Venetian akdjns
🧩 Syntax:
Falchorn is standing here.
where
Hot Spots:
2 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
Pairs:
[15N-30E] A pale gingerish curvy woman is inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory.
You have normal availability.
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Social Corey Sarge Hughes |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Powerful Otrera - War, what is it good for? Me... |
| Bella [AFK] Arya "Immortal fear, that voice so clear" |
| Prominent Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 31 Characters visible: 22
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive.
You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with sweet leading forward.
A human scent mixed with sweet leading forward.
[ [north] northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
Falchorn is standing here.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
emote waits first to see whether or not @falc might come along, however. Perhaps she has basic
decency about enclosed spaces.
Twist waits first to see whether or not Falchorn might come along, however. Perhaps she has
basic decency about enclosed spaces.
Falchorn looks over the cabin, not approaching too close, so as not to encroach, unless of
course it seems Twist has a key (or a lockpick).
You shiver.
open n
You open the northern door.
n
close south
Falchorn is wandering in from behind you.
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
You close the southern door.
l wes
This is a green eyed man with freckles in his early thirties facing you.
You would judge him to be a 5.5 out of 10.
He is 5'10" and has skin on the fairer side, dotted with freckles in places, blond hair, and green
eyes.
He is known for working at Collateral Damage - Gun and Pawn as a Gunsmith. You can see his face,
neck, forearms, and hands.
Naturally straight and mid-length, this man's hair is easily styled into most any popular looks.
Smooth, soft skin covers the expanse between his hairline and blond eyebrows, each little hair
carefully brushed in place. Bright green and inquisitive, his almond shaped eyes flit about the
world with an expressiveness at odds with his age. Clean shaven most days, his boyish jawline seems
to be kept moisturized and soft, rounding out his face a little.
Pale skin, unmarred by freckles or dryness makes up his forearms, a single vein showing brightly on
his left wrist. Short clipped nails tip thin fingers of this man's hands.
A hint of woodlands and sweet sweat seem to come off this man when smelled close up.
Wesley is using:
(E) a nearly ancient Droid 3 phone
(D) a pair of soft black leather boots
(D) a pair of dark, raw denim jeans
(D) a brown quilted flannel button-up
(D) a black celtic knot necklace made of bone
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look fal
This is a weathered but well-built old man in his early sixties facing away from you.
You would judge him to be a 1.0 out of 10 and he is very dirty.
He is 6'1" and has weathered skin, covered hair, and gray eyes.
You can see his face
This man may be old, but it is evident upon seeing him that he keeps himself in incredible shape,
with broad shoulders and thickly muscled limbs. He has the posture of a military man, though
through age this bearing is under strain. A pair of thick bushy white brows hang over gray eyes. He
has a large squat nose with a bump in the bridge, and his weathered face is often pulled into an
expression of stern concentration. His lips are often chapped, hiding a mouth full of surprisingly
intact teeth, though they're yellowed and crooked. He's got a face full of facial hair, as white as
the long hair that flows past his shoulders.
His scent is otherworldly. He does not smell like Earth, that's for certain, but this scent is
especially offensive to werewolves. There's something unnatural about him, some kind of strange
terrible power that makes it uncomfortable to be around him.
Falchorn is using:
(E) a rugged Nokia XR20 mobile phone
(E) a heavily stained but sturdy and well loved overcoat
a long-sleeved exotic linen shirt dyed a dark green
(E) a wide-brimmed hat with a squat crown and intricate band
a pair of warm and worn-out brown trousers with distressed knees
(E) a pair of worn brown riding boots complete with gleaming spurs
(E) oiled black leather shooting gloves
a somewhat raggedy dark red scarf with frayed edges
(E) a flintlock musket with a gold-embellished stock
Wesley is just as calm as can be eating a burger and fries on the couch.
Wesley says (to Falchorn), in a less hoarse voice, 'Hey Falchorn.'
emote "Ah, hello, darling!" @me greets @wes in her Londoner's tone, bringing in her charity case
for the afternoon -- @falc. "You-- Oh, you already know each other?"
"Ah, hello, darling!" Twist greets Wesley in her Londoner's tone, bringing in her charity case
for the afternoon -- Falchorn. "You-- Oh, you already know each other?"
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley gives a nod to Twist, "Yeah, visited his campfire the other day." He holds out some fries
to the other man, "Fry?"
help order
Title: Order
The order command utilizes society NPCs for the purposes of research. Society members with higher
rank will be able to give additional types of commands, and will also get their results more
quickly.
The character being researched does not need to be targeted by coded name. Remembered names or short
descriptions will work as well, regardless if it is a mask, although inexact keywords may return an
unintended target.
If the target changes their appearance by shifting or masking, the command will return, "Cannot be
found." Characters who are not online or not targetable will return a blank line.
Syntax: order file <target>
Min. Standing: 2
Cost: 0 influence
This returns basic information about members within your society, as well as whatever they have
written in their file themselves. Leaders can see classified information and file notes.
Syntax: order investigate <target>
Min. Standing: 2
Cost: 500 influence
An investigation returns the target's basic information, such as their full name, date of birth,
address and phone number. The report also may include any society and subfaction associations, owned
properties, and license plate numbers.
Once the results of an investigation has been returned to you, it is not saved on the server. You
must manually save it yourself.
Syntax: order research <scheme number/target>
Min. Standing: 1 for schemes, 3 for characters
Cost: 500 influence
If used on a scheme, this will return details about what type it is.
If used on a character, this will return what is in their public history, their sexual reputation,
their connections, and even a little about their habits.
Once the results of a background check has been returned to you, it is not saved on the server. You
must manually save it yourself.
RP Note: If you are using the research command to find a character's history for a report, note that
your report should be rephrased and not just copy/pasted.
Syntax: order tail <target>
Syntax: scout <target>
Min. Standing: 4
Cost: 500 influence
A hired tail will inconspicuously follow your target, reporting their location so long as it is in a
public area. Tails will stay on your target for quite some time. In order to find out where your
target last was seen, use the scout command.
Syntax: order scout
Min. Standing: 4
Cost: 500 influence
Returns a list of most characters online who are vulnerable to you, with their last known public
location.
Syntax: order trace <number>
Min. Standing: 5
Cost: 500 influence
This will return a GPS location for the phone number in question in a manner the same as the trace
gps, or phone gps command. This only works for phones that are turned on and not in a stash.
Syntax: order assault <1-5> <target>
Min. Standing: Commanding Trust
Cost: 500 influence, 1 to 5 soldiers or reinforcements.
This will send between 1 - 5 NPC soldiers to attack a target when they are next out of public and
safe areas. If the soldiers defeat the target they will knock them unconscious, allowing PCs from
your society to collect them. It draws manpower from the reinforcement pool first, then the soldier
pool.
Syntax: order bodyguard <1-5> <target>
Min. Standing: Commanding Trust
Cost: 500 influence, 1 to 5 soldiers or reinforcements.
This will send between 1 - 5 NPC soldiers to guard a target for up to a week. The next time the
target is attacked by a PC or NPC soldier, who is not of the same society of the guards, and is not
in a combat operation or sparring room, the guards will appear to defend. Once they appear they are
consumed and will not appear until ordered again. If someone is being bodyguarded is visible in
their look info. It draws manpower from the reinforcement pool first, then the soldier pool.
Syntax: order mercenaryguards <1-5> <target>
This will hire mercenary bodyguards from the Freeborn for $1000 each.
See Also: Blood Potency, Hire, History, Character Notes
============================================================
More than one help matching that description was found.
2: Order Subfactions
3: Order Swordbearers
4: Order Shieldbearers
5: Order Librarians
6: New World Order
7: Order Contacts
7 keywords matching your query were found.
Use syntax: help (pos #).order to select any help files from this list.
Falchorn says (to Wesley), with a worn-down and exotic accent, 'Wesley. Hello.'
order investigate morvan
You don't have enough standing to do that.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
society info
Name: The Children of Eternal Sunshine
Operational Resources: $90540 Awards: 0
Manpower: 0(0) Operation Fatigue: 0
Leader: Candi
Rank: Joyful Secrecy: 78
Standing: 1
Progress: 36 Percent
Society Influence: 10000
Trusts: Base Access, Communications, News, Research.
There are 3 upcoming operations.
Next operation: At 20 hundred hours in 0 days Village Navorost.
Room Function: None.
think ... Damn it, not enough standing.
You think; "... Damn it, not enough standing."
order file twist
You're not a high enough rank to do that.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
society roster
[ Joyful][01] Twist
[ Tranquil][01] Wesley
[ Radiant][02] Candi
[ Serene][01] Brad
[ Tranquil][01] Crystal
Falchorn looks down at Wesley's french fries, and seems to be willing to accept offered food,
something about hospitality and whatnot, probably. He takes a few fries and shoves them into his
mouth, chewing. If they're hot, he nods his head approvingly. If they're cold, he nods his head
more stiffly and politely.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
emote frowns at her phone, something on there not quite working to her desire. "Uh.. Wes, would you
happen to know how to contact this Morvan?" she hazards of @wes with a scrunch of her face.
Twist frowns at her phone, something on there not quite working to her desire. "Uh.. Wes, would
you happen to know how to contact this Morvan?" she hazards of Wesley with a scrunch of her face.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
where
Hot Spots:
2 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
Pairs:
[14N-30E] A pale gingerish curvy woman is inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory.
You have normal availability.
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Social Corey Sarge Hughes |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Powerful Otrera - War, what is it good for? Me... |
| Bella [AFK] Arya "Immortal fear, that voice so clear" |
| Prominent Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 25
look w
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
Wesley definitely gave good, crispy, hot fries to Falchorn, he's not -that- big of a piece of
shit. Twist earns a shake of the head, "No, I've no way of contacting him. I've only ever seen
him... three times? Twice out this way, once at the Lodge, but he was talking to Cat at the time."
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Social Corey Sarge Hughes |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Bella [AFK] Arya "Immortal fear, that voice so clear" |
| Prominent Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 24
chatroom look
Guest
Guest
Royal
Guest
Hellkitten
Serval
Guest
Guest
BangBang
Insincere
Camiflage
Guest
YoursTrulyNot
Bella Morte
Kitten
Guest
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jl;hhg
Bastard
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SpeedyFeet
brixton
CatNya
DonJuan
text cat Hello, Cat. Do you know Morvan?
Sent.
The door opens.
A tousled redhead with athletic features walks in from from your left.
A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman walks in from from your left.
A tousled redhead with athletic features closes the southern door.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Your Google Pixel 4a vibrates.
l phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
A tousled redhead with athletic features steps inside dragging A noble-featured, thewy
mediterranean woman, she smiles brightly at all gathered then wonders, "Surprise isn't it!?"
A tousled redhead with athletic features lets go of A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Not even slightly." Wesley tells A tousled redhead with athletic features, looking at her and
the other new face, "If you're going to be stupid, I can promise an unending amount of violence
will come down on you. And I'll be laughing the entire way to the afterlife."
text cat We need his number, Falchorn needs to talk to him.
Sent.
look redhead
This is a tousled redhead with athletic features in her mid-twenties with C cup breasts facing
right.
You would judge her to be a 8.2 out of 10.
They seem influential.
She is 5'7" and has creamy white skin, auburn hair, and silver eyes.
She is known for working at 14 Void Drive as an Owner. People nearby seem to be acting cautiously,
as if afraid of her.
She is rumored to be psychically protected.
You can see her face, neck, and hands.
Auburn locks tumble to frame a feminine face. Their hair is cut to shoulder length and
professionally styled into a curly mess. The figure is built slender and athletic with long legs
and slender shoulders. Their head is heart shaped with high-set cheekbones and a button nose. Their
red lips curl into a cupids bow and their brow is carefully pruned into a slender reddish arch.
Everything from their dress to lightly donned make-up points to a fashion conscious personality.
Their hands are soft and their fingernails are painted the same red of their hair while their body
lacks fat and only has enough muscle to be considered athletic but not strong. A fair-sized bust
and curvy hips define this woman as emphasizing on femininity.
The honeyed floralcy of orange flower absolute and the liquorous notes of osmanthus absolute are
ever so faintly lilted with smoky, warm notes of vanilla, amber and benzoin at its base - adding a
sensual touch to the innocently sweet, fruity and sparkling head notes of blackcurrant bud absolute
and bergamot.
A tousled redhead with athletic features is using:
(E) a samsung galaxy s20 plus
(E) a crisp, tailored suit jacket
(E) a buttoned up creamy blouse with collar
a mid-thigh, black pencil skirt
a pair of black nylon stockings
(E) a pair of glossy black mary janes
a gold-plated anemone brooch
(D) a pair of sparkling princess cut diamonds on studs
(S) an anemone flower pendant hanging from a silver chain
remember redhead Arianna
You will now remember A tousled redhead with athletic features as Arianna.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman is asleep.
Arianna is standing here.
Falchorn is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
look noble
This is a noble-featured, thewy Mediterranean woman
A regal and refined posture carries this
elegantly muscled and tall figure. She has a warrior's grace and, surprisingly, is delicate with
whatever she touches. Her frame is built strong with clear feminine lines still drawn about her
with wide hips and a generous swell of bosom. Her eyebrows are dark slashes crowning her gaze. Her
features are noble and show clear Mediterranean heritage. The lines of her face are angular with a
set of sharp cheekbones and a defined jaw. Her nose is equally sharp, narrow, and straight with
just a hint of a downturn at its tip. She has full lips beneath a gently defined filtrum and her
rounded chin eases her already sharp features. She has remarkably pristine, slender fingers with a
rounded off manicure. Even as they are, they hint toward a significant strength.
Falchorn glances confusedly to Arianna and A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman, looking
down at the unconscious woman with a frown. He has no visible weapons, and he looks towards Twist,
as if expecting a fight. "Sword," he tells her, holding his hand out.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Your Google Pixel 4a vibrates.
Arianna looks about at the trio as if she owns this place and commands all present. She clucks
her tongue softly then tells the three, "One of you may wish to get gas, I wouldn't be surprised if
a bonfire is required to deal with this.." she smirks then glances to A noble-featured, thewy
mediterranean woman who is bound and blindfolded. "I thought of taking her for myself, but if you
will eliminate this nightmare and pretend I was never here. I will take that as a win."
whisper to falchorn Sword in car...
You whisper to Falchorn, 'Sword in car...'
Arianna grabs ahold of A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman.
Arianna lets go of A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman.
Wesley looks -incredibly- confused now, looking between Arianna and A noble-featured, thewy
mediterranean woman.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman goes AFK.
emote doesn't seem to have any visible weapons on her either, but she's just murmuring things to
@falc before a similarly puzzled look between @arian and @thewy. "I'm sorry, what? I thought she
was coming to get a kill."
Twist doesn't seem to have any visible weapons on her either, but she's just murmuring things to
Falchorn before a similarly puzzled look between Arianna and A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean
woman. "I'm sorry, what? I thought she was coming to get a kill."
Falchorn frowns at Twist, and then does something very strange for a wildling, not that he still
knows what is going on. He can't load the musket in time in case a fight starts, but...
Falchorn gets an exquisite revolver from gun belt.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Falchorn gets an exquisite revolver from his stained overcoat pocket.
The revolver is drawn and the hammer is pulled back, but Falchorn does no aiming.
"I... have so many goddamn questions." Wesley admits, looking from the new arrivals, and
Falchorn's revolver.... which gets a look of -extreme- interest.
Falchorn removes a Nokia XR20 and slips it into his stained overcoat pocket.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
l me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You can see her face, neck, and
hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(snowy) (E) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
Arianna decides to explain this unexpected gift as she says, "I don't like having a nightmare
monster walking around town not under my control." she smirks then goes on to say, "And so if you
are willing to man up and eliminate her, here and now. I can walk away feeling comfortable there
isn't a monster looming over my shoulder." she hesitates then says, "I would not be surprised if
Isaiah and the rest of his crew come to her rescue so you may wish to decide quickly."
"I am no speak English," Falchorn informs Arianna, not bothering trying to puzzle out all the
words he doesn't know in this tense situation.
Wesley says (to Arianna), in a less hoarse voice, 'Who are you?'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Arianna ooc: mentions that the player likely intends to bail out of the scene and wouldn't
expect much from A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman
Wesley pushes himself up from the ground, pulling out a pair of pistols that look heavily
modified.
Wesley gets a pair of modified pistols from a pocket.
"Arianna Onasis." Arianna replies simply, head held high with pride. She glances again to A
noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman then suggest plainly, "Kill her, or let her kill you.
Someone is going to end up dead at the end of this."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
emote "Oh, is she theirs? Hm. But in that case, would this not be considered a breach of the
Venetian code?" @me has to point out to @arian, as if finding loopholes in the loopholes. "Or are
Living Nightmares not safe under that?"
"Oh, is she theirs? Hm. But in that case, would this not be considered a breach of the Venetian
code?" Twist has to point out to Arianna, as if finding loopholes in the loopholes. "Or are Living
Nightmares not safe under that?"
"So be it. Sounds like I've got the approval of an alliance-mate." Wesley says, leveling his gun
and... pulling the trigger a little too easily.
desire moderate not have to give the Temple more reason to lobotomize her
You feel a moderate desire to not have to give the Temple more reason to lobotomize her.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'I know how to type in my characters history, but once I have it typed up and
entered, how can I see what I have typed?'
"Living nightmares are enemies of Venice. It's The Cheeky Bastards who are in the wrong here."
Arianna tells Twist
[Guide] Ost: 'do history again'
Wesley executes A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman.
look
[Guide] Ost: 'and abort it with an @ instantly'
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
[AFK] A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman is asleep.
