Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

kleomenes wrote:Ameris walks into the Triel Restoration meeting:

Telia Navra: *she calmly sips from her tea as she continues to look around*
Awnrette Pylar: *eyes the shiny man at the doorway*
Crow: Stands by telia more or less still
Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *speaks Cormyrean gibberish to Cecilia*
Ameris Santraeger: *his eyes fixed on Eliphas* (((and then notices the half dozen or so other Zhentarim agents present)))
Ameris Santraeger: I'm sorry. I think I may have come to the wrong party. Triel restoration meeting?

And older one +6 months, back when Telia was GOOD! *cough-cough*

The scene: Ilmateri Temple in Baldur's Gate. Eldarian and Telia are left alone and Eldarian tries to strike up a conversation. There was no build up whatsoever to the question asked and I think this was the first time Eldarian and Telia met.


Eldarian Al'maire: He dusts his armor off as he watches her features. "So, m'lady Telia. What is the name of your current lover?"
Telia Navra: Excuse me...? *she frowns slightly as she looks at him*
Eldarian Al'maire: He stops dusting his armor off and watches her for a moment. "I apologize if I seem blunt or obtrusive. I merely meant to ask you the question so that I may ask Lathander to bless your union. . .if you've a current lover."
Telia Navra: *she blinks a couple of times and then laughs*
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks a few times at her as well.
Telia Navra: *she continues to laugh and wipes away a few tears from her eyes carefully with the back of her hand*
Eldarian Al'maire: He continues to blink in silence toward her.
Telia Navra: Oh gods... *she manages to stop laughing, shaking her head instead*
Eldarian Al'maire: "I apologize if I have offended. It is merely my duty as the Lathander also has an interest as the God of Fertility."
Telia Navra: My... bedroom was already... blessed by a priest... of his clergy.
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks a few times at her, obviously not fully understanding her words. "I see. So a cleric has already named you in their prayers." He smiles softly toward her. "Very good then. I'll not intrude further."
Telia Navra: I am not quite sure that is what happened but yes, my... room was made a holy ground to the Morninglord.
Eldarian Al'maire: He smiles over to her again. "Lathander's light spreads, then. Very good to hear."
Telia Navra: *she clears her throat,* Your offer is kind, sir but I do not wish to.... have my fertility blessed.
Telia Navra: And I do not have a lover. *she smiles, seeming to have regained her composure*
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks at her a few times. "Very well then, I'll not push it upon someone." He then sends another pearly white smile her way. "Ah, my apologies. Rumors abound then, as usual."
Telia Navra: Pardon.. rumours?
Eldarian Al'maire: He clears his throat. "Perhaps I should stop talking. I seem to be getting myself into trouble."
Telia Navra: *she waves a hand in the air,* No sir, please, go ahead. I would love to hear what these rumours are about..
Eldarian Al'maire: "Ah. . .there was merely your named mentioned. And then people kept chirping in with about three more names of men that you seemingly had intimate connections with."
Telia Navra: Oh they did mm.... who were these people? *she asks curiously, with a pleasant smile*

Pleasant smile = conjuring up images of how to inflict pain on those people...


Backstory: Just a few days before the above, Telia had Teleported several people to her private quarters in the White Mask Theater due to a situation. A Lathanderite Priest was called for to tend to someone, while he prayed he consecrated Telia's room to Lathander (no, he did not ask first!). Telia was nearly panicking because 1) she had a dozen people in her safe place, 2) HER BEDROOM WAS MADE HOLY GROUND. ((She did not sleep in it until the effects wore off which took days)).

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Extra. Just cause.

Scene: Destruction of Triel war. The undercover Dreadlord, posing as the Grandmaster of the Radiant Heart...


Eliphas Valkarian: Treachery around each corner, as they say.

Nomster wrote:Eldarian and Telia are left alone and Eldarian tries to strike up a conversation.

*Dies laughing, sides now in orbit around the sun*

While we are sharing amusing things about Eldarian and Lathanderites . . . (Sorry Miasmata, I couldn't resist)

Close to a month ago Eldarian and Cecilia had been spending some time together, catching up on recent events, discussing faith, situations surrounding Cecilia's birth and a blade recently blessed while in the presence of the Sun Diamond. She had asked Eldarian for his opinion on such matters, and wished to know more of the God he serves. . . it was more than she had expected.

