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  • Captain Galatea strides out through the green bronze arch at the stair landing.
    Serjeant Celaena encourages a short courier's crotch still, "If you want to step in to aide, you can see if she wishes it."
    A short courier replies, in Teanga, "Sorry, I have no time to speak!"
    OOC -- Serjeant Celaena says, "<.< no"
    Serjeant Celaena means you and Private Falke.
    Serjeant Celaena indicates the green bronze arch at the stair landing, "Since it has been done in the past."
    Heavy gusts of chill winds cause you to protect your eyes.
    Talic arrives through the north passageway.
    A short courier gives a scroll to Talic.
    Talic bows to the Outer Bailey courtyard politely.
    Serjeant Celaena bows to Talic..
    Talic moves from the north passageway to the archless western exit.
    Talic leaves through the archless western exit.
    Cold winds blow past you; they seem to draw the heat from your body.
    You wonder about Serjeant Celaena's words and a short courier.
    Serjeant Celaena entirely means you.
    Serjeant Celaena includes Falke
    Vaden Amberthorne
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    Jeweler
    Seeker and Treasurer of the Rememberers
    Northern instructor with the LPA
    Assistant Virtuoso of the Unity

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    • Why sometimes sharing the commands is a dangerous idea


      ----

      You downwardly crouch down near A long black oilcloth tent bag and say in Northern, "As you can see, it has handles here but it is still - very - heavy"
      Edstave moves from the southern oak door to A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      Edstave steps to A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      Edstave helpfully supports A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      Meoris lowers his right hand toward an An black iron handle.
      Merrynn begins to examine A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      > @ooc "Okay for the tent bag the command is....
      OOC -- You say, "Okay for the tent bag the command is...."
      Sabriel begins to examine A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      Merrynn moves from the southern oak door to A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      Merrynn steps toward A long black oilcloth tent bag.
      > @ooc "assemble my bag
      OOC -- You say, "assemble my bag"
      Merrynn gathers A long black oilcloth tent bag's cedar supports, stakes and leather straps and erect A long black oilcloth tent bag, securing it solidly to the ground.
      > @ooc "To collapse it -> collapse my tent
      OOC -- You say, "To collapse it -> collapse my tent"
      Meoris begins to examine A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Sabriel begins to examine A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Edstave begins to examine A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      OOC -- Merrynn says, "antons room is taken over lol"
      Merrynn begins to examine A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Edstave hugely notes A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      > @ooc merry "You are so-so naughty
      OOC -- You say to Merrynn, "You are so-so naughty"
      OOC -- Tristana says, "Master Ali Jahib is about to come out, isnt he?"
      OOC -- Merrynn says, "jesus!"
      OOC -- Meoris says, "room is crushed"
      Tristana begins to examine A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Merrynn moves from Sabriel to A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Meoris moves from Sabriel to A black oilcloth marquee tent.
      Merrynn disassembles A black oilcloth marquee tent, stuffing everything neatly into a large tent bag.
      Meoris leaves through A long black oilcloth tent bag.

      > @ooc merry ".........
      OOC -- You say to Merrynn, "........."
      OOC -- Merrynn says, "there goes meo"
      You hear a man calling "Definitely roomy" in Northern from a tent flap.
      OOC -- Tristana says, "haha meoris is dead"
      OOC -- Merrynn says, "hahahahahaha"
      > @ooc "HAHAHAHAHA
      OOC -- You say, "HAHAHAHAHA"
      Meoris arrives through a tent flap.
      OOC -- Merrynn says, "Im dead..DEAD!"
      > @ooc "That's some tardis there xD
      OOC -- You say, "That's some tardis there xD"
      OOC -- Sabriel says, "lmao"
      Meoris smiles at you in Northern warmly, "Very spacious, ser."
      "In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics.’ All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred and schizophrenia."

      "Although many of us consider ourselves forward-thinkers, we still cling tenaciously to the old values of the system."

      "Between two groups of people who want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds, I see no remedy but force"

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      • *This is while trying to reach Blodwen for magical support*


        A young page boy groans, in Teanga, "Excuse me, have you seen Acolyte Adayne?"

        Falling snow swirls picturesquely about.

        You tell a young page boy, "If you see her, we'd appreciate a moment of her time."