Arianna is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
Arianna says, in a calm, British accent, "Get gas, burn her."
look woman
This is a noble-featured, thewy Mediterranean woman
A regal and refined posture carries this
elegantly muscled and tall figure. She has a warrior's grace and, surprisingly, is delicate with
whatever she touches. Her frame is built strong with clear feminine lines still drawn about her
with wide hips and a generous swell of bosom. Her eyebrows are dark slashes crowning her gaze. Her
features are noble and show clear Mediterranean heritage. The lines of her face are angular with a
set of sharp cheekbones and a defined jaw. Her nose is equally sharp, narrow, and straight with
just a hint of a downturn at its tip. She has full lips beneath a gently defined filtrum and her
rounded chin eases her already sharp features. She has remarkably pristine, slender fingers with a
rounded off manicure. Even as they are, they hint toward a significant strength.
[Guide] Ost: 'it wont delete it'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Newbie] Burnside07: ''Got it! Thank you!'
Arianna says, in a calm, British accent, "As soon as possible. Behead her as well, she is a god
of some kind"
emote licks her lips and asks @arianna then, "How do you burn something like this?" She tells @falc,
"Uh. Wait."
Twist licks her lips and asks Arianna then, "How do you burn something like this?" She tells
Falchorn, "Uh. Wait."
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Falchorn is standing here.
[AFK] A noble-featured, thewy mediterranean woman is asleep.
Arianna is standing here.
Wesley is at a dark sectional couch with cutouts
nofollow
You stop people following you.
Falchorn stops following you.
open s
You open the southern door.
s
When Wesley pulls the trigger, Falchorn recoils from him, and then backs up against the wall
with a frown.
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
A human scent mixed with orange leading backward.
A human scent mixed with orange leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[Guide] Ademus: 'Also, if when in the writing buffer you can use .s to show what's written. 'help
note' gets a bunch of it'
close north
You close the northern door.
sw
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is The Forest. You
estimate you're about 620 feet from the edge of town. 24 Devilwood Drive is behind and to the right
of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading backwardright.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town. 24 Devilwood Drive is behind and to the left
of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 570 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with orange leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[17E] A figure facing right.
[17E] A figure facing right.
[17E] A figure facing right.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 550 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with flower leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[16E] A figure facing right.
[16E] A figure facing right.
[16E] A figure facing right.
[2N-3E] A figure looking down.
[2N-2E] A cheerful receptionist
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 520 feet from the edge of town. Art in Motion Dance Studio is in front and to
the left of you. 17 Devilwood Drive is in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[15E] A figure facing right.
[15E] A figure facing right.
[15E] A figure facing right.
[2N-2E] A lithe woman wearing the wares
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 500 feet from the edge of town. Art in Motion Dance Studio is to the left of
you. 17 Devilwood Drive is to the right of you.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with play leading forward.
A human scent mixed with play leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[14E] A figure facing right.
[14E] A figure facing right.
[14E] A figure facing right.
[2N-1E] A lithe woman wearing the wares
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 470 feet from the edge of town. Art in Motion Dance Studio is behind and to
the left of you. 17 Devilwood Drive is behind and to the right of you. Far off in the distance in
front and to the right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[13E] A figure facing right.
[13E] A figure facing right.
[13E] A figure facing right.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 450 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
[ northwest up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[12E] A figure facing right.
[12E] A figure facing right.
[12E] A figure facing right.
$
e
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 420 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ north up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[11E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[11E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[11E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 400 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
[ northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[10E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[10E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[10E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 370 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[9E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[9E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[9E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 350 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest southeast east ]
[8E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[8E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[8E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 320 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with dark, leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[7E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[7E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[7E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 300 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[6E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[6E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[6E] Isaiah is standing here.
credit walk nimbly walks
Your new walk is: nimbly walks
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 270 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[5E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[5E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[5E] Isaiah is standing here.
[2N-3E] A figure looking down.
[2N-2E] welcoming wait-staff in warm acorn-brown aprons
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 250 feet from the edge of town. Hearth and Hand Pantry is in front and to the
left of you. Far off in the distance in front and to the right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[4E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[4E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[4E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 220 feet from the edge of town. Hearth and Hand Pantry is to the left of you.
DevilForge Blades is in front and to the right of you. Far off in the distance in front and to the
right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[3E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[3E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[3E] Isaiah is standing here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 200 feet from the edge of town. DevilForge Blades is to the right of you.
Hearth and Hand Pantry is behind and to the left of you. Far off in the distance in front and to
the right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with rich leading forward.
A human scent mixed with rich leading forward.
[ northwest north up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[2E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[2E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[2E] Isaiah is standing here.
[2S-1E] A mannequin dressed in full BlackKnight armor
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 170 feet from the edge of town. Bottle Bitch Liquors & Bar - Opening Soon! is
in front and to the left of you. DevilForge Blades is behind and to the right of you. Far off in
the distance in front and to the right of you you see the clock tower.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with unfurl leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ northwest up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[1E] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[1E] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[1E] Isaiah is standing here.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Thank you!'
drive 8
Your vehicle isn't here.
e
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 150 feet from the edge of town. Bottle Bitch Liquors & Bar - Opening Soon! is
to the left of you. Far off in the distance in front and to the right of you you see the clock
tower.
You smell:
A male human scent leading left.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading left.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading left.
Vehicles: a run-down FedEx van, a blacked-out 1965 Buick Riviera
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[AFK] Roxie is standing here.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
Isaiah is standing here.
drive 8
You get into your a run-down FedEx van and head towards Prospect Street and Cromwell Avenue.
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from empty chip packets to a displaced shopping cart choked by hardier tufts of
coastal grasses.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Undertow Row. You estimate
you're about 100 feet from the edge of town. Far off in the distance in front and to the left of
you you see the clock tower.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
text wesley Isaiah is at 4 Devilwood Drive right now.
Sent.
look
You drive along the street.
l
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from crumpled beer cans to a dented toaster choked by hardier tufts of coastal
grasses.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Undertow Row. You estimate you're
about 100 feet from the edge of town.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[10N-2W] A figure facing you.
[10N-2W] A figure facing you.
[10N-2W] A figure facing you.
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from plastic bags to a displaced shopping cart choked by hardier tufts of coastal
grasses.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Undertow Row. You estimate you're
about 100 feet from the edge of town.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[9N-2W] A figure facing you.
[9N-2W] A figure facing you.
[9N-2W] A figure facing you.
park
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from empty chip packets to a disemboweled washing machine choked by hardier tufts
of coastal grasses.
A sign has been planted in the ground here declaring the land west of here UNDER DEVELOPMENT.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Undertow Row. You estimate you're
about 100 feet from the edge of town. 41 Undertow Row is to the left of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with man, leading left.
A human scent mixed with offbrand leading left.
A human scent mixed with offbrand leading left.
Vehicles: 1980 Chevrolet LUV pickup truck, an upset mix of Harley and Honda Shadow parts, a run-down
FedEx van
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west south southeast east ]
[7N-2W] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[7N-2W] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[7N-2W] Isaiah is standing here.
drive 12
You get into your a run-down FedEx van and head towards Badwater Quay and Devilwood Drive.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from used condoms to a refrigerator door choked by hardier tufts of coastal
grasses.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Undertow Row. You estimate you're
about 100 feet from the edge of town.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[3N-2W] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[3N-2W] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[3N-2W] Isaiah is standing here.
$
You drive along the street.
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Undertow Row
It's a dirt road.
This narrow ribbon of dirt insists upon claiming space for itself, shoving into competition
against the trees for a view of the nearby bay. The western front of the battle with Haven forest
is wilder, thicker, and not so accepting of intrusion. Wind-strewn sand from the beach settlees
into temporary homes amongst the gravel before continuing its aimless journey, hitching rides on
rumbling tyres or roaming feet. This may also be how all this litter and refuse ended up scattered
about, everything from chocolate bar wrappers to a mouldy old boot choked by hardier tufts of
coastal grasses.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate you're
about 100 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with unfurl leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with unfurl leading forwardleft.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1N-2W] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
[1N-2W] [AFK] Roxie is standing here.
[1N-2W] Isaiah is standing here.
where
You drive along the street.
Hot Spots:
3 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
Loners:
a raven-tressed, very curvy woman in her thirties is watching the neighbors at a Perfect Street in
an Idyllic Neighbohood (Stepford).
You have normal availability.
l phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
get sword stash
There's no stash here.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside the Dive
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can
hear the sound of waves in front of you. The Strip is to the left of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside Badwater Park
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Badwater Quay and Devilwood
Drive. You can hear the sound of waves in front of you. In the distance in front and to the right
of you you see the face of the clock tower, reading 11:55.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[2S-4E] A figure looking down.
You drive along the street.
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside Badwater Park
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
A simple bus stop sign is posted here with a large number '12' on it.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can
hear the sound of waves in front of you. In the distance in front and to the right of you you see
the face of the clock tower, reading 11:55.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(D) a missing person poster titled: "Peter Swann" is taped to a post.
[2S-3E] Angie, a toothless granny selling her clams
You step out of the car.
drive hunting
You get into your a run-down FedEx van and head towards Main Street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside Badwater Park
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can
hear the sound of waves in front of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
where
Hot Spots:
3 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
Loners:
a raven-tressed, very curvy woman in her thirties is watching the neighbors at a Perfect Street in
an Idyllic Neighbohood (Stepford).
You have normal availability.
score
,______________________________________________________________________________,
| Credit Hours: 260 Super |
| 2200 [X] |
| Name: Twist Sex: Female Concept Tier: Four |
| Age: 250 ,----------------------, |
| Apparent: 22 Archetype | Ageless Faeborn | |
| Born: March 28th, 1772 Modifier | None | |
| '----------------------' |
| Secrecy: 78 |
| Association: None Territory: Lauriea |
| Society: The Children of Eternal Sunshine Rank: Joyful |
| |
| Cash Banked Influence |
| Currency: $0.01 $897.45 41497 |
| |
| Fatigue: 0 Life Force: 106% (+6) Defenses: 250 / 250 |
| Wounds: You aren't wounded. |
| Subdue [X][X] Sanctuary Experience |
| Unconscious [ ][ ] Helpless Available Spent / Cap |
| Whoinvis [ ][X] Whereinvis ,--------------------------------, |
| Bound [ ][ ] Blindfolded Combat | 4848 | 974200 / 1000000 | |
| Gagged [ ][ ] Mute Roleplay | 18533 | 698000 / 1000000 | |
| ,-------------------------------------, |--------------------------------| |
| | Karma: 24181 Personal: 0 | | Dream: 0 | |
| | Spent: 100000 Banked: 0 | | World: 56338 | |
| '-------------------------------------' '--------------------------------' |
|______________________________________________________________________________|
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Prominent [AFK] Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 34 Characters visible: 22
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Skeevy Prospect Street passing through the Southside
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear
the sound of waves to the left of you. In the distance in front and to the left of you you see the
face of the clock tower, reading 11:55.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with olfactory leading backward.
A female human scent leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
You drive along the street.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
On Main Street beside Hunt & Hook
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Main Street. You can hear the sound
of waves in front of you. Cafe Salerno is to the right of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading left.
A male human scent leading left.
[ north ]
[ west south [southeast] (east) ]
You step out of the car.
w
In front of the Entrance to Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
This building has been painted with forest green trim on an otherwise
wooden frame. Ample windows cover the front of the building, allowing light
to filter in. The door is glass-covered with a bar handle made of brass. A
few fishing rods hang in the window on display, along with a mannequin in
full hunting gear.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You can hear the sound of waves to the right
of you.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ ]
[ (west) east ]
open w
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You open the western door.
In the Center of Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Centralized in the space, this section of the hunting store has generous
turf running along it over a wooden floor. The walls are painted a russet
brown color, with forest green trim. Every wall has been covered with
different displays, for both weapons, gear, and fishing supplies. The
lighting overhead is inset and bright.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading forwardleft.
A male human scent leading forwardleft.
[ north northeast ]
[ southwest south southeast east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1S-1W] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
w
You can't go that way.
list
sw
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $8.99 ] a small black, LED flashlight
[ 2 $12.99 ] a simple headlamp
[ 3 $249.99 ] some scuba gear
Syntax: Buy <Num>
Near the Counter for Personal Defense at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Multiple displays are arranged all behind lock and key to show off
handguns and rifles. The lighting is generous for viewing, allowing for
visibility and study. The walls have been painted with russet paint and
trimmed with forest green. The floors are wooden, smooth underfoot. A few
signs displaying the regulations on gun control are hung around the space.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backwardleft.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
[ north northeast ]
[ east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
list
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $229.00 ] a black Glock 17 handgun
[ 2 $189.95 ] a bolt-action hunting rifle
[ 3 $45.95 ] an orange bottle of pepper spray
[ 4 $129.95 ] a black hand-held taser
Syntax: Buy <Num>
n
At the Shooting Range in Hunt & Hook
This room has a few weapons for loan, already with ammo, so that people
can practice their shooting. Goggles and ear-phones have been hung from
pegs on the wall, and the door slides open easily rather than push or pull.
Comfortable-sized booths have been positioned so that a person can have the
needed elbow room to carry out an effective shot. Able to be used for all
types of guns, the surrounding walls are soundproofed and the glass peering
in is bulletproof.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backward.
[ ]
[ south ]
list
s
Near the Counter for Personal Defense at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Multiple displays are arranged all behind lock and key to show off
handguns and rifles. The lighting is generous for viewing, allowing for
visibility and study. The walls have been painted with russet paint and
trimmed with forest green. The floors are wooden, smooth underfoot. A few
signs displaying the regulations on gun control are hung around the space.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backward.
A male human scent leading left.
A male human scent leading left.
[ north northeast ]
[ east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
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In the Section for Survival Supplies at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Aisles of water and designer protein bars have been put on display
through here. The lighting is generous, from inset bare bulbs above. The
walls have been painted russet brown with forest green trim. The wooden
floors below are smooth and covered with mats bearing rubberized bottoms.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is camping supplies.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading left.
A male human scent leading left.
[ north ]
[ west east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1E] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
n
list
In the Center of Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Centralized in the space, this section of the hunting store has generous
turf running along it over a wooden floor. The walls are painted a russet
brown color, with forest green trim. Every wall has been covered with
different displays, for both weapons, gear, and fishing supplies. The
lighting overhead is inset and bright.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ahead
of you is hunting supplies.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backwardleft.
A male human scent leading right.
A male human scent leading right.
[ north northeast ]
[ southwest south southeast east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1N] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $8.99 ] a small black, LED flashlight
[ 2 $12.99 ] a simple headlamp
[ 3 $249.99 ] some scuba gear
Syntax: Buy <Num>
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
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In the Section for Hunting Supplies at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Various hunting supplies have been shown off in displays. Rifles,
hunting knives, and bows are all arranged on the walls. The walls
themselves are cast in russet paint with green trim. Smooth wooden floors
rest underneath, with a few rubber-bottomed mats settled around.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A male human scent leading right.
[ ]
[ south east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
list
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $62.95 ] a horn-handled bowie knife
[ 2 $180.00 ] a forest green compound hunting bow
Syntax: Buy <Num>
e
In the Section for Sporting Apparel at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Mannequins have been set up in a cluster, dressed with the latest hunting
and survival gear. The surrounding space has wooden floors and russet
colored walls. Green trim follows the walls. The whole area is well-lit,
cast with bright glow.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backwardright.
[ ]
[ west southwest {east} ]
list
sw
In the Center of Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Centralized in the space, this section of the hunting store has generous
turf running along it over a wooden floor. The walls are painted a russet
brown color, with forest green trim. Every wall has been covered with
different displays, for both weapons, gear, and fishing supplies. The
lighting overhead is inset and bright.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ahead
of you is personal defense.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading forward.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading forward.
[ north northeast ]
[ southwest south southeast east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1S] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1S-1W] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
list
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $8.99 ] a small black, LED flashlight
[ 2 $12.99 ] a simple headlamp
[ 3 $249.99 ] some scuba gear
Syntax: Buy <Num>
text wesley Where do you buy gas here??
Sent.
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list
In the Section for Survival Supplies at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Aisles of water and designer protein bars have been put on display
through here. The lighting is generous, from inset bare bulbs above. The
walls have been painted russet brown with forest green trim. The wooden
floors below are smooth and covered with mats bearing rubberized bottoms.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with cigarette leading backward.
A male human scent leading left.
A male human scent leading left.
[ north ]
[ west east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $12.95 ] a simple white bandage
[ 2 $12.99 ] a dull green water bottle
[ 3 $2.99 ] a protein bar in a silver wrapper
Syntax: Buy <Num>
w
Near the Counter for Personal Defense at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Multiple displays are arranged all behind lock and key to show off
handguns and rifles. The lighting is generous for viewing, allowing for
visibility and study. The walls have been painted with russet paint and
trimmed with forest green. The floors are wooden, smooth underfoot. A few
signs displaying the regulations on gun control are hung around the space.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backward.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading right.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading right.
[ north northeast ]
[ east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
list
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $229.00 ] a black Glock 17 handgun
[ 2 $189.95 ] a bolt-action hunting rifle
[ 3 $45.95 ] an orange bottle of pepper spray
[ 4 $129.95 ] a black hand-held taser
Syntax: Buy <Num>
e
e
In the Section for Survival Supplies at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Aisles of water and designer protein bars have been put on display
through here. The lighting is generous, from inset bare bulbs above. The
walls have been painted russet brown with forest green trim. The wooden
floors below are smooth and covered with mats bearing rubberized bottoms.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is camping supplies.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backward.
A human scent mixed with cigarette leading left.
A human scent mixed with cigarette leading left.
[ north ]
[ west east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1E] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
list
In the Section for Camping at Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Tents and arrangements of rope, bungees, and other tools used for camping
are on display here. The floors are smooth wood and the walls are russet
brown with green trim. A generous amount of lighting comes from above, with
bare bulbs. A few mats rest around the space, with rubberized bottoms.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ahead
of you is Main Street.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backwardleft.
[ northwest [up] ]
[ west [east] ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[Num Price ] Item
[ 1 $24.95 ] a small, portable can of gasoline
[ 2 $79.99 ] a composite fishing rod and reel
Syntax: Buy <Num>
buy 1
You buy small, portable can of gasoline for 24.95 .
n
You can't go that way.
nw
In the Center of Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
Centralized in the space, this section of the hunting store has generous
turf running along it over a wooden floor. The walls are painted a russet
brown color, with forest green trim. Every wall has been covered with
different displays, for both weapons, gear, and fishing supplies. The
lighting overhead is inset and bright.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with smoke leading backwardleft.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading forwardright.
