The Statistics of Jousting
Log Info
- Title: The Statistics of Jousting
- Emitter: Ashes
- Characters: Ashes, Merek, Mikilos, Zofija
- Place: A11: Festival Grounds
- Time: Saturday, March 12, 2022, 6:02 PM
- Summary: The Festival Grounds are hosting the monthly Arvek Nar mounted exercises. There are lists for jousting, a race track, and other features. Zofija is competing and doing well. Ashes is monitoring and counting the injuries. Mikilos, then Merek join the Mourner. Conversation and introductions occur, and possible drinks later.
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The sweeping Festival Grounds serve many purposes. For much of the year they serve as practice grounds for training knights, for the games of children who pick up ball, bat, and begin a game of stickball. During other times, they're filled with colored tents, with performers for some of Alexandria's many festivals.
Along one side are a set of permanent bleachers, and at either end an archway. Each archway is carved in the style of a grand entry and marked with images of of Daeus, with rearing horse and flying pennon. Here, the god stands depicted in his roles of defender and knight-warrior. Recently, the Lancers of Serriel have taken to practicing here, along the knights and warriors of other orders, and a small number of them take a select pride in the upkeep of the grounds, alongside the Daeusites, Navosians, Gileans, and other mixtures.
Littering the grounds are places for archery, target practice. Here too, scheduled a few times a month, is the space given for ridden sport, organized recently by the arvek nar. The reigning champion's name is displayed in an upright lance at the end of the field, a silent challenge for next month's contender.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face. Merek 5'10" 215 Lb Human Male A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. Mikilos 6'8" 180 Lb Dawn Elf Male Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. Zofija 5'8" 225 Lb Hobgoblin Female A well-dressed Arvek-Nar with a big hammer. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
It's a nice, bright, cloudless day. A little on the cold side, a constant wind blows from the northwest, flapping the banners and pennants that fly everywhere. It is that time of the month, and the grounds have been taken over for mounted sport. Red Flags are everywhere, the local knightly orders have set up some lists for jousting, and a race track is demarked along the inside perimeter of the fields.
Amidst all the colour, an ashen figure sits on one of the bleachers beneath a grey parasol. She has a satchel on her lap, and a notebook on top of that in which she's making a few marks. She's watching everything, but nothing in particular. As two knights charge each other and lances splinter, she makes a tick mark underneath a column labelled 'no injuries'.
Mikilos wanders, frowning mildly as he eyes the current activities of the grounds. After peering a long moment the wizard shrugs in acceptance and heads for the bleachers. A short glance and he heads for the Grey section. "Good afternoon." He's an unwed adult male with busybody aunts. The unsettling aura is accepted as perfectly normal. Well, normal enough to not stop him. His aura is dappled sunshine, which isn't really noticeable in full sunlight.
GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+6+2: (3)+6+2: 11 GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+5+2: (11)+5+2: 18
Every once in a while at the festival grounds, where jousting matches came about, there were somewhat strange combatants taking parts. It was possible someone had been riding a giant spider into battle, but for the moment, one of the areas was set for a match between a knight on horseback, and, an Arvek-nar on the back of a griffon? dark brown like a golden eagle, and seeming prepared for the combat, the two charge eachother. The hobgoblin ducks out of the way, her opponent's lance passing by the side of her armor, while her own lance thuds soundly into the knight's shield, sending him tumbling to the ground. Coming to a stop, the griffon screeches and flaps it's wings wide, and the arvek-nar turns, giving Ashes a thumbs up.
Ashes straightens up. The parasol which had been sliding against her shoulder is re-adjusted to provide proper shade. The happy skulls and stylized bones on the canopy cast confusing shadows. She turns her head, nods once at Mikilos and raises her hand in a wave.
She's familiar with the dawn elf, unfamiliar with his marital status and his busybody aunts. He is a bit blinding to look at, or that might be the sun coming over his shoulder. The ashen arvec stares.
"WhooOoooooooOOooo?" A tiny screech owl warbles, his eerie cry coming from under a wave of her hair. "That's Mikilos," she informs her owl. Her clothing moves on its own as things move beneath it, crawling along her body.
