You have just entered room "Chat 17251503963857772307."

Sarcazmo47 has entered the room.

Sarcazmo47: I want to lick your face.

AndrewRogue: I'm gonna have to bounce out when plan alpha goes.

AndrewRogue: Delay of plan.

Sarcazmo47: Isn't that a five yard penalty?

AndrewRogue: Yeah.

Dark Japheth: What is Plan Alpha?

Sarcazmo47: You don't have that security clearance.

AndrewRogue: Its a suite member's birthday.

AndrewRogue: We're scaring him shitless.

AndrewRogue: Or, will be at least.

Dark Japheth: I see.

Dark Japheth: You are a retard.

Dark Japheth: :P

AndrewRogue: ;_;

AndrewRogue: So I will just have to disappear temporarily.

Sarcazmo47: So what's up, hoss?

AndrewRogue: So, aside from that, I'm all for game.

Dark Japheth: I'm all for game, until about midnight.

Sarcazmo47: What happens at midnight?

Dark Japheth: My carriage turns back into a pumpkin, my horses to mice, and my wonderful clothes turn back into horrible rags.

Sarcazmo47: I see.

AndrewRogue: ...er.

Dark Japheth: Random thought of the day- Today, I was at the 99 cent store

Dark Japheth: shopping for dignity

Dark Japheth: WHen I found a cane

Sarcazmo47: And then, the mysterious Gorth actually provided the other two guys with information on what the crap was going on!

Dark Japheth: I said to myself "I am a youthful, healthy man who needs no cain!"

Dark Japheth: *cane

Dark Japheth: What the crap was going on when with the what adn the who?

Sarcazmo47: I need no Cain, either, than you very much Mr. Kindred.

Sarcazmo47: With YOU, weirdo.

Dark Japheth: I said Cain, not Caine

Dark Japheth: Pretentious Kine.

Dark Japheth: With me? What was up with me when?

Sarcazmo47: Nevermind.

Sarcazmo47: So.

Sarcazmo47: Dollar store.

Dark Japheth: I found a polished stick with a handle

Dark Japheth: I said "How much is this?" FOr truly, sometimes, even in the dollar store, things are not a mere dollar

Dark Japheth: He smiles, and says "One dollar."

Dark Japheth: I look at a row of canes. They are all well carved and awesome.

Dark Japheth: I had ten dollars. I bought five canes.

Dark Japheth: I came home. My mother looks at me and says "Why do you have canes?" And I realized I had no idea why I wanted a cane.

Dark Japheth: </random>

Sarcazmo47: Interesting.

Sarcazmo47: What's the moral of the story?

Dark Japheth: Sometimes, I waste my money on useless shit on seemingly random whims. I wanted a cane, and now I have a cane.

Dark Japheth: Andrew chime in when you are ready.

Dark Japheth: To pass time, Skocion, got any scenes I owe you?

Sarcazmo47: Why, yes.

Sarcazmo47: The dream sequence after the play.

AndrewRogue: Back.

Dark Japheth: Owned.

Dark Japheth: Anyway.

Dark Japheth: What are we doing exactly?

AndrewRogue: We were doing play and Caracod and Landus and Krist were eating/watching.

AndrewRogue: Skoc was attempting to set his young, impressionable sister up with the Harpy apparently

Dark Japheth: The play continues on strangely enough. I do not have the creativity maintained to do a half-decent script. So it finally ends, and the crowd applauses.

Dark Japheth: ~-~-~BEGIN~-~-~

Dark Japheth: Caradoc looks at you, Landus. "See? Skocion shouldn't have quit theater."

AndrewRogue: "I can see why."

AndrewRogue: *he lazes* "And I can see why he's so good a negotiator." *he smiles*

AndrewRogue: (Sorry, avoided setting the fire alarm off <_<)

Dark Japheth: "What?" She intones, not understanding.

AndrewRogue: "Your brother is a smooth talker."

