Quick find:


Clerks of Sable and Thrace [threshold] The Three Groupings for Clan
     Challenges:
     
     PLATINUM:
      Viam Vitae
      Marsmen
      Vanguard
      Sodal'itas Aeternus
      Nightfall
     
     GOLD:
      Kursik's Voyagers
      3FC
      Sanctus
      Nihil
      Derratum
     
     SILVER:
      Marauders
      PLU
      Serenity
      Arimaya
      CPC
      Saorsa
      Any and all other clans.
Clerks of Sable and Thrace [threshold] That completes this year's clan
     dominance Audience. The King and Emperor have already set forth their
     challenges for next year. Good luck!

Vyrn [threshold] Thank you Big Daddy Borgia! You're the best King a dwarf
     could have!


The Emperor of Thrace gives everyone in the empire bountiful feast


[threshold] Enthen exclaims, "BE IT KING BORGIA's WILL!"


King Borgia gives everyone in the kingdom tankard of Green Griffon Ale


[threshold] Jibrael declares, "BY THE GRACE OF EMPEROR RENDEL!"
[threshold] Ketazara declares, "BY THE GRACE OF EMPEROR RENDEL!"
[threshold] Aleric declares, "BY THE GRACE OF EMPEROR RENDEL!"
[threshold] Sunda declares, "BY THE GRACE OF EMPEROR RENDEL!"
[threshold] Niobe declares, "BY THE GRACE OF EMPEROR RENDEL!"
[threshold] Aleric exclaims, "BE IT KING BORGIA's WILL!"
Ketazara [threshold] LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!!
Enthen [threshold] Disrepectful
[threshold] Sunda exclaims, "BE IT KING BORGIA's WILL!"
[threshold] Govahn exclaims, "BE IT KING BORGIA's WILL!"
Enthen [threshold] The King gifts even the thracians and this is how he is
     thanked
Ketazara [threshold] Apparently when the Emperor gives everyone food we
     cannot praise the grace of our emperor now?
Enthen [threshold] I apologize I missed such a gift
Ketazara [threshold] Perhaps you should learn to pay attention before
     running your mouth then.
Enthen [threshold] Hmmmmm....
Enthen [threshold] Perhaps I should.

Belphegore bellows: You're just going to take that insult, Enthen? Fire
     back. Don't let facts get in the way. Facts are for pussies.

[threshold] Ketazara throws her head back and cackles with glee
Toron [threshold] PRAISE BE TO BELPHEGORE!!!
Ketazara [threshold] PRAISE TO THE LORD OF FIRE!!
Enthen [threshold] I apologize Lord Belphegore, but a wise man must admit
     when he is wrong

Belphegore bellows: Wisdom is for pussies.

Loviatar roars: ?

Everon [threshold] Only the wise learn from their actions and triumph in
     the end
[PSION] Scipio groans
Ydyl [threshold] And this is how the Gorian faith was put to rest, before.
Toron [threshold] Only the battle tested learn and triumph in the end!

Bast echoes: Erosia is 10th place and I am dominant. When does the triumph
     happen, Enthen?


              Bast smiles upon the realm of Threshold and, in her            
              divine benevolence, bestows healing upon the realm!            


Khalid [threshold] praise our Lady Bast!
Sahduin [threshold] Praise be to the Lady of Pleasure!

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       Tempest has become the most favored religion throughout Threshold!      

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Yubae [threshold] Praise Bast!
Enthen [threshold] This will not remain so Lady Bast. I promise You this

Tempest booms: You were saying?

Yanda [threshold] Praise be to Tempest!

Bast echoes: More than happy to snuggle up with you, Tempest. I'll enjoy
     being right beneath you for a bit, though I look forward to climbing
     back on top of you soon.

Ketazara [threshold] Oh believe me, We will have Lord Belphegore leading
     again as we did Last week. I will be sure of this!
Ketazara [threshold] Glory will be to the Lord of Fire!
[threshold] Ketazara throws her head back and cackles with glee

Kylamane whispers: Oh no, it's retarded...

Ketazara [threshold] Come, Let us Warm you by our Fires
Vashlynn [threshold] Don't worry, Ketazara, Her ice will kill your fire.
[threshold] Ketazara throws her head back and cackles with glee
Ketazara [threshold] You do live up to the title of 'Hopeful' don't you?
Aleric [threshold] when the fires burn down in the middle of the night, our
     lady kylamane will be there to embrace you in the chilled breeze
     underneath the moon.
Enthen [threshold] Everybody love everyone... common guys
[threshold] Yubae sticks her finger in her mouth, making sick, gagging
     sounds.
Sunda [threshold] Everyone is welcome by the warm hearthfires of Herastia!
Vashlynn [threshold] Love....seems like a distraction.
Ketazara [threshold] Our fires will rage on, Aleric. Will warm you and fill
     you with vigor to rush into the heat of battle to bathe in the blood
     of your enemies!

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        Bast has become the most favored religion throughout Threshold!        

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Vashlynn [threshold] I would like to see how well your little flame holds
     up in the middle of a blizzard when more than just your 'rage' is
     being tested.
Aleric [threshold] and we'll slip in the dead of the night to fill your
     hearts with the ice of winter, to allow the moon light to glint off
     our blades as we so sweetly take the life and drain it away with
     little care to the emotion that you so loudly thrive upon.

Bast echoes: And there I am, riding on top yet again. How's the view Lord
     Tempest?

Tempest booms: I cannot complain about the view. But if you want me
     satisfied, that will only be possible when I am once more mounted in
     my rightful place.

Ketazara [threshold] At the bottom of the pile? Good to know.

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Ketazara stares in horror toward the Aether as she experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Tempest. Ketazara's skin begins
to bubble and pop as festering sores open up on her skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. Her organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as her body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Ketazara's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Ketazara is enduring. You double over and
fall to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to
visit the land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Ketazara's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the
ground. Where she once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul
smelling stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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Yanda [threshold] Glory to Lord Tempest!

Belphegore bellows: Hmmm. Maybe sometimes wisdom should prevail. Like when
     mortals think about sassing gods.

Ydyl [threshold] Begging of pardons, Lord Belphegore, White Lady, Honored
     Tempest. Am shamed for my peoples and beg humble pardon for the hubris
     in addressing your divinity so freely.