"WhoooOooOooooOoooo?" Her owl hoots again.
"She's with the 6th cavalry," Ashes answers in monotone. "I don't know her name."
Mikilos nods politely to the owl. trying to ignore the movements of whatever else. "Zo...gee? Zo-fi? Pretty confidant starts with a 'zee'." To be fair pretty sure they were never formally introduced. "Bit of skill, whatever her name."
Coming to a stop, the Arvek-nar moves out of the jousting ring, before dismounting the griffon with a pat to the flank and beak, before she takes the reins in one hand as she walks to the stands. She does pause, and tilt her head, before she removes her hat and bows. "Formerly of the sixth cavalry regiment of Blar, that is." She corrects, coming to stand again. "And you can have my name if you wish. Skyguard Zofija Voght, and you both are?" She asks, looking between the two.
"They're cold." Ashlee answers an unasked question. Her owl continues to stare unabated at Mikilos, peeping under her chin, his golden eyes shining bright. Ashlee doesn't nod this time, to avoid bumping his head.
"The sixth has the unusual mounts." She explains, whispering a quick answer to another unasked question as Zofija walks up and introduces herself.
"Mourner Ashlee Ciaradh, from Blar." She returns an introduction, leaving out her cavalry unit, although her boots and armour strongly suggest that service.
Mikilos smiles. "Archmage Mikilostravia Abrioudelanarchie Mithralla, Lord of Estranillia, formerly of Llyranost. Though just 'Mikilos' is fine. A pleasure to meet you, SkyGuard Voght. Mourner Ciaradh." Not certain was formerly introduced to the later, come to think of it. Just seen around.
"The sixth regiment isn't known for our unusual mounts. Not yet at least." Zofi corrects with a slight sigh. "Ah, I heard about you before I think, never had the pleasure of being healed by you though, or bad luck to have it be necessary I suppose." She continues with a light chuckle, before holding out a hand. Good to meet you, Ashlee.
The griffon turns it's head to preen at some wing feathers, but it keeps a yellow eye on Ashlee, or rather on the owl in her hair. "That's quite the mouthful of a name, but I guess some elves are like that. Nice to meet you, Miki."
Ashlee shakes the offered hand. Her grip is fine, on the weak side, unsettling. She's warm enough but her markings are hard to ignore. The Grey Lady's aspect is strongly represented in her.
"It's ok. I healed a lot of people I don't remember." The Mourner explains. She was moved from unit to unit, both heavy and light cavalry, a little unlucky token with a reputation the preceded her. She stares at the other Arvek Nar, then turns to glance at Mikilos. "He enchants."
"WhooOooOooOooo?" Her owl asks the griffon. He wasn't given a name; he's curious.
Mikilos grins. "Grandma didn't keep with many traditions, but was a big believer in large names. Mother and Father thought it best to keep her happy, but have abbreviated options for daily use." He nods to Ashes. "Enchant, conjure, scry, abjurate. Mostly enchant. Arms, armors, rods, rings, staves, potions, wondrous items of all sorts. Never have gotten into wands."
"Well, it's a shame still. I heard you did a lot of good work. And if you can recover from tattoos like that, I bet you'd have had some great tips if I met you." Zofi shrugs when she lets go of the hand. "Well, If your parents were happy, that's good. Always good to look out for them when you can. No kidding though? That's a pretty damn large portfolio. I mostly just hit things, I don't know the first thing about actually making lasting magical effects. Must be pretty popular in Alexandria with all that."
She turns to catch the Owl looking back at her companion, and the Arvek-nar grins. "That one there? She's my companion called Screech. Unless that was just normal owl noises. Seemed curious to me, at least."
The griffon in question ceases their preening and strikes a pose with their head held high at the mention of attention given to them.
"Thanks." Ashlee says, setting her hands back on the satchel in her lap. Her eyes, and the eyes of her owl, lock on the griffon as she poses. The Mourner complimenting, "She's nice."
