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July 7, 2024
On a sunny Sunday morning I awake to find my prince has been dancing in circles with a deadly foe for over an hour. Without a word, I rush to his aid, slowly, no flying, just creeping towards that magenta circle. The sky is filled with red funnels of fae magic and wind, sweeping around like giant brushes wielded by demonic painters. Red raindrops fall from above, as if the sky itself were bleeding. He spots me and quickly summons me into a dark coat room within the inn, urging me to hide. An hour passes of urgent glances and magical touches; my prince breaking away frequently from his dance of death to rendezvous with me in the dark recesses of the closet. Xypaxis rudely interrupts our secret tryst, so we move to the stage. A bard says, 'And now I would like to recite a poem which has been told for years. It is probably the most famous literature out there. This one doesn't have any name, but it is by the great poet, Senacharim of Medievia.'. 'Carefully we tread the night, carefully we hunt in fright. And in the darkened earthen halls, sleeps the dreaded beast.'. 'Frosty stars speck the dark, each a tiny diamond spark. The thing sleeps on a bed of gold, an empire's ransom at least.'. 'We near the dark and fearsom lair. Who will fight, who will scare? We five are hardened all, but the thing is of such power....'. 'Silently we tread the halls, where the beast's large head lulls. Upon our village it dined last night, how we've awaited the hour.'. 'The stench as such assaults the brain, fear could drive us all insane. Beyond the edge of reason reign - or are we there already?'. *A bard says, 'Fire lights the darkness! Gold, bones and starkness... three are instantly fried.... Why are my hands not steady!?'. 'A vicious snap, I hear a scream! All too fast, like in a dream. I'm who's left, I see its eye - and desperately I throw!'. 'Blood now pools at my feet, the monster is so close to beat. I await its dying breath, indeed, I must know.'. 'The minutes pass to infinity, the beast will have no dignity! I shove the spear all the way in - it writhes, and then it's done...'. 'Suddenly my bones are weary, I must leave this place so dreary. Perhaps with luck, I'll chance to see the newly risen sun...'. The audience roars in cheers and cries, and the bard gracefully bows at them. 'Thank you all so much. Again, that beautiful poem of fantasy and epic lore was by Senacharim of Medievia.'. Xypaxis and his elementals are again heading to the cross. Spamming trip, my prince takes us into the fray. Xypaxis flees, Hellraider turns to us. My prince flees, instructing me to flee and teleport. The inn is so close! I can make it. Two rooms. But no. Hellraider instantly engages me, and a zombie resembling Wellz steals the kill from him. My prince offers to resurrect me, stating he will probably die in the process. He is right. As my spirit returns to me, Hellraider drains his, and Xypaxis finishes him off. Distraught, I tell him he shouldn't have done that. But alas, he says it is better he than I. A bard says, 'The next poem I am about to recite is by Bardic of Medievia. It is a poem about lust and love, and passion and inspiration.'. 'The day sets into the night, and I grab my precious lady tight. Her slender body feels just right, as I play with her, as I play with her.'. Tasia says, 'ooo a dirty poem?'. A bard says, 'She is as beautiful as any lady fair. And her company is all in which I care. I love nothing more than sitting in my chair as I play with her, as I play with her.'. 'Music is the life I make. I have learned to play for my ladies sake. I enjoy only her company. As I play with her, as I play with her.'. [NEWBIE] [CLAN] Slust has ENTERED the world of Medievia. A bard says, 'That rich poem was by the infamous Bardic of Medievia.'. Reinstated to his mortal form, my gallant prince returns to me. Tasia: you picked a good room, I'm enjoying the bard Tasia: brunch date - murder mystery theatre? Tasia: death and a show! We sit quietly, waiting on our foe to make a move. He sits quietly, waiting on us to make a move. A bard says, 'And now for a poem written by Tesarrin of Medievia. He composed this work when he was but a mage, which was quite long ago.'. 'It is called "A Lonely Rock," and it goes something like this....'. 'I am the rock, that sits in the desert. No life around for miles, but I'm solid stone.'. Tasia says to a bard, 'Why'd you stop?'. Tasia says to a bard, 'Is the show over???'. Tasia says to a bard, 'You were in the middle of a story!'. A bard says, 'The years come and go, and my age does not show. Yet time passes slow, for there is nowhere I can go.'. *A bard says, 'The sun goes down, the moon comes up. Still I sit down. Shall I rise up? No, I shall simply sit. And sit and sit.'. The bard stands up from the stool and bows to the audience, indicating the ending of the poem. A bard says, 'Thank you all so much. That was by Tesarrin of Medievia. We exit the theatre to hide in the depths of darkness. Leaving Xypaxis to continue his valiant effort to solo Hellraider. Another hour passes undisturbed. (Red Aura)A demonic figure calmly stands here looking amused. It is enshrouded in a deep red shield of fire. **c mag xy Animatius chants out the arcane words and is drained of 8 mana. Animatius conjures 13 magic missiles Xypaxis staggers under the impact. The magic missile tears away the remaining life of Xypaxis. Xypaxis is DEAD!!. (TIZOAST) A tough battle! You're drenched with blood, but much more experienced. You receive 0 experience points from the battle of 1999917056 total. Your spirits were diametrically opposed. You are flooded with power. Xypaxis groans as waves of pain ripples through his. You shiver in disgust as Xypaxis lets out a final, agonized moan before death. Xypaxis's consciousness escapes the painful tomb of its dead body and hovers peacefully above you. Empowered with extraordinary perception, he is able to see everything that goes on here, a silent witness to anyone who might try to desecrate the corpse. **east Hellraider sits down and rests. You suddenly feel afraid as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Red raindrops fall from above, as if the sky itself were bleeding. Hellraider calmly walks toward Animatius, laughing at him. Xypaxis boo **c tele Hellraider grabs your head with both hands, and you feel all your energy sucked away! You fall to the ground, totally incapacitated! You are hurt far too badly for that. You are hurt far too badly for that. The highlight of this forsaken inn in the middle of nowhere is definitely the bard. We spent hours listening to his tales, and not one was repeated. Highly recommend. Terrible weather, numerous deaths, two cpks, a new cross, and not a loot to be had. -1 Star. It’s a rough neighborhood. Bring friends. - Tasia. All Rights Reserved. For more information contact: Webmistress: Soleil |
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