This is straight out of my journal, not prettified up much, sorry =)
Andrew: Beware the aura's and magicks present here! Keep ill will towards one another in check,should you destroy yourself
Andrew: There shall be no blood shed here
Andrew: *sneers*
Andrew: This place is a sanctuary
Andrew: Elsewhere... I cannot say
Andrew: *eyes the people gathered*
Andrew: Beware the aura's and magicks present here! Keep ill will towards one another in check, should you destroy yourself.
Andrew: *chuckles*
Andrew: There shall be no killing here lest ye destroy yourself
Melissa: *She grins at the crowd, singing as she enters*
Melissa: Chaos is lovely in Spring. Madness lovely in Fall
Melissa: Evil grows wonderfully in Summer. But Winter's chill suits them best of all.
Andrew: aaah
Melissa: Hello lovelies.
Melissa: *She purrs*
Melissa: And welcome to my lovely coup.
Andrew: *listens intently*
Melissa: I so adore balance don't you?
Melissa: *She offers the group a small pout*
Melissa: But it seems there are a few... obstacles.
Melissa: Well, one really.
Propheus: well my lady, you don't have much of a crowd tonight
Melissa: Still ye are all faithful.
Melissa: But don't worry lovelies; I still don't mind doing my own dirty work.
Andrew: *smirks*
Melissa: But I shall ask you to do a simple task for me...
Melissa: Take a dagger; I'm sure you understand how to swiftly dispense justice in your own fashion...
Melissa: But I find these a more... elegant approach.
Melissa: *Her nimble fingers trace along the tip of the blade*
Melissa: Life ceases where these strike.
Melissa: You will have to act quickly
Melissa: But I am certain your patience has already worn with this little detour.
Melissa: *A malicious sneer befalls her features*
Melissa: Taste the elegance of mayhem.
Melissa: We will be a thorn in Britannia's side.
Melissa: Savor the agony in the hearts of the masses as they watch their hopes purged...
Melissa: *She pauses, recovering her composure*
Melissa: Apologies my dark and noble friends, go now. Feast on the flesh that sheathes these blades.
Melissa: But save Clainin for me. I will follow along shortly...
Melissa: *She focuses intently, summoning her magic*
(some time later - *curses at Lady Scorn and shakes fist*)
You see: a corpse of Art
(some more time later)
Clainin: *Ul Flam*
You see: Clainin the Royal Thaumaturgist
Andrew: *grins*
Melissa: You are mine, old man!
Melissa: Now...
Melissa: Die!
Melissa: Die!
You see: Clainin the Royal Thaumaturgist
Clainin: *Ul Flam*
Melissa: Die
(*curses at Snakes Fury and shakes fist* One day! When I get broadband...
)
Art: Snakes Fury is attacking you!
You are dead.
You see: a corpse of Art
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Melissa: Die
Melissa: Die!
Clainin: *Ul Flam*
You see: Clainin the Royal Thaumaturgist
Melissa: Die!
Andrew: *cheers*
Andrew: Hoorah!
Melissa: *she cackles*
Andrew: Victorious!
Melissa: Gather around my minions!
Melissa: *She laughs!*
Melissa: *Her lips curl into a cruel smirk*
Melissa: Ah my pretties, what a fine job you have done.
Melissa: *She cackles cruelly, nudging Clainin's body with her foot*
Melissa: What a delectable affair!
Melissa: *Her dark eyes gleam with amusement from beneath the hood of her shroud*
Melissa: Well my sweet little thralls of the void,
Melissa: It would be exceedingly rude of us to leave without cleaning up after ourselves.
Melissa: We cannot leave our waste lying about.
Melissa: Besides, we don't want anybody coming in and tampering, now, do we?
Melissa: A meddler could completely undo all of our exquisite work...
Melissa: *a dark sneer graces her pallid features*
You see: Melissa the Servant of Nosfentor
Andrew: *runs and hides*
Melissa: Go, or you'll be joining this cretin in the ashes.
(that was when I ran to the healer, so I missed what happened next =))