Cecilia Lafayette: "That is. . . true. Thank you Eldarian." she nods a few times, her lips parting as if to speak, she hesitates. Then, after a pause, she speaks her thoughts "Perhaps in future you might continue to teach me more about Lathander's teachings?"
Eldarian Al'maire: "It would be my pleasure, Cecilia." He offers with a warm chuckle. "Perhaps I can even have you bare witness to a fertility ceremony if the couple is open to the idea. It's incredibly uplifting."
Cecilia Lafayette: Her eyes widen slightly, her expression tinted with the faintest of pinks "I would. . . like to see. For both that reason and to perhaps know a little more about what it was that brought me into this world."
Eldarian Al'maire: He laughs gently at her reaction.
Cecilia Lafayette: "We don't have to. . . ah. . . they don't. . . do they?"
Eldarian Al'maire: He bursts out into laughter. "You do realize that's natural, don't you?"
Cecilia Lafayette: "N-Natural! Yes! But. . . they're not going to ah. . . engage in the act of. . creating child right then and there, are they? We don't. . . watch, do we?" her eyes widen further now, the pink of her cheeks reaching the points of her ears.
Eldarian Al'maire: Eldarian bursts out in laughter again and her reaction and his spirits seem to lighten in general. "My, my. You think our clergy is a bunch of voyeurs do you?"
Cecilia Lafayette: "I. . . what? No! I don't know how it's done! Do not tease me Eldarian!" she exclaims in distress.
Eldarian Al'maire: "I did not mean to embarrass you, truly." He states with a large grin toward her, to the point where she can see his straight and white teeth.
Cecilia Lafayette: She rubs at her cheeks, red and embarrassed but in good spirits. Noting he did in fact, not give her a solid answer to her question does little to give her any other idea of the proceedings at this point, she coughs lightly.
Eldarian Al'maire: "Hmm?" He questions, his mind obviously muddled between numerous hidden thoughts.
Cecilia Lafayette: A sheepish smile follows, until she realises her gaze has lingered on his for likely an inappropriate amount of time and she shakes her head "Ah, mm. Well, if that is. . . what you do. What you wish me to be a part of. . . how I was given life . . then I will join you."
Eldarian Al'maire: "We usually do not watch such proceedings unless it is requested of us." He states with a warm smile. "I will find one that does not involve it, to make you more comfortable."
Cecilia Lafayette: "You've seen people. . ." her eyes widen and she moves the conversation along quickly "Ah, yes. Very good then." a few nods follow in agreeance "Best to start simple. . ."
Eldarian Al'maire: "Quite so," he chuckles softly. "But moving on, were there other things?"

Hidennka wrote:"My, my. You think our clergy is a bunch of voyeurs do you?"

Every clergy is.

Especiallly Lathander and..... Helm, the ever-watchfull god, who always watch everyone, even when they take a bath.

Lucy probably has a transcript of this, but I'll share what I remember.

Valkrun, Arcon, Lucy are sitting in the top floor inn room discussing shady stuff that is required to get done.

*BAM DOOR OPENS*

no-name wierdo walks in

Wierdo: *Rubbing his nipples and moaning* You ready for me?

*Blank stares*

Arcon: You've entered the wrong room son.

Wierdo: Oh I'm all ready.

Valkrun: I believe there is going to be a murder soon.

Wierdo: We're in town you can't hurt me!

Arcon: Hey you! DROP THE SWORD, DO NOT SWING THAT AT LUCY, YOU'LL KILL HER!

Lucy: PLEASE PUT THAT DOWN QUICKLY, WE DON'T WANT A FIGHT!

Wierdo: Wait what? I'm not attacking anyone, I don't have a weapon.

Arcon: *tosses a Greatsword at his feet and moves to the door* I DISARMED HIM! QUICKLY GET HIM BEFORE HE ATTACKS US AGAIN!

Wierdo: Um you have to make a roll or something to disarm me.

Valkrun: ooc: We dropped a sword down, we're claiming it's yours.

Arcon: HE'S GOING FOR THE SWORD, QUICK INN KEEPER WE'RE IN TROUBLE!