AndrewRogue: "Buisness deals and all. Eh heh... he feigns everything so perfectly." *idly eats*

Sarcazmo47: Skocion emerges from the back room at this point and makes his way over to the table.

AndrewRogue: "And speak of the devil."

Sarcazmo47: He comes over and sits, letting out a sigh as he does so.

Dark Japheth: Caradoc gives you a hug. "You played a magnificent Roland."

Sarcazmo47: After he gets hugged, of course.

Sarcazmo47: "Thank you, Caradoc. It was a little tense in the third act. I thought I'd forgotten the lines for a momennt there.

Sarcazmo47: "

Sarcazmo47: He looks tired, but satisfied.

Dark Japheth: "You still did well."

AndrewRogue: "I'm disappointed to be honest boss."

Dark Japheth: "Did you ever hear about the guy who wants to rewrite the play?"

Dark Japheth: "As an opera? With a different ending?" She asks.

Sarcazmo47: "Disappointed?"

AndrewRogue: "I was hoping to see you humiliate yourself just once." *he grins*

Sarcazmo47: Then, to his sister, "No, I had not heard anything like that, beyond the fact that the king of Perenolde had hired a new court composer."

Dark Japheth: (Queen.)

Sarcazmo47: Yeah, that.

Dark Japheth: "Some guy. A bard of a sort, from Jolir. Rewriting it as an opera." She sighs.

AndrewRogue: *he snorts* "What a rediculous idea."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "I've never cared for opera. To foppish and egocentric."

Sarcazmo47: "But perhaps the man has a vision."

AndrewRogue: *he nods his assent to the first statement* "I doubt it."

Sarcazmo47: He taps the tabletop a few times. "Well. The performance took more than I thought. I think I'm going to go take a rest.

Sarcazmo47: Do you think you could see that Landus is entertained for the evening until he goes to bed, Caradoc?"

Dark Japheth: "Certainly, Skocion." She looks at you. "Its good to have you back>"

AndrewRogue: (Being hijacked for a minute. BRB)

AndrewRogue: *Landus finishes his meal up until his player returns*

Sarcazmo47: He laughs. "The place is as I remember it."

Sarcazmo47: He stands, nods, and heads off to a room.

Dark Japheth: As you do, a girl walks forward to you.

Dark Japheth: Not that you can see her.

Dark Japheth: http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/s/h/shumate/d arkcity.gif

Dark Japheth: But here's her picture. :P

Sarcazmo47: Uh oh.

Sarcazmo47: Does she look like Niniel?

Dark Japheth: She stops you. "Sir. You are the one who played Roland?" She smiles.

Dark Japheth: She doesn't have wings.

Dark Japheth: She's pretty.

Sarcazmo47: He smiles. "I am."

Dark Japheth: "You were amazing." She smiles at you, and looks rather like a doe in the headlights. "I just wanted to tell you that."

Dark Japheth: "Will you sign my copy of the script?" She holds up a few pages of parchment, and offers you a quill , a feather, and of course, her script.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion laughs easily. "I'd give more credit to the role than the actor. But certainly."

Sarcazmo47: "What name would you like it signed with?"

Dark Japheth: As you take it, she smiles wryly. "But Roland is slightly harder to get an autograph from."

Dark Japheth: "Oh. To Jennifer."

Dark Japheth: Her brown eyes seem to glimmer in the semi-dimmed lights.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion signs it with a flourish and hands it back. "It's not often that someone shows a true appreciation of theater."

Dark Japheth: "Believe me, we fans are more common than decent actors."

Dark Japheth: (I like it that the nicer I make her appear, the more frightened I can feel my PC's being when they read over a log)

Sarcazmo47: He laughs again. "Perhaps you should try your hand at it. You have a beautiful voice."

Dark Japheth: She looks at you and smiles. "Thank you." She blushes.

Sarcazmo47: "Have you been to the Inn before?"