        A young page boy says, in Teanga, "Of course."
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        Guildmaster of the Embinders Association
        Bodyservant to Lord Sicard Dunseny

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        • *after playing around and trying pretty clothes on in Cai's room*


          Nariseth shifts her deep-set deep blue eyes, "Though..."
          Nariseth lifts long silvery plum silk flowing open sleeves and ivory cotton long sleeves, "The intense desire to flap my arms is very, very strong."
          You shoo Nariseth, "Do it!"
          You wave your arms up-and-down.
          Nariseth widely throws her arms.
          Nariseth flourishes long silvery plum silk flowing open sleeves and ivory cotton long sleeves outwardly.
          Nariseth flaps her arms, long silvery plum silk flowing open sleeves and ivory cotton long sleeves obnoxiously.
          Nariseth halts her arms calmly.
          Nariseth nods acceptingly, "Satisfactory."
          You smirk at Nariseth, "Mm..."
          Nariseth folds her arms in long silvery plum silk flowing open sleeves and ivory cotton long sleeves again.
          Nariseth composes herself anew.


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          • A small hound yaps lively.

            Lady Charmiam shushes a small hound softly, "Hush, Elmer, or ye shall have to depart."

            A small hound ignores Lady Charmiam gravely.​​​​​​
            Honored Guest
            Royal Purse Bearer
            Guildmaster of the Embinders Association
            Bodyservant to Lord Sicard Dunseny

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            • A crackling campfire is standing near here. An ivy-like plant with pink flowers is lying on a fashionable silver-maple desk. A fashionable silver-maple cross frame chair is standing behind a fashionable silver-maple desk. A rectangularly-shaped black leather gift box is standing next to a curious granadillo trunk. An exotic black locust corner cabinet is standing against the northeastern corner of the room. An unformed shrub and an exotic black locust bookshelf are standing in the southwestern corner of the room. A curious granadillo trunk is sitting near. A curious granadillo sideboard is standing near. Ten logs are lying in the ornate fireplace. Two antique velveteen floor cushions and a forest velveteen rug are lying in front of the ornate fireplace. An exotic black locust sofa is standing in front of the ornate fireplace. Tristana and you are standing near the ornate fireplace. A small tawny canvas is hanging near the east wall. A fashionable silver-maple desk is standing against. A wooden cigar box is lying on a curious granadillo sideboard.

              Tristana moves from the ornate fireplace to a sleek oak mantelpiece.
              Tristana stands a mysterious luminous orb, an ornate white-gold orb and a steel hourglass figurine on a sleek oak mantelpiece.
              Tristana takes a wooden cigar box.
              > @ooc "That...probably lit a fire in the room. HAHAHA
              OOC -- You say, "That...probably lit a fire in the room. HAHAHA"
              Tristana stands a wooden cigar box on a sleek oak mantelpiece.
              OOC -- Tristana says, "there goes the cushions"
              Tristana eyes a crackling campfire.
              Tristana glances at you questioningly.
              Smoke rises lazily from the roaring fire.
              > step backwards to campfire
              You move from the ornate fireplace to a crackling campfire.
              You step backwards to a crackling campfire.
              > hide campfire from Tristana's eyes
              You hide a crackling campfire from Tristana's almond-shaped smoky silver eyes.
              > backwardly stomp my foot
              You backwardly stomp your right foot.
              > extinguish campfire
              You stamp out the crackling fire, and it quickly dims to smoldering embers.
              Tristana sighs in Northern, "A girl is trying to decorate and he burns the room. Men!"

              Ordained Knight of the Realm
              Equerry to Prince Bertram
              Rangers Recruit
              Embinder Hobbyist
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              StoryBuilder Chimi says, "O_O I just found something weird in your body. Hang on a sec...."

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              • When a typo leads to randomly amusing myself...

                > put my scroll in my ouch
                Trevayne has no ouch.
                > put my scroll in my owwie
                Trevayne has no owwie.
                > put my scroll in my boo-boo
                Trevayne has no boo-boo.

                Clean bill of health for Trevayne!