Vivoria whispers: It would appear I am third in favor this cycle. Well
     done, my worshippers. Representative of my church: Let your words
     reach out to all of your kind, throughout the Threshold of this world.
     Speak what you wish.

Dainn [threshold] The Church of Vivoria thanks the Goddess of Healing and
     Life for all her gifts. For ourselves, we ask nothing. For the people
     of the realm, we humbly request that those who pay tribute to Vivoria
     by praying in the narthex receive enhanced regenerative healing or a
     similar blessing for a period of time. This will serve to remind
     mortals of your generousity and gifts you bestow upon us as they pay
     tribute to Her.

Vivoria whispers: This is a wonderful request. I will decide exactly how
     much power I intend to channel towards this, but once I have made the
     decision, all mortals who pray in the narthex of my temple will
     receive temporary health regeneration as they are filled with the
     Blessing of my Countenance. This will last until the next reset of
     favor.

Tempest booms: At long last, my church has achieved my nearly rightful
     place. Well done, Tempestians. Speak your wish.

Impediores [threshold] God of War, Your recognition gives us, Your
     warriors, pride beyond measure. While our brainstorming was
     resourceful, our discussions and careful planning led us to the
     following deliberation: we believe that our celebration for this
     moment must be decorated by a realm-wide Tempestian boon, whereas
     adventurers across the realm would feel Your blessing at the end of
     each battle and - if you would so gracefully accept - gain more
     knowledge, should they overcome their challenge. Tradesmen would also
     learn more from their craft.

Tempest booms: An interesting request. I am hesitant, because it sounds
     more like a request for personal power than the aggrandizement of my
     name, and it also doesn't feel terribly Tempestian, but this one time
     I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Approximately 6 weeks hence,
     for a period of 6 weeks, I will bless the land with a boon to the
     knowledge they learn from combat and crafting.


System message from Aristotle at Mon Oct  9 22:34:24 2017:
Double XP weekend...

October 13-16.

Courtesy of Tempest :P

Impediores [threshold] Thank you, God of War. Praise Tempest!

Tempest booms: But for the Gethsemanites... Nothing.


System message from Aristotle at Mon Oct  9 22:36:42 2017:
Except for Geths

Impediores [threshold] Forges around the world, let your steam roar from
     within, let your anvils play the tune of crushed, harnessed steel.
     Brace your shields, Warriors, and raise your blades, for the God of
     War has spoken. Grounds break and shatter before Him, He whose Word is
     resolute, determined and absolute.

Tempest booms: Tempestians, I am only disappointed in you for two things
     this cycle. 1) That I am not first. 2) That I had to do the obvious
     thing for you. Your request should have excluded Geths in the first
     place.

Impediores [threshold] The Mortisians have proven to be worthy adversaries.
     We have prepared to thwart them next cycle.

Lord Mortis whispers: Well, well. I find myself in an all too familiar and
     wonderful position. Is a representiative of the most favored church
     ready to speak once more?

Varlux [threshold] For countless years at the mere whisper of your name,
     people recoiled in fear. As Your clergy moved throughout the realm,
     they were met with fearful resistance. The sight of Your glorious
     symbol sent icy chills up spines. Ignorance of Your Glory and Your
     teachings ran rampant in the realm and sadly the people lived in fear
     of You. However, this day we rejoice as the winds of change blow
     through the realm and Your words and glory are brought into a new
     light. A light of understanding and comprehension of the splendor of
     Your gifts and teachings.
Varlux [threshold] While Your faithful stand in great appreciation of the
     boon You are offering, we live only to serve You. We serve not for
     reward or gifts. We serve simply for our devotion and faith in You. We
     serve because it is who we are and requires no reward for following
     our feet to Your throne and Your glory. All we hope for as your humble
     servants is when You turn Your gaze upon us that we prove worthy in
     Your eyes.
Varlux [threshold] As such, Your devoted ask nothing for ourselves as we
     already have everything we need in You. We instead humbly ask to grant
     this boon upon the entirety of the realm. If it pleases You my Lord, I
     humbly request that for a time of Your choosing, Your devout may call
     upon Your name, to flood Your power throughout the realm, healing the
     sick and wounded, and refreshing the weary. That they should know Your
     power and glory, and Your wish for us, to live a fulfilled life here
     before accepting Your eternal embrace into Your kingdom.
Varlux [threshold] May all come to find comfort in Your name and the
     comfort in death and Your final embrace. For Death... Is the
     inevitable and ultimate truth. It is a war that no being can win. No
     amount of rage can withstand it. No magic can defeat it. The night
     cannot hide from it. Love cannot overcome it. It is the ultimate
     freedom from any pain or vice. The perfect home against all weather.
     Be it the cold bitter of winter or the warmth of summer. Death is life
     eternal.
[threshold] Proclamation from the Church of Gethsemane:
     
     We trust our good friend and the one responsible for bringing back
     Gethsemane int he first place, the humble priest Impediores, will join
     us in noit sharing Tempest's boon! United together again, Impy and the
     Geths!

Lord Mortis whispers: I applaud your reasonining but that really is not my
     domain, and is in fact specifically the domain of another deity,
     Vivoria.

Varlux [threshold] I am humbled my Lord and sought only to enlighten those
     who would not understand Your desire for us to come to You after a
     fulfilled life.
Varlux [threshold] As such, If it should please You my Lord, I would ask
     that all mortals may share for a length of time of Your choosing the
     connection to Your greatness as we do. That they may fall upon their
     knees and reach out in prayer to You, at any point and any location as
     Your devoted faithful can so they may give the praise, worship, and
     prayer deserving of You.
Varlux [threshold] That those who may be to sick to travel or wounded on
     the field of battle to survive, or the like may thank You in a
     personal way, for the grand gift they are about to recieve for You.

Lord Mortis whispers: Sorry, I almost died myself from boredom from
     pondering that request. You are in 1st place. Can't you do better?

Varlux [threshold] My Lord, forgive Your humble servant who falls short of
     Your glory, if I might ask for one more thing, if You see it right to
     allow such

Varlux [threshold] as of late, the realm has been plague'd of invasions
     upon our cities. May have fallen in defense of these cities. Needless
     slaughter from forces working against us. I humbly ask that a boon be
     granted to all the realm, that while we defend the cities, those who
     fall in battle may be free from the suffering of returning to this
     realm. This boon will be given to all people of the realm save me. i
     shall abstain from this gift, in pentance of falling short before You
     my Lord.

