Jealous of those Hallifax types and their fancy ball, we had a party - in which we discovered that most party games are best played whilst drunk, and it's very hard to think of dares.

Also, that Siam is very, very strange.

Unfortunately I did not capture the gift-giving, where Celina turned up with Sidd's decapitated head and a painting of a beheading. It was very sweet and not at all a pointed comment.

(I cleaned this up as best I could, but it likely still has some messy bits of peoples' defs going up and down and such.)

~~


An informal sitting room with a magnificent view.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A ravenwood rocker quietly creaks
here, its feathered armrests lushly resplendent. Covered in sewn black leather, a long, low couch
rests here. Comfortably upholstered with padded leather, a rocking chair waits invitingly. A
shimmering carpet of burgundy and gold warms the floor. A coiling silhouette of thickets is inked
upon the supple surface of this softly pale tea table, low to the ground. The heavy black drapes
have been drawn together, leaving the room in darkness. A tapestry embellished with crows is hung
here, their mighty forms captured flawlessly. A dark red cup cake rests on the ground here. A bright
red cup cake rests on the ground here, covered in a pink wrapper. A pale pink and white cup cake
rests on the ground here. A colourful cup cake of paradigms rests here. There are 2 floral lemon and
mango cup cakes here. Covered in pecans and caramel, this dainty cup cake rests here waiting to be
eaten. A thin, rose-shaped sandwich is here, filled with berry jam. There are 4 apple sliver
sandwiches here. There are 4 nuts and berries sandwiches here. There are 2 bottles here. There are
11 shot glasses here. There are 8 latticed apricot pies drenched in noyau cream here. There are 9
zesty sponge cakes covered in lemon drizzle here. Bobbing here pleasantly, a crystal sphere hums
with energy as it floats upon an invisible cushion of air. Sidd sits here upon a ravenwood rocker
carved with feathers. He wields a simple mandolin in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right.
A masked faeling is here. He wields a spider-hilted rapier in each hand. Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh
sits here upon a long black leather couch, shrouded. She wields spectral psiblade claws in each hand.
Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless is here, shrouded. She wields an ebon rapier with an edge of
gleaming red crystal in each hand. Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming stands nearby,
surrounded by a red-flecked aura of barely-suppressed violence. She wields a serrated bone claw in
each hand. Chade Alin'dor rocks here upon a comfortable padded leather rocking chair. He wields the
Burning Rod of Temple Mysteries in his left hand and a crimson candle of the Forbidden Mysteries in
his right. Siam Star-eyes lingers here, her figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity.
She wields an athame dagger in her left hand.
You see exits leading east (open door), south (open door), and up (open door).

With a wistful look on her face, Ankastra touches a crystal sphere.
A crystal sphere rises higher in the air as complex fractals zip and swirl about his form
enthusiastically.

Whistling with boundless energy, a crystal sphere bounces on a current of air, changing colours at
random as he goes up and down.

Fractals fill the vicinity with convoluted designs as a crystal sphere bounces about, easily
boggling any mortal minds present with the mathematical complexity.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Calesta emerging from the undergrowth.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Calesta hopefully.

A crystal sphere hums innocently, floating back down with a satisfied beep.

Incessantly, Chade rambles on and on to anyone who may or may not be listening.

Smirking confidently, Calesta and Siam casually bump fists.

Chade Alin'dor says, "TulAh *hic* uar."

Chade Alin'dor says, "On."

You have emoted: Tacita flits over and perches on the edge of Chade's chair, smiling and nodding
vacantly in response to his rambling.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Oo."

You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Who brought the drunk."

With a hopeful smile, Chade raises his hand high in the air.

Lightly, you remark, "He followed me here, actually."

Calesta picks up a dark red cinnamon cup cake.

Calesta tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a dark red cinnamon cup cake.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Talan is going to be upset if he vomits on the carpet."

Chade drops a sprig of cactus weed.

Calesta quickly devours a dark red cinnamon cup cake.

Chade gets up off a comfortable padded leather rocking chair.

Chade sways back and forth.

Chade tosses a sprig of cactus weed to Celina, and she catches it nimbly.

Chade tosses a sprig of cactus weed to you, and you catch it nimbly.

You give a sprig of cactus weed the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.

Chade tosses a sprig of cactus weed to Calesta, and he catches it nimbly.

Chade tosses a sprig of cactus weed to Ankastra, and she catches it nimbly.

Chade begins to wield a tenebrous cauldron-shaped pipe in his left hand.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says to Chade, "Have a pipe?"

Ankastra begins to wield a latticed apricot pie drenched in noyau cream in her left hand.

Celina's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says to Chade, "Hookah?"

Ankastra gets up off a long black leather couch.