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading forwardright.
[ north northeast ]
[ southwest south southeast east ]
A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
[1N] A HH sales assistant is ready to help nearby
e
In front of the Entrance to Hunt & Hook
This area seems well populated.
This building has been painted with forest green trim on an otherwise
wooden frame. Ample windows cover the front of the building, allowing light
to filter in. The door is glass-covered with a bar handle made of brass. A
few fishing rods hang in the window on display, along with a mannequin in
full hunting gear.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Main Street. You can hear
the sound of waves to the left of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with cigarette leading backward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ ]
[ west east ]
text wesley Got it.
Sent.
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On Main Street beside Hunt & Hook
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. You can hear the sound of waves to the left
of you. Cafe Salerno is in front of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backward.
A female human scent leading left.
A female human scent leading left.
Vehicles: a run-down FedEx van
[ north ]
[ west south [southeast] (east) ]
get sword stash
You get a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt from your stash.
look
On Main Street beside Hunt & Hook
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. You can hear the sound of waves to the left
of you. Cafe Salerno is in front of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with feminine, leading backward.
A female human scent leading left.
A female human scent leading left.
Vehicles: a run-down FedEx van
[ north ]
[ west south [southeast] (east) ]
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
drive 24 devilwood drive
You get into your a run-down FedEx van and head towards Devilwood Drive.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Main Street beside [Rooms-To-Go]
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Main Street. You can hear the
sound of waves behind you. In the distance in front of you you see the face of the clock tower,
reading 12:00.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ north [northeast] up ]
[ [west] south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
where
Hot Spots:
3 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
You have normal availability.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Main Street between [Rooms-To-Go] and Town Hall
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Main Street. You can hear the
sound of waves behind you. In the distance in front of you you see the face of the clock tower,
reading 12:00.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backward.
[ north northeast ]
[ [west] south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Main Street between the [Haven|Post Office] and Town Hall
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Main Street, Hart Avenue, and
Hanging Hill. You can hear the sound of waves behind you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading forward.
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading backward.
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading backward.
[ north northeast ]
[ southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Hart Avenue beside the [Haven|Post Office]
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is a grassy field.
You can hear the sound of waves behind and to the right of you.
You smell:
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardleft.
A male human scent leading backwardleft.
[ northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Hart Avenue beside the ^Lodge^
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Hart Avenue. You can hear the
sound of waves behind and to the right of you. Rosie's Diner is to the right of you.
You smell:
A male human scent leading right.
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Hart Avenue in the Historic District
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Hart Avenue. You can hear the
sound of waves behind and to the right of you. Fertile Valley Florists is to the right of you.
Hart's Harvest Market is in front and to the left of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Hart Avenue beside Clay's Gas Station
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Hart Avenue. You can hear the
sound of waves behind and to the right of you. Hart's Harvest Market is behind and to the left of
you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1S-3W] A figure facing away and to the right.
look
You drive along the street.
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Hart Avenue beside Clay's Gas Station
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Hart Avenue. You can hear the
sound of waves behind and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1S-2W] A brightly lit vending machine selling various Necessities
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
At the Intersection of Prospect Street and Cromwell Avenue
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
A simple bus stop sign is posted here with a large number '8' on it.
Someone has gone and drawn a thick, comical mustache under the missing persons poster for dear
Peter Swann in thick black marker. It makes him look a little bit like Wario.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with palette leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south ]
(D) a missing person poster titled: "Peter Swann" is taped to a post.
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street between Westhaven and the Baseball Diamond
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street between Westhaven and the Baseball Diamond
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street between Westhaven and the Baseball Diamond
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street between Westhaven and the Baseball Diamond
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with inspired leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Prospect Street between Westhaven and the Baseball Diamond
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
To the east, a well trodden trail makes its way through the long grass on the northern side of the
Baseball Diamond.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street. You can hear the
sound of waves in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Skeevy Prospect Street passing through the Southside
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Prospect Street, Ocean Avenue, and
Lover's Lane. You can hear the sound of waves to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with olfactory leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Old Franklin Bridge Rising above the Bay
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
The rickety old steel truss bridge runs north and south and affords its
travellers a view of scenic Haven through its rusty black supports. A
walkway runs on one side of the narrow two-lane bridge, five feet wide,
wooden planked and railed with a chest-high railing. To the north, the town
seems crowded and dense, while the south seems more sparse and quaint.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Franklin Bridge. You can hear the
sound of waves to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Old Franklin Bridge Rising above the Bay
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
The rickety old steel truss bridge runs north and south and affords its
travellers a view of scenic Haven through its rusty black supports. A
walkway runs on one side of the narrow two-lane bridge, five feet wide,
wooden planked and railed with a chest-high railing. To the north, the town
seems crowded and dense, while the south seems more sparse and quaint.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Franklin Bridge. You can hear the
sound of waves to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with an leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
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Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Prominent [AFK] Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
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look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Old Franklin Bridge Rising above the Bay
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
The rickety old steel truss bridge runs north and south and affords its
travellers a view of scenic Haven through its rusty black supports. A
walkway runs on one side of the narrow two-lane bridge, five feet wide,
wooden planked and railed with a chest-high railing. To the north, the town
seems crowded and dense, while the south seems more sparse and quaint.
The initials D.R. have been scratched into the chest-high railing here.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Franklin Bridge. You can hear the
sound of waves to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Old Franklin Bridge Rising above the Bay
The street lights are cold and dead.
This area seems well populated.
The rickety old steel truss bridge runs north and south and affords its
travellers a view of scenic Haven through its rusty black supports. A
walkway runs on one side of the narrow two-lane bridge, five feet wide,
wooden planked and railed with a chest-high railing. To the north, the town
seems crowded and dense, while the south seems more sparse and quaint.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance behind you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Franklin Bridge. You can hear the
sound of waves to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with plays leading forward.
A female human scent leading backward.
A female human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
where
You drive along the street.
Hot Spots:
3 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
You have normal availability.
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Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Common Cami - Daemon Stan, Unapologetic |
| Prominent [AFK] Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 35 Characters visible: 23
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside Badwater Park
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can hear
the sound of waves behind you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[5S-3W] A figure facing away and to the left.
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside Badwater Park
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can hear
the sound of waves behind you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1N-3W] A figure looking down.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside the Dive
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can hear
the sound of waves behind you. The Strip is to the right of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1N-1W] A dude named Doug, selling hotdogs at his cart
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside the Dive
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You can hear
the sound of waves behind you. Nate's Nugs is in front and to the right of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest east ]
A run-down FedEx van
[1N-4W] A figure looking down.
You drive along the street.
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive alongside the Old Shipping Yard
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive.
Beelzebubbles Laundromat + Unveiled Costumes is behind and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with absolute leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Seedy Devilwood Drive near the Old Shipping Yard
This area seems well populated.
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Fleet Street and Devilwood
Drive.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north up ]
[ west southwest south east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with liquorous leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 77 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with floralcy leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
A female human scent leading forward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Isaiah, Roxie, and the rest of you outside my home'
You drive along the street.
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 120 feet from the edge of town. Bottle Bitch Liquors & Bar - Opening Soon! is in front
and to the right of you.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with rich leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
A male human scent leading forward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the road, which sprawls
here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can occasionally be glimpsed just off the
path, but focusing too long on these always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least
temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 320 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 370 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 500 feet from the edge of town. Art in Motion Dance Studio is to the right of you. 17
Devilwood Drive is to the left of you.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading backward.
A human scent mixed with dark, leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
look
In a run-down FedEx van
junker van
|4EW 314|
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ ]
[ ]
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is noon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In the
distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You estimate
you're about 550 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A male human scent leading backward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading backward.
A human scent mixed with Sensual leading backward.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
A run-down FedEx van
You drive along the street.
On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is afternoon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 620 feet from the edge of town. 24 Devilwood Drive is to the right of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with orange leading backwardright.
A human scent mixed with orange leading backwardright.
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
You step out of the car.
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'A threat was made on my life. You've harbored a Living
Nightmare.'
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On Devilwood Drive
It's a dirt road.
The glow of the Red Lights District is still just barely visible from the
road, which sprawls here deeper into Haven's West Forest. Strange lights can
occasionally be glimpsed just off the path, but focusing too long on these
always seems to somehow make them disappear, at least temporarily.
It is afternoon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is A small
walkway to a quaint cabin. You estimate you're about 620 feet from the edge of town. 24 Devilwood
Drive is in front and to the left of you.
You smell:
A female human scent leading forward.
A human scent mixed with orange leading forward.
A human scent mixed with orange leading forward.
Vehicles: a run-down FedEx van
[ northwest north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
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At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the right of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is The Forest.
You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with then leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
[ [north] northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
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In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -5F(-20C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading backward.
A human scent mixed with hints leading backward.
A human scent mixed with hints leading backward.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
You close the southern door.
l west
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading left.
A human scent mixed with hints leading left.
A human scent mixed with hints leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
say Did they take her?
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Did they take her?"
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Arianna did."
say Where to?
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Where to?"
look phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Nightmare. "
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading left.
A human scent mixed with hints leading left.
A human scent mixed with hints leading left.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
nightmare
You step into the nightmare.
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna [Nightmare]
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
w
In A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area [Nightmare]
It has expensive decor.
It is a kitchen.
Much like the other areas of this home, sprouting from the ground are trees, having been not cut
down, but instead built around and incorporated into the design of this home, allowing nature to
reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls are both stained woods, dark and
comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by switches near the two doors here
in this living room. Along the northern wall is a window into nature just above a six-burner stove,
with cabinets built of reclaimed wood and bronzed fixtures.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
[ {north} ]
[ [west] east ]
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
w
In The Bedroom 'in Nature' [Nightmare]
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
It is a bedroom. It is a bathroom.
Much like the other areas of this home, sprouting from the ground are trees, having been not cut
down, but instead built around and incorporated into the design of this home, allowing nature to
reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls are both stained woods, dark and
comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by a switch near the door. This room
seems to have been chosen as the bedroom specifically for a gap in the trees large enough to
accommodate a king sized bed, an en-suite bathroom and various odds-and-ends.
Tendrils of foliage have already begun to invade the room, creeping upon the ceiling toward the
bed.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
Places: a secluded bathroom and shower, a king sized bed with deep red sheets and intricate
headboard
[ ]
[ (east) ]
A set of brass elevator doors open to the south, giving a glimpse of a dusty little frontier town
with citizens going about their day - the sounds of gunshots and hoofbeats fill the air, followed by
the clang of pickaxes on rocks.
A vision of a dirt street rutted with wagon tracks and lined with a few one or two story buildings
opens up before you, then shifts into a desert scene with cacti and a set of tracks leading to a
door built in the hillside, indicating the presence of a mine. A rickety sign with "Dry Gulch, Best
Little Mining Town In The West!" appears before you, urging you to step through and perhaps try your
hand at digging a little gold.
nightmare
You leave the nightmare.
In The Bedroom 'in Nature'
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
It is a bedroom. It is a bathroom.
Much like the other areas of this home, sprouting from the ground are trees, having been not cut
down, but instead built around and incorporated into the design of this home, allowing nature to
reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls are both stained woods, dark and
comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by a switch near the door. This room
seems to have been chosen as the bedroom specifically for a gap in the trees large enough to
accommodate a king sized bed, an en-suite bathroom and various odds-and-ends.
Tendrils of foliage have already begun to invade the room, creeping upon the ceiling toward the
bed.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
Places: a secluded bathroom and shower, a king sized bed with deep red sheets and intricate
headboard
[ ]
[ (east) ]
open e
You open the eastern door.
e
In A Cozy Kitchen with Dining Area
It has expensive decor.
It is a kitchen.
Much like the other areas of this home, sprouting from the ground are trees, having been not cut
down, but instead built around and incorporated into the design of this home, allowing nature to
reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls are both stained woods, dark and
comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by switches near the two doors here
in this living room. Along the northern wall is a window into nature just above a six-burner stove,
with cabinets built of reclaimed wood and bronzed fixtures.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees. Ahead of you is Living Room with Flora and Fauna.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading forward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
[ {north} ]
[ west east ]
[1E] Falchorn is standing here.
[1E] Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
e
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
Falchorn says (to Wesley), with a worn-down and exotic accent, 'What is English, frett-ten?'
emote trots right on back into the living room and allows herself to catch a breather. "Well, she
isn't anywhere."
Twist trots right on back into the living room and allows herself to catch a breather. "Well,
she isn't anywhere."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley says (to Falchorn), now actively wobbling on his feet, 'She kill me. Uhh... She... want
me die.'
where
Hot Spots:
3 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
You have normal availability.
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|thoughtless Edward finds that some memories just fade away entirely. |
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Prominent [AFK] Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 23
score
,______________________________________________________________________________,
| Credit Hours: 260 Super |
| 2200 [X] |
| Name: Twist Sex: Female Concept Tier: Four |
| Age: 250 ,----------------------, |
| Apparent: 22 Archetype | Ageless Faeborn | |
| Born: March 28th, 1772 Modifier | None | |
| '----------------------' |
| Secrecy: 78 |
| Association: None Territory: Lauriea |
| Society: The Children of Eternal Sunshine Rank: Joyful |
| |
| Cash Banked Influence |
| Currency: $0.01 $872.50 41497 |
| |
| Fatigue: 0 Life Force: 106% (+6) Defenses: 250 / 250 |
| Wounds: You aren't wounded. |
| Subdue [X][X] Sanctuary Experience |
| Unconscious [ ][ ] Helpless Available Spent / Cap |
| Whoinvis [ ][X] Whereinvis ,--------------------------------, |
| Bound [ ][ ] Blindfolded Combat | 4848 | 974200 / 1000000 | |
| Gagged [ ][ ] Mute Roleplay | 18543 | 698000 / 1000000 | |
| ,-------------------------------------, |--------------------------------| |
| | Karma: 24181 Personal: 0 | | Dream: 0 | |
| | Spent: 100000 Banked: 0 | | World: 56338 | |
| '-------------------------------------' '--------------------------------' |
|______________________________________________________________________________|
look phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
speeddial
1) Rye, 7104290
2) Arthur, 7104425
3) Oscar, 7104617
4) Byron, 7103846
5) Anwar, 7104679
6) Shay, 7103145
7) EDF, 7104383
8) Yawen, 7103564
9) Cat, 7103156
10) Adriana, 7103622
11) Candi, 7101665
12) Bradley, 7104397
13) Crystal, 7103136
14) Lacey, 7104618
15) Wesley, 7104664
16) Bitch, 7102146
17) Claire, 7104316
18) Serikbolat, 7104127
19) Falchorn, 7104509
20) Isabelle, 7104510
21) Shay, 7103145
22) Xan, 7104686
23) Samantha, 7102733
24) Vyrlene, 7104621
25) None. 26) None. 27) None. 28) None. 29) None. 30) None. 31) None. 32) None. 33) None. 34)
None. 35) None. 36) None. 37) None. 38) None. 39) None. 40) None. 41) None. 42) None. 43) None. 44)
None. 45) None. 46) None. 47) None. 48) None. 49) None. 50) None.
speeddial 25 Morvan 7104738
Selection 25 set to call Morvan on 7104738.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west (south) ]
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
society list
Player Societies
The Order
The Hand
The Temple
The House Of Aphrodite
Cheeky Bastards
The Children of Eternal Sunshine
We the Free
LSMC Haven
Liberty's Last Stand
The Path of Dhara
Antagonist Societies
The Blacktooth Gang, The Heralds, the Fourth Legion, The Freeborn, The Hunters,
Use society info (name) for more information.
ooc
The door crashes open.
You hear a loud bang.
OOC channel is now ON.
ooc
OOC channel is now OFF.
ooc
Isaiah carries an aura of confident authority with every step in from from your right.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male walks in from from your right.
Roxie walks in from from your right.
OOC channel is now ON.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
[AFK] Roxie is standing here.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
Isaiah is standing here.
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
l me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You can see her face, neck, and
hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(snowy) (E) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
a small, portable can of gasoline, carried
(E) a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt, sheathed
look thorough
This is a thoroughly uninteresting looking male in his late twenties facing left.
You would judge him to be a 5.0 out of 10.
They seem well-liked.
He is 6'1" and has Pale, brown hair, and green eyes.
He is known for working at Black Rose Book Store as a Bookkeep. You can see his face, and neck.
This man is tall - just above the average height for human males in the Americas - and has a
relatively muscular body that belies a modicum of effort on his part to diet correctly, and be at
the gym. Slightly paler than normal skin goes well with a lack of blemishes, indicative of an easy
life probably spent largely indoors. Neither truly conventionally handsome, nor particularly
unattractive, this is the type of man you pass a thousand times a day and never think twice about.A
pair of light green eyes shine out from a set of perpetually-tired pits, emphasizing just how
brilliant they can be.His hair is light brown, thick, and well styled, kept short and tight against
his head in an excellent display of personal hygeine standards.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is using:
(D) a Lewis Machine Gun
(D) a navyblue silk tie finished with a neat winsor knot
(A) a lightweight stab vest in forest camouflage worn
(D) a fresh, cotton bandage that fits snug on the hand
(D) a charcoal-grey suit jacket, tailored for a slim fit worn
(D) a slender pair of dress trousers, colored sleek grey worn
(D) a pristine dress shirt constructed from clean cotton
(D) a cognac-colored pair of Belvedere 'Newcastle' shoes worn
(D) a beautiful platinum grey 'Tangente Neomatik,' watch
"You owe me for my door, Isaiah." Wesley tells Isaiah as he breaks it down and walks his little
crew in, "Your Nightmare made threats."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Falchorn frowns at the break-in, taking a step back even when he sees familiar faces like Isaiah
and Roxie. "Roxie," he tells her. "You... you are no... You go," he requests of her, not aiming his
pistol.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
The Lewis Gun that A thoroughly uninteresting looking male carries is quiet. Well-oiled. Held at
a low ready, though - A thoroughly uninteresting looking male looks over at Isaiah, briefly,
keeping his silence. The other man speaks. A thoroughly uninteresting looking male looks like the
most basic of triggermen. A thoroughly uninteresting looking male's own eyes move towards Wesley.