Lord Mortis whispers: I love invasions. No.

Jiawyn [threshold] My Lord, the Tempestians have challenged us. While we
     are more than capable of maintaining Your position, pray, have our
     fires burn twice as hot for one season, so we may sacrifice to Your
     glory twice as fast. Have them eat their words to think they could
     ever take top favor from this congregation.

Lord Mortis whispers: Well, well now... I like the spirit of competition. I
     will make the Fires of Sacrifice burn faster, but twice as hot might
     be too demoralizing for the others. Perhaps... hmm... one quarter
     hotter. We don't want the weaker churches to feel like it is hopeless.
     Even though history seems to show it pretty much is.


Lord Mortis whispers: The gauntlet is thrown down. The Battle for Favor
     begins anew. Remember that this cycle will be slightly shorter than
     the last few, due to cosmic patterns that fluctuate occasionally.


Lord Mortis whispers: Due to the advantage my church has, and the challenge
     they have put forth, if I finish third or worse, I will instead grant
     no boon to my church and instead will enact a penance upon them.



Erosia intones: As a final message from the Aether, we hope you mortals
     will take notice of these groupings, and become more aware that your
     fraternizations need to become more appropriate. There are too many
     mortals flitting about quixotically thinking they can be friends and
     allies with everyone. That is untrue. There are enemies all around us
     and they must not be aided or closely associated with.


Erosia intones: We Gods of the Aether believe fraternizing with enemies
     frayed the true bonds between mortals, and contributed to the fragile
     nature of the former Universe many of us inhabited.

Govahn [threshold] i do not believe my ears, is not the aether strengthened
     by unity?

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Govahn stares in horror toward the Aether as he experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Erosia. Govahn's skin begins to
bubble and pop as festering sores open up on his skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. His organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as his body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Govahn's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Govahn is enduring. You double over and fall
to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to visit the
land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Govahn's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the
ground. Where he once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul
smelling stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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Govahn [threshold] really? i was alwawys taught the stability and balance
     of the aether was important
Frobozz [threshold] I've never really put much stock in fate, but you're
     clearly fated to be the fool

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Govahn stares in horror toward the Aether as he experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Erosia. Govahn's skin begins to
bubble and pop as festering sores open up on his skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. His organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as his body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Govahn's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Govahn is enduring. You double over and fall
to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to visit the
land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Govahn's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the
ground. Where he once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul
smelling stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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Rosuav [threshold] Insanity is defined as doing the same thing twice and
     expecting results. You are not a psion, last I checked, so I don't
     think insanity of that level is considered normal.
Rosuav [threshold] Expecting different results.
[PSION] Jibrael agrees wholeheartedly.
[PSION] Morluna purrs at Rosuav softly.
[Herastia] Sunda giggles at Rosuav
[PSION] Corliss agrees wholeheartedly with Rosuav
[PSION] Jibrael cheers enthusiastically for Rosuav
Enthen [threshold] And I thought my tongue got me in trouble.
[PSION] Aylana muses: I agree but it was fun to watch for me.
Sahduin [threshold] The Church of Chronos apologises deeply for the utter
     foolishness of the words of Govahn. His death twice over was well
     deserved.
[PSION] Rosuav grins at Aylana
[Herastia] Rosuav grins
Govahn [threshold] so in all my years of being told that aether depended on
     tyhe gods, and the gods depended on tyhe mortals and there was to be a
     balance, even in the last cleansing and strengheningh balance was the
     topic of such importance>

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Govahn stares in horror toward the Aether as he experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Erosia. Govahn's skin begins to
bubble and pop as festering sores open up on his skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. His organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as his body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Govahn's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Govahn is enduring. You double over and fall
to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to visit the
land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Govahn's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the
ground. Where he once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul
smelling stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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[PSION] Aylana muses: Aright three times it is getting old now but still a
        little entertaining to watch him melt.
Rosuav [threshold] Can Govahn please be inducted as an honorary psion? We
     have not seen insanity of this level since the days when neuron stew
     was a weekly event.
[PSION] Gorn muses: Gods..how can even a warrior be so blatantly stupid.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: You musn't deface our name!
[PSION] Jibrael muses: No no!
[PSION] Jibrael muses: Arrogance is duty and obligation!
Kerrida tells you: Thank you for that laugh.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Jib, maybe we could trade for Eidenhoek. That'd be an
        improvement.
To Kerrida secretly: Rosuav grins
[Herastia] Sunda: You might wanna get him into a straight jacket and just study
           his brain
[PSION] Jibrael rolls on the floor laughing
[Herastia] Rosuav grins
[PSION] Aylana muses: I back this trade.

Gethsemane declares: No wonder this "Chronos" deity doesn't exist. If I
     peered into this universe and saw that, I'd stay nice and cozy in the
     void. Less painful there.

Govahn [threshold] Lord Mortis do you not remember your question to Chronos
     and Calypso about balance?
[PSION] Gorn muses: There is a strong difference between insanity a common
        psion trait and willful self harming.

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Govahn stares in horror toward the Aether as he experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Mortis. Govahn's skin begins to
bubble and pop as festering sores open up on his skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. His organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as his body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Govahn's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Govahn is enduring. You double over and fall
to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to visit the
land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Govahn's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the
ground. Where he once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul
smelling stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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Juventus [threshold] Please stop talking.
[PSION] Rosuav nods
[PSION] Rosuav muses: He's crossed the line now.
[PSION] Rosuav boggles at the concept
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Sunda suggests that we straitjacket him and study his
        brain.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: (What there is of it.)

Lord Set proclaims: The next time Govahn speaks to the world, I will strike
     down someone he cares about.

Lord Set proclaims: We Gods have looked away at this cult of people
     believing in some "Chronos" deity. Perhaps for too long? The
     Multiverse has been in tumult, so we ignored this blasphemy just in
     case there really was some "Chronos" deity in another universe, and
     perhaps if so, his/her followers could call to her. But if this
     Govahn's behavior is what we can expect from this failed cult, then
     perhaps the time has finally come to stamp it out.

Lord Set proclaims: Govahn's behavior has now drawn the full gaze of the
     Aether, and our gaze can be terrible. We are now putting this cult
     under review and consideration for absolute annihilation.
     Congratulations Govahn.

Gethsemane declares: Hahahahahaha. I imagine your fellow cult members are
     thrilled, Govahn. Well done!