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                • Aleysia remarks about a sprig of mistletoe, "See, that's probably what they are waiting for."
                  You express to Aleysia obviously, "I am not opposed."
                  Aleysia steps closer to you, "Good thing I enjoy getting Nari and Juliee all riled up.
                  You smirk at Aleysia.
                  You compose yourself briefly.
                  You lean toward Aleysia.
                  Aleysia leans slightly toward your face.
                  A scarred courier arrives through the space between the pillars.
                  Wood in the fire suddenly pops, spraying tiny embers into the air
                  You kiss Aleysia's sensual lips gently.
                  A scarred courier gives a scroll to you.
                  You stare sideways at a scarred courier.
                  You return your gaze to Aleysia.
                  Aleysia glances at a scarred courier too, "Really?"
                  You murmur to Aleysia, "Sorry for getting distracted.."
                  Ser Kobe
                  Junior Equerry to Lord Vestio
                  Battler Teacher
                  Mummer for the Unity of the Arts

                  Linguistics Project Assembly Teacher

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                  • (at the Seamstress bell)

                    Mallegra climbs from the large dormer window.
                    Mallegra moves from a shrub with pale purple floral sprigs to a rustic cedar wardrobe.
                    Mallegra scuttles to a rustic cedar wardrobe.
                    Mallegra sticks her head in a rustic cedar wardrobe.
                    Mallegra takes a purple canvas undertunic from a rustic cedar wardrobe.
                    Mallegra sniffs her purple canvas undertunic.
                    Mallegra pulls her purple canvas undertunic over her head.
                    Mallegra becomes trapped.
                    Mallegra waves her arms in her purple canvas undertunic.
                    Mallegra thumps against a rustic cedar wardrobe.

                    Trinity peeks at Mallegra.
                    Trinity moves from a rustic cedar couch to Mallegra.
                    Trinity steps to Mallegra.

                    Mallegra waddles backwards.
                    Mallegra moves from a rustic cedar wardrobe to the east wall.
                    Mallegra bangs into the east wall.

                    You see Mallegra strugglingly.

                    Mallegra tugs on her purple canvas undertunic.

                    Trinity gathers Mallegra, "Calm down."

                    Mallegra panics.
                    Mallegra flails harder.

                    Trinity moves from a rustic cedar wardrobe to the east wall.
                    Trinity attemptingly pulls Mallegra's purple canvas undertunic over Mallegra's head.

                    You worriedly watch Mallegra.

                    Mallegra pops her head out.
                    Mallegra moves from the east wall to Trinity.
                    Mallegra hands her purple canvas undertunic to Trinity.
                    Mallegra pants.

                    You appear to be relieved.

                    Mallegra moves from Trinity to the plank floor.
                    Mallegra sits down hard on the plank floor.

                    Halvard inwardly amuses himself with Mallegra.

                    Trinity peeks at Mallegra, "Are you okay?"

                    Mallegra rounds her large grey eyes.
                    Mallegra seems to be fine.



                    Mistress Tine
                    Chronicler of the Court
                    Squire to Sir Edstave
                    Junior Equerry to Lord Dolph Li'astri

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                    • You ask Doctor Dolph sweetly in Northern, "For me?"

                      You take an angel-shaped purple paper gift box from Doctor Dolph.

                      You smile easily at Doctor Dolph in Northern, "You should not have! Thank you, Doctor."

                      > l my box
                      An angel-shaped purple paper gift box. Your angel-shaped purple paper gift box is closed.

                      Doctor Dolph smiles at you in Northern, "It may not be as intricate as last year's, but given time, I could likely write a few more poems for your book, as well"

                      You open your angel-shaped purple paper gift box a-little-bit.

                      You peer discreetly into your angel-shaped purple paper gift box.

                      > l my box
                      An angel-shaped purple paper gift box. Your angel-shaped purple paper gift box is open. It contains a plush stuffed toy bunny.

                      You quirk your well-defined lips marginally.

                      You say eventually to Doctor Dolph in Northern, "I would like that very much."

                      Doctor Dolph admits to you in Northern then, "I was unsure what animal would best suit you, but the bunny, perhaps because of the letters matching your name in length and first letter, jumped out at me. If you will pardon the pun"

                      You push your angel-shaped purple paper gift box open in Northern, "Oh! It -is- a bunny!"

