaded spectacles sits upon his nose and a fake mustache has been glued to his face.
Pugratix: "Allo Guv'nahs. Oi'm ready fer tha' meetin'."
Imyvor Vesche: *He just stares at Pugratix.*
Elarann Rilidill: *stands aside from the Juvenile* [Dragon]
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she laughs her wicked laugh*
Daug'aonar: *stares at Pug*
Daug'aonar: Who is this? I am not knowing this dragon. Who is it? Where is Pug?
Pugratix: "How do ye loike me disguise? Oi even picked up meself an accent. Tryin' tae sound loike some cockney backwater prick. Aye guv?"
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Nub enkurage him."
Imyvor Vesche: "It certainly does bring thoughts away from your draconic heritage."
Daug'aonar: *snickers*
Pugratix: "Thar be a dragon 'ere? Where?" He looks around.
Imyvor Vesche: "No way around it, is it Wirg?"
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Lat kan tri. Onze me said uz guin' in dizguized him said him kumin an went tu get dat stupid dizguize."
Imyvor Vesche: *He clears his throat.* "Pugratix, it is obvious you are a dragon."
Pugratix: "Stupid eh? This mustache be real Druegar 'air, ye cocky bastard."
Imyvor Vesche: "We will travel invisible."
Elarann Rilidill: *puts a ring on*
Elarann Rilidill: Tell me when I need to be invisible. The spell doesn't last too long.
Pugratix: "Who be Pugratix? Oi am an idiot fro' the Darkwoods. Call me Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow*
Imyvor Vesche: "I can Teleport us straight to outside [location]."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Heh heh."
Imyvor Vesche: "Wirg and I will be doing most of the talking."
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: you are good at it then.. bwael *she smiles*
Daug'aonar: We are just to protect, yes?
Imyvor Vesche: "Indeed."
Imyvor Vesche: "One of theirs wanted [secret stuff]"
Imyvor Vesche: "We will not travel with visible wards."
Imyvor Vesche: "Show your weapon though, Daug."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Uz shuld go uver sum uther ground ruulz." *He says this while looking at Daug'aonar.* "Nub pullin' out weapunz unlezz uz am attacked. Nub cutting off fingurs. Nub makin' a fuul uf uz."
Imyvor Vesche: "I can make your weapon stronger as well, Elarann."
Daug'aonar: *hangs his cleaver on his belt* I know my job
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Oh lat wunt him tu shuw weapun?"
Daug'aonar: I will wait for orders.
Elarann Rilidill: *inclines his head*
Pugratix: "Foist toime fa' everythin' roight guv'nah?"
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she unshealthes her bastard sword*
Elarann Rilidill: *sheaths the rapier again*
Daug'aonar: I wont kill any surfacers
Daug'aonar: Unless they attack
Imyvor Vesche: "I will offer names if asked, unless anyone is opposed to that."
Elarann Rilidill: No issue with that.
Elarann Rilidill: What is a guv'nah?
Pugratix: "A Guv'nah is wha' yer ma' screams in bed wi' me."
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she laughs again*
Elarann Rilidill: My ma? You ate her?
Elarann Rilidill: Good riddance for that spiderkisser bitch.
Elarann Rilidill: *grins*
Imyvor Vesche: *He gives Pugratix a look.*
Imyvor Vesche: "Right. Vierna is in [location] already. We will meet with her there."
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she nods*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Me wil walk arund firzt, mayk suur uz am alune an' nubudee spyin'."
Daug'aonar: *nods*
Elarann Rilidill: *nods*
Pugratix: "Roight propa' move there Guv."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Shaddup Pug."
Imyvor Vesche: "Very well. Will you return for us, or send a Sending?"
Pugratix: "Who be Pug?"
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she grins*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Shaddup Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow*
Pugratix: "Oh!"
Imyvor Vesche: "Wirg. Will you be returning for us, or send us a Sending?"
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Me wil uze a Sendin'."
Imyvor Vesche: *He nods.*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Luuk for a Wolf and... Uh... Pug'aonar when lat get dere."
Daug'aonar: We are ready?
Imyvor Vesche: "Yes."
Elarann Rilidill: Ready.
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar! Aye tha' be me name, Pug'aonar."
Pugratix: "Gonna say it all noight."
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Imyvor Vesche: "I will use an invisibility on Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *looks back at Pug'aonar*
Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow*
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: Your disguise is stupid
Pugratix: "Wha' disguise?"
Daug'aonar: *huffs*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Wuna mayk him invizibul?... .. .. Maybee sumtin' tu stup him from talkin?"
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Elarann Rilidill: *glares at Pug under the mask*
Pugratix: "Eva' been tae tha' Darkwoods Daug'aonar? Its me home turf, me bein' Pug'aonar."
Pugratix: "Ye'll know yer there when ye see brothers and sisters matin'."
Alasarn: Imyvor Vesche Message: "We should talk about the offer you gave me earlier."
Alasarn: [Tell] A magical sending arrives from Alasarn, you can respond immediately: "We should talk about the offer you gave me earlier."
Imyvor Vesche: *Totally acts like he does not recieve a Sending in his mind which he can hear being spoken out aloud.*
Daug'aonar: It is not your home turf. It is my home turf
Elarann Rilidill: *looks over to Alasarn*
Pugratix: "Oh so yer ma' is also yer aunt?"
Imyvor Vesche: A quiet reply is given in Alasarn's mind, "Vendui, I am unavailable at the moment. Another cycle may be more suitable."
Alasarn: *scratches his head* "Vith these scro---oh they work after all."
Daug'aonar: I am not knowing ma
Pugratix: "No' surprised!"
Daug'aonar: Darkwoods was ma, darkwoods was sire
Daug'aonar: Darkwoods all life
Daug'aonar: *thumps chest*
Imyvor Vesche: "Gather around."
Pugratix: "Yer a special lad eh, Daug'aonar? Did ye hit yer head often?"
Elarann Rilidill: *stands closer to the dragon without wanting it*
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow as they teleport*
Daug'aonar: *They narrow at the dragon*
Imyvor Vesche: *It was flawless.*
Elarann Rilidill: *looks around* This doesn't look like the surface.
Imyvor Vesche: "I will cast Invisibility on Pugratix then."
Elarann Rilidill: Is it?
Imyvor Vesche: "It is a cave on the surface."
Pugratix: "Oh, Elarann."
Pugratix: "If ye look up, ye'll notice the sky. Stare tae long an' ye fall intae it, becareful! Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *hisses*
Zil'Vyrae Rahn: *she laughs*
Elarann Rilidill: Hm *nods and shows the tongue to the Juvenile, which stops the tongue at the mask*
Daug'aonar: Circle the conjurer