Watch him, in particular.
emote tuts at the demolition squad that bursts through the door. "My oh my, what could this be?
Trespassing on an allied party's home? Assault against an allied society?" She glances aside at
@falc who happens to be here with them, but she just smiles at @isai, @roxie, and @thorough.
Roxie is no longer AFK.
Twist tuts at the demolition squad that bursts through the door. "My oh my, what could this be?
Trespassing on an allied party's home? Assault against an allied society?" She glances aside at
Falchorn who happens to be here with them, but she just smiles at Isaiah, Roxie, and A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male.
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
Roxie is standing here.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
Isaiah is standing here.
Wesley stands over the thewy one, pistol pointed at head
Falchorn is standing here.
"An' I'm 'bout ta make threa's," Isaiah informs Wesley as he busts down that dor with a mighty
heave of one leg- a leg that is still in the air as the boundary collapses to the ground in a cloud
of splinters. His eyes befall Falchorn, however, and something makes the Brummie Bastard hesitate.
"... I don't want ta blood you again, Falchorn. Friend," the Demon reminds with his lips drawn
tight. His nose lifts to the air, however and it crinkles. "She took 'er ou'side. We got no
business 'ere," the Demon mutters to his party.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Well. Roxie was definitely in her own thoughts, but she blinks her way back to the present now,
taking in the scene as quickly as she can. "Falchorn!" she greets Falchorn amiably enough, despite
the whole gun situation.
"Falchorn no blood," Falchorn says quietly, sadly.
hold phone
You need to specify a layer.
look me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You can see her face, neck, and
hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(snowy) (E) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
a small, portable can of gasoline, carried
(E) a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt, sheathed
"You'll be paying for my door, Isaiah." Wesley calls out, anger in his voice. Really? That's the
bit he's angry about here?
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Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Your comms say, in a calm, British accent, 'Mission accomplished anyways. One less nightmare in
Haven.'
emote holds up her phone and hits record on the video, crooning over at @isai, @roxie, and @thor
who happens to be here, too.
Twist holds up her phone and hits record on the video, crooning over at Isaiah, Roxie, and A
thoroughly uninteresting looking male who happens to be here, too.
emote holds up her phone and hits record on the video, crooning over at @isai, @roxie, and @thor
who happens to be here, too, "Sure, go ahead and make your threats."
Twist holds up her phone and hits record on the video, crooning over at Isaiah, Roxie, and A
thoroughly uninteresting looking male who happens to be here, too, "Sure, go ahead and make your
threats."
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
l phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Devourer Apollyon |
| Common Evan Arkwright |
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Well-liked Donald K. - Wtf am I doin https://youtu.be/rgLgPTXdR4M |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Prominent Roxie "I take a hit and let it burn my lips." Reegan |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|King of Rats Isaiah bets his heart on a game of Balor's Bones |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked [AFK] Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 24
"How much do doors usually cost?" Roxie ever-so-casually asks Wesley while fishing out her
smartphone from a pocket.
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Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
As Isaiah perhaps indicates that they're on the way out, A thoroughly uninteresting looking male
looks at the door, with a brief sort-of frown taking his features. If he's going to say anything,
though, A thoroughly uninteresting looking male doesn't make an indication of it. He just stands,
quietly watching the goings-on. Maybe completely unaware of what he's been brought into, really.
l isai
This is a tawny, stoic man with a confident disposition in his late thirties facing right.
You would judge him to be a 8.6 out of 10.
They seem prominent.
He is 5'9" and has unblemished tawny skin, a long and undercut 'do' with sideswept bangs, and
covered eyes.
He is known for working at The Brawling Brothers Pub as a menacing, mysterious presence. You sense
that sex is their weakness. You can see his face, neck, chest, and hands.
His hair seems to be mostly black, clean-shaven on the sides and back but kept a few inches long on
top, the fringe of his bangs neatly swept to the left side of his forehead. With backlighting it is
possible to see the naturally reddish-brown tint the mop actually keeps. His forehead is inherently
smooth, the monotony of it broken up only by the darkness of his furrowed brows and the uneasy
crease between them. The man keeps his jaw like a soldier would, shaven clean and without a hint of
stubble upon his semi-sallow cheeks. Between thin lips are teeth spattered here and there with
golden caps but otherwise perfectly aligned. The same can be said of his nose as well, thin and
straight from bridge to tip. This man's neck is strong, built sturdy from the muscle there but not
overly bulky. A lumpy scar stretches from his Adam's apple to his left ear where apparently an
attempt was made on his life in the past.
A streak of scarred meat cuts a swathe from this man's collarbone straight down his left pectoral,
looking like someone took a swing down his torso with a white-hot sword, or worse.
His chest is muscular, though not broad, and tattooed upon his left pectoral is a navy blue
Catholic cross of Celtic design, old and faded as though once applied it was never retouched. His
core is strong and flat, sparsely covered from diaphragm to pelvis in a curly trail of dark brown
hair. His hands are rough, calloused, and large, but the right hand is far tougher than its
partner. It's covered in a thick layer of what almost seems to be armour, the man's skin as tough
as leather and twice as hard, yet the flesh moves fluidly with each motion, as though it were
little more than average. This particular appendage is a dark, burnt red, as though his red right
hand was once set ablaze and the scar tissue acts now as a natural defense.
Fire and brimstone. Coal and ash. This man smells like he's been through the depths of Hell and
came back on the other end with the scent embedded into his very being, and yet it's tinged with
the smell of fresh hay and clean horses.
Isaiah is using:
(shadowing the gaze) (D) a pair of red wire-rimmed sunglasses
(lazily) (D) a pair of gray Monopoly sweatpants
(haphazardly) (D) a mint green Monopoly hoodie
(comfortably) (D) a pair of gray Monopoly house slippers
(around his neck) (S) a bullet necklace carved with 'ISAIAH'
(r. middle finger) (S) a platinum band trimmed in diamonds
(in buttonholes) (D) ivory buttons inlaid with diamonds
(l. middle finger) (D) an eerie ring of garnet and brimstone
(glittering) (D) a pair of yellow gold and diamond nipple rings
(about ten) (D) a series of yellow gold tongue studs
(through navel) (D) a gold and diamond rodent piercing
(D) a black, leather and nylon police duty belt, carried
"I'm 'ere for me War Head," Isaiah tells Falchorn, raising a hand over his head to demonstrate
the height. "She was taken by Arianna Onasis-" But something over his comms makes him scowl, and
the Brummie Bastard lowers that hand to hip level where it first balls into a fist, then relaxes.
"I see," claims the Demon, tilting his head to the side. But with Twist stuffing a phone into his
face, he holds up a hand to Roxie. "Don't pay 'im a cent." Then that hand? It balls right back into
a fist and smacks itself upside Twist's skull in a demonstration of distaste. "Don't fuckin' record
me," he snaps.
Isaiah punches you solidly in the jaw.
think Just how chummy is Falchorn with this Demon, I wonder?
You think; "Just how chummy is Falchorn with this Demon, I wonder?"
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Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Fuck if I know. But he owes me for my goddamn door." Wesley tells Roxie, one of his two
modified pistols waves vaguely towards the hole in his wall, "Fuckin' Nightmare cunt made threats
and acted stupid. Fuckin' shit." The moment Isaiah punches Twist, though, he's in there like
swimwear, both pistols raised, "APOLOGIZE NOW!"
Stat Report:Wesley
he has Fast Reflexes stat at 1.
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
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Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Odd when I type 'stats' nothing shows up, just a green bar. '
emote didn't actually stuff her phone in @isaia's face, she was just standing over by @falc and
@wes. When the smack hits her though, she works her jaw at the blow to get it re-adjusted. This
while she turns the phone around to get a good view of her face, post-punch, and shows off her
society symbol of that telltale butterfly. "Assault on a member of an allied society. Well done,
Cheeky Bastards." @line @line Aside, at @wes, she softly tuts at him, "Now, now. No need to add a
notch to our side of the party. They can say goodbye to their precious little society."
Twist didn't actually stuff her phone in Isaiah's face, she was just standing over by Falchorn
and Wesley. When the smack hits her though, she works her jaw at the blow to get it re-adjusted.
This while she turns the phone around to get a good view of her face, post-punch, and shows off her
society symbol of that telltale butterfly. "Assault on a member of an allied society. Well done,
Cheeky Bastards."
Aside, at Wesley, she softly tuts at him, "Now, now. No need to add a notch to our side of the
party. They can say goodbye to their precious little society."
[Guide] MasterJake: 'Have you trained any stats?'
[Newbie] Sinshine: 'Score is the full sheet, stats need to be bought later in the tutorial.'
$
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Not yet. '
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'I'm in training and development stage'
[Guide] MasterJake: 'Aha. Yeah stats by itself shows stats you've already trained. Same with
powers.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
internal wonders if this will actually work, though.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Gotcha, so I need to train in it before I can get it.'
Twist (Internally) wonders if this will actually work, though.
[Guide] Weckums: 'you want STATS COST to see what is available to train '
think Then again, Venice is being overthrown. Hmmmm.
You think; "Then again, Venice is being overthrown. Hmmmm."
Though Roxie parts her lips as though she has something to say to Isaiah, she simply snaps her
mouth right back shut when he lobs that punch at Twist. "Sure thing, baby," she mentions, tucking
away her smartphone once more. She doesn't have much else to input beyond that, really. Her stormy
gaze trails toward Falchorn and then A thoroughly uninteresting looking male each in turn,
seemingly casually checking in on both men while Wesley, Isaiah, and Twist bicker-or-banter
depending upon how one looks at it.
$
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male sucks in a breath at the punch. The - perhaps expected -
result is Wesley getting quite angry about it. A thoroughly uninteresting looking male keeps his
own gun at low ready, his own emerald gaze following the group around as they speak in turn. He
still looks rather disinclined to speak, given the circumstances.
help venice
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2: The Treaty of Venice
help the treaty of venice
Title: The Treaty of Venice
The Treaty of Venice is a set of accords that most groups in the
supernatural world are signatories too. It lays out a set of common rules
and understandings that allows members of different groups to get along when
they need to. The treaty was signed in Venice in 1584, replacing the older
Byzantium accords.
The largest difference between the Treaty of Venice and the Byzantium
accords is the strict rules about the revelation of the supernatural world
to unaware humans and it's no coincidence that this change was made during
the height of the witch trials.
Under the treaty of Venice any member of the signatory organizations may be
executed if revealing the existence of the supernatural to a human causes
significant harm to any other signatory member. In modern times this
accusation is difficult to make stick, and generally requires fairly clear
cut examples of someone revealing the supernatural to a human only to have
that human turn to a path of vengeance, supernatural hunting or spreading
the word indiscriminately. It also doesn't apply if the human goes on to
join a signatory group before doing said harm, allowing organizations like
the Temple to continue recruiting.
The other main principles of the Treaty are:
Oaths: A member of the supernatural world is considered bound by any oath
they make invoking the Treaty of Venice. Anyone who violates this oath owes
reparations to the injured party, if they do not pay, their organization
will be compelled to on their behalf. While formally this involves stating,
I swear by the Treaty of Venice, it is almost always accepted to also simply
say, I give you my Venetian word, or I make a Venetian promise.
Treaties: Members of different organizations may at times need to work
together, in order to facilitate that the Treaty covers temporary alliances
between different members known as Venetian truces. Again the general
requirement is to mention the word Venice of Venetian in your proposal of a
truce, as well as to stipulate until when it will last either by a date or
time or by a particular event. Such as "I offer you a Venetian Truce until
sundown." Or "Venetian Truce until we catch this guy?" While under a truce
any hostile actions are considered violations. A failure to help your new
ally however is not considered a violation.
Hospitality: In order to successfully host meetings and settle disputes,
members of different organizations may often need to work together. To
extend someone Venetian hospitality covers that individual until they leave
the residence or place of business in question. Any harm that befalls them
there that you did not do your best to prevent is considered a violation.
Whenever a violation occurs, reparations are determined. The general
principle is that the aggrieved is paid back for the offense threefold. If
they lost a hundred dollars, they must be paid back three hundred. If they
lost a finger, the guilty will lose three fingers. If they were killed, the
guilty and two members of his or her family will be put to death.
Such matters are generally resolved by a council involving a representative
from each of the two involved organizations and a representative of one
other signatory organization, determined by random draw. In most clear cut
cases however, the matter does not proceed this far and an organization
simple forces their member to par the threefold reparations.
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'I see [0] on Social, physical, specialization, etc and each category has 8000
in it.'
[Guide] MasterJake: 'There's stats next to that 8000 though.'
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Minus combat skill, it has [0] and 24000'
$
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Guide] Weckums: 'the number next to the skill is the rpxp cost'
$
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nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Guide] Weckums: 'well,the large number, anyway '
"Take ou' the bitch firs'," Isaiah instructs Roxie and A thoroughly uninteresting looking male,
gesturing to Twist. "Then Wesley-" he goes on to shift his gloved hand in Wesley's direction.
"Don't touch Falchorn 'less 'e figh's on their side. Leave the old man be. 'e's a good man," are
the Bastard's last instructions to his group, gesturing for Falchorn to be conditionally spared-
then he's telling Twist, "You murdered a member o' the Bastards. Tha' comes with vengeance. Tha'
comes with repercussions. Venice don't give a shite 'bout personal squabbles. An' you jus' made
this a personal fuckin' squabble, see? I don't like bein' recorded. So I'll 'ave ta confiscate tha'
phone o' yours. You ain't get me permission, lass." A pause. "Jus' got'a delete tha' video."
You enter combat.
It is your turn to attack, you have two minutes to input your attack and moves, then five minutes
after that to write the emote for them. Or you can type attack skip to skip your turn and possibly
end the fight.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'social, physical, etc, those are all stat categories. What you want is what's
next to the 8000.'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:0 Y:-2 D:2)
(We) Wesley (X:6 Y:2 D:6)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:5 Y:5 D:7)
(Is) Isaiah (X:7 Y:3 D:7)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:-8 D:8)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
l me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You can see her face, neck, and
hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(snowy) (E) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
a small, portable can of gasoline, carried
(E) a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt, sheathed
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Ahh, don't have anything there right now.'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
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[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
One minute left to write your combat emote.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 28/50:13/50)]
move isaiah charge
You will charge.
You have 178 seconds left to write your attacking/moving emote.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
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[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'So you train the stats you want. But I struggled with this at first myself,
when you don't really know what all the stats do it can be tricky.'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Two minutes left to write your combat emote.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Can I come back to this part?'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
emote "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't murder anybody. You're looking for Arianna Onasis. Furthermore,
Living Nightmare aren't protected by Venice," @me just chuckles at @isaiah as she lunges fast
within his reach, pulling up her sword with her as she goes. "I literally arrived a minute after
you did."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't murder anybody. You're looking for Arianna Onasis. Furthermore, Living
Nightmare aren't protected by Venice," Twist just chuckles at Isaiah as she lunges fast within his
reach, pulling up her sword with her as she goes. "I literally arrived a minute after you did."
The fight switches to fast combat as more participants join.
[250/250DF 18ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male fires off a shot at you which misses you.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male fires off a shot at Twist which misses her.
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
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[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
look
"Twist help me find Naur," Falchorn warns, and he draws a gun, but doesn't fire it, looking over
towards Twist. "Sword," he requests again, his breathing shaky. "I need Twist. I need Twist help
me."
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:-2 Y:2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male shooting at Twist (X:-7 Y:-5 D:8)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-9 Y:-11 D:14)
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at A thoroughly uninteresting looking male. A round leaves his
weapon and misses him.
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)] Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
Isaiah lets loose a shrill whistle and an "OI!" that startles a man both well-dressed and beefy to
attention.
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male shooting at Twist (X:-7 Y:-5 D:8)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-9 Y:-11 D:14)
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'Are you in character creation?'
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
You swing your weapon at Isaiah, it is parried by his brass knuckles with razor blades.
Twist swings her weapon at Isaiah, it is parried by his brass knuckles with razor blades.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 43, balance by 15]
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'I am'
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Command stacked.
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Falchorn, Grab Twist. RUN."
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
You can move again.
[250/250DF 2ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at Falchorn, it is dodged by him.
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at A thoroughly uninteresting looking male. A round leaves his
weapon and impacts against his armor.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
$
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Falchorn disarms Isaiah.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
You can attack again.
You swing your weapon at Isaiah, it is parried by his brass knuckles with razor blades.
Twist swings her weapon at Isaiah, it is parried by his brass knuckles with razor blades.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 55, balance by 15]
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male shooting at Twist (X:-7 Y:-5 D:8)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-9 Y:-11 D:14)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Guide] Weckums: 'yeah, you can train skills at any point, during creation and after, you will just
get a discount on the cost when in creation'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Roxie fires off a shot at Falchorn which misses him.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male fires off a shot at Falchorn which misses him.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Falchorn doesn't attack anyone yet, but he moves towards Isaiah and his hand comes down, hitting
a few pressure points in Isaiah's arm to disarm him.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Isaiah throws a punch at Falchorn, it is blocked by him.
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at A thoroughly uninteresting looking male. A round leaves his
weapon and mildly wounds his left arm.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'My recommendation with combat XP if you are still in char creation and if you are new
is to not train anything if you don't know at all how combat works, but if you do have a specific
skill in mind, try and get it all since it is discounted like Weckums said'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Roxie frowns at Falchorn, calling out, "Falchorn, please. We don't want to hurt you. We can help
you find Naur."
