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Samiyah: /* Haunted */

2014-01-02T03:19:04Z

Haunted

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	The ghost of a Dwarven Warrior is in perfect health.<BR>		The ghost of a Dwarven Warrior is in perfect health.<BR>
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	### Samiyah tells the group (in common), '.. no.. it's wrong to use spirits that way..'<BR>		<nowiki>###</nowiki> Samiyah tells the group (in common), '.. no.. it's wrong to use spirits that way..'<BR>
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	> c haunt venom<BR>		> c haunt venom<BR>
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	(Translucent) A ghost seeks justice here.<BR>		(Translucent) A ghost seeks justice here.<BR>
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	### Samiyah tells the group (in common), '.. stop!'.<BR>		<nowiki>###</nowiki>Samiyah tells the group (in common), '.. stop!'.<BR>
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	> c haunt venom<BR>		> c haunt venom<BR>

Samiyah: /* Blankness, Bags, and Bardic */

2014-01-02T03:18:10Z

Blankness, Bags, and Bardic

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	Nicholai is now guarding you.<BR>		Nicholai is now guarding you.<BR>
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	~~<BR>~~		===Smudge's Performance:Kirith the Sexy Love Bard===
	You follow Nicholai.<BR>		You follow Nicholai.<BR>
	The Storytelling Amphitheater<BR>		The Storytelling Amphitheater<BR>
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	==Haunted ==		==Haunted ==
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Samiyah: /* Bagged */

2014-01-02T03:16:09Z

Bagged

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	==12/24/2013: Sweet Kisses and Sneaking Properly == ~~<BR>~~		==12/24/2013: Sweet Kisses and Sneaking Properly ==
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	==A Lick of Frost and a Dashing Ensemble ==		==A Lick of Frost and a Dashing Ensemble ==
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Samiyah: /* A Gentle Admonishment */

2014-01-02T03:14:55Z

A Gentle Admonishment

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	== A Gentle Admonishment ==		== A Gentle Admonishment ==
			(Log by Ghazkull)
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	==Apologies and Group Hugs and Thirst, Oh My==		==Apologies and Group Hugs and Thirst, Oh My==
	(Log by Sami)<BR>		(Log by Sami)<BR>

Samiyah: /* OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It */

2014-01-02T03:14:34Z

OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It

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	==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==		==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==
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	<nowiki>###<nowiki> Dogbreath new character.<BR>		<nowiki>###</nowiki> Dogbreath new character.<BR>
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	Teva says (in common), 'dogbreath hehe'.<BR>		Teva says (in common), 'dogbreath hehe'.<BR>

Samiyah: /* OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It */

2014-01-02T03:14:13Z

OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It

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	==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==		==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==
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	### Dogbreath new character.<BR>		<nowiki>###<nowiki> Dogbreath new character.<BR>
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	Teva says (in common), 'dogbreath hehe'.<BR>		Teva says (in common), 'dogbreath hehe'.<BR>
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	== The Teva Channel ==		== The Teva Channel ==
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Samiyah: /* To Brighten Your Day */

2014-01-02T03:12:39Z

To Brighten Your Day

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	==To Brighten Your Day==		==To Brighten Your Day==
			(Log by Ghazkull)<BR>
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	A Calm Cave<BR>		A Calm Cave<BR>
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	==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==		==OOC Chatter / Siteban With That Name On It ==
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Samiyah: /* Ghazkull's Dream */

2014-01-02T03:12:07Z

Ghazkull's Dream

Samiyah: 12/24/13

2014-01-02T03:10:32Z

12/24/13

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Samiyah at 03:07, 2 January 2014

2014-01-02T03:07:31Z

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	==12/24/13: Class Is In Session ==		==12/24/13: Class Is In Session ==
	(Log by Venom)<BR>		(Log by Venom)<BR>

