Funny Moments Of Marrach

[Hsilgne]

[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "K's are ugly. "
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "And I got a K name. Go figure."
[OOC Page] to StoryBuilder Virage: "NO WAY!"
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "THANKS MOM"
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "I've never liked K's, it's some sort of personal irony. >__>"
[OOC Page] to StoryBuilder Virage: "I love K!"
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "*gives you her K*"
[OOC Page] to StoryBuilder Virage: "I hate 'P', and I think 'A' is overused. Also not a huge fan of 'X' or 'J'."
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "Ya, those aren't my favs either. I like V and S a lot."
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "E is under used, Rs are cool"
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "I like Ls too >_>"
[OOC Page] to StoryBuilder Virage: "Hahaha, oh God this is the nerdiest I've been in a long time. 'E' is TOTALLY underrated. R is me. L is great. I is great. Q is cool."
[OOC Page] to StoryBuilder Virage: "BUT, now that Ennah is back.. there are a lot of E's."
[OOC Page] from StoryBuilder Virage: "XD! *nerds out with you over letters*"

[Qdee]

Oh yeah, Q is cool.

>_>

[Howe]

Nexian wonders to you, "Might I ask why ye need to find a key?"
You move from the white marble arch to Nexian.
You step to Nexian.
You show your scroll to Nexian.
Nexian reads your scroll.
Dalla averts her gaze courteously.
Nexian nods, "Ah."
You admit, "No secret."
You inquire of the Outer Bailey courtyard, "Do either of you know why it is locked?"
Dalla becomes curious with you, "Is everything alr ---"
Dalla blinks instead at you, "It is unlocked?"
You ask Dalla, "What is unlocked?"
Nexian shakes his head lightly at you, "Nay. It was left open for some time after the last court but 'twas locked several moons ago."
Dalla probably mishears you, "The throne room."
You ask Dalla, "It is unlocked now? I thought it was locked."
Nexian glances between you and Dalla.
Dalla confuses herself unintentionally with your words, "I thought it was locked too, but did you not just say otherwise? Is it locked again?"
You blink at Dalla perplexedly.
You venture unsurely, "Yes?"
Dalla notices your expression, "I would hope it was locked still, I have heard naught on it being unlocked until it was locked."
Dalla hears you anew.
Dalla relievedly releases her breath, "Oh good."
Nexian furrows his forehead uncertainly.
You peek at Nexian confusedly.
Dalla smiles now at Nexian and you, "Sorry. I was a little confused there."
Nexian guessingly says to you and Dalla, "The hair weaver went in there last eve, but we made sure he locked it again?"
You furrow your eyebrows, "Tristana was in the Throne Room?"
You inquire, "Why does she have keys?"
Nexian tells you differently, "Nay, a new tale from the book, I think. He's a rude little ass that claims he can rid us of the hair before it kills us. He snapped his fingers and the door opened, and snapped them again to lock the doors."
Dalla peculiarly cocks her head.
You nod slowly.
You realize, "The dwarf!"
Dalla asks Nexian dubiously, "But why would Trist have keys?"
You circularly form your lips, "Oooh."
You overhear Dalla.
Nexian nods to you, "Aye."
You inquire of Dalla, "She does have keys?"
Nexian answers Dalla unsurely, "To open doors?"
Nexian eyes you and Dalla speculatively.
You lift your large hands, "So she does have the keys to the throne room, or was it just the dwarf who had keys?"
Dalla switches her attention between you and Nexian back-and-forth.
Dalla knits her smooth forehead ever-so-slowly, "I see no reason for Trist to have keys, nor reason for her to have them."
Nexian clarifies guessingly, "The dwarf only had his fingers, nay keys... I've nay idea if Tristana has a key to the throne room."
Dalla presumes hopefully, "So she does not have them?"
You agree with Dalla, "Indeed."
You pause, "I do not know."
You lift your large right hand.
You shake your head irritatedly, "Yes does she have keys, or yes does she not have keys?"
You await the Outer Bailey courtyard.
Nexian answers you, "Of course she has keys. I've seen her unlock the library and the stylists' room."
You tell Nexian, "To the throne room."
You snap your fingers recollectively.
Nexian defers then.
You tap your right fist to your left palm, "I know who has keys to the throne room."
Dalla sorts her head out, "As far as I know Tristana does not have keys, and I do not know this dwarf, but he does sound bratty and maybe he did open it."
You inform Nexian and Dalla, "Lady Avaria."
Nexian wonders to you confoundedly, "Why would she have one?"
Dalla stares at the falling snowflakes and a snowflake pendant momentarily.
You ask Nexian, "Tristna or Lady Avaria?"
Nexian quirks his straight eyebrow slightly, "Lady Avaria. I thought ye said Tristana did nay have one?"
Dalla gathers herself together, "I would like to believe Lady Avaria would have keys, not Tristana."
You blink subtly, "No I asked you if Tristana had one, I do not think she does, but Lady Avaria does because she has keys to the room..."
You point rightward, "Adjacent to the library and throne room."
You realize, "The Library."
You consider, "That may be where Tristana got her Throne Room keys."
Nexian lostly clarifies with you, "Then they both have one?"