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at Falchorn, it is dodged by him.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
A human scent mixed with hints leading right.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley shooting at A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male shooting at Twist (X:-7 Y:-5 D:8)
(Ro) Roxie shooting at Twist (X:-9 Y:-11 D:14)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it is blocked by him.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
[Guide] Weckums: 'those costs will be 10,000 instead of the current 8,000 if you train after you
leave newbie school '
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Don't have any points to spend, I don't think.'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
You can attack again.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
$
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (E 35/50:16/50)]
move thorough charge
You charge.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist shooting at Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie shooting at Twist (X:-2 Y:-6 D:6)
(We) Wesley (X:6 Y:4 D:7)
(Is) Isaiah shooting at Twist (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit shooting at Twist (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
attack thorough long blades
You attempt to knock A thoroughly uninteresting looking male out.
(You knock A thoroughly uninteresting looking male out.)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie shooting at Twist (X:-2 Y:-6 D:6)
(We) Wesley (X:6 Y:4 D:7)
(Is) Isaiah shooting at Twist (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit shooting at Twist (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'you start with 150K RP and combat XP to spend.'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
"Twist not die," Isaiah assures Falchorn, as he moves towards Twist, but Falchorn moves between
he and his target, and instead the older man takes the damage instead. "Move, Falchorn!" he demands
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Roxie fires off a shot at you which misses you.
Roxie fires off a shot at Twist which misses her.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Roxie next!"
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Roxie retreats to -4,-12: Distance 12
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Isaiah charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
[Guide] Weckums: 'you can see that in SCORE'
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
move roxie charge
Command stacked.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
look
In Living Room with Flora and Fauna
The lights are on.
It has expensive decor.
As one steps inside of the 'cabin' they'd realize fairly quickly that they are walking on a
slightly raised platform of wood, rather than any sort of normal, carpeted flooring. Sprouting from
the ground are trees, having been not cut down, but instead built around and incorporated into the
design of this home, allowing nature to reclaim it many, many years from now. The ceiling and walls
are both stained woods, dark and comforting. Old, bronzed light fixtures hang down, controlled by
switches near the two doors here in this living room. Next to the front door to the south, is an
ornate, bronze-framed mirror.
A twining mesh of invading vines has recently bloomed, with leaves bright and green while
springtime blooms scatter petals on the rare occasion.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with honeyed leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
A human scent mixed with hints leading forwardleft.
The room smells faintly of carnal activity, the scent of sex from masculine and feminine body fluids
especially strong over at the couch.
Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ ]
[ west south ]
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:6 Y:4 D:7)
(Fa) Falchorn shooting at Isaiah (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit shooting at Twist (X:7 Y:5 D:8)
(Ro) Roxie shooting at Twist (X:-4 Y:-12 D:12)
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at Falchorn, it deflects off his shield.
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at Roxie. A round leaves his weapon and misses her.
[250/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit charges to 0,0: Distance 1
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at you, it is parried by your
darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt.
[Blunt Weapons reduces your defenses by 4, balance by 0]
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it is blocked by him.
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 28/50:11/50)]
You can move again.
You charge.
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ro) Roxie fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit shooting at Twist (X:4 Y:12 D:12)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:4 Y:12 D:12)
(Is) Isaiah shooting at Twist (X:4 Y:12 D:12)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:5 Y:11 D:12)
(We) Wesley (X:10 Y:16 D:18)
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
emote grins sharkily at @wes and @falch, laughing loudly as chaos ensues!
Twist grins sharkily at Wesley and Falchorn, laughing loudly as chaos ensues!
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
You can attack again.
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
attack roxie long blades
You swing your weapon at Roxie, it ineffectually wounds her left arm.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 66, balance by 15]
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
$
Roxie retreats to -2,-2: Distance 2
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
move roxie charge
Command stacked.
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
Isaiah charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[246/250DF 0ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it is parried by your darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown
-encircled hilt.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 30, balance by 30]
[1N]Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at Roxie. A round leaves his weapon and impacts against her
armor.
[216/250DF 30ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit charges to 0,0: Distance 1
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at you, it is parried by your
darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt.
[Blunt Weapons reduces your defenses by 18, balance by 25]
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it is blocked by him.
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Oh, wonder why I can't spend it then. I must be typing in the wrong thing. I
was typing train social attractiveness for example.'
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (S 24/50:49/50)]
You can move again.
You charge.
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack roxie long blades
Command stacked.
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'I recall negtraining so much that I ended up having less than half of the combat XP
that was given to newbies, so thats why I would recommend not training unless if you know exactly
what you want'
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Weckums: 'That said, Haven is not a stat-heavy game. You can get by for quite awhile without
training anything, really.'
[198/250DF 39ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Roxie swings her weapon at you, it is parried by your darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown
-encircled hilt.
[Blunt Weapons reduces defenses by 9, balance by 25]
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can attack again.
You swing your weapon at Roxie, it mildly wounds her left shoulder.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 66, balance by 15]
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ro) Roxie fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Roxie (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Is) Isaiah (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:9 D:13)
(We) Wesley (X:12 Y:18 D:21)
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You shiver.
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack roxie long blades
Command stacked.
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Roxie retreats to -1,-1: Distance 1
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'you want TRAIN ATTRACTIVENESS, TRAIN LONG BLADES, etc.'
[189/250DF 64ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it is parried by your darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown
-encircled hilt.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 43, balance by 30]
[146/250DF 94ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
move isaiah charge
$
Command stacked.
[146/250DF 74ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[146/250DF 74ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley launches a stab at Isaiah, it ineffectually wounds his left arm.
[146/250DF 74ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit charges to 0,0: Distance 1
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at you, it is parried by your
darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt.
[Blunt Weapons reduces your defenses by 23, balance by 25]
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it strikes him in the jaw.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie fighting Twist (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley fighting Roxie (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:9 D:13)
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
tklift isaiah
You telekinetically lift Isaiah.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie fighting Twist (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley fighting Roxie (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:9 D:13)
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Weckums: 'Ah, yeah, you don't need the category, just skill itself.'
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can move again.
You charge.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You estimate you're about 600
feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie fighting Twist (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley fighting Roxie (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:11 Y:7 D:13)
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Roxie swings her weapon at Falchorn, it deflects off his shield.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
You can attack again.
You knock Roxie out.
(You knock Roxie out.)
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You estimate you're about 600
feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:11 Y:7 D:13)
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley retreats to -10,-10: Distance 14
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Ahh'
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'STAT COST should give you all the names that you need, and their cost'
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley says (to Isaiah), in a less hoarse voice, 'Bad planning.'
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
attack bastard long lades
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
attack bastard long blades
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You estimate you're about 600
feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-1 Y:-1 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:6 D:11)
(We) Wesley (X:-10 Y:-10 D:14)
Isaiah launches a stab at Falchorn, it deflects off his vest of chainmail.
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] Ost: 'For combat stats, DISCIPLINE COST'
[123/250DF 99ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at Isaiah. A round leaves his weapon and misses him.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at Falchorn, it deflects off his
armor.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it is blocked by him.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
move isaiah charge
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
look
You shiver.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)] At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You estimate you're about 600
feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:-2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:6 D:11)
(We) Wesley (X:-10 Y:-10 D:14)
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn twists a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit around to be a bodyshield.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
help telekinesis
Title: Telekinesis
Levels: 0, 1, 2
Requirements : Rank 1 requires Blade Disciple 1
Rank 2 requires Blade Disciple 2
[Rank One]:
Push : Unspecified range; sends the target 15 distance away from you.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically push objects away from you up to the weight of a large man.
If target is facing you and in cover, they instead remain stationary but are debuffed
as they collide with the cover.
Pull : Unspecified range; brings the target 15 distance closer to you.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically pull objects towards you up to the weight of a large man.
If target is facing you and in cover, they instead remain stationary but are debuffed
as they collide with the cover.
[Rank Two]:
TkLift : Unspecified range; the target is unable to move for one round.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically lift objects, up to the weight of a large man.
TkThrow : Unspecified range; throws a nearby object at the target, inflicting 20 stagger.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically hurl objects up to the weight of a brick around.
TkJump : Self-target; enables use of Super Jumping for one round, or enhances your jump
distance if you already have the power.
Roleplay : You can hurl yourself through the air with telekinesis.
[Last edited March 24, 2022]
See Also: Abilities, Blade Disciple
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
$
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
You can move again.
You charge.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
tkthrow isaiah
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
You can attack again.
You swing your weapon at a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit, it is parried by her.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 57, balance by 15]
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance behind and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. You estimate you're about 600
feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
A male human scent leading forwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:-2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:6 D:11)
(We) Wesley (X:-10 Y:-10 D:14)
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley retreats to -19,-19: Distance 26
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
push isaiah
Command stacked.
[123/250DF 77ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it ineffectually wounds your chest.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 26, balance by 30]
[97/250DF 107ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Roxie goes AFK.
[97/250DF 107ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at Isaiah. A round leaves his weapon and ineffectually wounds
his right arm.
push isaiah
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Command stacked.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at Falchorn, it ineffectually wounds
his stomach.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
push isaiah
[Guide] Weckums: 'There is no discount to discipline costs while in newbie school, so I agree with
Ost to wait to train those until you're out in the world and have more of a sense of what you'll
want to use'
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)] Command stacked.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it strikes him in the chest.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
You can use an ability again.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Keep hitting Isaiah, Don't stop"
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
You shiver.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Nw 22/50:47/50)]
push isaiah
You telekinetically push Isaiah back.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can move again.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn shooting at Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-1 Y:-4 D:4)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:5 D:11)
(Is) Isaiah shooting at Twist (X:-10 Y:-10 D:14)
(We) Wesley (X:-19 Y:-19 D:26)
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Gotcha, will do.'
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'But, in newbie school all discipline cost will be returned if you negtrain.'
You can attack again.
They're out of range of that discipline.
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
$
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack bastard long blades
You swing your weapon at a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit, it is parried by her.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 37, balance by 15]
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'Out of newbie school, not so.'
look
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-1 Y:-3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:5 D:11)
(We) Wesley (X:-19 Y:-19 D:26)
[97/250DF 83ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it ineffectually wounds your forehead.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 27, balance by 30]
[70/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look isaiah
This is a tawny, stoic man with a confident disposition in his late thirties facing you.
You would judge him to be a 8.6 out of 10.
They seem prominent.
He is 5'9" and has unblemished tawny skin, a long and undercut 'do' with sideswept bangs, and
covered eyes.
He is known for working at The Brawling Brothers Pub as a menacing, mysterious presence. You sense
that sex is their weakness. You can see his face, neck, chest, and hands.
His hair seems to be mostly black, clean-shaven on the sides and back but kept a few inches long on
top, the fringe of his bangs neatly swept to the left side of his forehead. With backlighting it is
possible to see the naturally reddish-brown tint the mop actually keeps. His forehead is inherently
smooth, the monotony of it broken up only by the darkness of his furrowed brows and the uneasy
crease between them. The man keeps his jaw like a soldier would, shaven clean and without a hint of
stubble upon his semi-sallow cheeks. Between thin lips are teeth spattered here and there with
golden caps but otherwise perfectly aligned. The same can be said of his nose as well, thin and
straight from bridge to tip. This man's neck is strong, built sturdy from the muscle there but not
overly bulky. A lumpy scar stretches from his Adam's apple to his left ear where apparently an
attempt was made on his life in the past.
A streak of scarred meat cuts a swathe from this man's collarbone straight down his left pectoral,
looking like someone took a swing down his torso with a white-hot sword, or worse.
His chest is muscular, though not broad, and tattooed upon his left pectoral is a navy blue
Catholic cross of Celtic design, old and faded as though once applied it was never retouched. His
core is strong and flat, sparsely covered from diaphragm to pelvis in a curly trail of dark brown
hair. His hands are rough, calloused, and large, but the right hand is far tougher than its
partner. It's covered in a thick layer of what almost seems to be armour, the man's skin as tough
as leather and twice as hard, yet the flesh moves fluidly with each motion, as though it were
little more than average. This particular appendage is a dark, burnt red, as though his red right
hand was once set ablaze and the scar tissue acts now as a natural defense.
Fire and brimstone. Coal and ash. This man smells like he's been through the depths of Hell and
came back on the other end with the scent embedded into his very being, and yet it's tinged with
the smell of fresh hay and clean horses.
Isaiah is using:
(on left hand) a set of brass knuckles set with razor blades
(shadowing the gaze) (D) a pair of red wire-rimmed sunglasses
(lazily) (D) a pair of gray Monopoly sweatpants
(haphazardly) (D) a mint green Monopoly hoodie
(comfortably) (D) a pair of gray Monopoly house slippers
(around his neck) (S) a bullet necklace carved with 'ISAIAH'
(r. middle finger) (S) a platinum band trimmed in diamonds
(in buttonholes) (D) ivory buttons inlaid with diamonds
(l. middle finger) (D) an eerie ring of garnet and brimstone
(glittering) (D) a pair of yellow gold and diamond nipple rings
(about ten) (D) a series of yellow gold tongue studs
(through navel) (D) a gold and diamond rodent piercing
(D) a black, leather and nylon police duty belt, carried
[70/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley raises a pistol, taking aim at Isaiah. A round leaves his weapon and ineffectually wounds
his forehead.
[70/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[70/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at you, it ineffectually wounds your
right shoulder.
[Blunt Weapons reduces your defenses by 19, balance by 25]
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-1 Y:-3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:5 D:11)
(We) Wesley (X:-19 Y:-19 D:26)
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it strikes him in the stomach.
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can attack again.
You swing your weapon at Isaiah, it ineffectually wounds his chest.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 39, balance by 15]
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
emote grits her teeth as she continues swinging blow after blow, in between other technicalities.
Wesley says, angrily, "Back down, Isaiah, I will end one of your comrades lives!"
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)] Twist grits her teeth as she continues swinging blow after
blow, in between other technicalities.
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-3 Y:-4 D:5)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:10 Y:7 D:12)
(We) Wesley (X:-19 Y:-19 D:26)
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
$
[51/250DF 113ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it ineffectually wounds your left shoulder.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 26, balance by 30]
[25/250DF 143ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at you, it ineffectually wounds your
chest.
[Blunt Weapons reduces your defenses by 21, balance by 25]
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it mildly wounds his right leg.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Isaiah says, with a straight-spoken Brummie accent, "You leave 'em ou' o' this!"
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Wesley attempts to knock Isaiah out.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:-3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:11 Y:10 D:14)
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can use an ability again.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You shiver.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Falchorn says, with a worn-down and exotic accent, "No kill Roxie!"
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "YOU BROUGHT THEM IN"
attack isaiah long blades
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
Command stacked.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You can attack again.
You attempt to knock Isaiah out.
(You attempt to knock Isaiah out.)
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
You shiver.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-4 Y:0 D:4)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:11 Y:11 D:15)
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 22/50:47/50)]
move isaiah retreat
You retreat.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:2 D:2)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(We) Wesley (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:14 Y:14 D:19)
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Isaiah charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
You shiver.
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:2 D:2)
(We) Wesley (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:14 Y:14 D:19)
[4/250DF 130ST 0WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Isaiah launches a stab at you, it mildly wounds your right shoulder.
[Short Blades reduces defenses by 27, balance by 30]
[0/250DF 160ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(We) Wesley (X:2 Y:2 D:2)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:15 Y:15 D:21)
[0/250DF 160ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Falchorn moves protectively to 0,0: Distance 1
[0/250DF 160ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit charges to 0,0: Distance 1
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit swings her weapon at Falchorn, it ineffectually wounds
his right shoulder.
[0/250DF 160ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
attack isaiah long blades
Command stacked.
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Falchorn throws a punch at Isaiah, it mildly wounds his left shoulder.
Wesley charges to 0,0: Distance 1
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Wesley knocks Isaiah out.
(Wesley knocks Isaiah out.)
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
$
look
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front and to the left of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood
Drive. You estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
A male human scent leading backwardright.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley fighting Isaiah (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:14 Y:14 D:19)
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Wesley spits on Isaiah after knocking him out.
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Roxie is no longer AFK.
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'I'll come back to this, because I don't understand it much.'
attack bastard long blades
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
Command stacked.
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
You can attack again.
You swing your weapon at a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit, it impacts against her armor.
[Long Blades reduces defenses by 44, balance by 15]
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
You can move again.
[0/250DF 125ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
emote "One more left!" @Me yells out to the two.
"One more left!" Twist yells out to the two.
[0/250DF 126ST 1WN 0LG (Sw 20/50:45/50)]
l s
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:-1 Y:0 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(We) Wesley (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:3 D:3)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:12 Y:13 D:17)
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:45/50)]
[Guide] MasterJake: 'Yep! You can definitely come back and do that part later!'
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:45/50)]
sprint
You move.
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
A male human scent leading backward.
Dynamic Places: a dark sectional couch with cutouts
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Is) Isaiah (X:0 Y:2 D:2)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(We) Wesley (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:6 D:6)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:12 Y:16 D:20)
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
Falchorn trips a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit.
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
map
______________________
| th |
| Ro |
| IsCh |
| ++++++ |
| ++++++++++++++ |
| ++++++++++++++++++ |
|++++++++++++++++++++++|
|======================|
(Is) Isaiah (X:-1 Y:1 D:1)
(Me) Twist fighting a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit (X:0 Y:0 D:1)
(Ch) a Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit fighting Twist and 3 others (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(Fa) Falchorn (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(We) Wesley (X:0 Y:3 D:3)
(Ro) Roxie (X:-2 Y:6 D:6)
(th) A thoroughly uninteresting looking male (X:13 Y:17 D:21)
[0/250DF 131ST 1WN 3LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
A Cheeky fucking Bastard in a two-piece suit knocks you out.
[0/1DF 131ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
look
You can't see anything, you're sleeping!
[0/1DF 103ST 1WN 0LG (S 20/50:42/50)]
You leave combat.