Lucy: *STARTS YELLING AND STOMPING HER FEET*

*All three draw there weapons, accept lucy who punches things*

Wierdo: You guys are wierd, I'm out of here

*Wierdo exits*

One day, in the Nexus:

Deacon: That's not Hoihe.
Hoihe: It is.
Deacon: Hoihe has a moustache.
Hoihe: Why you little!
Deacon: Denied. False Hoihe!
Hoihe: I am Hoihe!
Hoihe: The moustache is metaphysical now
Deacon: True Hoihe's rock master moustaches.
Hoihe: You mortals are deemend unworthy of seeing the moustache.
Deacon: I mean... That's like Deacon without a beard.
Deacon: No moustache = no Hoihe.
Hoihe: You just cannot see the moustache. It is not in this world.
*Deacon casts true seeing*
Deacon: Nope.
Deacon: Do you need Deacon to donate some beard to create a moustache for Hoihe?
Hoihe: Not needed. He will make one for himself after he grows enough hair.
Deacon: Maybe wear Deacon under your nose?
Hoihe: I think Mendel suggested the same.
*Deacon crawls under Hoihe's nose*
Hoihe: Hey!

Most of the people who know Llywelyn even a little bit know that he's kind of a fun guy to hang out with. (Provided you don't want your problem to be taken very seriously.) But he has an especially good rapport with the friendly, neighborhood monster hunter, Auric Blackmore.

Here are a few choice quotes from an event with the two of them, run for us back in August by the lovely DM Eurydice:

Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] He grunts as an arrow hits him in the shoulder, splintering against his armor.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "Here, back up."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "Or just FIRE AN ARROW RIGHT BESIDE MY HEAD."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] He glowers at Auric.
Skeleton Archer: [Talk] *rattle*
Auric Blackmore: [Party] He fires more arrows.

Later on . . .

Tyrantfog Zombie: [Talk] Huuuuuuuuuurrrrr...
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "Gods, this thing smells worse than Awnrette during her 'I'm going to be an elven ranger' phase."
Auric Blackmore: [Party] ". . ."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "Listen, she smelled pretty bad. I don't know much about those Doron Amar elves, but you'd think they'd bathe."
Auric Blackmore: [Party] ". . ."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] He climbs down again. This time with less difficultly.
Auric Blackmore: [Party] Auric flips the bow over his back and heads down the wall as well.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "I know you've got a thing for elves. But go for the city elves. Definitely."
Auric Blackmore: [Party] ". . ."

And later still . . .

Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] "Hmm. Who was this trapped soul to you again?" He squints at the light.
Auric Blackmore: [Party] He turns and his emerald gaze dances over the trail of light. "Someone I know," he speaks quietly in return to the man.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] Llywelyn clicks his tongue. "You know a lot of people. Most of them really annoying." He idly waves his hand through the lights as they walk past them.
Auric Blackmore: [Party] He merely grunts at the man's words. "Like yourself."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: [Party] When they reach the end of the corridor, Llywelyn considers kicking the door in, but finally opts instead for finding the sliding mechanism. "Exactly."

Some background: Cecilia's early days on the Sword Coast saw her as a shy, often curious and slightly gullible young paladin with an eagerness to please. . . albeit quite the change in comparison to present day! It was back in January, I was two months into the server and still learning the ropes. Certainty a simpler time for Ceci! That being said I've cut a great deal of dialogue so the events flow a little better.