-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Anyone know how to send a dot in Blowtorch (to end
            paragraph mode)?
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: I'm asking for, uhh, a friend.
-{Citizen}- Regus: Cant. Doesnt work.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Stupid mobiles.
-{Citizen}- Corliss: there is away, but it was complicated, if I remember
            correctly

... and may not even work too well...



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-{Citizen}- Etrival: I think Olivia likes her KitNipBox.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: Who is Olivia?
-{Citizen}- Etrival: My cat.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: Last name,  Twist?  :P
-{Citizen}- Karal: Sir K. fucking Itten
-{Citizen}- Khalid: first Etrival needs to make her a surcoat. Then she can
            have a surname.
-{Citizen}- Karal: Are you sur?
-{Citizen}- Alumsaye chuckles
-{Citizen}- Khalid: very - it's a big sur.
-{Citizen}- Karal: Sur-prising.
-{Citizen}- Leveth places his face in his open palm despairingly.
-{Citizen}- Khalid: it's understandable. We're openly punning, but if we do
            it secretly, things get surrepitious
-{Citizen}- Rosuav looks out at citizen, surveying the punscape
-{Citizen}- Karal: Good day good sur.
-{Citizen}- Karal pats Rosuav on the back
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Be careful, Karal, you're surrounded here
-{Citizen}- Everon grins at Rosuav
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: I know, Everon. It's getting surreal.
-{Citizen}- Everon agrees wholeheartedly with Rosuav
-{Citizen}- Khalid: it certainly is
-{Citizen}- Karal: Oh my. I needed over sur-ty seconds to come up with a
            counter.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: I wish Vrai were here. We need some surly responses.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: I counter your counter with . . just kitchen counter.
            :P
-{Citizen}- Karal: Kitchen counter? Where's my s- *ducks out*
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Alright. Unless there's a sudden surge of responses,
            I'm going to cease this surfeit of puns.
-{Citizen}- Khalid: so you're going to put a surcharge on puns, Ros?
-{Citizen}- Leveth: On the surface, it seems like a good idea
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Yeah probably. It's the only way my wallet will
            survive.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav keeps his budget under surveillance.
-{Citizen}- Khalid nods - you need to keep a surplus
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Absolutely. If legitimate puns become too expensive, I
            might need to look for some form of surrogate.
-{Citizen}- Leveth: So you can surround the good ones, keep them in
            reserve?
-{Citizen}- Khalid: this has gone from just surdity all the way to
            absurdity
-{Citizen}- Leveth applauds Khalid.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: And harass them until they surrender, Leveth.
-{Citizen}- Leveth: Think Khalid won that one, surely
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Agreed. We're not going to surpass that.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: *Pours Surfur on the bunch.*  :p
-{Citizen}- Leveth tsks at Jazny
-{Citizen}- Leveth gives Jazny a good spanking!
-{Citizen}- Khalid will henceforth refer to Jaz at "Surfur Girl"
-{Citizen}- Jazny: HEY!  It had s u r in it.  Counted.  <.<
-{Citizen}- Leveth sings .o( She's just a surfer girl )o.
-{Citizen}- Karal: I count a surplus of puns.
-{Citizen}- Karal: I surmise it'll be over soon.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Yes. Finding ones that haven't been used yet is
            becoming an in-surmountable problem.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: Surprise,  it isn't done yet!   lol.
-{Citizen}- Leveth places his face in his open palm despairingly.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: This channel is locating these puns with surgical
            precision.
-{Citizen}- Leveth: Damnit, Rosuav, I was typing one out with that
-{Citizen}- Rosuav grins
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: It's a contest of typing speed. Only the fastest
            survive.
-{Citizen}- Leveth: Aye, or I can claim you as my surrogate and claim your
            puns as my own
-{Citizen}- Karal: Don't des-purr. As long as we do surreptitious
            advertising I expect another surge of lots of pun.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: I already did that one! I should get reuse in-surance.
-{Citizen}- Jazny: Surely it has been used before.  lol.



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You say, "Now's not really a good time for finding people"
You say, "Only weird ones like us are awake"
Pandrel nods
Twimbleflick says to Catfolk, "Well, since I *totally* want to avoid the
     weird ones, who are you?"
Twimbleflick says, "I am Twimbleflick, the bard."
Pandrel says, "I'm nobody"
Twimbleflick says, "Well that's not a name."
You say, "Sure it is"
You say, "For a long time, Nobody was a churchmate of mine"
Pandrel says, "and on the boats, Nobody rides for free."
You say, "Frequently, Nobody is awake in the psions guild apart from me."
Twimbleflick says, "You're taking a story centuries old and repurposing it
     for right now."
Pandrel says, "nobody's doing that"
You say, "You could call him Pandrel if you like."
Twimbleflick says, "if you don't want to talk about your name, I guess
     that's fine."
Pandrel says to Rosuav, "but what would Pandrel think about that, confusing
     him with nobody?"
You say to Pandrel, "Nobody would confuse you with Pandrel"
Twimbleflick says, "I guess psions are huge about mental funnygames?"
You say to Twimbleflick, "Nobody enjoys mindgames more than I do"
Pandrel says, "it's true"
Pandrel leaves south.
You say, "Nobody is more interested in this conversation than I, but I'm
     going to disappear for a bit."
<leave, come back a short while later>
You say to Pandrel, "After you and I left, was Nobody here with
     Twimbleflick?"
Pandrel says to Rosuav, "I wasn't here. I won't be here.Was the kestrel
     here? Nobody knows."
You say, "Though Joe might have kicked him out. Nobody dislikes coffee."