[0/1DF 103ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
You earned 3050 experience.
score
,______________________________________________________________________________,
| Credit Hours: 261 Super |
| 2200 [X] |
| Name: Twist Sex: Female Concept Tier: Four |
| Age: 250 ,----------------------, |
| Apparent: 22 Archetype | Ageless Faeborn | |
| Born: March 28th, 1772 Modifier | None | |
| '----------------------' |
| Secrecy: 76 |
| Association: None Territory: Lauriea |
| Society: The Children of Eternal Sunshine Rank: Joyful |
| |
| Cash Banked Influence |
| Currency: $0.01 $872.50 41900 |
| |
| Fatigue: 0 Life Force: 99% Defenses: 1 / 1 |
| Wounds: You are mildly wounded. |
| Subdue [X][X] Sanctuary Experience |
| Unconscious [X][X] Helpless Available Spent / Cap |
| Whoinvis [ ][X] Whereinvis ,--------------------------------, |
| Bound [ ][ ] Blindfolded Combat | 7898 | 974200 / 1000000 | |
| Gagged [ ][X] Mute Roleplay | 18650 | 698000 / 1000000 | |
| ,-------------------------------------, |--------------------------------| |
| | Karma: 24181 Personal: 0 | | Dream: 0 | |
| | Spent: 100000 Banked: 0 | | World: 56338 | |
| '-------------------------------------' '--------------------------------' |
|______________________________________________________________________________|
look
You can't see anything, you're sleeping!
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look
You can't see anything, you're sleeping!
Someone unseen angrily walks around, grabbing up silk rope and binding the enemies
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
Someone unseen walks back with Someone unseen in tow, throwing the man down next to Someone
unseen.
When the Cheeky Bastard retreats, Someone unseen moves backwards, his leg bleeding. He looks at
it, then at those who've broken into the home, his expression guarded. "... ... ... ..." he says
firmly to Someone unseen and Twist both.
tell wesley I'm knocked out bro
You tell Wesley OOCly 'I'm knocked out bro'
Someone wakes you.
[1/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[1/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
l
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[Helpless] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is asleep.
Wesley is standing here.
Falchorn is standing here.
[Helpless] Isaiah is asleep.
[Helpless] Roxie is asleep.
[15/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
l me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10 and she is lightly spattered with blood.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You sense a faint weakness caused by
injury. You can see her face, neck, and hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(E) a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt
(snowy) (E) (Blood speckled) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) (Blood speckled) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) (Blood speckled) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) (Blood speckled) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) (Blood speckled) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
a small, portable can of gasoline, carried
[15/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Wesley tells you OOCly 'I know, I told Fal to wake ol'
[29/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
score
,______________________________________________________________________________,
| Credit Hours: 261 Super |
| 2200 [X] |
| Name: Twist Sex: Female Concept Tier: Four |
| Age: 250 ,----------------------, |
| Apparent: 22 Archetype | Ageless Faeborn | |
| Born: March 28th, 1772 Modifier | None | |
| '----------------------' |
| Secrecy: 76 |
| Association: None Territory: Lauriea |
| Society: The Children of Eternal Sunshine Rank: Joyful |
| |
| Cash Banked Influence |
| Currency: $0.01 $872.50 41900 |
| |
| Fatigue: 0 Life Force: 99% Defenses: 29 / 250 |
| Wounds: You are mildly wounded. |
| Subdue [X][X] Sanctuary Experience |
| Unconscious [ ][ ] Helpless Available Spent / Cap |
| Whoinvis [ ][X] Whereinvis ,--------------------------------, |
| Bound [ ][ ] Blindfolded Combat | 7898 | 974200 / 1000000 | |
| Gagged [ ][ ] Mute Roleplay | 18650 | 698000 / 1000000 | |
| ,-------------------------------------, |--------------------------------| |
| | Karma: 24181 Personal: 0 | | Dream: 0 | |
| | Spent: 100000 Banked: 0 | | World: 56338 | |
| '-------------------------------------' '--------------------------------' |
|______________________________________________________________________________|
[29/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
tell wesley Ohh okay hahah
You tell Wesley OOCly 'Ohh okay hahah'
[43/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Wesley points his pistols at Isaiah's head, as if pondering the merits for a long moment.
[85/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Let it be known"
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Let it be known'
[99/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Isaiah, Roxie and Don of the Cheeky Bastards broke into my
home, and assaulted an alliance mate"
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Isaiah, Roxie and Don of the Cheeky Bastards broke into my
home, and assaulted an alliance mate'
[141/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[169/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "I do not take kindly to home invasions."
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'I do not take kindly to home invasions.'
[211/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
You shiver.
[225/250DF 0ST 1WN 0LG ( )]
Your shield pulses briefly with power before fading to invisibility.
Wesley looks over at Twist, and walks to wake her, "Wake up, love."
You shiver.
emote rouses with a grunt, hauling herself up to her feet. "Fucking embarrassing, how rusty am I
now without armour," she groans, rubbing a spot behind her head that's apparently bleeding.
Twist rouses with a grunt, hauling herself up to her feet. "Fucking embarrassing, how rusty am I
now without armour," she groans, rubbing a spot behind her head that's apparently bleeding.
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[Helpless] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is asleep.
Wesley is standing here.
Falchorn is standing here.
[Helpless] Isaiah is asleep.
[Helpless] Roxie is asleep.
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Devourer Apollyon |
| Common Evan Arkwright |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked [AFK] Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 21
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley says (to you), gesturing at his unarmored self, 'They made a terrible set of tactical
decisions.'
You shiver.
ssay I don't know why they had the gal to accuse us of murdering one of theirs, and decided to cut
us down.
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "I don't know why they had the gal to accuse us
of murdering one of theirs, and decided to cut us down."
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley walks over to Isaiah and leans down, slapping the demonborn awake.
Wesley wakes Isaiah.
Wesley says (to Isaiah), in a less hoarse voice, 'Are you going to drop this matter?'
You shiver.
ssay If you'd like to talk to them, I'm charging a fifty dollars per head for Roxie and Don. Two
hundred dollars for Isaiah.
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "If you'd like to talk to them, I'm charging a
fifty dollars per head for Roxie and Don. Two hundred dollars for Isaiah. "
You shiver.
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
[Helpless] A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is asleep.
Wesley is standing here.
Falchorn is standing here.
[Helpless] Isaiah is tied up here.
[Helpless] Roxie is asleep.
look isaiah
This is a tawny, stoic man with a confident disposition in his late thirties facing away and to
the right.
You would judge him to be a 8.6 out of 10 and he is spattered with blood.
They seem prominent.
He is 5'9" and has unblemished tawny skin, a long and undercut 'do' with sideswept bangs, and
covered eyes.
He is known for working at The Brawling Brothers Pub as a menacing, mysterious presence. You sense
that sex is their weakness. Isaiah is bound hand and foot.
You can see his face, neck, chest, and hands.
His hair seems to be mostly black, clean-shaven on the sides and back but kept a few inches long on
top, the fringe of his bangs neatly swept to the left side of his forehead. With backlighting it is
possible to see the naturally reddish-brown tint the mop actually keeps. His forehead is inherently
smooth, the monotony of it broken up only by the darkness of his furrowed brows and the uneasy
crease between them. The man keeps his jaw like a soldier would, shaven clean and without a hint of
stubble upon his semi-sallow cheeks. Between thin lips are teeth spattered here and there with
golden caps but otherwise perfectly aligned. The same can be said of his nose as well, thin and
straight from bridge to tip. This man's neck is strong, built sturdy from the muscle there but not
overly bulky. A lumpy scar stretches from his Adam's apple to his left ear where apparently an
attempt was made on his life in the past.
A streak of scarred meat cuts a swathe from this man's collarbone straight down his left pectoral,
looking like someone took a swing down his torso with a white-hot sword, or worse.
His chest is muscular, though not broad, and tattooed upon his left pectoral is a navy blue
Catholic cross of Celtic design, old and faded as though once applied it was never retouched. His
core is strong and flat, sparsely covered from diaphragm to pelvis in a curly trail of dark brown
hair. His hands are rough, calloused, and large, but the right hand is far tougher than its
partner. It's covered in a thick layer of what almost seems to be armour, the man's skin as tough
as leather and twice as hard, yet the flesh moves fluidly with each motion, as though it were
little more than average. This particular appendage is a dark, burnt red, as though his red right
hand was once set ablaze and the scar tissue acts now as a natural defense.
Fire and brimstone. Coal and ash. This man smells like he's been through the depths of Hell and
came back on the other end with the scent embedded into his very being, and yet it's tinged with
the smell of fresh hay and clean horses.
Isaiah is using:
(on left hand) a set of brass knuckles set with razor blades
(shadowing the gaze) (D) (Blood spattered) a pair of red wire-rimmed sunglasses
(lazily) (D) (Blood spattered) a pair of gray Monopoly sweatpants
(haphazardly) (D) (Blood spattered) a mint green Monopoly hoodie
(comfortably) (D) (Blood spattered) a pair of gray Monopoly house slippers
(around his neck) (S) a bullet necklace carved with 'ISAIAH'
(r. middle finger) (S) a platinum band trimmed in diamonds
(in buttonholes) (D) ivory buttons inlaid with diamonds
(l. middle finger) (D) an eerie ring of garnet and brimstone
(glittering) (D) a pair of yellow gold and diamond nipple rings
(about ten) (D) a series of yellow gold tongue studs
(through navel) (D) a gold and diamond rodent piercing
(D) a black, leather and nylon police duty belt, carried
l me
This is a razor-eyed rose with a rebel's air in her early twenties with B cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 6.5 out of 10 and she is lightly spattered with blood.
They seem social.
She is 5'10" and has golden skin with undertones of cold silver, long, inky black hair, and eyes of
old gold.
She is known for working at The Pavilion as an administrator. You sense a faint weakness caused by
injury. You can see her face, neck, and hands.
Obsidian black and glossier than an oilspill, her smooth long hair has been cleanly chopped past
the bustline like a stroke of oriental calligraphy. Her forehead is a smooth plain with gently
arched brows kept naturally thick. Even at rest, there is a cutting edge to her gaze. Irises of a
radiating hazel sun warmed in browns and greens are ancient ravines bordered by a sharp epicanthic
carving of razor-blade eyes.
Her face is a kit of dangerous angles and defined bone: a model's cheeks, an empress' nose, the
lips of a snob, and the chin of a lady. Each slice of feature served over a square jaw, creating a
unique impression altogether. This is a renegade's cast with a predator's silent confidence,
haunted by an ancestry from the rougher back alleys of East Asian neighborhoods.
Though seemingly delicate, these hands of hers are a collection of hidden callouses at the base of
each finger, with a bit of roughness between the forefinger and thumb. The fine bones of her
knuckles dexterously hold the rest of slender fingers, their tips sporting long stiletto nails
glossy in black and red, with Lunar New Year themed accents of gold.
Her natural scent is feminine, hints of cigarette smoke and blood mingling with earthy traces of
primeval plants.
Twist is using:
(E) a Google Pixel 4a
(E) a darkened cavalry sword with a horned, crown-encircled hilt
(snowy) (E) (Blood speckled) an arctic white crop pullover with baggy sleeves
(knee-length) (E) (Blood speckled) a dual-style denim skirt, half in faded pleats
(simple) (D) (Blood speckled) a simple fitted black tank top with spaghetti straps
(original) (E) (Blood speckled) a pair of white Doc Martens with black laces
(snug) (Blood speckled) a pair of black wool thigh-hugging socks
(trinket) (S) a kitschy beaded pendant dangling a flat wooden disc
(sparkly) (D) a pair of round cut diamond stud earrings in white gold
a small, portable can of gasoline, carried
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
where
Hot Spots:
2 people inside the Common Room at Blackfield Dormitory
Loners:
a raven-tressed, very curvy woman in her thirties is watching the neighbors at a Perfect Street in
an Idyllic Neighbohood (Stepford).
Pairs:
[2U-16N-41E] A pale gingerish curvy woman is behind the Rear Shelves of Blackfield Library.
You have normal availability.
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Devourer Apollyon |
| Common Evan Arkwright |
| Newcomer Urial Scarily Normal, not. |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked [AFK] Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 21
Falchorn moves over to Roxie, hauling her up and into his arms, moving to carry her somewhat
away from the other prisoners. He doesn't slap her awake, but just gives her a rather vigorous
shake of the shoulders.
Falchorn wakes Roxie.
Wesley looks over at Twist and says, "Send the video of the ordeal to me, we'll get it saved on
our servers."
You shiver.
Wesley looks over at A thoroughly uninteresting looking male, who just probably wakes up from
all the jostling.
Wesley wakes A thoroughly uninteresting looking male.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
emote licks the blood off her lips and pulls out her phone which had miraculously managed to remain
uncracked throughout the fight. "Aaand sent," she tells @wes.
Twist licks the blood off her lips and pulls out her phone which had miraculously managed to
remain uncracked throughout the fight. "Aaand sent," she tells Wesley.
tell wesley I'm not really sure how to send it though, pls help, I'm a noob...
You tell Wesley OOCly 'I'm not really sure how to send it though, pls help, I'm a noob...'
"Roxie no fight," Falchorn scolds Roxie, as if she was as delicate as she looked.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Roxie comes awake with a groan, blinking a bit before she looks up at Falchorn and, perhaps
surprisingly, asks the older man with a frown, "Hey, are you okay? I didn't hit you, right?"
Wesley tells you OOCly 'lol, you can save a log to like, pastebin/pastehtml and I can write up a
synopsis (or you can) and post it as a note to the societies.'
"... If you let 'em go, then aye," Isaiah tells Wesley, sliding his crimson eyes towards Roxie
and A thoroughly uninteresting looking male straining to stand up only to realize he's bound hand
and foot. "Mat'er's done. Otrera is dead. Let me wife an' 'er man go," the Demon requests, spitting
a bit of blood out from between his golden teeth, letting it drool down his chin in macabre
display. It seems that, as much Pride as he has, he values his Bastards more than his ego;
particularly his wife, Roxie.
You shiver.
tell wesley Ohhhh gotcha.
You tell Wesley OOCly 'Ohhhh gotcha.'
Woken up from his nap, A thoroughly uninteresting looking male probably expected this outcome.
He can't keep himself from giving a pathetic little cough, but what he /does/ resist the urge to do
is wake up and start insulting people. He looks over to Roxie, and Isaiah, and listens close. Turns
back to the other group, clearly not knowing nearly anyone involved, here.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Your word that you won't seek retribution on Falchorn, Twist, or myself?" Wesley wonders of
Isaiah, not quite cutting those two loose yet.
emote "Oh, but are we -sure- that the nightmare is dead?" @me points out to @wes with a tap of her
chin, flitting her gaze to him and @isai. "Because I don't see any corpses, now do you?"
"Oh, but are we -sure- that the nightmare is dead?" Twist points out to Wesley with a tap of her
chin, flitting her gaze to him and Isaiah. "Because I don't see any corpses, now do you?"
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Arianna, to be certain, you disposed of it, correct?"
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Arianna, to be certain, you disposed of it, correct?'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"I no blood," Falchorn gently tells Roxie, his face softening when she shows concern. He sighs
quietly, while moving to inspect where she was hurt, trying to move whatever clothes might be out
the way to get a look at it.""
ssay Arianna, darling, we'd like to see the burned corpse and head, if you have the time.
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Arianna, darling, we'd like to see the burned
corpse and head, if you have the time."
who
Who List
Immortals:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Entities:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
|Story Runner SRAdriana |
|Story Runner [AFK] SRIsaiah awaits your Dark Secrets(tm). note read 8031! |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Players:
,__________________________________________________________________________________________________,
| Nobody Jezebel the angel |
| Lookalike Nicole. |
| Devourer Apollyon |
| Common Evan Arkwright |
| Brilliant Ashley Dunkel |
| Mighty Adriana Harper - I wanna live, not just survive |
|Influential Arianna weeps that slow combat is still broken |
| Gifted [AFK] Konami "Kiyo" Matsui | U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,B,A |
| Skilled [AFK] Alhambra Lopez |
| Middie Hellene Vall the Newbie |
| Soldier Chitte likes them good bones. |
| Novice Anwar clicks and sometimes ticks. |
| Newcomer Bree Adams the Newbie |
| Common Lacey may be losing her innocence |
| Wanderer Falchorn has slain the Chosen One. |
|. Plot Twist : Wee ooh-wee ooh-wee! Chosen One! |
| Gunsmith Wesley - When the bottom falls, my heart does the same. |
| Well-liked [AFK] Oscar Martin finds his night full of idyll hours |
|__________________________________________________________________________________________________|
Characters online: 36 Characters visible: 20
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Don, Roxie, did I hit any vital organs with my shots?" Wesley calls out to A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male and Roxie respectively, "I'd rather make sure this doesn't turn into
anything between any of us."
"Me word as a man," Isaiah grunts out, sneering as he bites back that Vanity which demands he
spit upon such a deal. It seems as though it takes /physical/ effort on the Bastard's part not to
be rude and crude. There's a tension in his stomach, even as he clenches down the urge. "I ain't
gonna 'urt you none for wha' transpired today. Mat'er is set'led in blood, as it should be. We
los'," he offers Wesley.
Your comms say, in a calm, British accent, 'It's just off of Empyrean Mist Lane. It was the nearest
mirror, the residence were not involved.'
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "You are quite appreciated, ma'am."
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'You are quite appreciated, ma'am.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley looks to Twist, then gestures his head towards the proffered address.
"I'm okay," Roxie quietly reassures Falchorn when he starts inspecting her delicate person.
She's a bit banged up, sure, but she'll recover. "I'm okay!" she calls out back to Wesley when he
asks. "I'm tougher than I look, yeah?" No doubt she has to be, to be married to Isaiah. And
speaking of. Those branded eyes of hers flash toward the Demon, a worried frown on her lips while
she watches him humbled. "Are you okay, love?" she asks of her husband, checking in on him first
before her attention finally flickers to poor A thoroughly uninteresting looking male.
Your comms say, in a calm, British accent, 'Tom will be taking the body. Do not disturb it after you
see it.'
ssay Suspicious.
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Suspicious. "
They seem to be affable, and A thoroughly uninteresting looking male isn't any different.