                      You take a plush stuffed toy bunny from your angel-shaped purple paper gift box.
                      You tell Doctor Dolph surprisedly in Northern, "You know, I always do say I favour the hare."

                      > l my toy
                      This is a plush stuffed toy bunny. It is done in cranberry and has the words, 'Cuddle Cakes' embroidered across its belly. You note the professional mark of Grand Master Toymaker Juniper Nacklebell.

                      You painedly shift your expression.

                      Doctor Dolph spoils your angel-shaped purple paper gift box prematurely in Northern, "Oh forgive me"

                      Doctor Dolph begins to examine Brook's plush stuffed toy bunny.

                      You murmur incredulously in Northern, "Cuddle Cakes ...?"

                      OOC -- Doctor Dolph says, "omg wtf"

                      You lift your gaze to Doctor Dolph ever-so-slowly.

                      Doctor Dolph marvels at your plush stuffed toy bunny in Northern, "I had no idea"

                      Doctor Dolph blushes a-lot in Northern, "I must have taken the wrong bunny"

                      You say soothingly in Northern, "Of course not, of course not."

                      You clearly wonder about Doctor Dolph's heart.

                      Doctor Dolph holds his boyish cheeks in Northern, "Forgive me, allow me to... er"

                      Merrynn lifts her arched eyebrow subtly in Northern, "ummm..."

                      Doctor Dolph moves from Brook to the north double door.

                      Doctor Dolph dashes out through the north double door.

                      Merrynn blinks at the north double door.

                      You blink twice at the north double door.

                      OOC -- Merrynn says, "And here I sit laughing"

                      OOC -- You say, "i'm cackling"

                      OOC -- Lilly says, "hahahahaha"

                      Lilly asks lostly in Northern, "Who would even cuddle cakes?! That is so messy"

                      ~ Keeper of the Royal Vault
                      ~ Handmaiden of Her Majesty, Queen Vivienne

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                      • Edstave breathes windedly in Northern, "That was quite a battle, dear one."

                        You beam pantingly.

                        Kaspar leans on a chestnut long table comfortably.

                        You ask in Northern, "More?"

                        Harsh wind whistles in through the cracks in the castle's stonework.

                        Edstave invites Kaspar to the center of the ballroom in Northern, "Would you like to have a three-way?"

                        Edstave realizes his words too-late.

                        You laugh suddenly in Northern, "Dont you think you need to ask me first?"

                        Kaspar smirks then.
                        Mistress Tristana

                        Member of Her Majesty's Court
                        Secretary for His Highness, Prince Bertram
                        Embinder/Hairstylist
                        Aide for the Healers
                        Patron of the Embinders
                        Scribe of the Chambers

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                        • In the name of beauty ...

                          Vasilisa smiles to Bartley, "Sorry."
                          Vasilisa takes a large white fluffy towel.

                          You curiously ask Vasilisa, "What are you saying sorry for? Are you going to hurt him?"

                          Vasilisa drapes her large white fluffy towel over Bartley's shoulders.

                          Bartley blinks at Vasilisa, "Oh.."
                          Bartley hears you.

                          Vasilisa shifts her deep-set hazel eyes at your words.
                          Vasilisa smirks.
                          Vasilisa steps to a low, glowing flames.

                          Bartley closes his gimlet deep green eyes.

                          Vasilisa heats her ebony brow wax compact over a low, glowing flames.

                          Bartley blinks at Vasilisa's ebony brow wax compact.
                          Bartley asks, "What is that for?"

                          You hushedly tell Bartley, "It's like a torturer where they heat up the appliances."

                          Vasilisa shushes Bartley, "Just relax."

                          Bartley closes his gimlet deep green eyes.

                          Vasilisa amusedly snorts at you.

                          Bartley covers his nipples.

                          Vasilisa steps to Bartley.
                          Vasilisa cools her ebony brow wax compact briefly.

                          You bolster Bartley's confidence, "She won't hurt you."
                          You disbelieve yourself.

                          Nariseth softly says to Bartley, "Just don't flinch.."

                          Bartley smiles aside at you, "She does not dislike me, I am fine, plus I work for her..."

                          Vasilisa lifts Bartley's chin now.

                          Bartley closes his gimlet deep green eyes tightly.

                          Vasilisa shifts her deep-set hazel eyes.