Ankastra throws a latticed apricot pie drenched in noyau cream at Chade.

Ankastra sits herself down on a long black leather couch and makes herself comfortable.

You pick up a persimmon cup cake.

Chade gives an ebony wolf pipe to Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid.

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Naia hopefully.

You flash Naia a joyous smile.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Ah, the spawn of my loins."

Celina pats Naia in a friendly manner.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I'd normally object to being referred to as spawn, but I'll let it slide."

You say to Naia, "You look lovely, greatnieceling."



Chade shrinks from the implacable gaze of a masked faeling.

Sidd gets up off a ravenwood rocker carved with feathers.

Chade raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Sidd says, "I must depart."

You crease your brow in a frown.

Ankastra begins to wield a grapefruit and vanilla cup cake in her left hand.

Shadows swirl around Kalaneya's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around
her hand.

Ankastra gets up off a long black leather couch.

Ankastra throws a grapefruit and vanilla cup cake at Sidd.

Sidd's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Ankastra grouches at her surroundings.

Ankastra sits herself down on a long black leather couch and makes herself comfortable.

You have emoted: Tacita's face contorts as she visibly struggles not to pout.

Sidd says, "I am sorry for leaving early."

Sidd gives you a peck on the cheek.

Sidd waves goodbye.

You give Sidd a peck on the cheek.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "These shot glasses are empty!"

Sidd leaves to the south, emanating an aura of immense power.

You point accusingly at a bottle.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Ooh."

You say, "Though, I fear someone might have stolen the whiskey bottles for their very own."

You give Chade the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Thish was a present Froo Ankastra."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Suiiciidal DeaatewisH vinTage."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Blame your Daughter fffor cy current state."

Calesta snickers softly to himself.

You blink in surprise as Ankastra grabs your hands and twirls you about the room.

You look around furtively, bring your hand to your mouth and release a small 'teehee'.

Chade takes a long draught of whiskey.

Chade takes a long draught of whiskey.

Ankastra looks at you and wails, "Oh! The inhumanity!"

Chade spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

Chade coughs softly.

Calesta peers at Chade unscrupulously.

You say to Ankastra, "Not quite like that, dear. Here, let me show you."

Chade Alin'dor says, "FarewelXl cruel wyrld."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "He's gonna die."

You take Ankastra in your arms, and together you dance a slow, graceful waltz.

Ankastra vigorously shakes her head in adamant disagreement.

Naia coughs softly.

Blinking incredulously, Ankastra exclaims, "No way!"

Chade spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

Celina gives Calesta the once over.

You give Chade the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Chade closes his eyes for a moment, and then opens them smiling warmly.

Chade Alin'dor says to Calesta, "WiLl To Livyy."

Chade sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Chade tumbles off of a comfortable padded leather rocking chair.

Thrusting her fist defiantly into the air, Ankastra shouts "Power to the Pastries!"

Calesta nods his head at Chade.

Chade spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

"Tentaclessss!" Calesta hisses, sinuously waving his arms at Chade.

Chade Alin'dor says, "E *hic* xcushhEE me wwhiiLst Ii lig on tHis ccxfOrtaable floor."

Chade spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

You murmur to Ankastra, "I really can't condone your gift-giving to married men who cannot control
their impulses, daughterthing."

Naia Ysav'rai says to Chade, "If you came back to Glomdoring and took up Night totem, you could
possibly survive this bout of alcoholism."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Aara *hic* tar of Mmyerai hts vtsh Beneefitsh."

Ankastra sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Ankastra tumbles off of a long black leather couch.

Chade Alin'dor says, "WncluDding suuhrViying ffits of over-iNddwhhLge *hic* nce *hic* e."

You peer at Ankastra unscrupulously.

Celina's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Celina sends a tendril of shadows into the face of Chade, whose muffled cries can be heard as it
wraps itself around his head.

Celina takes a long drag off her pipe.

A masked faeling says, "Yes. Remarkable benefits. Such as being ravaged by poisonous liquids."

Chade shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Naia takes a long draught of whiskey.

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to you, "I don't even remember giving it to him!"

You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Celina.

You remark, "I take that back. You are terribly well matched."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to you, "I think I was drugged."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to you, "I made it for Lady Kalikai."

Chade Alin'dor says, "To AnkkaasSt *hic* ra Wwjay dicC fov put in this whisekl *hic* yy?"

Ankastra stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Ankastra sits herself down on a long black leather couch and makes herself comfortable.

Chade Alin'dor says, "I've *hic* gfNe qllInd *hic* !"

A masked faeling looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Celina gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

Ankastra claps her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear the awful truth.