Thomas Marlowe: Thomas stands in the central part of the church. His left knee is covered in a mud stain, and his fingers and hands are a bit muddy as well. Beside him is a content looking pig.
Humphrey: This pig seems very content.
Beatrix Rokranon: *raises a brow* Blunt is good sometimes.... and I'm always in danger of other people.... I was very good in the past.... Very good.... I do not follow such practices any more but i still have all the skills.
Eldarian Al'maire: His gaze finds Cecilia for a moment before it moves to Beatrix.
Humphrey: The pig runs over to Eldarian, and sits right on top of his left boot.
Mavicyr Savyr: *he rubs his chin, looking at Thomas*
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks and then looks down at the pig, sitting on his foot. "Ehhh. . . ."
Cecilia Lafayette: *A grin finds her lips, watching the pig*
Thomas Marlowe: "I'm not sure who you are, or why you're dropping so many names. I know your past has probably led you to a skeptical, cynical outlook, and I sure understand that."
Thomas Marlowe: "But this is the Church of Lathander. We will help anyone who needs it. And we will help you if you are afraid. We just need to understand what you are afraid of, and how we can help."
Eldarian Al'maire: He clears his throat and gently moves to nudge the foot the pig is on.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her face maintains a pleasant though solemn expression given the circumstances but those who know her would be able to tell there is a happier glow about her.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Kneels and gestures to the pig*
Humphrey: The pig rolls, slooowly, off the man's boot and onto its side. It lays there on the cool, marble floor.
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks down at the pig. "Oh no. I'm not rubbing your stomach like Thomas does."
Humphrey: It stares at Cecilia. It snorts a few times and wiggles. But seems unwilling to exert the effort required to stand and cross the room.
Beatrix Rokranon: *blinks slightly and has a small hint of a smile* True enough i suppose... I was not meaning to drop names..... just when people tend to learn of my past life they tend to look at me like i'm about to draw my bow or something.
Beatrix Rokranon: those willing to help....
Thomas Marlowe: "Ours is a faith of redemption." He smiles. "Some of the people I've played confessor to have had very awful lives, and have done very awful things. It doesn't sound to me like your past is something you're proud of, or intent on repeating."
Thomas Marlowe: "The only thing I fear right now is that you are upset and worried, and we are, at this time, unable to help. But I assure you, we are doing all we can for our brother upstairs. We even have Candlekeep's scholars trying to examine him."
Humphrey: The pig places one hoof against Eldarian's ankle, stretching for a moment. Then it rises and moves to walk under Mavicyr's robes.
Mavicyr Savyr: Ah.... is this the roast for dinner...? *he gathers his robes, the many layers of them and steps back*
Cecilia Lafayette: "We should call him Tommy Jr..."
Humphrey: The pig stares up at Mavicyr with a blank, but decidedly happy, expression.

Later in the conversation . . .

Eldarian Al'maire: "Cecilia. May I speak to you for a moment?"
Cecilia Lafayette: *She nods, smiling* "Of course."
Eldarian Al'maire: He motions his head downstairs and then offers the rest of them a bow. "Excuse us for just a moment."
Eldarian Al'maire: "No, pig!"
Humphrey: "SQUEEE!"
Eldarian Al'maire: "What are you doing in here?" Eldarian states with a voice of command. "Go back to Thomas."
Humphrey: It snorts a few times, and walks in a circle. It raises its haunches up at Eldarian.
Eldarian Al'maire: "Uh. Huh."
Cecilia Lafayette: "Piggy!"
Eldarian Al'maire: He points the pig out.
Humphrey: "Squee!"
Humphrey: Roll Target:
DMFI Dice Roll for: Charisma Mod: -4 TOTAL: 12
Humphrey: Despite being a pig, he is oh-so-charismatic!
Cecilia Lafayette: "Awwww~"
Eldarian Al'maire: ". . ."
Cecilia Lafayette: "He likes you!"
Humphrey: The pig does appear to like Eldarian. He just doesn't seem to like listening to him.
Eldarian Al'maire: ". . ."
Cecilia Lafayette: *Shoos the pig, chasing it a little.*
Humphrey: Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Dexterity Mod: 2 TOTAL: 21
Cecilia Lafayette: Roll Target:
DMFI Dice Roll for: Dexterity Mod: 0 TOTAL: 6
Humphrey: The pig leaps with the grace of a ballerina, ricocheting all the wall and doing a sideways flip as he's chased.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Falls down the stairs with an ungraceful crash.*
Humphrey: The pig runs in a circle as the woman clatters noisily down the stairs.
Eldarian Al'maire: ". . . ."
Thomas Marlowe: Thomas glances towards the stairs with a frown.
Cecilia Lafayette: "Ow..."
Thomas Marlowe: But decides Eldarian probably has it in hand, and turns back to the temple guest.
Eldarian Al'maire: Eldarian moves to the woman and gently knees next to her. "Are you all right, m'lady?" He offers with a hand up.
Cecilia Lafayette: *She smiles, embarrassed, taking his hand.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Silly pig! Ugh . . . I'm alright, thank you Eldarian."
Eldarian Al'maire: "Indeed."
Cecilia Lafayette: *She rubs her armored backside a little*
Thomas Marlowe: "And we will do our best to help you as well. A friend to the goodly orders of this Coast is a friend to us."
Eldarian Al'maire: He moves up and simply grabs the pig while it's not looking and hefts it under his arm. The knight in shining armor has got it covered.
Humphrey: "Whee!?"
Cecilia Lafayette: *Moves to open the door*
Humphrey: The pig wiggles, held aloft.
Mavicyr Savyr: Ah... *looks at Eldarian and the pig*
Eldarian Al'maire: "Your pig, sire." He states, stuffing the pig in Thomas's arms.
Thomas Marlowe: Thomas glances towards Eldarian, frowning slightly. "Oh, hello Humphrey."
Thomas Marlowe: He accepts the pig into his arms, cradling him. Before returning his green eyes to Beatrix.
Eldarian Al'maire: He moves to shake his hands, as if getting something dirty on them and then turns once more for the door.

