07-30-2014

Death as a Weapon of Mass Desctruction – Log by Belsambar

The Materialistic Lyrical carried by a fire demon.

Borion tells you (in common), 'no i need that one'.

You tell Borion (in common), 'OH wow, that is gonna be a huge pain in the ass to find'.
You tell Borion (in common), 'The Materialistic Lyrical carried by a fire demon.'.

Borion tells you (in common), 'yick'.

You tell Borion (in common), 'well, could be lighthouse'.
You tell Borion (in common), 'then could be top of lighthouse'.

Borion tells you (in common), 'aha'.

You tell Borion (in common), 'or demon realm'.
You tell Borion (in common), 'or 4th floor master's'.

Borion tells you (in common), 'i don't like any of those'.

You tell Borion (in common), 'pfft, where's your sense of adventure!'.

Borion tells you (in common), 'i like adventure...without the 'death.

You tell Borion (in common), 'if you have the death you're doing it wrong'.
You tell Borion (in common), 'I realize the irony of my saying this'.
You tell Borion (in common), 'but I am not a bard, so I am allowed to use death as a weapon of mass distraction'.

Swarfishes and EQ – Log by Belsambar

Samiyah arrives from the north.
Samiyah bows deeply.

Ink grins evilly at Samiyah.
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hullo Swarfish'.

Samiyah looks at Ink.

Ink gives you a set of carved ivory armbands.

Ink says (in dwarven), 'i forgot i had those on still :( sorry'.

Ink stops using childish innocence.
Ink wears a small druidwood shield as a shield.
Ink puts childish innocence in bag made from weasel hide.

Ink nods in recognition to Samiyah.

Ink says (in dwarven), 'Hi!'.

Samiyah doesn't speak dwarven :(

Ink says (in dwarven), 'Hi!'.

Samiyah thought Ink only spoke Sahaugin.

Ink scratches his head.
Ink says (in dwarven), 'Ink did... but then someone said something and now I can't remember why'.

Samiyah sits down and thinks deeply.

You snicker softly.
You say (in common), 'he did until after he was no longer a swish'.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'Blurghle!'.

Samiyah nods in recognition to you.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'No, I did after I was a swish'.

You say (in common), 'he's a dwarf again, he can speak drunk :P'.

Samiyah looks at you.

You wear a set of carved ivory armbands on your arms.

Samiyah says (in common), 'Bels - did you ever get anything back from Sam?'.

You shake your head.

Samiyah says (in common), 'and if not, what sorts of things do you still need and how can I help?'.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'anyone have interest in a 5int 4wis shield?'.

Samiyah blinks.

You say (in common), 'uhh. Ghostly tendrils at some point, and maybe killing Sam'.

Samiyah says (in common), 'yes?'.

You say (in common), 'otherwise, not much can be done'.
You say (in common), 'He traded my weapon and dragonling to Anduin'.

Samiyah says (in common), 'but I rather doubt I'd have anything you'd want in trade.'.

Samiyah winces. Ouch!
Samiyah says (in common), 'I'm sorry to hear that Archmage.'.

Ink nods in recognition to Samiyah.
You say (in common), 'so...they'll be safe until Tyn does a pfile purge, eq purge, or Anduin finally retires'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'if i end up trading it ill let you know'.
You say (in common), 'a safer place than on Anduin there never was for Gear'.
You say (in common), 'maybe Tyn's inventory'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'ehhh he lost a set a while back'.
You say (in common), 'because Morg was UA between followings and didn't care he was blue 12 years ago as Anduin'.
You say (in common), 'and backstabbed him for the corpse'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'so what if i backstab him?'.

You say (in common), 'Honesty, I would laugh, really....REALLY hard'.

Ink laughs.

You say (in common), 'if YOU had the gear'.
You say (in common), 'it'd get used for stuff'.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'nah'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'i'm an old hasbeen'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'my gear sits too'.

You shrug.
You say (in common), 'but you do stuff when things come up'.
You say (in common), 'If there was another super mob kill it quest, like with Cron'.
You say (in common), 'you're gonna be one of the leaders of your clique with some of your strongest sets'.
You say (in common), 'He'll be playing backup with any set that ISN'T Anduin's :P'.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'my clique is gone'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'we all have our suspicions, but i think they left because they were jealous of me'.

You say (in common), 'so....kill them for insolence?'.

Ink snickers softly.
Ink nods.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'hrm, how much dex do i need to max it now'.
Ink sighs loudly.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'think i need 7str 9dex'.

Ink winces. Ouch!
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'got a 2int, bels?'.

You shake your head.
You say (in common), 'not really'.

You say (in common), 'sorry, on the phone, trying to get ready for work'.

Mish says, 'It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Samiyah.'.
Mish curtseys gracefully to Samiyah.
Mish gives a pair of quilted cloth slippers to Samiyah, and gives her a friendly smile.

Samiyah gives a pair of quilted cloth slippers to Ink.
Ink gives a pair of quilted cloth slippers to Samiyah.

Samiyah gives a pair of quilted cloth slippers to Mish.
Mish says, 'I'll take care of this for you, Samiyah.'.
Mish curtseys gracefully to Samiyah.

Samiyah shrugs.
Samiyah leaves north.

Ink says (in sahuagin), 'thanks but got 3int there already'.


You say (in common), 'I should probly log, once I'm outta the shower I have to get moving'.
You say (in common), 'but....I'll be back and on all night from work if you wanna chitchat more'.

Ink waves happily.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'take it easy :)'.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'one handed rocking baby atm :P'.

You tell Ink (in common), 'well, that's at least a reason to be one handed typing that can be said on public channels :P'.

Ink has returned from the void.
You say (in common), 'alright, cold shower time sinceI haven't fixed the hot water heater yet'.

You sigh.
Ink says (in sahuagin), 'hah i take them cause its 115 out everyday :P'.
You say (in common), 'you'd actually feel cooler if you took a hot shower you know'.
You say (in common), 'cold showers to escape heat are counterproductive'.

Ink snickers softly.
Ink nods.
You say (in common), 'it's alright. I'm single. So a cold shower before working at the strip club isn't a horrible thing for me'.

Ink laughs.
Fare thee well!