[MIND] The collective mind grows as Casstien's mind awakens...
[PSION] Casstien muses: Hello hello
[PSION] Herc wee rosuav
[PSION] Herc runs around Rosuav screaming, "WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
[PSION] Herc wheee casstien
-{Citizen}- Herc: i so can't type



-{Citizen}- Lunarie: Let me grab a boat so I can check but I should be up
            for both.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav gives it a thumbs up.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Sounds good to me
-{Citizen}- Lunarie: I vote wait!  Group hug while we go!
-{Citizen}- Lunarie bangs her head against her desk.
-{Citizen}- Rileska: I give up.
-{Citizen}- Rileska: Oh wow...
-{Citizen}- Rileska: I really give up.
-{Citizen}- Rileska flails about wildly!
-{Citizen}- Rosuav hugs Rileska



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Jontarr twiddles his thumbs
Jontarr drops glowing orb.
-> Jontarr starts making shadow puppets in the orb light
-> Rosuav places his hands ever so casually on the table in front of him....
   letting the shadows play on them
-> Jontarr makes a shadow duck that pecks at your hand
-> Rosuav yanks his hand away from the duck in mock pain
-> Jontarr keeps making different shadow puppets. A bird, a dog, a...wait,
   what? How the heck did he just make a shadow puppet of a pirate ship
   being attacked by a dragon?
Jontarr completes a series of somatic motions and strange verbalizations.
     shadow shimmers into existence!
You say, "Always knew you magely types had a way with glowing orbs. Huh."
Jontarr looks at shadow
Jontarr says, "sure do"
> l shadow
This shadow seems to shift and bend in a way to be a very well crafted
pirate ship, under attack by a dragon.
-> Jontarr seems to be having way to much fun making shadow puppets
Jontarr says, "gotta do something to entertain ourselves"
You say, "Jontarr, how old are you?"
Jontarr says, "21"
Jontarr says, "but I was born 49 years ago"
You say, "It's time you start acting your age then."
The shadow crew of the shadow pirate ship fires shadow cannon balls at the
     shadow dragon
You say, "Now THAT's what I'm talking about"
You say, "That's proper adult shadow puppets. COMBAT!"
Jontarr says, "I'm a pro"
You say, "Now, let me show you what my bubble can do."
A bubble of elastic air surrounds you.
A hollow WHUMPH resounds as your Inertial Barrier grows and thickens.
-> Rosuav reshapes his bubble into a sail.
-> Rosuav makes the sail billow as if in a great wind. "Come at me,
   pirates!"
The shadow crew of the shadow pirate ship fires shadow cannon balls at the
     shadow dragon
Jontarr says, "arrrrr"
-> Rosuav's sail warps as the balls hit it
The shadow dragon breaths shadowy fire on the shadow pirate ship
-> Rosuav sends a small bubble of coherent air back at the pirates.
You say, "A dragon on the one side, and a licensed man'o'war on the other.
     These pirates ain't got a chance!"
You yell: Down with piracy!
The shadow crew of the shadow pirate ship fires shadow cannon balls at the
     shadow dragon
The shadow dragon breaths shadowy fire on the shadow pirate ship
-> Rosuav looks at his bubble. "Wait. How do I have a sail without a mast?"
The shadow pirates scream in pain "Arrr! It be burning me timbers!"
Jontarr says, "I'm not even gonna make a mast joke"
-> Rosuav stands Pangal up in the middle of the sail. "Green mast, green
   mast, show me the way..."
The shadow crew of the shadow pirate ship fires shadow cannon balls at the
     shadow dragon
The shadow dragon breaths shadowy fire on the shadow pirate ship
You say, "Hey pirates, ever been hit in the head with a slice of lemon
     wrapped around solid gold?"
You say, "It's expensive, and bad for the head."
Jontarr laughs
Jontarr waves his hand, and shadow shimmers out of existence.



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                         Dornel and Yansa are wed!                        


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Pious monk says, "You know, I used to be an adventurer like you."
You say, "Oh?"
Emblay looks at Monk.
Kiyaneh says, "Oh really?"
-{Citizen}- Kiyaneh places her face in her open palm despairingly.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Oh hush. War injuries are a thing. Keep it IC.
Pious monk says, "No. An old man likes to dream though."
-{Citizen}- Kiyaneh: I am, I am.
You chuckle "hehehehe"
Emblay laffs out loud!
Kiyaneh smirks in amusement
Emblay says, "thank you"
Aylana smirks in amusement



-{Citizen}- Malacasta: Gonna take my kid paintballing on the holidays. I
            hope she likes it.
-{Citizen}- Falcore: I like your thinking Malacasta.  Teach the wee one how
            badass you are now before she becomes a mouthy teenager.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: "This is a paintball of Belphegore." *fires flaming
            paintball* "This is a paintball of Loviatar." *fires frozen
            paintball*
-{Citizen}- Falcore: Loviatar are extra hard for a bit more love.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: "This is a paintball of Gethsemane." *fires
            paintball in the eye on the way home*
-{Citizen}- Callerre: I imagine they're all paintballs of Loviatar. Those
            things hurt.
-{Citizen}- Broktre grins at Callerre
-{Citizen}- Falcore: Bastites don't shoot them, but fondle all day long.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Broktre, possibly. But Lovite frozen paintballs are
            gonna hurt even if you're wearing full platemail.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Vishnav paintballs are fired only at people they call
            "evil". That is, anyone not on the team.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Erosian paintballs are all about protecting the fort.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Setites don't fire paintballs. They fire anthraxballs.
-{Citizen}- Falcore: Geths send out the hot chick to give up and as all the
            boys run to take her hostage with glee, they leap from the
            shadows and shoot them.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Geths are also not against shooting you while the
            instructor is explaining how the guns work.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Elaborate Geths will rig your guns to shoot backwards.
-{Citizen}- Falcore: Ros must know my friends.
-{Citizen}- Broktre: Geths also shoot their allies for the laughs?
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Chronite paintballers shoot the clock so you can't see
            how much time there is in the round.
-{Citizen}- Hobdart: calypsian paintballs shoot straight up and hope for
            the best?
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Mortisians shoot real bullets.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Herastians don't shoot you; they're the ones who hand
            out guns and ammunition so everyone can have fun.
-{Citizen}- Hobdart: lovite paintballers shoot spiders instead of paint.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Vivorian paintballs deal negative amounts of damage.
-{Citizen}- Hobdart: vivorians shoot polysporian paintballs.