Motes of rubescent light shimmer across the Golden Belt of the Enlightened briefly, lending the
effigy of the Guardian Drachou about Chade's waist the appearance of dancing amongst flames.

Incessantly, Chade rambles on and on to anyone who may or may not be listening.

Incessantly, Chade rambles on and on to anyone who may or may not be listening.

Ankastra gazes around in awe-struck horror, her eyes wide.

Chade mutters discontentedly.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says to Ankastra, "Blow some smoke in his face."

Ankastra pukes all over Chade.

Chade takes a long drag off his pipe.

Chade takes a long drag off his pipe.

Chade takes a long drag off his pipe.

Chade takes a long drag off his pipe.

"Ewwwwwwwww!" says Calesta in disgust.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Chade takes a long drag off his pipe.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I'd suggest playing spin the bottle but we're all a little bit too related for
that."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "I don't feel so good. This whiskey wasn't
distilled by me."

You state to Ankastra, "I am going to tell your aunt that it was you that created that stain, and it
will be your head for it."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to you, "Well done raising that one."

You say to Celina, "I blame the father. He's been so absent. She needs a strong male figure, that
one."

Chade eats a bog myrtle leaf.

You shake your head.

A masked faeling drops a glowing bottle.

A masked faeling gives a bottle the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.

Ankastra grapples her left arm with her right, enacting a vicious self-struggle.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "What's Sidd have to do with a strong male figure?"

Naia points off into the wild blue yonder.

Calesta throws back his head and howls like a wolf.

You say to a masked faeling, "Of all the people I would not expect to have a spin the bottle game..."
Your eyes light up as an impish grin creeps over your features.

A masked faeling says to you, "As in all things, I blame the gnomes."

"Tentaclessss!" Ankastra hisses, sinuously waving her arms around.

Chade stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

A masked faeling says to you, "I never bothered to trade it in."

Chade takes a deep breath, and his very presence seems to brighten.

Chade stands up a little straighter.

Chade Alin'dor says, "I belseve the Vorst has passE *hic* d."

Celina's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Celina sends a tendril of shadows into the face of Chade, whose muffled cries can be heard as it
wraps itself around his head.

Celina takes a long drag off her pipe.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "ThE Vorst."

Chade eats a bog myrtle leaf.

Naia shudders violently.

You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Celina.

Celina's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Celina sends a tendril of shadows into the face of Chade, whose muffled cries can be heard as it
wraps itself around his head.

Celina takes a long drag off her pipe.

You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Celina.

Ankastra stares implacably about herself.

Chade eats a bog myrtle leaf.

A masked faeling says, "The way that it is played is that you spin the bottle, and then you must
give the person who it points at a gift."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I'm actually vnly *hic* trying tto hit my daily tolerance... no luck yEt."

Chade sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.


Shadows swirl around Xynthin's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his
hand.

A masked faeling says, "But I did not come with gifts prepared for such a game, so."

You ponder a glowing bottle thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

"Ahah!" Naia exclaims triumphantly.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Yes. A "gift.""

You say, "Perhaps we could utilise it to play truth or dare."

Ankastra begins frothing at the mouth, ranting and raving like a madman.

You hum innocently to yourself.

A masked faeling says, "Yes. I usually come with a bouquet of flowers."

You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

Calesta snickers softly to himself.

You take a twilight blue rose close to you and, closing your eyes, inhale deeply to absorb its scent.

Chade nods his head at you.

A masked faeling says, "They are useful for such."

You smile softly.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Sounds a pplan."

Calesta writes a word across a Magical Map of Mystery with a flourish, and lines blossom across the
blank page, forming a map before his questing eyes.

Chade stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

A masked faeling writes a word across a Magical Map of Mystery with a flourish, and lines blossom
across the blank page, forming a map before his questing eyes.

Naia gives some bloody ears to Chade Alin'dor.

Chade sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Ahh llovely."

Naia gives some gruesome scalps to Chade Alin'dor.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Ears and schlps."

Chade Alin'dor says, "I sh *hic* all fasHion a belt."

You sit yourself down.

Naia looks about herself suspiciously.

With a wistful look on his face, A masked faeling touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Xynthin touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

You reach out and touch a glowing bottle.
Reaching down you touch a glowing bottle and join the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

With a wistful look on his face, Chade touches a bottle.

Chade puts a bottle into a black leather backpack with skulls.

With a wistful look on his face, Chade touches a bottle.

Reaching down Xynthin gives a glowing bottle a quick spin letting it turn wildly in a circle.

Chade puts a bottle into a black leather backpack with skulls.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Chade puts a skeletal bottle with wings into a black leather backpack with skulls.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

With a wistful look on her face, Celina touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Celina touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
you.