Sarcazmo47: "I could give you a tour, if you'd like."

Dark Japheth: "I'm almost a regular here, Skocion, sir." She smiles. "But I haven't seen you in here before."

Sarcazmo47: He laughs. "Oh, I've been.....busy."

Sarcazmo47: "I'm...well, I suppose you could say I'm the owner."

AndrewRogue: (Sorry)

Dark Japheth: She looks at you. "That would make you Skocion Atrox?"

Sarcazmo47: "It would."

Dark Japheth: She smiles. "Aren't you a baron? What are you doing here?"

Sarcazmo47: "Acting, my dear Jennifer. Acting."

Sarcazmo47: He says it with a bit of grandeur.

Dark Japheth: She smiles. "Well, I have to get back to my table now. It was nice meeting you." She curtseys politely, and does so, unless you stop her.

Sarcazmo47: He does, actually.

Sarcazmo47: He catches her elbow lightly.

Sarcazmo47: "Are you sure you wouldn't like a tour of the upper floors? There are some very intersting things to see up there."

AndrewRogue: WHOAMG SEX'D

Dark Japheth: "...I suppose. Melissa! Jetty! Tell the waiter to pause on the salad, and don't touch my wine." She looks at you. "It appears my schedule just freed up some of my time."

Dark Japheth: Grin.

Sarcazmo47: He smiles. "Well, if you're in a rush, we can hurry."

Dark Japheth: She looks at you. "Nah, I'm not rushed." She smiles. "I need to be home, though, by ten o clock, or my parents will kill me."

Sarcazmo47: He laughs. "We'll keep it in mind."

Sarcazmo47: And away up the stairs!

Dark Japheth: Hmm.

Dark Japheth: For sake of pure amusement

Dark Japheth: Diplomacy check.

*OnlineHost*: Sarcazmo47 rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

Sarcazmo47: ......yup.

Dark Japheth: Yeah, she's naked and in your bed before you make it to the top of the stairs.

Dark Japheth: :P

Sarcazmo47: Yup.

Dark Japheth: Anyhoo, landus. Back to you.

Dark Japheth: :P

Sarcazmo47: Skocion has groupies.

AndrewRogue: Hmmm...

Dark Japheth: Caradoc smiles, and sips from her glass of wine. "So why is my brother trying to set us up?"

AndrewRogue: *he shrugs* "I think Scratch said something to him. Or he feels bad for me."

Dark Japheth: "I see."

AndrewRogue: "So you run this place yourself Cara?"

Dark Japheth: "Well, you know.. if you need to work out some rage, you can always take it out on the one who brought you pain."

AndrewRogue: "I'd love to, but its done."

Dark Japheth: "Oh, yeah. Mostly. My mom technically does, but if it wasn't for me, the employees would get nothing done.

AndrewRogue: *he chuckles* "You get a surprising amount of traffic here it seems."

Dark Japheth: "Skocion used to work here, too."

Dark Japheth: "Father spent all his money on this place, and on buying his title of Noble."

Dark Japheth: "If he hadn't have suffocated, he'd be able to purchase Marquis rank."

Dark Japheth: "From Asgard. But he was greedy and shortsighted."

AndrewRogue: "And then ya'll were left on your own?"

Dark Japheth: "No. Skocion helped out for a year or so."

Dark Japheth: "Then he went blind. And left, shortly thereafter."

AndrewRogue: *he runs a hand through his hair* "Just wasn't satisfied working here?"

Dark Japheth: "He never told me."

AndrewRogue: *he slaps his hand on the table* "Bah, you'd think he'd treat his family better. But enough of boss."

AndrewRogue: "You think you could pour me a glass of that wine Cara?"

Dark Japheth: She smiles, and pours you a glass. "So tell me about yourself."

AndrewRogue: *he shrugs as he sips it* "Not much to tell about myself really." *he smiles* "I'm basically what you see."