Regus [trivia] MudRammer sounds familiar. What are we breaking?
Rosuav [trivia] It wants to parse semicolons as command separators
Alumsaye [trivia] semi colon makes it start a new line
Regus [trivia] Cog top left
Regus [trivia] advanced
Regus [trivia] Command seperateor
Regus [trivia] There is an option to turn it off under the exact same place



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-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: Is that a sex thing?
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek thinks it's a sex thing.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Even here on citizen, no it's not
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek thinks Rosuav is playing hard to get.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: No, I'm quite available to GET, to POST, to PUT, to
            HEAD, and even to OPTIONS, but you have to comply with the
            specs.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek inserts his 3.5" floppy into Rosuav's drive
-{Citizen}- Connacht: I feel dirty now.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Nice try. I have a strict policy about old media.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: Shit, the disk is corrupted.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: Is the policy sexytimes?
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: The policy is: No Eidenhoeks allowed.
-{Citizen}- Connacht: Rosuav, quit fucking with Eidenhoek's brain. You
            broke it.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek gets exasperated.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek is Sighdenhoek.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Let me make one thing crystal clear to you, Eidenhoek.
            I tolerate you because you are sometimes funny, but do not
            emote sexuality with me, especially not in ways that imply
            success. I *will* block you, or worse.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Got it?
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: Uh...k?
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: Crydenhoek?
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Now go play at the kiddies table.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: NO
Connacht [court] hahahaha
Jontarr [court] I think...Eidenhoek, Just got bitch slapped by Rosuav
Rosuav [court] He gets very tiresome. How do you respond to an emote that
     implies success?
Connacht [court] I like Rosuav slightly more now
[court] Connacht nods
Jontarr [court] Rosuav "went off on someone"
Jontarr [court] I don't disagree with you Rosuav.
Connacht [court] > pcrush eidenhoek
Jontarr [court] you know. Connacht has a point
Rosuav [court] Pretty much, Connacht
Rosuav [court] There are rules about IC emotes that presume a reaction from
     the other person. Presuming a non-reaction is pretty much the same.
-{Citizen}- Eidenhoek: they won't give me the crayons.
Connacht [court] The irony of moving conversation to here, is that we
     actually left Eidenhoek at the kiddies table, in spite of his saying
     no.



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               Vrai has been elevated to the status of Hegemon!              


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[PSION] Flen muses: HAHAHA! FUCK YOU YOU USELESS DEMON!

Flen rescued the Farmer and his wife from their demon!



Veryan takes a seat at booth number one.
Anarious says to Callerre, "when did you defeat your first fire giant,
     Callerre?"
You say to Anarious, "Pre-natally, I suspect"
Callerre giggles
Veryan enters.
Anarious chuckles
Callerre says, "Yes, I will go with in the womb."
Callerre nods sagely
Veryan peers about quizzically
Veryan says, "What a moment to walk back in."



Lorendal looks at Dox.
Lorendal says, "What lord do you seek Cleric?"
Lorendal says, "Worship rather."

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              Chronos, Goddess of Time, Fate, and the Inevitable              

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Iynihd says, "Well that answers that"



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-=< Trumpets proudly announce >=-

-=< Zossiz has joined the ranks of the Templar Guild! >=-



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-{Citizen}- Kilandra: If I am lucky enough to discover something, and
            that's a big if, who wants a species? It'd be a crab if that's
            a deciding factor
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: A crab, eh? I recommend calling it "Spencer Street".
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: They renamed Spencer Street Station to "Southern Cross
            Station", and the announcements always sound like "Southern
            Crustacean".
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: It's time for some payback.
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: Some of the species have epic names already
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: Pie crust, Viking, Pebble... I want a Cindrax crab
            that's huge and eats things whole. Or a super cute but
            functionally useless Kilandra crab
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: That stitches a pattern to its knee.
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: I upgraded the other day. I superglued my hand to the
            carpet at work
-{Citizen}- Rosuav laughs
-{Citizen}- Eodan has a blank look on his face.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: I should apologize for that being the one thing I most
            know about you, but it's just so utterly awesome that I am not
            sorry.
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: It's my favorite thing you've got on me
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: It's my favorite thing that I've got on you, too.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Did I tell you I immortalized you into my D&D campaign?
-{Citizen}- Eodan: there are warnings on things for a reason, now we know
            the reason
-{Citizen}- Eodan points at Kilandra
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: No!? Oh my gosh! Really? I'm squealing
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: >>> So named because, as an apprentice, she once pinned
            a paper flower pattern to her leg by mistake, Kiribana is a
            high end seamstress and clothing designer. Her business is most
            likely threatened by the now-ruling dragon; yet she does not
            give in to demands, and will fight - in secret when possible,
            for safety - against Tanrut. <<<
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: (It's from the Japanese "切り花" = "cut flowers")
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: Well the carpet was lifting, so my boss said glue it
            down. SO I did, but when I pushed the carpet down the glue
            oozed out and glued my hand to the floor
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: http://rosuav.com/1/?id=677
-{Citizen}- Kilandra: The fly in the bath one is also good



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Milliana [ooc] Okay let's see how close I can get to this guy.
DMR [ooc] Right on top, but he'll AOO you into next week
Milliana [ooc] Hmmm...jump kick?
Milliana [ooc] Oh what the hell? I'm feeling lucky...or crazy...
DMR [ooc] Awesome!
[ooc] Idarafain places bets.
You say to Idarafain, "500 gold pieces on the cultist."
Quetanskel [ooc] Uh-oh. When Idarafain starts betting... actually things
    sometimes go amazingly well.
Quetanskel [ooc] On the other hand, when the DM starts betting...
Milliana rushes at the hobgoblin before suddenly jumping and aiming the
    dreaded Boot to Da Head!
DMR [ooc] Das Boot?
[ooc] Dungeon Master drops a coin in the reference jar with a CLINK.
[ooc] Dungeon Master drops a coin in the pun jar with a CLINK.
Milliana [ooc] Shall I roll a jump check for this?
Milliana [ooc] Eh here we go
[ROLL] Milliana (jump) rolls d20: 5
[ROLL] Milliana (jump) adds a bonus of 6
[ROLL] For d20+6, Milliana (jump) totals: 11
Milliana [ooc] Not much height on it...but it is a running start.
[ROLL] Milliana (Boot to Da Head!) rolls d20: 9
[ROLL] Milliana (Boot to Da Head!) adds a bonus of 11
[ROLL] For d20+11, Milliana (Boot to Da Head!) totals: 20
Milliana [ooc] Oops.
Milliana [ooc] Missed ma kick...hmmm...is the cultist laughing badly enough
    that he can't focus?
[ooc] Dungeon Master laughs lightly, "hehehe".
You say, "Milliana sails through the air like an eagle..."
You say, "... piloting a blimp."
You drop a coin in the reference jar with a CLINK.