With a wistful look on his face, Chade touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Chade touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

Celina suddenly inhales deeply.

You say, "I can't help but feel that was slightly fixed, given as only two of us were playing at
that point."

With a wistful look on his face, A masked faeling touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Xynthin touches a glowing bottle and leaves the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

A masked faeling says, "Indeed."

With a wistful look on his face, A masked faeling touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Xynthin touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

With a wistful look on her face, Ankastra touches a bottle.

With a wistful look on her face, Ankastra touches a bottle.

A masked faeling says, "Just need to turn the bottle to set it aspin."

With a wistful look on her face, Ankastra touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Ankastra touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

You ask, "Who has not joined?"

With a wistful look on her face, Naia touches a bottle.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Takf the turn orqer wrom zeading the vottle?"

Naia ponders the situation.

With a wistful look on her face, Naia touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Naia touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "What did he say?"

You say, "I believe, traditionally, the person who it points at does a truth or a dare and then
spins."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Ah."

A masked faeling says, "He wants the worm at the bottom of the bottle-- despite there not being one--
to tell us what order to spin in."

Chade nods his head enthusiastically.

You say to Kalaneya, "Would you care to join us, cousin?"

You drain the last dregs of fruit wine from a shot glass.

You take a bottle from a stormy backpack with diamond raindrops.

You pour fruit wine from a bottle into a shot glass.

You put a bottle into a stormy backpack with diamond raindrops.

You say, "Perhaps not, then."

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

Chade urges his companions onwards.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "This is the shecond time I've wWitnessed Chade inebbriAtad."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "It's nopt a pretty sightt."

Reaching down you give a glowing bottle a quick spin, letting it turn wildly in a circle and hoping
for the best.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
Ankastra.

Chade raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Celina gives Naia the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Chade Alin'dor says, "I wasn't the one who vomiljd."

You say to Ankastra, "Truth or dare, daughterthing. Choose carefully."

Chade points accusingly at Ankastra.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Naia, "It is not polite to get drunk before you mother."

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): You say, "Uncle, we're having a party. Would you like to join us?"

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Dare."

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): Eliron (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Certainly. What sort
of party?"

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I'm not drunk! I'mm eating c *hic* candy, it's stuck in my teeth."

You remark, "I believe tradition dictates that the room at large participate in choosing the dare."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Naia, "Let's go with that."

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): You say, "A decidedly informal one. I do not recall if you can
enter Taisgeal on your own or not."

Calesta leaves to the east, emanating an aura of immense power.

Chade ponders the situation.

You look skeptical and say, "Also, I feel slightly awkward daring my daughter to do things."

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): Eliron (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Then we shall find
out."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I dare her to..."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Give Xenthos a ffoot massage."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Slap a Celestine with a fish."

Ankastra scratches her head in confusion.

You ponder the situation.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless looks skeptical and says, "It's supposed to be irony."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Is that like goldy, or bronzy?"

Ankastra scratches her head in confusion.

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): Eliron (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "What was the name
again?"

A masked faeling says, "These seem like odd dares. Might not be giving a thornbeast a very close
embrace be a more fitting choice?"

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): You say, "Taisgeal."

A masked faeling purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his
thoughts.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

You say to Ankastra, "Very well. Go kiss a thorn beast."

You urge Ankastra onwards.

"Ok!" Ankastra exclaims.

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): Eliron (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "No, I can't enter on
my own, though I'm at the aetherplex if someone can come."

(The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh): You say, "I'll come get you."

Ankastra gets up off a long black leather couch.

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

Ankastra spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

You say, "I must fetch my uncle whilst she is doing that."



You beckon to Eliron.

Eliron begins to follow you.

Eliron flashes you a joyous smile.



With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.

Naia curtseys gracefully before Eliron.

Kalaneya flashes Eliron a joyous smile.

You tell Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament, "I fear this might be slightly below your
expected standards for social interaction."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says, "Quite a gathering. A pleasure to
see you all."

You tell Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament, "But we are playing truth or dare."

Chade doffs a sinister dragonskull helm cordially.

You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

You ask Eliron, "Fruit wine, uncle?"

Naia Ysav'rai says, "It's just like frtit tea - wioh a kick."

Considers Naia a moment and then says, Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "Thank
you, but I'll stick to my tea."

A masked faeling says, "Siam and Eliron have not touched the bottle."

You say, "Siam may not be entirely here. I stole him. Nonetheless, he makes an acceptable ornament."

A masked faeling says, "Ah."

The corpse of a thorn beast comes flying in from the south and lands on the ground with a 'thump.'

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Ankastra hopefully.

You raise your hand to your mouth and titter girlishly.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Can soomeone else tvach me d *hic* r *hic* raMatics who isn't drunk?"