Probably really doesn't have much skin in the game. As Wesley calls out his way, A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male looks down at himself, briefly, and eyes his injuries. "No, sir." A
thoroughly uninteresting looking male confirms with Wesley. Probably an answer to both his
inquiries. He does look up, though, at the mention of Tom. His jaw tightens, and A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male pales. A little.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
emote "Ah-ah, not good enough for me," @me widens a grin all too hard as she trounces over to
@isaiah, squatting in front of him with her brows all lofted and eyes broad. "I've some requests,
since you decided to make this matter all about you and I. Even if I hadn't killed your precious
nightmare at all," she tells him in dull, flat tones.
"Ah-ah, not good enough for me," Twist widens a grin all too hard as she trounces over to
Isaiah, squatting in front of him with her brows all lofted and eyes broad. "I've some requests,
since you decided to make this matter all about you and I. Even if I hadn't killed your precious
nightmare at all," she tells him in dull, flat tones.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'I will send the money. Release them
please and tell me which bank to direct it to.'
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Good. Good." Wesley says, walking away from Isaiah specifically, to cut A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male loose. Then he looks to Falchorn and says, "Cut Roxie loose." He
pantomimes the action to help facilitate the translation, "Not Red-eye."
Wesley unties A thoroughly uninteresting looking male.
ssay Oh no, darling, that was just entrance fees to talk to them and give them a little kick. Who
is speaking, please?
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Oh no, darling, that was just entrance fees to
talk to them and give them a little kick. Who is speaking, please?"
You shiver.
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Azariah, is that you?"
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Azariah, is that you?'
Cutting someone free? Falchorn understands that pantomime, and a hunting knife is drawn so that
Roxie can be free of bondage as soon as possible.
Falchorn unties Roxie.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
roomtitle plays with more food
Ok.
look
At A small walkway to a quaint cabin
It has cheap decor.
The pathway up to a small cabin is surrounded by trees and wildlife, the creator seeming to be
quite careful about leaving the local flora and fauna alone, and only touching what is needed for
living.
It is afternoon, about -3F(-19C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. In
the distance in front of you the sun hangs in the sky. Ahead of you is Devilwood Drive. You
estimate you're about 600 feet from the edge of town.
You smell:
A human scent mixed with woodlands leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
A human scent mixed with expanse leading backward.
[ north northeast up ]
[ west southwest south southeast east ]
Wesley is standing here.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male is standing here.
Falchorn is standing here.
[Helpless] Isaiah is tied up here.
Roxie is standing here.
Wesley says (to you), in a less hoarse voice, 'You decide on Isaiah. He and I are settled,
however.'
Falchorn puts the revolver that he didn't fire at all back into its holster.
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male looks very surprised by this development - he doesn't
move, as Wesley unties him, but he does give the man a "Thank you," as he doesn't like stab him in
the side or anything. A thoroughly uninteresting looking male sits there, quietly, watching
Falchorn and Wesley, and then settling his eyes on Twist. Watching the goings-on between her and
Isaiah.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Yes.'
Falchorn puts an exquisite revolver in gun belt.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
A thoroughly uninteresting looking male straps a Lewis Machine Gun onto his back.
You shiver.
Roxie offers up a bit of a smile to Falchorn when he cuts her free. Rubbing at her delicate
wrists, she looks toward Twist and Isaiah, watching this exchange with a sharp intensity.
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "I'll get with you in a bit about all this, or Olivia will."
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'I'll get with you in a bit about all this, or Olivia will.'
Roxie removes a black handgun and slips it into her lustrous, loose-fitting black leather duster
pocket.
Roxie sheath a massive steel hammer onto her back.
Wesley says (to A thoroughly uninteresting looking male), in a less hoarse voice, 'You're
welcome. You're just along for the ride, I get it.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look isaiah
This is a tawny, stoic man with a confident disposition in his late thirties facing away and to
the right.
You would judge him to be a 8.6 out of 10 and he is spattered with blood.
They seem prominent.
He is 5'9" and has unblemished tawny skin, a long and undercut 'do' with sideswept bangs, and
covered eyes.
He is known for working at The Brawling Brothers Pub as a menacing, mysterious presence. You sense
that sex is their weakness. Isaiah is bound hand and foot.
You can see his face, neck, chest, and hands.
His hair seems to be mostly black, clean-shaven on the sides and back but kept a few inches long on
top, the fringe of his bangs neatly swept to the left side of his forehead. With backlighting it is
possible to see the naturally reddish-brown tint the mop actually keeps. His forehead is inherently
smooth, the monotony of it broken up only by the darkness of his furrowed brows and the uneasy
crease between them. The man keeps his jaw like a soldier would, shaven clean and without a hint of
stubble upon his semi-sallow cheeks. Between thin lips are teeth spattered here and there with
golden caps but otherwise perfectly aligned. The same can be said of his nose as well, thin and
straight from bridge to tip. This man's neck is strong, built sturdy from the muscle there but not
overly bulky. A lumpy scar stretches from his Adam's apple to his left ear where apparently an
attempt was made on his life in the past.
A streak of scarred meat cuts a swathe from this man's collarbone straight down his left pectoral,
looking like someone took a swing down his torso with a white-hot sword, or worse.
His chest is muscular, though not broad, and tattooed upon his left pectoral is a navy blue
Catholic cross of Celtic design, old and faded as though once applied it was never retouched. His
core is strong and flat, sparsely covered from diaphragm to pelvis in a curly trail of dark brown
hair. His hands are rough, calloused, and large, but the right hand is far tougher than its
partner. It's covered in a thick layer of what almost seems to be armour, the man's skin as tough
as leather and twice as hard, yet the flesh moves fluidly with each motion, as though it were
little more than average. This particular appendage is a dark, burnt red, as though his red right
hand was once set ablaze and the scar tissue acts now as a natural defense.
Fire and brimstone. Coal and ash. This man smells like he's been through the depths of Hell and
came back on the other end with the scent embedded into his very being, and yet it's tinged with
the smell of fresh hay and clean horses.
Isaiah is using:
(on left hand) a set of brass knuckles set with razor blades
(shadowing the gaze) (D) (Blood speckled) a pair of red wire-rimmed sunglasses
(lazily) (D) (Blood spattered) a pair of gray Monopoly sweatpants
(haphazardly) (D) (Blood speckled) a mint green Monopoly hoodie
(comfortably) (D) (Blood speckled) a pair of gray Monopoly house slippers
(around his neck) (S) a bullet necklace carved with 'ISAIAH'
(r. middle finger) (S) a platinum band trimmed in diamonds
(in buttonholes) (D) ivory buttons inlaid with diamonds
(l. middle finger) (D) an eerie ring of garnet and brimstone
(glittering) (D) a pair of yellow gold and diamond nipple rings
(about ten) (D) a series of yellow gold tongue studs
(through navel) (D) a gold and diamond rodent piercing
(D) a black, leather and nylon police duty belt, carried
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
finger isaiah
,______________________________________________________________________________,
| Name: Isaiah Reegan |
| Time: Haven time. |
| Place: D&D land every Saturday 6pm-11pm |
| Page: http://havenrpg.net/wiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/IsaiahReegan |
| Idle: 4 minutes 19 seconds |
|______________________________________________________________________________|
You shiver.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Fuck your requests," Isaiah tells Twist firmly, sneering as that Pride finally bursts free as a
woman, of all things, starts making demands of him. Instead he nods towards Wesley as Roxie and A
thoroughly uninteresting looking male are cut loose, sucking up that bloody bit of spittle that had
dribbled down his chin by lapping a tongue that is far too long across the crimson vitae. It's to
Wesley that he speaks, muttering, "Don't make me fuckin' wife watch wha'ever she does ta me. She
needs ta go 'ome," with metallic reds flitting towards Roxie then, a soft, "I love you," offered in
her direction. "I'll be alrigh'. I'm a big boy." He's not a big boy. He's an average-height boy, in
fact, with an average soldier's build. "Go on."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
lok
You shiver.
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , afk, book, job, look, le, log, long, lag, lock, ooc,
plot, to?
help victimize
Title: Victimize
Syntax: Victimize (target) (option)
Syntax: Become Difficult Prisoner
When used without a target, victimize will list all the possible options.
The victimize command allows someone to transfer some life force from a
helpless target to themselves. Each of the options presents a different way
to torment the victim, which will occur the next time the user uses an
emote.
The victim will then get a list of options of how to respond, and inputs a
number to select which one they will use, which also occurs on their next
emote. Victimize always costs the victim the same amount of life force, but
how much is transferred depends on the response chosen, with earlier, lower
number responses transferring more.
The victim has two minutes to make a response, and then 15 minutes to pick
an emote. If they do not make a response, stoic unresponsive will be chosen
for them. If they do not write an emote it will be processed as if they
did. Stoic unresponsive will always fire immediately, not requiring an
emote.
If a victim chooses the stoic unresponsive option twice in a row, they will
immediately transfer as much life force as they could over a prolonged scene
at a limited rate and be flagged as a difficult prisoner. Typing become
difficult prisoner will also flag you this way, but has a slightly higher
cost. Difficult prisoners slowly drain the life force from anyone
roleplaying with them while they are helpless and this flag lasts for three
days.
Using the pass out option similarly transfers as much life force as could be
transferred over a prolonged scene, but does not flag the victim as being a
difficult prisoner.
Lower tier victims provide less life force and characters will also obtain
less when using the same victimize options repeatedly. When using victimize
options that are not themselves mean, they will instead add to the amount
transferred on the next mean action. Supernaturals of higher tier than
their victims transfer lifeforce twice as fast as mundane's given their
ability to also feed on psychic distress.
Any victims in the institute will lose life force as if being fed upon by a
supernatural, but their persecutor will only gain it as if they were human.
They will also gain standing in the institute however. While no official
comment has been made by the Blackfield Corporation confirming this
practice, most figure their discreet promotion of the practice has something
to do with this missing life force.
Attempting to OOCly influence the choices victims or persecutors make, or
attempting to insult or shame players after the fact for the choices they
make, including difficult prisoner choices is a violation of the rules and
will be treated harshly.
Less lifeforce can be obtained through Victimize if the target is being
victimized in the dream scape.
victimize isaiah
Syntax: Victimize (target) (option)
Options:
Mild Pain: e.g. Pinches, slaps, ice cubes.
Severe Pain: e.g. Electrocution, Cutting, Whipping.
Banter: Engage target in normal, casual conversation.
Relief: Relieve some previous pain or discomfort.
Compliment: Give the target some sort of compliment or praise.
Reward: Give the target some sort of nice, pleasurable or rewarding experience.
Question: As the target a non-rhetorical question.
Immediate Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change immediately.
Delayed Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change at some later time when
you are not longer present.
Verbally Tease: Tease the target in such a way as to bring about some mild embarassment.
Verbally Degrade: Degrade the target in such a way as to bring about major embarassment or
humiliation.
Verbally Insult: Insult the target to attempt to cause psychological distress.
Physically Embarass: Do something to the target to cause them some minor embarassment.
Physically Humilate: Do something to the target to cause them some major embarassment or
humiliation.
Emotionally Disturb: Mentally disturb the target without using pain/discomfort such as by exploiting
common or particular phobias. e.g. Insects, darkness, confined spaces.
Physically Discomfort: Cause the victim physical discomfort short of actual pain, such as by being
bound in an uncomfortable or stressful position.
Asphyxiate: Limit or temporarily stop the target's breathing, such as through drowning,
waterboarding, choking, or smothering.
Strain: Put strain on the target's body/muscles, such as by forcing them to stand on tip toes for a
prolonged period.
victimize isaiah question
You prepare to Question Isaiah.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Understood, IAzzy.'
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Izzy.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
The man is quiet, for a while, as Wesley speaks. He looks... Pretty amazed. Brows shoot up on
his otherwise expressionless emerald eyes - but A thoroughly uninteresting looking male nods,
placing an already-bandaged hand over his arm, seeing about the bleeding for a minute as he lets
out a breath. "Don." A thoroughly uninteresting looking male offers Wesley, then. Even if he knew
him. "Thanks." A thoroughly uninteresting looking male repeats to him again.
Recalling something, A thoroughly uninteresting looking male looks over to Falchorn, nodding
towards him. "Hope I didn't hurt you, sir. Sorry." He didn't, A thoroughly uninteresting looking
male is a laughably bad shot. Otherwise, A thoroughly uninteresting looking male's attentions are
on Isaiah and Twist, watching them curiously. Quietly.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
$
"No sorry," Falchorn murmurs very quietly to A thoroughly uninteresting looking male, shaking
his head, his eyes on the ground. "I am no blood. I am... never blood," he says after, looking
away. Wildlings, as Shakespeare in the Park as they are, have a flair for drama.
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Come by Collateral sometime. I'll take a look at that Lewis." Wesley tells A thoroughly
uninteresting looking male in response to the introduction, "Gunsmith by trade." He looks over
towards Isaiah and gives a bit of a shrug, looking to Roxie, "You can sit in the house, if you'd
like. There's a kitchen fully stocked. That way you're nearby for him, and you don't have to go
hungry."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley says (to Roxie), in a less hoarse voice, 'Just don't touch the sheep's stomach, heart,
liver or tongue. I need those.'
emote "Then I guess you'll be sleeping in my basement. Maybe I'll grab your wife in her sleep and
tie her up with you. Along with your sister," @me switches to a more benevolent tone of voice,
sounding utterly -wounded- that @isaiah would be so -mean- as to fuck her requests. "Oh dear. So
tell us, Mr. Isaiah Reegan. What possessed you to adopt a Living Nightmare?" she hums at him a
little sunnier, the Illarin sword in her hands lifting slowly to get a perfect piercing angle were
it to fall 'accidentally' from atop @isaiah's head.
"Then I guess you'll be sleeping in my basement. Maybe I'll grab your wife in her sleep and tie
her up with you. Along with your sister," Twist switches to a more benevolent tone of voice,
sounding utterly -wounded- that Isaiah would be so -mean- as to fuck her requests. "Oh dear. So
tell us, Mr. Isaiah Reegan. What possessed you to adopt a Living Nightmare?" she hums at him a
little sunnier, the Illarin sword in her hands lifting slowly to get a perfect piercing angle were
it to fall 'accidentally' from atop Isaiah's head.
[You attempt to Question Isaiah.]
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Very well. Where?'
remember thoroughly Don
You will now remember A thoroughly uninteresting looking male as Don.
finger don
Don is not a character!
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley slips a slim, black locking knife into a hidden sheath.
Wesley gets an old, beat up phone from a pocket.
Wesley types a 12 word message on their phone.
Wesley removes a pair of modified pistols and slips it into a pocket.
look isaiah
This is a tawny, stoic man with a confident disposition in his late thirties facing away and to
the right.
You would judge him to be a 8.6 out of 10 and he is spattered with blood.
They seem prominent.
He is 5'9" and has unblemished tawny skin, a long and undercut 'do' with sideswept bangs, and
covered eyes.
He is known for working at The Brawling Brothers Pub as a menacing, mysterious presence. You sense
that sex is their weakness. Isaiah is bound hand and foot.
You can see his face, neck, chest, and hands.
His hair seems to be mostly black, clean-shaven on the sides and back but kept a few inches long on
top, the fringe of his bangs neatly swept to the left side of his forehead. With backlighting it is
possible to see the naturally reddish-brown tint the mop actually keeps. His forehead is inherently
smooth, the monotony of it broken up only by the darkness of his furrowed brows and the uneasy
crease between them. The man keeps his jaw like a soldier would, shaven clean and without a hint of
stubble upon his semi-sallow cheeks. Between thin lips are teeth spattered here and there with
golden caps but otherwise perfectly aligned. The same can be said of his nose as well, thin and
straight from bridge to tip. This man's neck is strong, built sturdy from the muscle there but not
overly bulky. A lumpy scar stretches from his Adam's apple to his left ear where apparently an
attempt was made on his life in the past.
A streak of scarred meat cuts a swathe from this man's collarbone straight down his left pectoral,
looking like someone took a swing down his torso with a white-hot sword, or worse.
His chest is muscular, though not broad, and tattooed upon his left pectoral is a navy blue
Catholic cross of Celtic design, old and faded as though once applied it was never retouched. His
core is strong and flat, sparsely covered from diaphragm to pelvis in a curly trail of dark brown
hair. His hands are rough, calloused, and large, but the right hand is far tougher than its
partner. It's covered in a thick layer of what almost seems to be armour, the man's skin as tough
as leather and twice as hard, yet the flesh moves fluidly with each motion, as though it were
little more than average. This particular appendage is a dark, burnt red, as though his red right
hand was once set ablaze and the scar tissue acts now as a natural defense.
Fire and brimstone. Coal and ash. This man smells like he's been through the depths of Hell and
came back on the other end with the scent embedded into his very being, and yet it's tinged with
the smell of fresh hay and clean horses.
Isaiah is using:
(on left hand) a set of brass knuckles set with razor blades
(shadowing the gaze) (D) (Blood speckled) a pair of red wire-rimmed sunglasses
(lazily) (D) (Blood speckled) a pair of gray Monopoly sweatpants
(haphazardly) (D) (Blood speckled) a mint green Monopoly hoodie
(comfortably) (D) (Blood speckled) a pair of gray Monopoly house slippers
(around his neck) (S) a bullet necklace carved with 'ISAIAH'
(r. middle finger) (S) a platinum band trimmed in diamonds
(in buttonholes) (D) ivory buttons inlaid with diamonds
(l. middle finger) (D) an eerie ring of garnet and brimstone
(glittering) (D) a pair of yellow gold and diamond nipple rings
(about ten) (D) a series of yellow gold tongue studs
(through navel) (D) a gold and diamond rodent piercing
(D) a black, leather and nylon police duty belt, carried
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
[General]Jezzi has joined the room.
roomtitle is squatted before the stoic man, a hovering Illarin sword aimed down at his head
Ok.
"Twist," Falchorn says sternly from where he is, as if he's got any kind of authority here.
"Good. Good Twist," he insists towards her, even though he doesn't really comprehend much of what's
happening. Poor old man.
Wesley types a 14 word message on their phone.