[PSION] Aenoa muses: How is the collectice?
[PSION] Rosuav muses: It's going well. Solid water collections are on the up
        and up, although public response has been cold.
[PSION] Aenoa snickers
[PSION] Aenoa muses: I did miss your puns
[PSION] Rosuav grins
[PSION] Jibrael muses: Pardon her lisp, she meant 'Buns'.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I'm not in that line of business, Jibrael, no point
        trying half-baked innuendo on me.
[PSION] Aenoa giggles
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Jibrael always wanteds to rise to that occasion though.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I'm happy to meet him pun for pun. After all, I'm just
        loafing around anyway.
[PSION] Aenoa sighs and smiles "I missed this, gives me time to ryelax."
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Well, we can't hold you here. You have to sow your wild
        oats, eh?
[PSION] Jibrael muses: Sweet Aether, yu guys are right on it.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I'm sorry Jibrael, but the yeast you could do is to try.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: True, but sometimes these things are ingrained.
[PSION] Tiella muses: Why is this happening.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Blame Aenoa, she started it, I kneaded merely to follow.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Hey! Doughn't blame it on me.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: What, can't take a little criticism? You ARE a delicate
        flour.
[PSION] Imke muses: Sorry Jibrael totally passed out
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Ah, he just couldn't let things settle.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: It's okay, you wouldn't be on one of those no carb
        diets by chance, it may be the underlying cause.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: We should probably stop, some members of the guild get a
        little crusty.
[PSION] Aenoa snickers
[PSION] Tiella muses: I am only crusty when I thicken my skin.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Agreed. These jokes are getting a little moldy
[PSION] Rosuav muses: If we're not careful, we'll find we're just feeding off
        each other anyway.
[PSION] Aenoa smiles "I really did miss this."

... shortly after, I get a chance to reference All'alba sorgerò ...

[PSION] Jibrael muses: I haven't slept since last week embarassingly.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: I bready to pass out?
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Those jokes are a bit stale Jibrael
[PSION] Jibrael muses: Noooo I am infected now... I just need to bake it to a
        bunk.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I know, yes I know, you'll set like the sun...
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Because then, because then, you'll rise at dawn!
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Sorry, I just can't let it go.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: The irony is the the thing keeping from sleep is all
        the food I have.
[PSION] Aenoa looks around for Ailise
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Why her?
[PSION] Aenoa muses: The puns always bothered her.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: That's right, they did too.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: It is a shame too.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: We are a gluten for a good laugh andnshe is simply
        alegic to our finensense of humor?
[PSION] Rosuav muses: You need to get your brain sorted out a bit, Jibrael...
        you knead sleep.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You know, sometimes these jokes take a while to activate
        this. It's a good thing I didn't promise to match you pun for pun,
        Aenoa, or I'd be eating my words about now.
[PSION] Jibrael muses: Very nice.
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: we could switch to Disney puns and give you a better
            playing field Rosuav
-{Citizen}- Vrai groans
-{Citizen}- Vrai: not the puns again Ros.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav grins at Aenoa
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: You should see the Psion channel
-{Citizen}- Aenoa snickers
-{Citizen}- Vrai twitches
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: This is like Rosuav's bread and butter.



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-{Citizen}- Aenoa: What was that, I was too busy singing to the beauty and
            the beast soundtrack
-{Citizen}- Mellisande: OMG Do you know they have they gray stuff at Disney
            restaurants???
-{Citizen}- Tyren: the grey stuff actually is really good. went to the Be
            Our Guest restaurant last year during anniversary vacation
-{Citizen}- Mellisande: Is it like a mousse Tyren?
-{Citizen}- Tyren: kind of. its pretty much like a thick icing off the top
            of a cupcake



-{Citizen}- Daekyn: I've seen too much shit. I don't think anyone can post
            anything on Thresh that disturbs me
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Daekyn: http://rosuav.com/1/
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: I love how two of the newest ones sprung from me
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: I think I should start making more puns
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Yeah, but we could avoid the Disney ones when Ailise is
            around. Since she isn't at the moment, though, be my guest!
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: Be your guest? Put your service to the test?
-{Citizen}- Scipio: I haven't heard that song in ages but now I have it
            stuck it in my head.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Definitely. Most of my /etc/services will be hidden by
            my firewall, but you're welcome to try. I did kill the BEAST a
            while ago.
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: Well isn't that a Beauty
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: It's a little unsatisfactory to stick to just one
            movie, though. I want so much more than we've apparently got
            planned.
-{Citizen}- Seridia ponders Rosuav's inner being.
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: What?
-{Citizen}- Seridia: noooooothing
-{Citizen}- Daekyn: Best not to think about it.
-{Citizen}- Aenoa: Well. The seaweed is always greener
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Seridia, Daekyn's right. I'm combining IT and Disney,
            which go together very well (Big Hero 6 used Python
            extensively), but it's still fairly high nerdery. It's a whole
            new world out here, you know.