Eliron tells you, "Ah, not what Naia was drinking then?"

A masked faeling says, "That was a mighty kiss."

You tell Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament, "No, she, Chade and Ankastra are on the
moonshine."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to Naia, "I may be able to. How high are you
learning?"

Eliron tells you, "Ah."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "I slipped and it went splat."

Eliron takes a drink from a bottle.

Naia begs Eliron to impart some of the knowledge of Dramatics to her.

Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh's mouth twists gently upwards into a slight smirk, revealing her
amusement.

With a flourish, Ankastra draws a serrated bone claw from a stygian-hued scabbard of the bat.

With a flourish, Ankastra draws a serrated bone claw from a stygian-hued scabbard of the bat.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Too sober."

Eliron bows to Naia and commences the lesson in Dramatics.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "To."

You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Is it my turn to spin it?"

With a wistful look on her face, Ankastra touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Ankastra touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

You nod your head emphatically.

Eliron bows to Naia - the lesson in Dramatics is over.

Naia begs Eliron to impart some of the knowledge of Dramatics to her.
Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
you.

Eliron tells you, "Ah well. It is a party."

"Erk!" you say with a grimace.

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Truth or dare?"

You flip a golden sovereign up in the air and watch, mesmerized, as it spins rapidly through its arc.
It hits the ground and you see that the tails side is facing up.

You say, "Dare, aparrently."

Ankastra puts her hands on her hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Shout We are the Wyrd, we are the children."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

Chade snickers softly to himself.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Excellent dare."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Seco *hic* nded."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Shout that is a gigantic haemorrhoid on
the arse of the Basin."

Naia tugs urgently on Eliron's sleeve.

You say, "Which is it, then?"



You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

You say, "You all seem so indecisive."

A masked faeling says, "The first one."

Chade Alin'dor says, "No, we'rre waiTing for yoUr shout."

Chade nods his head emphatically.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament sips his wine and watches you with a faint smile.



shoutlow we are the Wyrd, we are the children
You shout, "We are the Wyrd, we are the children."



Chade Alin'dor says, "Firsht one."

Comprehension flashes across Eliron's face.

Naia tugs urgently on Eliron's sleeve.

(The Equinox): You say, "I am under duress and not responsible for my actions. I am also very sorry.
"
Chade swings his arm up and high fives Naia enthusiastically.

"Heh heh heh" Celina chuckles.

Reaching down you give a glowing bottle a quick spin, letting it turn wildly in a circle and hoping
for the best.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
Celina.

Celina scowls miserably.

You tap your fingers together and murmur, "Excellent..."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Dare."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I have no fear."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "It's true."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Lets use AnkastRa'sh hemarroid shout."

Chade Alin'dor says, "But yell it inside eallifax."

Veradin Munsia D'cente` thunders, "Of Isune and Viravain, yes yes."

A masked faeling ponders Celina thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

A masked faeling ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Chade's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

Naia tugs urgently on Eliron's sleeve.

A masked faeling creases his brow in a frown.

You tilt your head curiously.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament sips his wine.

You say, "I am failing at topping having to shout something to the entire basin, frankly."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I am alright with that."

You ponder Celina thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Kiss Sidd's decapitated head."

You glare about you, upset with the world.

You give Chade a solid box on the ears.

"Erk!" Ankastra says with a grimace.

Ankastra ponders the situation.

Eliron tells you, "She is a Ysav'rai, now. You could ask her to kneel before the Lady of the
Ysav'rai."

You tell Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament, "But Talan isn't here."

Eliron tells you, "I did not mean that Lady Ysav'rai, I meant the wife of the Superior Counsellor of
the Ysav'rai."

With a slight raise of the eyebrows, you perk up your ears and turn your attention towards Eliron.

You tell Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament, "You are my most favourite mentoruncle, you
know."

You say, "Very well. Shout a declaration of your undying love for ."

Eliron tells you, "I do try."

Naia tugs urgently on Eliron's sleeve.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "What."

Chade slaps his thighs and guffaws like an old man.

You shrug helplessly.

You say, "No one else was offering any alternatives."

Ankastra gazes around in awe-struck horror, her eyes wide.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I don't even..."

You ask, "Would you prefer ?"

You have emoted: Tacita smiles innocently.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Tell you love her and then follow it up with a "mis"."

Naia curtseys gracefully before Eliron.

Celina grumbles angrily.

Eliron flashes Naia a joyous smile.

Chade Alin'dor says, "Tell You're going to show her a good time later tonight."

You say, "Regrettably, Enyalida is not here."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Then tell her it was a mis."

You say, "Therefore if people want that to happen, we'll simply have to substitute for
Munsia."