Nomster wrote:And older one +6 months, back when Telia was GOOD! *cough-cough*

The scene: Ilmateri Temple in Baldur's Gate. Eldarian and Telia are left alone and Eldarian tries to strike up a conversation. There was no build up whatsoever to the question asked and I think this was the first time Eldarian and Telia met.


Eldarian Al'maire: He dusts his armor off as he watches her features. "So, m'lady Telia. What is the name of your current lover?"
Telia Navra: Excuse me...? *she frowns slightly as she looks at him*
Eldarian Al'maire: He stops dusting his armor off and watches her for a moment. "I apologize if I seem blunt or obtrusive. I merely meant to ask you the question so that I may ask Lathander to bless your union. . .if you've a current lover."
Telia Navra: *she blinks a couple of times and then laughs*
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks a few times at her as well.
Telia Navra: *she continues to laugh and wipes away a few tears from her eyes carefully with the back of her hand*
Eldarian Al'maire: He continues to blink in silence toward her.
Telia Navra: Oh gods... *she manages to stop laughing, shaking her head instead*
Eldarian Al'maire: "I apologize if I have offended. It is merely my duty as the Lathander also has an interest as the God of Fertility."
Telia Navra: My... bedroom was already... blessed by a priest... of his clergy.
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks a few times at her, obviously not fully understanding her words. "I see. So a cleric has already named you in their prayers." He smiles softly toward her. "Very good then. I'll not intrude further."
Telia Navra: I am not quite sure that is what happened but yes, my... room was made a holy ground to the Morninglord.
Eldarian Al'maire: He smiles over to her again. "Lathander's light spreads, then. Very good to hear."
Telia Navra: *she clears her throat,* Your offer is kind, sir but I do not wish to.... have my fertility blessed.
Telia Navra: And I do not have a lover. *she smiles, seeming to have regained her composure*
Eldarian Al'maire: He blinks at her a few times. "Very well then, I'll not push it upon someone." He then sends another pearly white smile her way. "Ah, my apologies. Rumors abound then, as usual."
Telia Navra: Pardon.. rumours?
Eldarian Al'maire: He clears his throat. "Perhaps I should stop talking. I seem to be getting myself into trouble."
Telia Navra: *she waves a hand in the air,* No sir, please, go ahead. I would love to hear what these rumours are about..
Eldarian Al'maire: "Ah. . .there was merely your named mentioned. And then people kept chirping in with about three more names of men that you seemingly had intimate connections with."
Telia Navra: Oh they did mm.... who were these people? *she asks curiously, with a pleasant smile*

Pleasant smile = conjuring up images of how to inflict pain on those people...


Backstory: Just a few days before the above, Telia had Teleported several people to her private quarters in the White Mask Theater due to a situation. A Lathanderite Priest was called for to tend to someone, while he prayed he consecrated Telia's room to Lathander (no, he did not ask first!). Telia was nearly panicking because 1) she had a dozen people in her safe place, 2) HER BEDROOM WAS MADE HOLY GROUND. ((She did not sleep in it until the effects wore off which took days)).

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Extra. Just cause.

Scene: Destruction of Triel war. The undercover Dreadlord, posing as the Grandmaster of the Radiant Heart...


Eliphas Valkarian: Treachery around each corner, as they say.

As the priest who did the blessing in her private chambers, I have to say that this made me laugh

Hahaha. Speaking of Kahanak.