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	When Ghazkull wakes in N’Kai, still curled upon the stone ledge, he is filled with an odd sense of warmth, not the chill of sleep. His Thirst is quiescent, when it should be a nagging, dull ache, yet he has a sense of great rest and rejuvenation. Faint, lingering traces of dream tease his recollection, but he can call to mind only blurred images and distorted impressions. Sitting up, he gazes at the Night Young nearby, blinking as he notices that the Incense of Enlightenment it holds is lit and burning. A shifting bit of movement in one of the shadows nearby causes his hands to alight, magic gathered and ready to fling at any opponent, when a dry mind-chuckle stops him in his tracks. Guardian, her form unusually small and graceful, creeps out of the darkness and regards him, her eyes aglow. <BR>		When Ghazkull wakes in N’Kai, still curled upon the stone ledge, he is filled with an odd sense of warmth, not the chill of sleep. His Thirst is quiescent, when it should be a nagging, dull ache, yet he has a sense of great rest and rejuvenation. Faint, lingering traces of dream tease his recollection, but he can call to mind only blurred images and distorted impressions. Sitting up, he gazes at the Night Young nearby, blinking as he notices that the Incense of Enlightenment it holds is lit and burning. A shifting bit of movement in one of the shadows nearby causes his hands to alight, magic gathered and ready to fling at any opponent, when a dry mind-chuckle stops him in his tracks. Guardian, her form unusually small and graceful, creeps out of the darkness and regards him, her eyes aglow. <BR>
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	Greetings, Heartbringer. Her thorax dips in what is undoubtedly a bow. <BR>		<nowiki></nowiki>Greetings, Heartbringer. Her thorax dips in what is undoubtedly a bow. <BR>
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	He bows in return and courteously offers her his hand to creep up upon, despite his strong aversion for her kind. She does so, the faint scratching of her barbed talons upon his skin leaving scarlet pinpricks on his palm in what may have been deliberate lack of grace. Lifting his hand, he rests his forearm upon his knee and waits. Guardian shifts a bit, her forelegs restless, and then speaks once more in the biting tones for which she is known.<BR>		He bows in return and courteously offers her his hand to creep up upon, despite his strong aversion for her kind. She does so, the faint scratching of her barbed talons upon his skin leaving scarlet pinpricks on his palm in what may have been deliberate lack of grace. Lifting his hand, he rests his forearm upon his knee and waits. Guardian shifts a bit, her forelegs restless, and then speaks once more in the biting tones for which she is known.<BR>
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	The Weaver sends Her greetings and regards to the Last of the Chosen. She felt your dreams, and bid me seek you out, to assist in their remembering. A task among the Immortals keeps Her away, else She would remind you of your open invitation to Her garden, and bid you seek Her out at your leisure. <BR>		<nowiki></nowiki>The Weaver sends Her greetings and regards to the Last of the Chosen. She felt your dreams, and bid me seek you out, to assist in their remembering. A task among the Immortals keeps Her away, else She would remind you of your open invitation to Her garden, and bid you seek Her out at your leisure. <BR>
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	Ghazkull bows and smiles, as, in tune with the spider’s words, the heady scent of the Lady’s garden fills the air, as if the doorway far below had been opened.<BR>		Ghazkull bows and smiles, as, in tune with the spider’s words, the heady scent of the Lady’s garden fills the air, as if the doorway far below had been opened.<BR>
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	With a barely concealed shudder, he does so, pillowing his head upon one upraised arm, the other gently setting the black widow upon his torso. She shifts, quadrupling in size, her chitinous forelegs reaching out to cup his face in a mockery of Cordir’s tender gesture, which causes his stomach to clench painfully in rigidly suppressed horror. Seconds later, as the barbs on her legs cause scratches along each cheek, a rumble of thunder vibrates the air in the Cavern, when the Weaver senses both his distress and its cause. With a soft mutter, Guardian grudgingly reverts to her prior size, smaller than your palm, and creeps only close enough to rest upon your heart. <BR>		With a barely concealed shudder, he does so, pillowing his head upon one upraised arm, the other gently setting the black widow upon his torso. She shifts, quadrupling in size, her chitinous forelegs reaching out to cup his face in a mockery of Cordir’s tender gesture, which causes his stomach to clench painfully in rigidly suppressed horror. Seconds later, as the barbs on her legs cause scratches along each cheek, a rumble of thunder vibrates the air in the Cavern, when the Weaver senses both his distress and its cause. With a soft mutter, Guardian grudgingly reverts to her prior size, smaller than your palm, and creeps only close enough to rest upon your heart. <BR>
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	Sleep, oh Favored One, the spider instructs, her tone biting and petulant at having been denied her play. <BR>		<nowiki></nowiki>Sleep, oh Favored One, the spider instructs, her tone biting and petulant at having been denied her play. <BR>
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	Ghazkull closes his hazel eyes, and the sense of warmth, almost as if a desert breeze swept in from the dunes, returns. Although he is not weary, a light sleep claims him once more, and this time, his dreams are lucid and hold perfect clarity… <BR>		Ghazkull closes his hazel eyes, and the sense of warmth, almost as if a desert breeze swept in from the dunes, returns. Although he is not weary, a light sleep claims him once more, and this time, his dreams are lucid and hold perfect clarity… <BR>
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	A dark chamber, of sigils and wards, crafted for binding and torment, has been set as the stage for a ritual. Three easily recognized figures – one of which is yourself - are bound and still upon an altar, and a fourth lies discarded upon the ground; naked, violated, gutted, and very, very dead. The scent of the dried blood and viscera is an assault on your senses, mingled with the sharp incenses and unguents that have been utilized the complex ritual currently underway. A figure, recognizable as Venom, yet moving in a manner entirely unlike the Kindred, goes about arcane tasks, only some of which appear familiar. <BR>		A dark chamber, of sigils and wards, crafted for binding and torment, has been set as the stage for a ritual. Three easily recognized figures – one of which is yourself - are bound and still upon an altar, and a fourth lies discarded upon the ground; naked, violated, gutted, and very, very dead. The scent of the dried blood and viscera is an assault on your senses, mingled with the sharp incenses and unguents that have been utilized the complex ritual currently underway. A figure, recognizable as Venom, yet moving in a manner entirely unlike the Kindred, goes about arcane tasks, only some of which appear familiar. <BR>
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	The Lady nods. "Your theory holds worth, My Heartbringer. But it will take the courage and honor that Tamar saw in you when she granted you that name, to make it so. Should you be able to hold her spirit at that moment... the Fallen One's bindings on it may well break." She pauses a moment, her eyes darkening to ebon black, before She continues: "...but it will take sacrifice and perseverance and pain. Nothing worth having comes without them..." She reaches out with one hand, cupping your cheek.<BR>		The Lady nods. "Your theory holds worth, My Heartbringer. But it will take the courage and honor that Tamar saw in you when she granted you that name, to make it so. Should you be able to hold her spirit at that moment... the Fallen One's bindings on it may well break." She pauses a moment, her eyes darkening to ebon black, before She continues: "...but it will take sacrifice and perseverance and pain. Nothing worth having comes without them..." She reaches out with one hand, cupping your cheek.<BR>
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	The Weaver's touch lingers upon your face, Her words still echoing in your ears as you wake and find that Guardian is gone, and the incense burns no more...<BR>		The Weaver's touch lingers upon your face, Her words still echoing in your ears as you wake and find that Guardian is gone, and the incense burns no more...<BR>
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	==To Brighten Your Day==		==To Brighten Your Day==
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