Chade's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Kalaneya hums innocently to herself.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "This game has a limit, and that limit the cow thing."

You say, "I defer to the committee."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Chade Alin'dor says, "All those in favour?"

With a hopeful smile, Chade raises his hand high in the air.

You say to Celina, "Just think of all the things you can make Chade do in revenge."

You raise your hand high in the air, feeling hopeful.

Naia nods her head in agreement.

With a hopeful smile, Naia raises her hand high in the air.

A masked faeling says, "Nobody should be forced to say such a thing to Munsia."

With a hopeful smile, Ankastra raises her hand high in the air.

Chade Alin'dor says to you, "That relies on me having shame."

Chade Alin'dor says, "I don't."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Wait what are we daring her to do?"

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to you, "He has a point."

You ponder the situation.

You say, "A fine one."



You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"

Chade Alin'dor says, "I will, however, happily sneak into the Moonhart and set it on fire."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Should you desire."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Or the matrix."

Calesta enters from the east, emanating an aura of immense power.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Calesta hopefully.

Eliron inclines his head politely to Calesta.

You say to Calesta, "Your wife is being dared."

A masked faeling says to Calesta, "Do you have a decent dare in mind?"

You say to Calesta, "We are failing at concocting something that correctly treads the line between
disturbing and uninspiring."

Calesta ponders the situation.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Eliron's lips.

Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of beauty.

You say to Calesta, "A line was drawn when the dare suggested declaring her undying love for Munsia.
"
Naia Ysav'rai says, "Oh.. is that what I raised my hand to?"

"I'm sorry!" Naia says to Celina with a blush.

A masked faeling says, "Yes."

A masked faeling says, "Yes, it is."

Celina gives Naia the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "She could prance around the forest singing..."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Choke your face chachacha."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Prance around Serenwilde."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Singing that to people."

Chade ponders the situation.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "That works."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Yes. Prance in to totems."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Yeah..."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Fly in, scent someone, fly to them."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I didn't have any problems with totems when I herbed serenwilde prime."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Sing it at them."

Chade Alin'dor says, "Run away."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Right you could always do a yell and run."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Prime enemy territory death would be pretty nasty."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "It's easy to get in, yell and get out."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "And if she dies, Xynthin rezzes."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "I'll come with."

Celina's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

Celina spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Oh."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Cant follow to havens."

Naia twiddles her thumbs.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Someone has to verify that she does it."

Eliron's eyes sparkle with amusement.

A masked faeling writes a word across a Magical Map of Mystery with a flourish, and lines blossom
across the blank page, forming a map before his questing eyes.

Calesta spreads his arms wide, and the air between his hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as he bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

A masked faeling writes a word across a Magical Map of Mystery with a flourish, and lines blossom
across the blank page, forming a map before his questing eyes.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "You'd not trust your own lady-wife's word?"

A masked faeling writes a word across a Magical Map of Mystery with a flourish, and lines blossom
across the blank page, forming a map before his questing eyes.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Calesta, boring a hole through the very
fabric of the planes. Calesta ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and
snaps shut behind him.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "Ah, while they are off fulfilling their dare-.
"

Eliron gives a Shee-Slaugh House pendant to Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says to Kalaneya, "Since I do not have the
chance to see you nearly often enough."

Kalaneya beams broadly.

A black, smelly pony with black wings trundles in from the south.
Calesta enters from the south, emanating an aura of immense power.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Calesta hopefully.

"Ahah!" Calesta exclaims triumphantly.

Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh says to Eliron, "Thank you. This is very valuable."

Kalaneya slips into a Shee-Slaugh House pendant.

Eliron flashes Kalaneya a joyous smile.

Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh says, "I shall certainly wear it with pride."

With a wistful look on her face, Celina touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Celina touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

Reaching down Celina gives a glowing bottle a quick spin letting it turn wildly in a circle.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
Naia.

Celina looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

With a wistful look on his face, Calesta touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Calesta touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says to Kalaneya, "And it is with pride
that we offer it to you. You bring honour to our house, and it is a privilege to be able to call you
daughter."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says, "But, back to the game since Celina
has shown she is fearless and returned."

Eliron bows respectfully to Celina.

Eliron's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Celina grunts noncommitally.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Naia, "Truth or dare."

Kalaneya gives Celina a thumbs up.

Celina suddenly inhales deeply.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Oh me?"

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Yes."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Dare."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I dare you to share with the Commune a haiku about Xenthos. It
must include the word phrase "old as dirt.""

The corners of Naia's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Ankastra looks about herself suspiciously.

A masked faeling says, "Nothing wrong with a bit of dirt."

With great elegance, Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming lays out a spread of exotic
cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian
feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but
enhances your body as well.