Eyes only for Isaiah in those moments, Roxie presses her lips into a thin line when he makes it
plain that she wants her to go. So many words flicker across her porcelain features - words which
go unsaid as she bites them back. Swallows them down. "I love you, too," she whispers back to the
bound Demon instead. The only words she actually offers to him.
How sweet.
But her attention snaps over toward Twist with the bit of speech the other woman offers. With an
effort, she drags her gaze back toward Falchorn and presents to the older man a wan smile. "I hope
you find Naur," she directs to him, quietly, in her West Coast accented lilt. "I hope it's all
worth it." She tries to give his weathered cheek a sweet kiss when she adds on a murmur, "I'm sorry
we weren't more help."
Finally, she glances toward Wesley to say, "Thanks, but we're leaving." She looks to Don, holding
out a hand for him to take.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley says (to Roxie), in a less hoarse voice, 'Not a problem. Sorry we aren't hanging in
better conditions.'
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
You shiver.
The Clocktower chimes: Bong.
"YOU LEAVE ME FUCKIN' WIFE OU' O' THIS!!" Isaiah bellows towards Twist, caring less about the
prospect of himself being captive and more over the potentiality of Roxie being taken. He lunges
forward, or attempts to, anyways, as much as he's bound- but he's still crushingly strong, and he
manages enough of an angle to hock a glob of bloody spit right towards Twist's face. "You fuckin'
bitch," he snaps, then jolts his crimson eyes towards Falchorn, who the Demon clearly blames for
Roxie being in such a predicament now. Not himself, but the old man. He protected Twist, after all.
And now Twist is threatening Roxie. "Traitor," he rumbles out through gritted golden teeth,
careless of the sword that dangles over his head. He's got a fairly tough skull, anyways.
[Isaiah Attempts to lash out physically]
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
Falchorn frowns, though it's a gentle frown when Roxie kisses his cheek. He exhales, and looks
back at Twist, before approaching her with his hand going to his coin purse.
victimize isaiah
Syntax: Victimize (target) (option)
Options:
Mild Pain: e.g. Pinches, slaps, ice cubes.
Severe Pain: e.g. Electrocution, Cutting, Whipping.
Banter: Engage target in normal, casual conversation.
Relief: Relieve some previous pain or discomfort.
Compliment: Give the target some sort of compliment or praise.
Reward: Give the target some sort of nice, pleasurable or rewarding experience.
Question: As the target a non-rhetorical question.
Immediate Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change immediately.
Delayed Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change at some later time when
you are not longer present.
Verbally Tease: Tease the target in such a way as to bring about some mild embarassment.
Verbally Degrade: Degrade the target in such a way as to bring about major embarassment or
humiliation.
Verbally Insult: Insult the target to attempt to cause psychological distress.
Physically Embarass: Do something to the target to cause them some minor embarassment.
Physically Humilate: Do something to the target to cause them some major embarassment or
humiliation.
Emotionally Disturb: Mentally disturb the target without using pain/discomfort such as by exploiting
common or particular phobias. e.g. Insects, darkness, confined spaces.
Physically Discomfort: Cause the victim physical discomfort short of actual pain, such as by being
bound in an uncomfortable or stressful position.
Asphyxiate: Limit or temporarily stop the target's breathing, such as through drowning,
waterboarding, choking, or smothering.
Strain: Put strain on the target's body/muscles, such as by forcing them to stand on tip toes for a
prolonged period.
You shiver.
Falchorn gives you a gold coin.
Even though he's offered a hand, Don looks back at Isaiah - he looks confused, by the entire
thing. Don pauses, for just a moment. Looks over to Twist, maybe like he's about to say something -
before looking over to Wesley and Falchorn. A complicated set of emotions on the man's face as he
stands there for a while. Eventually, the clocktower chimes. Isaiah bellows defiance. Don stands
there, undecided, for a moment, before trusting Roxie. Sliding his hand into hers.
$
Falchorn says (to you), repeating to her after holding out the coin, 'Good Twist.'
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Take it easy you two." Wesley tells Don and Roxie, as if he -hadn't- just shot at them with
murderous intent... or made threats on their lives.
Isaiah is given pause when Roxie kisses his cheek, of course, but that Wrath that now billows in
his eyes like roaring flames overtakes his good judgment and common sense. His love for his wife.
Some things can't be tamped down.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Though Roxie now has Don within her grasp, she hesitates over Isaiah's Wrathful screams. And
over just *where* they are. She was quite out of it when she was first pulled into this mess, after
all. "Wesley... ah..." She looks to him, clearly lost on just how to get out of here.
"Road's that way. Head eastward." Wesley tells Roxie, gesturing to the south.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
victimize
Syntax: Victimize (target) (option)
Options:
Mild Pain: e.g. Pinches, slaps, ice cubes.
Severe Pain: e.g. Electrocution, Cutting, Whipping.
Banter: Engage target in normal, casual conversation.
Relief: Relieve some previous pain or discomfort.
Compliment: Give the target some sort of compliment or praise.
Reward: Give the target some sort of nice, pleasurable or rewarding experience.
Question: As the target a non-rhetorical question.
Immediate Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change immediately.
Delayed Request: Request the target perform some action or behavioral change at some later time when
you are not longer present.
Verbally Tease: Tease the target in such a way as to bring about some mild embarassment.
Verbally Degrade: Degrade the target in such a way as to bring about major embarassment or
humiliation.
Verbally Insult: Insult the target to attempt to cause psychological distress.
Physically Embarass: Do something to the target to cause them some minor embarassment.
Physically Humilate: Do something to the target to cause them some major embarassment or
humiliation.
Emotionally Disturb: Mentally disturb the target without using pain/discomfort such as by exploiting
common or particular phobias. e.g. Insects, darkness, confined spaces.
Physically Discomfort: Cause the victim physical discomfort short of actual pain, such as by being
bound in an uncomfortable or stressful position.
Asphyxiate: Limit or temporarily stop the target's breathing, such as through drowning,
waterboarding, choking, or smothering.
Strain: Put strain on the target's body/muscles, such as by forcing them to stand on tip toes for a
prolonged period.
victimize isaiah physically discomfort
You prepare to Physically Discomfort Isaiah.
She seems reluctant to leave Isaiah like this, really, and her eyes remain upon her husband even
as Roxie takes Don out of here.
Roxie walks away from you.
Don walks away from you.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[1S]Roxie walks to the left.
[1S]Don walks to the left.
[1S-1E]Roxie walks to the left.
[1S-1E]Don walks to the left.
[1S-2E]Roxie walks to the left out of view.
[1S-2E]Don walks to the left out of view.
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "Roxie and Don have been released without so much as a
scratch aside from the fight itself."
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'Roxie and Don have been released without so much as a
scratch aside from the fight itself.'
Your comms say, in a calm, British accent, 'I'm surprised you won.'
emote When @isaiah bellows, @me just finds it all too ticklish. She giggles as though @isaiah were
little more than a roaring kitten trying to be more than it actually was. The spit, actually,
doesn't even hit her face. For some reason it just... hovers there. The gob. Viscous and bloody.
Just as the Korean's grin broadens yet again, @isaiah finds that very same gob of bloody spit --
his own spit -- hitting himself in the eye. "You're far too extra for your own good." When she
finds a gold coin slipped into her fingers, she glances at it and peers up at @falc with a
questioning look. "Hmm? Pay me to stop? But see, he no want stop," she speaks to the guy in
bastardized English.
When Isaiah bellows, Twist just finds it all too ticklish. She giggles as though Isaiah were
little more than a roaring kitten trying to be more than it actually was. The spit, actually,
doesn't even hit her face. For some reason it just... hovers there. The gob. Viscous and bloody.
Just as the Korean's grin broadens yet again, Isaiah finds that very same gob of bloody spit -- his
own spit -- hitting himself in the eye. "You're far too extra for your own good." When she finds a
gold coin slipped into her fingers, she glances at it and peers up at Falchorn with a questioning
look. "Hmm? Pay me to stop? But see, he no want stop," she speaks to the guy in bastardized
English.
[You attempt to Physically Discomfort Isaiah.]
Your comms say, in a calm, British accent, 'Actually no I'm not. Good job'
Wesley says (to you), in a less hoarse voice, 'His sister requests we don't maim him, or fuck
with Sanctuary.'
You shiver.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Do they need a ride?'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "They're headed east down Devilwood, unknown."
Your comms say, in a less hoarse voice, 'They're headed east down Devilwood, unknown.'
ssay Hello, Azariah Reegan? If you're making requests, make them to me directly. Don't use dear
Wesley like a manservant.
You transmit.
You say, with a refined, intellectual delicacy, "Hello, Azariah Reegan? If you're making
requests, make them to me directly. Don't use dear Wesley like a manservant."
You shiver.
Wesley just palms his face for a moment.
help telekinesis
Title: Telekinesis
Levels: 0, 1, 2
Requirements : Rank 1 requires Blade Disciple 1
Rank 2 requires Blade Disciple 2
[Rank One]:
Push : Unspecified range; sends the target 15 distance away from you.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically push objects away from you up to the weight of a large man.
If target is facing you and in cover, they instead remain stationary but are debuffed
as they collide with the cover.
Pull : Unspecified range; brings the target 15 distance closer to you.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically pull objects towards you up to the weight of a large man.
If target is facing you and in cover, they instead remain stationary but are debuffed
as they collide with the cover.
[Rank Two]:
TkLift : Unspecified range; the target is unable to move for one round.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically lift objects, up to the weight of a large man.
TkThrow : Unspecified range; throws a nearby object at the target, inflicting 20 stagger.
Roleplay : You can telekinetically hurl objects up to the weight of a brick around.
TkJump : Self-target; enables use of Super Jumping for one round, or enhances your jump
distance if you already have the power.
Roleplay : You can hurl yourself through the air with telekinesis.
[Last edited March 24, 2022]
See Also: Abilities, Blade Disciple
Wesley says, in a less hoarse voice, "I've been texting her, dearest."
showstat telekinesis
You shiver.
Stat Report:You
You have Telekinesis stat at 2.
It was self mastered.
say to wesley Obviously.
You say (to Wesley), with a refined, intellectual delicacy, 'Obviously.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Your number is unknown to me currently,
and dear Wesley is a friend, not gardly a servant.'
showstat force shield
Stat Report:You
You have Force Shield discipline at 50.
Falchorn purses his lips at Twist, looking down at Isaiah afterwards. "Isaiah," he scolds him
sternly, before looking back up at Twist. "Good Twist," he tries to reinforce. "I help you. You...
sell Isaiah."
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'How do I put things in a duffel bag? :)'
Taking a moment, Wesley looks to Isaiah, "Look man, I get that you're angry and old school with
the chauvinist thing, but c'mon. Breathe a little."
[Guide] Weckums: 'first OPEN BAG then PUT (THING) BAG'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
ssay (with a gilded little chuckle) And yet, listen to us now, sweetheart. Talking. Directly.
You transmit.
You say, with a gilded little chuckle, "And yet, listen to us now, sweetheart. Talking.
Directly. "
You shiver.
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Well. To be more fair to details, an
acquaintance on friendly terms.'
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Yes but I am not particularly able to
focus. If you wish to text, my number is seven one zero two nine seven one.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Guide] Weckums: 'Haven syntax is generally not going to include prepositions'
You shiver.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'And if I wanted to see what was in the bag?'
$
[Guide] Weckums: 'LOOK IN BAG'
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Guide] Weckums: 'In that case, preposition. LOL'
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Ahhhh'
Wesley tells you OOCly 'Anwar being surprised, then unsurprised we won is giving me life rn'
[Guide] Weckums: 'Although... I do think LOOK BAG will show you what's in it, too'
emote After some bickering on the society comms, @me turns her attention right back to @falc while
the sword hovers precariously over @isaiah's thick skull, still. She almost has to look right back
at @falc for his suggestion. His -good- suggestion. Her eyes roll up to the side, to the ceiling,
to the corner. "Hmm. Falchorn smart. More smart today than yesterday, huh?" she finds, teeth into
her lip as she grins. "We sell."
After some bickering on the society comms, Twist turns her attention right back to Falchorn
while the sword hovers precariously over Isaiah's thick skull, still. She almost has to look right
back at Falchorn for his suggestion. His -good- suggestion. Her eyes roll up to the side, to the
ceiling, to the corner. "Hmm. Falchorn smart. More smart today than yesterday, huh?" she finds,
teeth into her lip as she grins. "We sell."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
look phone
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
[Guide] Weckums: 'but some items that doesn't work for, like PC corpses require you to look IN to
see what they are holding.'
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Only tells me the cost'
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Good to know'
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speeddial 26 Azariah 7102971
Selection 26 set to call Azariah on 7102971.
That glob of spit doesn't phase Isaiah. His tongue slips out again, slurping over his own
eyeball with that myriad of piercings, like a lizard, or a toad, perhaps. It curls over his crimson
iris and its lids, swiping them clean like a windshield wiper blade before, like chains dragging
along a textured steel floor, it clinks link by link back within his mouth, swallowing eagerly. He
shudders, even, at the taste, like an addict offered a hit of the good stuff. He strains against
his bindings again- surely a bit of silk and cotton can't contain a man capable of bending steel in
his hands? And yet-
Wesley is heard, but given nothing. Instead it's Falchorn's voice that softens the Demon's
countenance, causing the crumpled, furious state of his face to relax; causing those veins not to
bulge so harshly against his flesh. "..." he breathes out, soft, slow, inhaling through his nose,
exhaling through his mouth. "Falchorn friend," says the Brummie Bastard quietly, letting his arms
relax. "Alrigh', Falchorn... Isaiah calm."
[Isaiah Struggles against their bonds]
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
"Twist sell Isaiah me," Falchorn elaborates, with a shake of his head. "No we sell. You sell,"
he tells her, with a nod at that gold coin, gold coin that isn't legal tender here, but still...
[Guide] Weckums: 'The bag needs to be open to see what's inside'
You shiver.
You shiver.
Wesley stays in his flat-footed squat, just observing the interaction for the time. He smirks at
Isaiah's attempts to get out, "I'm rather amazing with knots."
Stat Report:Wesley
he has Artistic Ability stat at 3.
Artistic Ability: Shibari
Falchorn says (to you), gesturing to the house, 'I help you fight.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
emote Alas. When it becomes clear that @falc wishes to purchase @isaiah with a measly single golden
coin, @Me is giving the old man the flattest look ever. She wets her lips and holds up a finger,
fiddling with her text messages and murmuring, "Why Falchorn want Demon? Demon feel no love. Have
no friend," she snorts at the man. However, when @wes pipes up about that, she croons, "You've got
exceptional skill, darling."
Alas. When it becomes clear that Falchorn wishes to purchase Isaiah with a measly single golden
coin, Twist is giving the old man the flattest look ever. She wets her lips and holds up a finger,
fiddling with her text messages and murmuring, "Why Falchorn want Demon? Demon feel no love. Have
no friend," she snorts at the man. However, when Wesley pipes up about that, she croons, "You've
got exceptional skill, darling."
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
text azariah Azariah Reegan. Finally, you grace my contact book. How much are you willing to pay to
see your brother free in the next five minutes?
Sent.
"What is English, dee-mon?" Falchorn does wonder to Isaiah, frowning in the face of her flat
look. He looks sterner, somehow, not that it's ever affected Twist any.
say to falchorn (seeming to remember just now) Ah. Demon, devil. Crovian.
You say (to Falchorn), seeming to remember just now, 'Ah. Demon, devil. Crovian.'
You shiver.
You shiver.
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
tell wesley lmao that was funny earlier with Anwar yeah
You shiver.
You tell Wesley OOCly 'lmao that was funny earlier with Anwar yeah '
look pho
a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
Your Google Pixel 4a vibrates.
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a Google Pixel 4a
Cost: 600.00
Phone Number: 7103779
[Jan 23 11:11]Wesley: As much as I can, love. I think the other guy talking is Brad.
[Jan 23 11:16]Wesley: I believe Brad's been brainwashed hard by Yawen. But I really would gladly
stab him.
[Jan 23 11:23]Wesley: It isn't goodbye, I can promise that.
[Jan 23 11:30]Wesley: Boston voiced guy is Anwar
[Jan 23 11:31]Wesley: If I die, just make sure to keep yourself safe.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: Yawen claims living nightmare.
[Jan 23 11:34]Wesley: No clue. Don't care.
[Jan 23 11:37]Wesley: Don't care, love.
[Jan 23 11:45]Cat: I know of him. What's up?
[Jan 23 11:47]Cat: 7104738
[Jan 23 13:16]Azariah: He's instructed me not to pay. If he rescinds that order, I'll discuss it
with you Ms. Twist. And indeed, I've heard much but seen little this far. We should have wine and
chat in the near future without all the fuss.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'Odd, everything I put in the bag is now gone.'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
You shiver.
text azariah Alas. I'm not letting him go without compensation for the damages. As it stands, I've
been wounded.
Sent.
Azariah tells you OOCly 'Sorry for OOC but eq just to let you know, am at work and thus super slow.'
text azariah Also, my lovely door has been broken.
Sent.
tell azariah Np!
You tell Azariah OOCly 'Np!'
$
Command not found. Did you mean one of these , ', ,, ., :, b, bl, br, b1, b2, f, fl, fr, hp, le, ne,
nw, r, se, sw, sa, to, up?
[Guide] Weckums: 'Do you by any chance have two bags?'
"Fomorian," Isaiah corrects Twist with a grunt, indicating just which type of Demon he hails
from. He's a fuckin' Oirishman, innit? "I'm a Fomorian. Balor's me grandfather. The Cycops," he
educates, then tilts his head to the side, looking up at Falchorn from behind his sunglasses, which
reveal a glint of the red eyes beyond those shades. That's what she means. Those eyes of his. That
armoured flesh. That vile personality.
[Newbie] Burnside07: 'How can I tell if I got two?'
Your comms say, in a posh and sultry, London-tinted purr, 'Izzy, if you change your mind on the
financials, please let me know. Otherwise I'll stand by your previous order.'
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