                          Nariseth mouths to Vasilisa, "Curl his eyebrows.."
                          Nariseth covers her firm mouth with her smooth hands quickly.

                          Vasilisa coolly smoothes her ebony brow wax compact over Bartley's heavy eyebrows.
                          Vasilisa promises, "He's fine!"
                          Vasilisa says, "Maybe."

                          Bartley smirks.
                          Bartley feels his heavy eyebrows now.
                          Bartley raises his finger.

                          You anticipatorily wince at Bartley's heavy eyebrows.

                          Kona states softly, "I-i can't look. I-i can already f-feel it."
                          Kona rubs her arched eyebrows slightly.
                          Kona covers her almond-shaped amber eyes still.

                          Bartley waits for Vasilisa.

                          Vasilisa tells Bartley, "Clutch your cheeks."
                          Vasilisa means Bartley's rump probably.

                          Bartley hears Vasilisa.

                          Vasilisa firstly reaches to Bartley's heavy eyebrow.

                          You clench your derriere empathetically.

                          Vasilisa suddenly tears Bartley's heavy eyebrow.
                          Vasilisa warns Bartley not-at-all.

                          Bartley widens his gimlet deep green eyes, "Lemon chicken balls!"

                          You gasp, "Ow!"
                          Nariseth squeaks.

                          Vasilisa snorts amusedly.

                          You peer at Bartley, "Are you OK?"

                          Bartley brings his fingers to his heavy eyebrows quickly.
                          Bartley states, "You women are crazy if you do this more than once a decade."
                          Bartley moves his lined forehead, "Is my head still there?"

                          You giggle at Bartley, "I've never done it. Why hurt yourself?"

                          Vasilisa pats Bartley's muscular right arm, "You're not bleeding, I know it hurts but the pain goes away eventually."

                          Ezraella counters Bartley, "You men are crazy if you do that less than once a decade."

                          Bartley holds his head.
                          Bartley grins at Ezraella.

                          Vasilisa grins at Ezraella amusedly.
                          Vasilisa asks Bartley, "Ready for the next one?"

                          Bartley blinks at Vasilisa, "Next one??"

                          Vasilisa says, "I'll count down this time."

                          Bartley nods.
                          Bartley clenches his lined forehead.

                          Vasilisa counts to Bartley, "One."
                          Vasilisa counts to Bartley, "Two.."

                          You watch Vasilisa again.

                          Meryl mouths to Vasilisa, "Rip it off now."

                          Vasilisa already rips Bartley's heavy eyebrow with her ebony brow wax compact.
                          Vasilisa mimics Meryl's mind usually.

                          You squeal again, "Ow!"

                          Bartley clenches his lined forehead, "You can't count!"

                          Nariseth whimpers quietly.
                          Meryl laughs joyously.

                          You rub your straight eyebrows sympathetically.

                          Meryl enjoys Bartley painfully.
                          Irial asks, "Did I step into the torture chamber?"

                          Vasilisa smirks amusedly, "It's all done now."
                          Vasilisa beams at Irial, "Yep!"

                          Bartley tenses, "Gah.....that sucked shite."

                          Ezraella eyes Bartley.

                          Bartley covers his firm mouth with his smooth right hand quickly.
                          Bartley apologizes to the Hairstylist's Salon and Ezraella, "Sorry."

                          Ezraella nods to Bartley, "Accepted. Do not use that language again before gentle women again."

                          Bartley nods to Ezraella, "Of course Mistress."

                          Ezraella already defeats Vasilisa, "That includes Vasilisa, even if she protests."

                          Bartley nods.

                          Vasilisa applies her ebony brow wax compact to Bartley's heavy eyebrows.

                          Ezraella dubs Vasilisa, "Gentle."

                          Vasilisa pauses, "What does?"
                          Vasilila gasps at Ezraella, " I thought you liked me!"

                          Bartley smiles at Vasilisa, "No bad words."

                          Ezraella tells Vasilisa, "I adore you."
                          Ezraella tilts her slender right hand, "I would adore you more if you would wear gowns."

                          Vasilisa tells Ezraella, "I'm more man than most men."

                          Bartley cools his lined forehead with Vasilisa's ebony brow wax compact.

                          Ezraella teases Vasilisa.