You decide, "I need coffee."

You bow to the Outer Bailey courtyard deeply.
You sigh.
Dalla stares now at you, "She does have keys? How silly."
You move from Nexian to the staircases along the eastern wall.
You walk to the staircases along the eastern wall.
You pause.
You ask Dalla and Nexian, "Does she?"
Nexian bows to you guessingly.
You confirm, "Tristana has keys to the Throne room then."
Dalla sees you and the staircases along the eastern wall.
Nexian replies to you, "For the Library?"
Dalla agrees then with you.
You tell Nexian obviously, "Of course she has ones for the library."
Dalla tisks at Nexian, "Silly, of course she would, she is Head Librarian."
Nexian blinks slowly at you, "...ye said the Librariy gives keys to the throne room also?"
You ask Nexian, "They do?"
You nod, "I would assume so, because Lady Avaria's library keys open the room between the throne room and the library."
You add, "Which opens to the Throne Room."
Nexian nods apparently to you, "I assume so, for ye are nay a liar."
You exasperatedly explain, "I have no idea what keys Tristana has."
You amend your words, "Except for the Library."
Dalla parts her full lips slightly, "---"
Dalla decidedly closes her heart-shaped mouth.
Nexian remains confused with the Outer Bailey courtyard, "But the Library keys open the throne room?"
You hear Nexian's voice, "They do?"
Dalla peers at Nexian.
You ask then, "Who designed these locks?!"
Dalla needfully comments to Nexian, "They should not though."
Dalla sounds surprised.
You beckon the Outer Bailey courtyard.
You say, "I will show you."

TRAVEL SPAM!!!!!!


Dalla oddly mulls, "Librarians would not need keys to the throne room. I do not believe there are any books in there, so there would be no need. Unless it has changed."
Dalla eventually halts her feet.
Dalla observes you and the heavy western door.
You mention to the library, "This is the door that leads to the throne room through the sitting room."
You tap the heavy western door with your knuckle.
Nexian wonders to Dalla and your words, "Why would a Hair stylist need a room to it?"
Dalla understands you better, "Oooh."
You knowingly relate, "Lady Avaria has a key to this door."
You ask Nexian and Dalla, "Does Tristana?"
Dalla reminds Nexian needlessly, "We have a room, it does not connect to here though."
Dalla confesses to you afterwards, "I have absolutely -no- idea."
Nexian blinks at Dalla lostly.
Nexian frustratedly waves his strong hands, "I do nay know!"
You exclaim, "Nor do I."
Nexian glances at Dalla now, "Wait, we have a room?"
Dalla senses the library frustratedly.
Dalla decides randomly, "Trist does not have keys to the thro---"
Dalla reacts uncertainly to Nexian, "We do? Since when?"
You peek at Nexian and Dalla.
You ask Nexian and Dalla slowly, "It is not this room though right?"
You mean the heavy western door.
Nexian loses his head anew, "Which room?"
Dalla angles her dusky deep green eyes anew to the heavy western door.
You palm the heavy western door.
Dalla checks out the heavy western door, "My door does not look like that."
You slide your palms over the heavy western door circularly.
You draw your sonorous voice slowly, "This room."
Dalla opines too, "Neither does the stylists."
Dalla informs Nexian, "And neither do you."
Nexian shrugs, "I've never been in there."
Nexian glances aside at Dalla.
You smooth your verdulet doeskin overvest.
Dalla means the heavy western door, "Your door does not look like that."


> You decide differently, "I need brandy."
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[Rosianne]

Shape (currently none, 165 choices):
None, irregular, squarish, uneven, wonky, eccentric, oblong, square, rectangular, triangular, pentagon, hexagon, septagon, octagon, penannular, pyramid, cubic, shield, wave, eye, coin, clover, semicircular, circular, cylinder, rod, hoop, loop, spiral, spherical, oval, bug, strawberry, cherry, flower, lily, rose, rosebud, beet, bow, sun, sheep, lamb, crescent, heart, teardrop, pear, diamond, star, almond, peach, trefoil, convex, concave, shell, fish, feather, bird, sword, axe, hammer, arrow, bunny, rabbit, hare, cloud, quatrefoil, conical, conchatel, leaf, mask, wreath, laurel, pig, goat, cake, dove, duck, ermine, weasel, ferret, badger, bell, fist, skull, triskele, knotwork, bumblebee, vine, bird, songbird, owl, eagle, hawk, falcon, raven, crow, swan, hen, chicken, rooster, peacock, dolphin, snake, serpent, lizard, dog, wolf, fox, cat, rat, bat, thistle, hedgehog, harp, lute, lyre, violin, horn, pentagram, anvil, symmetrical, asymmetrical, spider, spiderweb, claw, lion, tiger, bear, ohmy, lioness, horse, stag, doe, cow, bull, scale, gavel, caterpillar, butterfly, toad, frog, monkey, walrus, clef, quill, tankard, teacup, pawprint, thunderbolt, scythe, flame, dragonfly, tree, icicle, wing, hourglass, clock, ship, cinquefoil, cherub, cameronstar, caduceus, ouroboros, mermaid.