You flash Ankastra a joyous smile.

Eliron thanks Ankastra profusely.

Chade stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Chade doffs a sinister dragonskull helm cordially.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You beat your wings furiously, hovering in the air.

Chade spreads his arms wide, and the air between his hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as he bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

You give Chade a peck on the cheek.

You sit yourself down.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Chade, boring a hole through the very
fabric of the planes. Chade ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps
shut behind him.

(Glomdoring): Naia says, "I would like some feedback on my latest entry for prestige. It is very
short."

(Glomdoring): Naia says, "In the Glomdoring."

(Glomdoring): Naia says, "True ascendent old as dirt."

(Glomdoring): Naia says, "Must call him Xynthin."

(Glomdoring): Xynthin says, "I prefer Xenthos."

You applaud Naia heartily.

You say to Naia, "I shall be sure to submit it during the next review round."

(Glomdoring): Svorai (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I daresay it needs some work, druidess."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Eliron wrote me a haiku about Serens pulling down their pants."

Eliron ponders the situation.

You say to Naia, "I believe it is your turn to spin."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "I don't recall that, though I'd certainly
write poetry for such a charming young lady."

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Where is the bottle?"

You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"

A masked faeling drops a glowing bottle.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Eliron says, "Oh land of the north, your writing bores everyone, please put on
your pants.""

Reaching down Naia gives a glowing bottle a quick spin letting it turn wildly in a circle.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
Xynthin.

A masked faeling says, "I'll take truth."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to Naia, "Note quite my normal wording, though
at least it's an accurate poem."

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."



Ankastra ponders the situation.

You say, "I can't help but feel the silence adequetly puts forth how reticent anyone is to partake
in this particular questioning."

Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "I must leave."

Ankastra doffs a tall black, silver banded top hat cordially.

Ankastra spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

Eliron bows respectfully to Ankastra.

Ankastra has left the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

A masked faeling says, "That must indeed be the case."

A masked faeling says, "And that is my truth."

A masked faeling purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his
thoughts.

A masked faeling says, "Unless someone wishes to put forward something else."

Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh says, "Yep, time for me to see my way out as well."

Kalaneya gets up off a long black leather couch.

Kalaneya curtseys gracefully.

Reaching down Xynthin gives a glowing bottle a quick spin letting it turn wildly in a circle.

Spinning steadily, a glowing bottle begins to slow in its rotation.

You ponder the situation.

Still spinning the bottle slows more in its rotation.

Coming to a halt, the bottle wavers a moment before resting with its long neck pointed directly at
Calesta.

Celina ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Archon Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh says, "Have a wonderful time!"

Kalaneya spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

Eliron flashes Kalaneya a joyous smile.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Wait, wait I have a question."

With a wistful look on her face, Siam touches a glowing bottle.
Reaching down Siam touches a glowing bottle and joins the game of Spin-the-Bottle.

"Oh?" A masked faeling exclaims quizzically.

Siam Star-eyes asks, "Who is the fairest of them all?"

Siam brushes her hair vainly.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Celina.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to a masked faeling, "If, under punishment of banishment from
the Glomdoring for all eternity, would you rather play "hide the staff" with. Munsia or Revan."

A masked faeling says, "Hide the staff? Am I stealing their staves and burying them somewhere?"

A masked faeling says, "I suppose I'd rather bury Munsia's, she uses it more often."

A masked faeling says, "That is a waste of a question."



Naia Ysav'rai says, "I promise I'll lay off the booze, don't send me away."

You take a long draught of fruit wine, hoping to quench your thirst.

You ask, "What other party games do people know?"

You say, "...that can be acceptably played by blood-relatives."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Eliron's lips.

A masked faeling looks skeptical and says, "What party games cannot be played by blood relatives?"

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "To Xenthos Hide the staff."

You say to a masked faeling, "Certain, traditional versions of spin the bottle."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "Xynthin..."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Oh man..."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to a masked faeling, "That depends on what
family and commune or city you live in."

A masked faeling says, "We just established that the staff can be separated from its owner and
hidden away."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Xenthos you don't want to know what hide the staff
is."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says to Celina, "Did Revan play that with you?"

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I have little doubt he would play it with anyone, but no. Not
with me."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Okay good."

You say, "Truly, we cannot be entirely bereft of entertainment now that the drunken General has gone.
"



You mumble, "Well, thi. .. awkward."

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Eliron blinks.

Eliron's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Eliron takes a drink from a bottle.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says, "One of my favorite teas."

Siam picks up a rose-shaped jam sandwich.

Siam consumes a rose-shaped jam sandwich leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

You take a black porcelain music box, painted with vivid green vines from a stormy backpack with
diamond raindrops.