[More planning]
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *then his eyes narrow at Pugatrix*

Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow at pug* [Again]

[Actual meeting]
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Why lat keep sayin' dat?"
Pugratix: "Daug hates it.. and I am practicing."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Oh.. ... keep it up."
Imyvor Vesche: "Gratitude for the hospitality shown... [secret meeting talk?]"
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Someone: *quirks a brow at the pairs antics, then says to Imyvor* Perhaps with time, a trust can be built.
Imyvor Vesche: *Scratches his cheek, looking at the dragon and decides to say... nothing about it.*

[After the meeting, back in BD HQ]
Vierna Hun'viir: *She looks at Pug and then Imyvor.* "What do you say, want to take it out back? I can bring the wine and you the chocolates."
Pugratix: "With you? Sure baby."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Ey wut..."
Imyvor Vesche: *He tilts his head at Vierna, to judge in what way she said that in.*
Vierna Hun'viir: *It was a playful tone.*
Imyvor Vesche: "If you wish to converse, I will converse with you."
Vierna Hun'viir: "Just trying to mend bridges instead of burning them down."
Imyvor Vesche: "Would you prefer to speak now, or later?"
Vierna Hun'viir: *She shrugs.*
Pugratix: "Just go you crazy love birds."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Shaddup Pug."
Imyvor Vesche: "Please do excuse us then." *He looks to the others, stepping away. Not minding Pugratix's words.*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Me guin' tu bed."
Imyvor Vesche: *Nods to Wirg.*
Vierna Hun'viir: "For the record, Pug, I am only into women."
Pugratix: "That is fine, so am I."
Vierna Hun'viir: "Hah."
Pugratix: "As for me, I will be outside of Daug'aonars quarters quietly saying 'Pug'aonar' into his room."
Pugratix: "Then when I hear him come to the door, I will run away."
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Brilient."
Imyvor Vesche: "Right. Make sure he does not cleaver down the door to my chambers when he comes after you." [Pugratix sleeps in Vesche's chambers]

[Another cycle]
Imyvor Vesche: "Greetings Wirg, Pugratix." *Nods to each.*
Wirg Bunegrynder: "Ug."
Pugratix: "Who is Pugratix?"
Arundae Dyraalis: *She raises her hand in a greeting gesture*
Imyvor Vesche: *Swirls around on the stool. There are some potions on the counter.*
Imyvor Vesche: "Sorry, Pugyvor."
Pugratix: "Pug'aonar."
Arundae Dyraalis: *she just releases a soft sigh*
Imyvor Vesche: "Naturally, Pug'dae."
Arundae Dyraalis: *...casts a glance at Vesche*

[Pugratix continued to insist on being called Pug'aonar]

[artemitavik]

During a discussion as to the level of brooding that Derik does... which he contends is negligible despite what his wife and closest friends say.

He was speaking to Wren who mentioned her familiarity with brooding:

Wren Di'Corvi Blackthorne: [Whisper] .... No. Derik, you are the antithesis of "brooding edgelord."
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Wren Di'Corvi Blackthorne: [Whisper] "It's two very different things- brooding, and simply having nothing to say."

Derik Ranloss: [Whisper] I know! But I can't convince them of that.

Wren Di'Corvi Blackthorne: [Whisper] "You're like a teddy bear filled with sunshine, Derik. With swords."

[Darradarljod]

(paraphrasing of Anthem, Paladin of Torm, and Raganhar, berserker of Icewind Dale, discussing the meaning of Anthem's peculiar religious tonsure haircut)
Anthem Arnemeiger: "It was cut this way on the day of my holy vows. A sign of my commitment to chastity; my abstinance from women and the lusts of the flesh."
Raganhar: "With a haircut like that, who needs to take a vow?"

[artemitavik]

Ronja and Derik, members of the Bladestone Foundation are talking about putting together a series of four lessons on stealth use.

As a note, Ronja and Derik have a very sibling relationship and regularly throw things like grapes or pebbles at each other at random, among other things, that often get others to threaten to "separate the children".

The conversation takes place in the Sauna of the Last Anchor, which Derik owns.

Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] That is why i will be there to observe.
Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] The last test is more dangerous or just tricky if you will.
Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] But.. its not within the city.
Derik Ranloss: [Talk] slides further into the water, arms resting on the tub line Do tell.
Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] Grins. You know, I am not entirely sure you would want to know.
Derik Ranloss: [Talk] If you're going to have them pelt me with things, that's mostly just dangerous for you... smirks, eyes closed
Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] Eyes widen then.
Ronja Leonhart: [Talk] Five lessons. There will be five lessons

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