Well, I found it funny.

[AleysiaForsyth]

Oh crap I never noticed that. I even have a palm stone with an "ohmy" on it. <_<

[Majikat]

Older logs <3

Dame Eeva authoritatively demands a gray cat, "Where were you on the night of the 16th, 7th moon, 10th YRA!? Do not slink away when I am talking to you."

A gray cat slinks out through the narrow corridor leading west.

You inform Dame Eeva straightfacedly, "No respect for authority."

Dame Eeva agrees with you, "I know, right?"

[Ennah]

Bailiff Dryden slumps his shoulders defeatedly, "Well. I have something neither of you have!"

Bailiff Dryden hears his words rudely, "... no!"

Trenna pauses.

Bailiff Dryden points to his beard showily, "Facial hair!"

[Avaria]

*points upwardly at Howe/Neixan/Dalla door access madness*

While that is all true, as far as it goes, no I don't have keys to the Throne Room. :P

[Regan]

Ennah muses wonderingly, "I always thought that's what justice was... a form of organized revenge."

[Regan]

Bedovere considers Ennah, "I had heard that if one wishes to inquire about an instrument, you were the one to see?"
Ennah frowns at Bedovere puzzledly, "Where did you hear that?"
You jostle your arched eyebrow to your curly crimson hair amusedly, "Waves."
Ennah laughs good-humouredly at you.
Ennah eventually answers Bedovere, "Yes, I'm the one to talk to."
Bedovere considers, "iOn the Forums."
Bedovere means, "boards."
OOC -- You say, "hahaha"
OOC -- Bedovere says, "ick, been a while since I played...>.>"
Ennah considers, "I did send out that e-mail to everyone..."

[Avaria]

You say to Dame Umichan, "At least you don't stuff one down your front, like Elsie did."
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Dryden snickers at your words then, "Whaaat?"
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A small hound howls lively.
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You gesture towards your chest, "She had a bodice sheath."
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A small hound bounces brightly.
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A small hound leaps into the air joyfully.
>
Dame Umichan says, "Ah well, my hands can still count as a weapon. Kylie may have been gruff and unsociable, but she knew her stuff when it came to hand-to-hand- combat."
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You wrinkle your chiseled nose, "Just sounds terribly uncomfortable to me."
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A small hound almost howls, but stops as he seemingly recalls something.
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Dame Umichan tells you dryly, "It's not like I could successfully hide one in my bodice. I'm lacking in the chest area, unless I'm wearing a corset real tight."
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Dryden imagines his chest dangerously.
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You shrug to Dame Umichan, "Or had a very structured one that gave a lot of room there."
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Dryden muses aloud, "I'd be all kinds of mysterious..."
>
You glance slowly towards Dryden.

You suddenly laugh.

[AleysiaForsyth]

Corin checks an upper library room briefly, "I don't suppose either of you knowz what's happened to the Library's chess board?"
OOC -- Heulyn says, "knowz?"
OOC -- You say, "knowz? <_<"
OOC -- Radulescu says, ">_> Knowz!"
OOC -- Heulyn says, "Homeboyz?"
OOC -- You say, "Corin in the hizzouse!"
OOC -- Corin says, "Jesus, this is what happens when I let them make me play WoW >.<!"

[Qdee]

Originally Posted by AleysiaForsyth

Corin checks an upper library room briefly, "I don't suppose either of you knowz what's happened to the Library's chess board?"
OOC -- Heulyn says, "knowz?"
OOC -- You say, "knowz? <_<"
OOC -- Radulescu says, ">_> Knowz!"
OOC -- Heulyn says, "Homeboyz?"
OOC -- You say, "Corin in the hizzouse!"
OOC -- Corin says, "Jesus, this is what happens when I let them make me play WoW >.<!"

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

[Virendra]

Originally Posted by Qdee

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Neither. You gotta page him and make fun.

[Ennah]

Sheriff Dryden bows to the Outer Bailey courtyard acknowledgingly, "Folks."

You salute Sheriff Dryden followingly.

You click your heels together.

Sheriff Dryden spots your heels noisily, "... you are friends with ser Lyam, aren't you?"