Dark Japheth: "There must be some dark mystery to you."

Dark Japheth: "Come on. Its so cliche to be dark and mysterious! All the cool kids are doing it!" She laughs.

AndrewRogue: *he snickers* "No room for someone who just is, huh?"

Dark Japheth: "You've got to understand I'm joking."

AndrewRogue: *he grins* "As am I Cara. I can pick up on jokes."

AndrewRogue: "I'm boring to be honest. All I do now is entertain boss on his buisness and handle things he can't do."

Dark Japheth: "Sense of humor is good." She smiles, and then her face turns bitter as a cloud of smoke from a smoker comes her way, but she powers through. "Thats not boring."

Dark Japheth: "Thats downright kind."

AndrewRogue: *he chuckles as he finishes the glass off* "Not really. Its a job and he pays me for it."

Dark Japheth: "Thats not just it. I'm sure you could find employment elsewhere."

AndrewRogue: *he waves his hand dismissively* "Boss was the best job when I needed it. Now... I suppose I just feel like I owe him something."

AndrewRogue: *he balances the glass on a single finger* "But enough. Why not say something about yourself Cara?"

Dark Japheth: "For what?" She snorts. "Anything he's done for you, others would have done. He wants something."

AndrewRogue: (Strike mine)

Dark Japheth: "I'm short, I'm blonde, I'm spunky, and I work as a waitress. I'm 18 years old, bored, and wish I could go to school."

AndrewRogue: (Or don't :p)

Dark Japheth: No, MINE GETS STRIKEN. Or wait. *shrug*

AndrewRogue: "You should talk to boss about that. Are you really that vital here?"

Dark Japheth: "I'm fairly vital." She smiles. "I do the job of four dishwashers."

AndrewRogue: *he chuckles* "A useful talent indeed. I recommend you get schooling while you still have the chance."

Dark Japheth: "And I can cover as two waitresses." She sighs. "I can't afford it. If I leave, the place falls apart. Most likely."

Dark Japheth: "We can't afford to replace me."

AndrewRogue: *nimbly, he actually begins passing the glass along his fingers as he looks thoughtful*

AndrewRogue: "Maybe... hmm... you basically cover four or so jobs?"

Dark Japheth: "Six, technically. Seven on nights where we perform Tartuffe." SHe sighs.

AndrewRogue: "What's the daily wage?"

Dark Japheth: "About a silver a day. And medical expenses, for the clerics."

AndrewRogue: "That all?"

Dark Japheth: "Yeah. Its not much. But we're saving up."

AndrewRogue: "Oh? For what?"

Dark Japheth: She smiles. "A marquessa title."

AndrewRogue: "Finally attempting to rise to the title?

AndrewRogue: *to a higher title?"

Dark Japheth: "Yeah."

AndrewRogue: "Eh heh... whatcha going to do with it?"

Dark Japheth: "Hopefully, not the same thing as my father."

Dark Japheth: "Choking on a bit of turkey would be a waste of a title.

AndrewRogue: "Eh heh."

AndrewRogue: *he roots about for a moment before producing a bag and tossing it one the table, yawning slightly*

AndrewRogue: "You want it?"

AndrewRogue: *the baggy jingles*

Dark Japheth: "Whats in it?" SHe looks.

AndrewRogue: "Stuff I don't need."

Dark Japheth: She looks inside, and gasps. "...What?"

Dark Japheth: "What is this for?"

AndrewRogue: "A tip I suppose. It just weighs me down really. Boss takes care of my needs, and I got nothing to spend my pay on."

Dark Japheth: She looks at you, totally confused. "...you aren't joking."

AndrewRogue: "I have nothing to spend it on anymore."

Dark Japheth: "So why me?"

AndrewRogue: "You're sitting here. I dunno, wanna bring the rest of the whine bottle here too?"

AndrewRogue: *wine

Dark Japheth: She stands up and rushes to get it, and brings it back.