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[PSION] Rosuav peers quizzically at Kiyaneh
[PSION] Kiyaneh peers quizzically at Rosuav
[PSION] Aenoa muses: peer Aenoa
[PSION] Aenoa peers quizzically at herself
[PSION] Keiko peers quizzically at Tamlia
[PSION] Tamlia peers hotness over the lands
[PSION] Aenoa muses: The Psion guild Everybody!
[PSION] Keiko muses: ...I see a psionic staring contest isn't what it seems to
        be.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Yes, it isn't how it a-peers
[PSION] Kiyaneh giggles at her own joke.
[PSION] Keiko muses: ...
[PSION] Tamlia muses: If only there was peer-to-peer matches
[PSION] Keiko muses: peer-to-peer staring contests?
[PSION] Tamlia muses: That would be appering.
[PSION] Tamlia muses: Err. Apeering. Hang on I can do this.
[PSION] Tamlia giggles
[PSION] Keiko muses: Apurring?
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: That sounds purrfect.
[PSION] Tamlia muses: Might be a meowful
[PSION] Keiko muses: I heard those staring contests can get pretty catty.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I thought I herd a punning contest happening...
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: It always seems like I'm going to lose punning
        contests, but I claw my way back
[PSION] Keiko muses: I'll claw your back
[PSION] Keiko muses: I mean what?
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Please
[PSION] Aenoa giggles
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Let's stick to puns, not threats. The whole kitten
        caboodle of violence is unnecessary.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Threat? I hoped it was a promise.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Ah, that's alright then. No claws for alarm.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Anyway. You're pun-ctual as ever with your jokes,
        Rosuav.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Thank you, Kiyaneh. It's purrly a matter of timing.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Where did Keiko go? Did somebody whisk-er away?
[PSION] Keiko muses: I'm just not feeling very punny.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: It's okay, we're here fur you.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Though if you do feel like contributing, I'm sure you'll
        find it very rewording.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Agreed. None of us Mind puns here.
[PSION] Keiko muses: Does that count?
[PSION] Aenoa muses: But please be thoughtful
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Most of us are fairly full of our own thoughts... or
        full of ourselves, it's sometimes hard to distinguish.
[PSION] Keiko muses: It does take a heightened awareness to know the
        difference.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Aye. It'd be quite the ego-whip to realize that your
        thoughts are empty.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You guys should probably get some feedback on your jokes
[PSION] Keiko muses: I was just thinking the same thing!  It's like we're
        twins!  How haunting is that?
[PSION] Aenoa muses: What can I say. I can detect minds
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Haunting? Don't panic, it's probably just just a dream
        anyway.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Thanks Aenoa, but I don't know that anyone knows better
        how psions ought to conduct ourselves.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: We do have quite a focus on language here, which is
        always a good thing. It's like one big group mind.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You guys really want to cannibalize these jokes don't
        you.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Yeah, sorry about that, Aenoaa. We're running on
        inertial now, can't be stopped.
[PSION] Keiko muses: No one finds this agitating?
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: As long as nobody loses their temper, we'll be okay.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: well if you carry on, I might just start getting a temper
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Hahahah
[PSION] Kiyaneh gives Aenoa a high-five!
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Ahh, such timing. I love your precision!
[PSION] Aenoa hi5 kiyaneh
[PSION] Keiko muses: I don't get it.  Maybe I'm just dense...
[PSION] Rosuav muses: It's like you're twins!
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You just need to gaze deeper at the meaning
[PSION] Tamlia muses: If only I had the influence here to whip my ego back
        into the purification process.
[PSION] Keiko muses: I'll just thrust my mind as deep as it can go.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: We're stuck here now. There's no going back. We can't
        control the curse!
[PSION] Kiyaneh peers quizzically at Keiko

[PSION] Tamlia muses: Time to hammer out the mindlink.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Kiyaneh, this is nothing but a projection of your own
        fears.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: it'll take a memory wipe to forget this.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I could spare you the pain of all this with an enhanced
        memory wipe, but then you might not know you have powers.
[PSION] Rosuav nods at Aenoa
[PSION] Rosuav gives Aenoa a high-five!
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Hahah
[PSION] Aenoa muses: I'm on fire today
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: Careful you don't incinerate yourself
[PSION] Keiko muses: That was a cold incinerate joke, Kiyaneh.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Keiko, the use of ice has its advantages. It's
        structured all along a hex.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: I'll just freezedry myself insted Kiyaneh
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: We can probably net ourselves a few more jokes before
        we run out.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: We should be able to detect some life in the old puns
        yet.
[PSION] Keiko muses: You're totally losing me.  Could someone please interpret
        him for me?
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Keiko, you could cheat and pick up a scroll to read.
[PSION] Keiko muses: Eh, I'd lose my gaze.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: I'm just waiting for this whole conversation to detonate
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: The weight of all these psychic puns are crushing me
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Aenoa, that won't happen soon, you'll get far warning.
[PSION] Aenoa muses: On a side note. 5 fish caught in a row.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: What are you, a neurosturgen?
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Now these jokes are a whole new can of worms
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: You're just trying to bait us into more puns aren't
        you?
[PSION] Rosuav muses: I hope they're full-sized jokes, Aenoa, not the little
        shrimp.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: You cod have given us some warning!
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You fell for it hook link and sinker.
[PSION] Keiko muses: I'm certainly hooked.
[PSION] Mylana grunts
[PSION] Aenoa muses: Just need to reel you in now
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Mylana's wishing she could be cast far from here.
[PSION] Mylana muses: Yes.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Give us some slack, it's not all THAT often we tug your
        chain.
[PSION] Kiyaneh muses: This is a punning contest of epic portions.
[PSION] Keiko muses: Come on, Rosuav, show some respect to your Elders.
[PSION] Mylana muses: It is just noise.
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Alright. I'm calling an end to this. We can filet this
        under 'P' for puns, and never look on it again.



[PSION] Aenoa muses: Yes I think I'm gonna like it here.
[PSION] Kireen muses: oh here's a great place to be
[PSION] Rosuav whispers to Gorn, "We got Aenoa!"
[PSION] Rosuav dances off to Ailise and whispers to her, "We got Aennie!"
[PSION] Aenoa muses: You've a friend in me.
[PSION] Ailise muses: There are days....
[PSION] Gorn dances in Androctonian fashion, "We got Aenoa!"
[PSION] Aenoa muses: There are indeed days
[PSION] Rosuav muses: Alright, enough with the dancing, I think. Let it go,
        Gorn.
-{Citizen}- Ailise: Damn it Ros!
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: She started it!
[PSION] Aenoa muses: I dont think he can hold it back anymore
[PSION] Rosuav muses: This is what it is to be a psion, eh Aenoa? It's a whole
        new world...
[PSION] Aenoa muses: A new fantastic point of view
[PSION] Gorn sighs, "Well it is back to our hard knock life training Mind,
        Body, Spirit and Soul."



-{Citizen}- Jontarr: Now with taxes done, I get to start the tiring process
            of trying to hook some more gigs for the year
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: ... so you can owe more taxes. Right.
-{Citizen}- Jontarr: owe giant hornet more
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: ...
-{Citizen}- Jontarr: what the
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: WHAT is that nickname
-{Citizen}- Jontarr: fucking..owe EQELS more
-{Citizen}- Jontarr: equals? whatever
-{Citizen}- Jontarr: <=>



-{Citizen}- Rosuav: TinTin++, it's a client
-{Citizen}- Eodan: he's saluting with the emote, but he's doing it in
            person, not on the channel
-{Citizen}- Halyanne: Ros, the ; is starting a new line
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: Haly, suggest typing this:
-{Citizen}- Rosuav: #config verbatim on
-{Citizen}- Halyanne: that worked



-{Citizen}- Uggah: If they did something dumb, they'd have to gather acorns
            in the forest sanskrista gear



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-{Citizen}- Jontarr: yup, today is a typo dya
-{Citizen}- Jontarr rol
-{Citizen}- Jontarr rolls his eyes


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