Kahanak Habdilof: *he looks at the books with his hands joined in his back*
Ivan: *he peers at the -bald- Kahanak*
Cecilia Lafayette: "You've done something different with your hair." she comments, unamused.

This thread deserves a sticky.

(Upon entering BG for a meeting with the Khanak)

{BG E} Flaming Fist Guardsman: "Excuses are like asses.... everyone's got em and they all stink."
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: You got that right. *to the guard*
Seth Siger: "that they do" *chuckles*
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: *laughs*


[DM]ogorgon: [Shout] *knights of the order of the Silver Rose are seen waiting outside the Enclave in Baldur's Gate*

Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "They must be as busy as I am with paperwork."
Seth Siger: "told you we should stopped to get our haircut." *grins*
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: *she grins*
Missy: *grins*
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "No thank you, i've had enough hair cuts thank you"
Missy: "Its all nicely growing back"
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "i'm going to grow my hair out I think"
Missy: "I see"
Seth Siger: "too true" *chuckles*
Missy: "Oh?"
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "Regeneration spells and healthy eating habbits help."
Missy: "Hmm, LAdy Elvina with long hair"
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "Medium length I think."
Missy: "Ah"
Seth Siger: "mmhmm"
Missy: "Would look nice I think"
Seth Siger: "yup"
Seth Siger: "so think they asked us here to wait?"
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: "They must be busy."
Seth Siger: "we got more important things, like sorting out our sock drawers, dont we?"
Seth Siger: *grins*
Missy: "you have socks?"
Seth Siger: "dont you?"
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: *she chuckles*


Kahanak Habdilof: // sorry i was preparing food for the lil one
Elvina Aira-S'efarro: (( no worries .. I'm the queen of AFK lol
Seth Siger: \\
Missy: (( you feed them>? Stop, that makes them grow!

Honestly. Trolled even by the NPCs. The topic had been attending the Lathanderite ball, and Ameris' plan to attend alone.

((edited out the other part of the conversation for clarity!))

Ameris Santraeger: I should be off anyway Brother, Sister. *a bow of the head, a smile*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Ah, very well Brother."
Local: Perhaps I'll see you at the tavern later for a drink if me pah doesn't catch wind. Giggles
Eldarian Al'maire: "What."
Cecilia Lafayette: Cecilia blinks.
Cecilia Lafayette: "Ameris has invitations already it seems."
Cecilia Lafayette: "Heartbreaker."
Ameris Santraeger: *frowns slightly* That wasn't to me..
Ameris Santraeger:*scratches his nose*
Eldarian Al'maire: ". .right, right."
Cecilia Lafayette: Cecilia can't help but laugh at his reaction.
Ameris Santraeger: Um. Ah. Well, mercy bless you all. *an embarrassed smile*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Farewell Brother. Travel safe."
Eldarian Al'maire: He claps the man's armored shoulder and playfully shakes him back and forth. "Heartbreaker!"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods once more to Ameris. "Don't let the world grind you down, priest."
Eldarian Al'maire: "Lathander's light to you, brother! And we hope to see you soon." He releases him.
Ameris Santraeger: *a grin, although still a bit embarrassed*
Ameris Santraeger: *and he dips his head to Crow, Awnrette and then Ivan, and heads in the OPPOSITE direction to the local*

((I've taken inspiration from kleomenes' NPC trolling with a notable NPC remark today))

Aeili and Thomas were making their way towards the Temple of Tymora for a Tarot reading session.

Aeili Azenci: "Have you done readings for many people?"
Thomas Ganderwynn: Months ago I did many yeah
Aeili Azenci: "Months ago?"
Thomas Ganderwynn: Yeah
Aeili Azenci: "What about the interim?"
Thomas Ganderwynn: I admit I am a bit hesitant to touch the cards yeah
Aeili Azenci: "Oh?"
Thomas Ganderwynn: Fortune is a fickle thing yeah
Noble: In this age, nothing is certain but death and taxes.
Aeili Azenci: "Mmm, yes. It is at times."
Aeili Azenci: "Or that..."
Aeili Azenci: "That is rather certain..."

((I also want to post Goron's funny quotes here too, lest they be lost in that other thread!))