Dark Japheth: "You... are kind."

AndrewRogue: *he shrugs as he pours it into his glass* "Not really."

Dark Japheth: "No, you are." Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, or specifically, around you. "You are a kind person at heart. I see that."

Sarcazmo47: I think it's time for Landus to start flexing.

AndrewRogue: *he chuckles* "You can see that eh?"

Dark Japheth: "I can."

Dark Japheth: "Why do you travel with him? He leads you down paths you'd rather not tread."

AndrewRogue: "Because I needed what was at the end of those paths."

Dark Japheth: She sighs. "You are kind. What do you want me to do with this money?"

AndrewRogue: *he shrugs* "Whatever you want with Cara. Like I said, I don't need it anymore. Its purposeless now. All it does is weigh me down when I need to be swift on me feet."

Dark Japheth: She kisses you on the cheek. "You are too sweet."

AndrewRogue: *he waves his hand dismissively again* "You give me credit I don't deserve Cara. You really should speak with your brother about financial aide though."

Dark Japheth: "He wouldn't help. He's said so before. I won't ask him again. But thank you."

AndrewRogue: "Eh heh... you're welcome." *he shrugs* "If you really want, I can probably send you something monthly."

Dark Japheth: "That won't be necessary. Landus, I don't know how I can repay you."

Sarcazmo47: How much did you give the woman?

Dark Japheth: She's your sister, not "the woman."

Dark Japheth: :P

AndrewRogue: "Eh heh... make yourself happy with it I guess."

Sarcazmo47: Meh.

AndrewRogue: (Enough that logically she should be Landu's slave.)

AndrewRogue: *Landus's even

Sarcazmo47: You have that much?

Dark Japheth: Yeah, add Caradoc Atrox to your list of Major Contacts.

AndrewRogue: You kept funneling it away to us occasionally. I saved it.

Sarcazmo47: What, you gave it ALL away?

AndrewRogue: Not all.

Dark Japheth: "I'll join one of the colleges here. Probably engineering."

AndrewRogue: *he smiles as he pours himself another glass* "Good."

Dark Japheth: Your night goes well, but I tire of roleplaying this girl who is so clearly neutral good it sickens me.

Dark Japheth: So hell, we'll go with a diplomacy check.

*OnlineHost*: AndrewRogue rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

AndrewRogue: 16 with the Empathy bonus <_<

Dark Japheth: lol.

Dark Japheth: Your night is pleasant. A little gentle flirting but nothing tremendous like a handjob under the table or something. Not on par with Skocions +50 or so diplomacy earlier

AndrewRogue: Awww ;_;

AndrewRogue: *boots Landus for being a loser*

Dark Japheth: Lol.

Sarcazmo47: Don't feel bad.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion's like a Bard. It's what he does.

Dark Japheth: And he rolled a 20

AndrewRogue: Curse my Monk/Rogue levels!

Dark Japheth: Hey, random- do you remember to get the girl home by ten?

Dark Japheth: >.>

AndrewRogue: XD

Sarcazmo47: Yes.

Sarcazmo47: Yes he does.

*OnlineHost*: Sarcazmo47 rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

Sarcazmo47: Meh.

Sarcazmo47: 10:15.

Dark Japheth: Heh.

Sarcazmo47: Will we do Golgotha now, or will that happen at a later date?

Dark Japheth: Heh heh heh.

Dark Japheth: Its up to you.

Sarcazmo47: NOW'D

AndrewRogue: That is somehow going to get us killed, being 15 minutes late.

Sarcazmo47: Or something.

Sarcazmo47: "You slept with my daughter you bastard!"

Sarcazmo47: "...Hey, look! Something!"

AndrewRogue: (Watches Skocion Diplomacy him too)

AndrewRogue: (<_<)

Dark Japheth: Heh heh heh.

Dark Japheth: Start your dream. You are immediately in the clock room, and scratch is smiling at the Ta'bael board. "I hear you have important business with your boss."