                          Bartley grins at Vasilisa.

                          Vasilisa tells Ezraella, " I'll wear one for you tomorrow."

                          Ezraella lamentingly remarks to Vasilisa, "I know you are."

                          Bartley asks Vasilisa, "Oh can I see?"

                          Ezraella pleases herself with Vasilisa's words, "Deal. I will hold you to it."

                          You beam at Bartley, "They are really pretty now."

                          Vasilisa tells Bartley, "Shutup."

                          Bartley touches his flawlessly angled eyebrows.



                          Mistress Tine
                          Chronicler of the Court
                          Squire to Sir Edstave
                          Junior Equerry to Lord Dolph Li'astri

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                          • You show your breasts to Josie, "I have a week. If Dame Galatea doesn't want to sit for me, would you?"

                            You show your clay unfinished bust statuette to Josie instead.

                            OOC -- Josie says to you, "ROFL"

                            OOC -- Josie says to you, "*patpat* Those are nice, dear."

                            OOC -- You say, "I can see we're going to have a problem with this. LOL"

                            Josie begins to examine Taite's clay unfinished bust statuette.

                            OOC -- Josie says, "I'll go with statuette <.<"

                            OOC -- You say, "I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. LOL"
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                            Royal Page
                            Keeper of Games
                            Seeker in the Faith


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                            • (how I amuse myself in the small hours)

                              You smile at a small hound in Northern, "Will you sing with me?"

                              A small hound barks at you responsively.

                              You chuckle softly at a small hound in Northern, "All right, let us begin."

                              A small hound bounces playfully near you.

                              You pluck an ornate spruce lute's string softly at a small hound in Northern, "How much is that doggy in the Great Hall?"
                              You prompt a small hound hushedly in Northern, "Woof woof!"

                              A small hound almost howls, but stops as he seemingly recalls something.

                              You continue musically with your ornate spruce lute and a small hound in Northern, "The one with the waggly tail."

                              A small hound wags his tail gleefully.
                              A small hound playfully scampers about.

                              You smilingly sing with your ornate spruce lute and your slightly accented voice in Northern, "How much is that doggy in the Great Hall?"

                              A small hound paces pleasedly.
                              A small hound pads pantingly to you.
                              A small hound pants gleefully.

                              You musically walk with your ornate spruce lute and a small hound in Northern, "I do hope that doggy's not frail."

                              A small hound pokes you experimentally with his nose.
                              A small hound pads radiantly.

                              You sing to a small hound in Northern, "I read in the chronicles of monsters, ..."

                              A small hound wags his tail lively.

                              You musically amuse a small hound with your slightly accented voice and your ornate spruce lute in Northern, "With big eyes that shine in the dark."

                              A small hound pokes you demandingly with his paw.

                              You chucklingly sing to a small hound in Northern, "My love needs a doggy to protect him"

                              A small hound wags his tail playfully at you.
                              A small hound dances ecstatically.

                              You tunefully pluck an ornate spruce lute's strings at a small hound in Northern, "My love needs a doggy to protect him"

                              A small hound pads radiantly.

                              You happily finger an ornate spruce lute's strings in Northern, "And scare them away with one bark."

                              A small hound wags his tail pleasedly at you.

                              You softly encourage a small hound in Northern, "Speak to me. Did you like that?"
                              A small hound barks at you obediently.

                              You finally still an ornate spruce lute's strings with your right palm.

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                              • (name changed to PLAYER to preserve some dignity)


                                OOC -- PLAYER says, "ok, i kade a mistake. i am too drunk for.this game rigth now kol"

                                You chatter to PLAYER happily, "You missed a good performance just a little while ago. Sera Diana played the violin and ser Bartley twirled fire poi."

                                OOC -- PLAYER says, "sorry"

                                OOC -- You say to PLAYER, "Noted. You can't type."

                                OOC -- PLAYER says, "hush"

                                OOC - PLAYER loses her connection.

                                OOC -- You say, "that made me laugh"

                                Wood in the fire suddenly pops, spraying tiny embers into the air

                                OOC -- Kievn says, "That is major drunk"



                                Mistress Tine
                                Chronicler of the Court
                                Squire to Sir Edstave
                                Junior Equerry to Lord Dolph Li'astri

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