Goron wanders down the road and encounters an elf talking in common to a pair of wolves.
Celduil Selie: "All I know is that he was crushed beyond recognition by a bigby spell, and his remains are supposedly still here."
Goron Tinderbeard quirks an eyebrow at the elf talking to the wolves.
Annabel looked down, stepping forward to sniff at the ground before her.
Goron Tinderbeard: "Gone to the dogs, he has."
Celduil Selie: [Tell] lol

((And my all time funniest moment on the server so far))

Goron walks past a serious debate amongst the tree-huggers outside th FAI after returning from battles against the orcs.

Goron Tinderbeard: "Tha' was some gud foightin!"
Aya Dreys: "Aye."
Goron Tinderbeard: "Pity them orcs nae be stronger."
Aya Dreys: "Gnolls er minotaurs next?"
Goron Tinderbeard: "Well i need tae sell me loot."
Goron Tinderbeard: "Me pack be awfully full."
Earil Tylnen kneels down.
Goron Tinderbeard: "Too many bombs and things."
Ivan: "Silvanus teaches us to be wary of orcs."
Levenil: "Yes and when they start cutting down the woods what do you think that means ?"
Ivan: "He also teaches us to banish disease... yet disease is still part of nature."
Goron Tinderbeard mumbles something.
Aya Dreys: "Gnolls ehr minotaurs?"
Goron Tinderbeard: [Whisper] "Bunch o' ninnies, arguin about nature."
Levenil: "You seem to not understand that your powers are part of nature."
Vera: "Flip a Coin?" She looks to Aya.
Aya Dreys gives a blank stare.
Ivan: "Our powers are given to us to -serve- nature, not hold power over it."
Celduil Selie: "He teaches us to fight against the forces of opposing gods, and forces. To achieve equalibrium in all things. As long as you are doing that, it does not matter if you bid the grass to grow, or divert the rain for a short time."
Ivan looks to Levenil.
Goron Tinderbeard: "I loike the deep maze."
Aya Dreys: "Minotaurs then."
Vera nods.
Goron Tinderbeard: "I jus' hate goin through the forest tae git thar."
Levenil: "But our powers are still a force of nature."
Lucy Heartfilia glances to the cat with a smile.
Aya Dreys: "Let's murder some lizardmen an' dryads on th' way."
Lucy Heartfilia: "Cute cat."
Ivan: "Aye... but they aren't used to simply make us more comfortable."
Celduil Selie: "Nothing you or I do, Ivan, could be against nature..."
Levenil: "But me making my self comfortable will not take from the clouds."
Levenil: "That water will still fall."
Goron Tinderbeard: "Aye. If'n they dun want tae be gutted, they shouldn't be so darn grumpy about their precious trees."
Liendra Blair:"Oh..." She takes a quick sip of her ale and turns to look at Lucy. "Yeah! She... umm is."
Ivan sighs.
Lucy Heartfilia: [Tell] oh god im laughing so hard
Aya Dreys: "Yeh ready, devilspawn?"
Lucy Heartfilia: [Tell] aya and goron just made my day
Vera nods shyly.
Earil Tylnen shakes his head.
Aya Dreys: "Le's be goin' then."
Goron Tinderbeard: "To the woods then! Burn them down!"
Aya Dreys smirks. "Aye."
Earil Tylnen: "Err..."

Was in the UD yesterday, exploring with my Imaskari wizard. Qari, the rather curious man he is, decided to initiate conversation with the Angry Drow Wizard, only to be teleported somewhere unbeknownst to him.

Qari Manaq'anra: "Well that was..." He dusted himself off. "Rude."
Qari Manaq'anra: "Where am I?"
Qari Manaq'anra: ". . .Should I ward myself? Yes, of course Qari. Don't be an idiot."

After weaving and casting the few wards he has, and narrowly escaping the lair of the Stonespear goblins...

Qari Manaq'anra: "Well that was unexepected! I think I'll have a word with that. . .that wizard!"
Qari Manaq'anra: ". .. Maybe I shouldn't. Afterall, he did just teleport me against my will. Just think of the other things he could do to me."
Qari Manaq'anra: He paused, thinking. Then he shook his head. "Good Gods, I shouldn't actually think of that. Best leave that a mystery, Qari."

I had a good laugh, even at my own RP with myself.