Dark Japheth: He smiles. "You have time for a game?"

Sarcazmo47: Skocion snorts. "He didn't set a time...but I imagine it would be a bad idea to keep him waiting."

Dark Japheth: "Probably."

Sarcazmo47: "So, sure, let's play a game."

Sarcazmo47: He strolls over.

Dark Japheth: He smiles. "King or illuminator?"

Sarcazmo47: "Oh, you're the king, gramps."

Dark Japheth: He sighs. "Neither you nor Caradoc let me be the illuminators." He smiles, though.

Dark Japheth: "So whos this girl you are sleeping with? And why are you breaking the law to do so?" He asks, studying the board.

Sarcazmo47: "Eh? I must have missed that law."

Sarcazmo47: "I don't know. Some girl."

Sarcazmo47: He doesn't waste time, and immediately starts the game.

Dark Japheth: "She's fifteen."

AndrewRogue: (Skocion = Kobe?)

Dark Japheth: "And a student of languages at the academy." He moves a few pieces, but isn't paying much attention to the game, you don't think.

Dark Japheth: She was plenty willin', Ratched, so willing I took to sewing my pants shut. Woulda worn me to a frazzle. She would trip me and fall under me, thats what she'd do.

Dark Japheth: </macmurphy>

Sarcazmo47: "That's great."

Dark Japheth: "Congratulations, I suppose."

Sarcazmo47: "For what?"

Dark Japheth: "Succeeding?" He searches for a word. "Conquoring?"

Sarcazmo47: He snorts.

Sarcazmo47: "Try distracting myself."

Dark Japheth: "Understandably."

Dark Japheth: "Meeting with your high priest is going to send jitters down anyone's spine."

Sarcazmo47: "Anyway. Any advice to offer on my next appointment?"

Dark Japheth: "Pray." He finishes, easily escaping this round, and then he steps into the doors of one of his grandfather clocks. And is gone.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion ponders that for a moment.

Sarcazmo47: Then does so.

Sarcazmo47: And, after completing that, closes his dream-eyes and thinks of the Plain Of The Skull.

Dark Japheth: And you are now in a simple room, surrounded by bursts of flame, pools of magma, and similarly disturbing things.

Sarcazmo47: It's hot.

Dark Japheth: Upon a throne, carved equisetly from bone (with two seats) is one being, sitting in the right chair. He holds a trident, facing down, and his features are veiled in shadows.

Dark Japheth: A pentagram glows from around his neck, and he is clearly garbed in black full plate, with red spikes jutting from it.

Dark Japheth: "So. Baron Atrox. You know why I have called you here?" His voice rings with authority.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion goes to one knee and lowers his eyes.

Sarcazmo47: "I do not, great lord."

Dark Japheth: "You have lied."

Dark Japheth: "Explain the circumstances and I might let you live, with penance."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks. "I was deceived."

Dark Japheth: "Were you?"

Sarcazmo47: "My own nature was concealed from me."

Sarcazmo47: He gathers his breath and reports, tersely. "A relative of mine accused me of something I have no memory of. I denied it."

Sarcazmo47: "It would appear they were correct."

Dark Japheth: "This is not what I am referring to."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks.

Sarcazmo47: "Then I do not understand."

Dark Japheth: "Baron, a lie out of not knowing the truth is not considered a lie in my eyes, although the Dark Father might disagree."

Dark Japheth: "But did you not take the part in a play?" He grins, clearly.

Sarcazmo47: Skocion coughs. "I did, my lord."

Dark Japheth: "Then you have lied. For you are not Roland, nor do you fight against the control of the ruling class."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion coughs again. "If I may, my lord."

AndrewRogue: (Ouch)

Dark Japheth: "Do you truly, honestly repent?" The head paladin, his form wreathed in shadow, smiles at you. "Go ahead. Plead your case."