Calesta sweeps Celina across the floor, dazzling Celina with his footwork.

You drop a black porcelain music box, painted with vivid green vines.

You have emoted: Tacita winds up a music box carefully before releasing the crank. Gentle, waltzing
melodies begin to echo about the room.

You say to Calesta, "I hear dancing works better with music."

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "True."

It is now the 1st of Avechary, 319 years after the Coming of Estarra.

You ask a masked faeling, "Do you dance, Chieftain?"

Pursing his lips, A masked faeling says, "Not well, or often."

You ponder the situation.

A masked faeling takes you gently in his arms, and together you dance a slow, graceful waltz.

Bloodsworn, Calesta Ysav'rai, Dark Druid says, "Would you dance if my mother were here?"

You blush furiously.

A masked faeling says, "I am already doing so, and would not discard my partner so rapidly."

You have emoted: Tacita appears slightly starry-eyed as she is led around the impromptu dance floor.

A masked faeling continues the waltz, his steps mechanically following the music emanating from the
box.

Offering his hand, Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to Naia, "A dance, Naia?"



Eliron's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You have emoted: Tacita leans her head lightly against Xynthin's shoulder, a childlike blush still
visible on her cheeks.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says, "Or not."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Eliron, "Off limits."

You tell Siam Star-eyes, "Eeeeeeeeeeeee."

Eliron utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to Celina, "I would think you'd want me to dance
with her, since there is no danger any could tempt me away from my Prince and King."

Holding Celina's hands, Calesta dances delightfully.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Eliron, "I don't trust any of you men folk."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says to Celina, "Then you'd not grant me a dance
yourself?"

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Eliron, "I'm not sure what I have done to lead anyone to
believe I dance, but I do apologize for misleading you."



Siam tells you, "Eeeeeh?"

You tell Siam Star-eyes, "Eeeeeeeeeee."

Siam tells you, "Eeeeeh."

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says, "I kill things though. We can do that."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "I have seen you fight, of course. Poetry in
motion with a splash of blood."

Siam tells you, "Aiaiaiaiaiaiai."

Caught in a sudden bout of whimsy, Siam twirls about the room in idle circles.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "It is not so different than a dance, though
usually there is less blood."

You tell Siam Star-eyes, "Dancing! Xenthos! Holding! Waltz! Slow! Eeeee!"

You tell Siam Star-eyes, "Oh please don't let me faint or look silly or trip."

Siam Star-eyes twirls about very slooowly in idle circles.

Celina Ysav'rai, The Heartless says to Eliron, "It's frivolous and awkward, and I fear I would break
you."

Eliron utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament says, "I am not so fraggile as that, but nor would I
press a lady to dance if she does not want."

Siam Star-eyes says, "I need a partner."

Siam ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Siam ponders Calesta thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament slips onto the dance floor and catches Siam's hand,
pulling her into a proper waltz.



Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a slaugh.

Siam ponders a slaugh thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Arm outstretched, Siam calls out and a broom flies into her hand.

Siam ponders a wiccan broom thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Siam begins to wield a wiccan broom in her right hand.

Moving in graceful circles, Siam dances a slow waltz with a wiccan broom.

Siam sweeps Eliron across the floor, dazzling Eliron with her footwork.

Siam Star-eyes says, "Let's all twirl around in sloooow circles."

Eliron's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "Oh dear, I missed a dance request from the handsomest Lord in the joint."

Siam Star-eyes says, "The Lord is a Lady at present."

You sigh contentedly.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament guides Siam in the smooth circles of the waltz,
leaving enough room to accomodate the broom.

Siam hops about the area madly.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "And Suddenly Siam has stolen him."

Moving in graceful circles, Siam dances a slow waltz with Eliron.

Siam suddenly grabs Eliron and swoops with him across the room, tangoing with unearthly grace.

Siam Star-eyes says, "All dancers are mine."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament smiles and says to Naia, "I promise I have saved the
dance."

Siam pats a wiccan broom in a friendly manner.

Siam pats a slaugh in a friendly manner.

Naia Ysav'rai says, "If only I were a gargantuan figure of living shadow."

Celina's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Dipping her hand into a shadow cauldron, Celina pulls out a long shadow and releases it into the air.
The room darkens with the churning darkness.

Celina takes a long drag off her pipe.

Siam Star-eyes asks, "Now, now, who has a lute?"

You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Celina.

Siam Star-eyes says, "Oh, I know!"

Siam Star-eyes says, "Someone dance, please."

Celina's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.

Celina takes a long drag off her pipe.

Celina's attack rebounds off your magical shield.

You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Celina.

Siam Star-eyes says, "Very slooowly."

~~ For some reason the r