The Liquid Wallaby - It Melts My Heart (No more Posting)

[Fraire]

"Exploring..."

'Anything found while exploring or nothing?'

"Well, I just got here. So...besides a piece of glass the size of a CD stuck in my foot, I've found nothing."

[Chaos Crescent]

'Anything found while exploring or nothing?'

"Well, I just got here. So...besides a piece of glass the size of a CD stuck in my foot, I've found nothing."

'Why did you step on a CD? What kind of music did it have that you didn't like it enough to point it in your foot.'

[Fraire]

"Well, I just got here. So...besides a piece of glass the size of a CD stuck in my foot, I've found nothing."

'Why did you step on a CD? What kind of music did it have that you didn't like it enough to point it in your foot.'

"It wasn't a CD. It was a glass soufflé dish."

[Chaos Crescent]

'Why did you step on a CD? What kind of music did it have that you didn't like it enough to point it in your foot.'

"It wasn't a CD. It was a glass soufflé dish."

'How was the souffle then, was it great and tasty?'

[Fortitudinem]

He looks around near the cabinet, "Hmmm."

By now, he's silently muttering, "please don't look in ze closet, please don't look in ze closet..."

He stands in front of the closet, "Now.. This can't be right..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri teaches Saren the basic facts about Tinellian government.

Saren is bored out of his mind.

Byron is passed out on top of the bar.

[Torrocca]

Torr enters the building, dressed in some stylish Medieval garb. He looks pale and half-dead.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Torr enters the building, dressed in some stylish Medieval garb. He looks pale and half-dead.

Rusla pokes his head up from under the bar. "You look like a local, at least. With that whole... pale look. I haven't seen the sun in two months."

[Torrocca]

Torr enters the building, dressed in some stylish Medieval garb. He looks pale and half-dead.

Rusla pokes his head up from under the bar. "You look like a local, at least. With that whole... pale look. I haven't seen the sun in two months."

Unresponsive, the man sluggishly makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat. "Some wine, if you will..." He slumps over onto the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Rusla pokes his head up from under the bar. "You look like a local, at least. With that whole... pale look. I haven't seen the sun in two months."

Unresponsive, the man sluggishly makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat. "Some wine, if you will..." He slumps over onto the bar.

He shoves the snoring Byron off of the bar and nods, opening the back door to grab a bottle from the cooler. "Sure. Culdranthine or Reil? ... Just a warning, the Reil stuff is fermented cabbage."

[Torrocca]

Unresponsive, the man sluggishly makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat. "Some wine, if you will..." He slumps over onto the bar.

He shoves the snoring Byron off of the bar and nods, opening the back door to grab a bottle from the cooler. "Sure. Culdranthine or Reil? ... Just a warning, the Reil stuff is fermented cabbage."

"It doesn't matter... just something... good." His mail armor rattles lightly as he shifts around.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He shoves the snoring Byron off of the bar and nods, opening the back door to grab a bottle from the cooler. "Sure. Culdranthine or Reil? ... Just a warning, the Reil stuff is fermented cabbage."

"It doesn't matter... just something... good." His mail armor rattles lightly as he shifts around.

He shrugs and grabs a bottle of Culdranthine wine. "In that case, it'd be this stuff." He pours a glass. "Nice get-up, by the way. Combined with the paleness you look like one of those corpses that keep floating down the river."

[Fortitudinem]

*Enter a man, clad in full black and red armor, which completely conceals them*

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

*Enter a man, clad in full black and red armor, which completely conceals them*

Adri looks up at said man. "A lot of medieval outfits today... Interesting. Was there a looting spree up the river?"

[Torrocca]

"It doesn't matter... just something... good." His mail armor rattles lightly as he shifts around.

He shrugs and grabs a bottle of Culdranthine wine. "In that case, it'd be this stuff." He pours a glass. "Nice get-up, by the way. Combined with the paleness you look like one of those corpses that keep floating down the river."

"You'd be surprised by... what it took... to get me to... this state," he replies, grabbing the glass and chugging the wine down. He quickly returns to his half-dead state, knocking the glass off the bar.

[Fortitudinem]

*Enter a man, clad in full black and red armor, which completely conceals them*

Adri looks up at said man. "A lot of medieval outfits today... Interesting. Was there a looting spree up the river?"

*The man keeps walking, and looks at Adri. He looks quite menacing*

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He shrugs and grabs a bottle of Culdranthine wine. "In that case, it'd be this stuff." He pours a glass. "Nice get-up, by the way. Combined with the paleness you look like one of those corpses that keep floating down the river."

"You'd be surprised by... what it took... to get me to... this state," he replies, grabbing the glass and chugging the wine down. He quickly returns to his half-dead state, knocking the glass off the bar.

"Living in Reiltam for more than a week tends to do that to you. In the winter, it's fucking cold. In the summer, swampy, humid, and insect-infested. I'd go to Culdranthine. Warm beaches, funny accents, good food, and there's actually sunlight there. Only problem is that the women are like three feet tall and rabbity. Kinda kills the mood."

Adri looks up at said man. "A lot of medieval outfits today... Interesting. Was there a looting spree up the river?"

*The man keeps walking, and looks at Adri. He looks quite menacing*

She shrugs non-chalantly and resumes tutoring Saren.

[Fortitudinem]

The man heads to the bar and sits down, silent, probably thinking, maybe not. He also takes note of everyone and everything present.

[Torrocca]

"You'd be surprised by... what it took... to get me to... this state," he replies, grabbing the glass and chugging the wine down. He quickly returns to his half-dead state, knocking the glass off the bar.

"Living in Reiltam for more than a week tends to do that to you. In the winter, it's fucking cold. In the summer, swampy, humid, and insect-infested. I'd go to Culdranthine. Warm beaches, funny accents, good food, and there's actually sunlight there. Only problem is that the women are like three feet tall and rabbity. Kinda kills the mood."

*The man keeps walking, and looks at Adri. He looks quite menacing*

She shrugs non-chalantly and resumes tutoring Saren.

"It wasn't this land... that did this. Or its inhabitants... it was something far, far worse... Far to the north..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"It wasn't this land... that did this. Or its inhabitants... it was something far, far worse... Far to the north..."

"... And far to the north is Culdranthine. And the arctic ocean, I guess. What, did you get attacked by a sea monster?"

[Fortitudinem]

The man overhears "Sea monster" and turns to face them, probably listening in at this point.

[Torrocca]

"It wasn't this land... that did this. Or its inhabitants... it was something far, far worse... Far to the north..."

"... And far to the north is Culdranthine. And the arctic ocean, I guess. What, did you get attacked by a sea monster?"

"No... not there, either... nor in the ocean... I speak of other lands, lands not of yours, but of mine... I must send word to your king..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"... And far to the north is Culdranthine. And the arctic ocean, I guess. What, did you get attacked by a sea monster?"

"No... not there, either... nor in the ocean... I speak of other lands, lands not of yours, but of mine... I must send word to your king..."

"The king is on vacation. Nearest government official is..." He points to Adri. "There. She's the governess of Reiltam, I'd talk to her."

[Torrocca]

"No... not there, either... nor in the ocean... I speak of other lands, lands not of yours, but of mine... I must send word to your king..."

"The king is on vacation. Nearest government official is..." He points to Adri. "There. She's the governess of Reiltam, I'd talk to her."

"That won't do... he MUST know. Tell me where he is."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"The king is on vacation. Nearest government official is..." He points to Adri. "There. She's the governess of Reiltam, I'd talk to her."

"That won't do... he MUST know. Tell me where he is."

"Fuck if I know. France or something. I don't keep up with royal news... What do you take me for, an American?"