Sarcazmo47: He clearly takes the time to choose carefully.

Sarcazmo47: "Skocion Atrox did not lie. The words were the words of Roland, Prince Of Ariat - and he believed them, and meant them.

Sarcazmo47: That Roland does not have a body is irrelevant - he lives, perhaps more strongly as an ideal than as a person."

Sarcazmo47: "Have you ever been involved in theater, my lord?"

Dark Japheth: "No." His voice is raspy. "I have never hidden the service to my Dark Father. I have always obeyed, as an Unrepentant."

Dark Japheth: "I have no use for the theater. Only truth."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion nods. "I am not the wisest of men, my lord. But the power of art is undeniable, whether desireable or not. Prince Roland lives, and Skocion Atrox was gone when Roland stepped upon the stage.

Sarcazmo47: He spoke and fought and died there, and I did not."

Dark Japheth: "All art is fiction, Skocion."

Dark Japheth: "If what you say is true either way, then you presented yourself falsely as a being who not only did not exist, but also spoke things truly against what you yourself must believe in."

Sarcazmo47: "My lord...I do not see the world as you do. In point of fact, I do not see the world at all. But it is there, whether I be blind and you see, or be both of be blind, or both of us see.

Sarcazmo47: What is is, and not all of it is physical."

Sarcazmo47: "Roland Of Ariat exists, and what he is is a truth of this world. One that we of the church often fail to recognize."

Sarcazmo47: "And it is the fact that we refuse to see the truths that we do not like that bring us low."

Sarcazmo47: He bows lower.

Sarcazmo47: "Forgive me, my lord. I speak rashly."

Dark Japheth: "You do indeed."

Sarcazmo47: He waits to see of the man will invite further discussion, or will pronounce his decision.

Sarcazmo47: It doesn't do to push.

Dark Japheth: Smart.

Dark Japheth: "...I have made a decision."

Dark Japheth: "Tomorrow, if you do not seek your priest at sundown exactly.."

Dark Japheth: "You will never again hear by the dark lords graces."

Dark Japheth: "Until you are atoned, you will be unable to call upon anything we have taught you to do."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion simply bows a little lower.

Dark Japheth: "The Priest will deem your penance. I will personally recommend lashings, and firebathing."

Dark Japheth: "You are free to go, Skocion Atrox."

Sarcazmo47: Skocion goes.

Sarcazmo47: I think we're done for the night.

Dark Japheth: Indeed.

Sarcazmo47: Cause I'm about fifteen minutes away from complete unconciousness.

Dark Japheth: XP- 700 for both of you.

AndrewRogue: Whee.

Dark Japheth: ~-~-~END~-~-~

Dark Japheth: Any last comments?

AndrewRogue: WHOAMG SO NOT CLOSE TO LEVELLING

AndrewRogue: <_<

Sarcazmo47: It coulda been worse.

AndrewRogue: Ahem.

Sarcazmo47: He coulda been demoted.

AndrewRogue: I can see why Skocion gave up the theatre.

AndrewRogue: <_<

Sarcazmo47: Now he can, too.

Sarcazmo47: Man.

Sarcazmo47: No appreciation of the arts.

AndrewRogue: Heh.

Dark Japheth: Well.

Dark Japheth: You first off tried to bullshit the masters of bullshit

Dark Japheth: That would never work.

Dark Japheth: Second, you were dealing with someone who hasn't interacted with humans stronger than him for nearly two decades.

Dark Japheth: He's not used to arguments back. or having to suck up. Or having to hide.

Sarcazmo47: Hey, waitaminute. He wasn't bulshitting!

Dark Japheth: :P

Sarcazmo47: He was being a liberal arts major.

Dark Japheth: A ferocious dot. dot. dot. is all you get.

Sarcazmo47: Anyway.

Sarcazmo47: Sleepytime.

AndrewRogue: <_<

AndrewRogue: G'night then.

Sarcazmo47 has left the room.