Her clothing flutters some more. A large centipede appears at her collar and climbs into her hair. He is followed by a white lizard, and a mouse. The mouse, inexplicably, curls up underneath the owlette like an egg. Ashes collects the lizard and holds him cupped in her hands.
"He makes good armour," she affirms, looking at Mikilos briefly. "I suggest the comfort enchant."
Mikilos nods. "I spend much of my time enchanting now days, far less adventuring than I used to. Are other enchanters around, but only a few full time." He nods appreciatively to the preening griffon.
"She is nice, and a stalwart ally." Zofi nods, which causes the griffon to hold it's head even higher. The cavalier reaches into her bag, and pulls out a side of dried fish, which she tosses to Screech, who snaps it up effortlessly. She then turns to look back to Ashes, attempting to scritch the small lizard under the chin. "As much as I'd like to have some enchanted armor, can't say I can afford frivolities like comfier gear. Raising a griffon isn't cheap, especially now that I have less direct support in the matter. Figured some prize money from a tournament might help matters."
"Well, sounds like hard work, even compared to adventuring. I know plenty of craftsmen slave away ungodly hours for their work, hope you're maintaining a decent balance there."
The lizard is skittish. As Zofijah attempts to skitch him, he bites her finger tip. It's a painless chomp as his teeth are small and unable to penetrate skin. Ashes gives him a little squeeze around the middle and pops him free. She's uncertain, and decides to let him clamp onto her nose.
He's no wart, but, he's a beauty mark of sorts now.
"Carbuncle is... shy." She decides. There's a larger explanation but she avoids it. "It's so it can be slept in." Ashlee adds defensively. Never look weak, especially to other hobgoblins and soldiers. "You're prepared for mid night attacks."
Mikilos waves vaguely around the open fairgrounds. "I make a point to get out of the workshop now and again, get some air and socialization." He nods to Ashes. "Or long siege where can't rest for more than a few moments. Is handy in casual use as well, but most want it for night use."
Zofi blinks, then chuckles softly as the lizard latches onto her finger, and she waits until they are removed before she takes her hand back. "Sorry, I should have asked first. I figured with how comfortable they were with you they may be used to attention."
Zofi considers, then nods at the explanation. "That does make sense. Stay safe, keep alert. But I don't think that's all your thinking. Don't worry, I won't think less of you for things like that."
"Yeah,there's all sorts of interesting spots here. Not a lot of festivals like this, usually the kind of thing is just joint military exercises."
"He's... not met a lot of the right people." The Mourner says, as the little lizard remains tightly attached to her nose and dangling down in front of her mouth. With her markings, he seems like he's trying to crawl into her skull. This will never happen. Well, likely won't happen.
She doesn't elaborate further on her armour. She had given up on wearing it once she was discharged. A corpse punching her in the face changed her mind.
"I was curious what the injury versus attack ratio was," Ashlee taps at her notebook. "It's about two in three." There's a distant crash in the lists, more lances breaking. Her head turns slightly towards the noise. "Still two in three."
Mikilos frowns mildly. "Never underestimate the power of minor comforts, especially in hard times. The simple possibility of a warm bed made a difference when we lay seige in Sendor."
"Got you at least. Seems like you're taking care of a lot of animals, so I'd say you're a right person." Zofi chuckles. "Like a walking menagerie, not in a bad way."
"Got some time till my next bout, since I've been pretty successful so far." The arvek-nar continues, taking a seat on the bleachers herself. "I'll try not to skew your results too much though. Something to be said for the severity though. A lot different between some contusions compared to simple and complex rib fractures from a bad hit. Still, not a bad idea. What are you thinking with that info?"
"Course I know that Miki. You know I'm from Blar right? The amount of crap people went through with the hope of a better future is something else, and that's still not finished." She adds to Mikilos with one raised brow. "Sorry. I wasn't disagreeing with you. Just a touchy subject."
"Chippen is my familiar. Carbuncle's master is in prison. Minnie is hiding from the mind mold." Ashlee relates, her voice flat and lacking emotion. She's not very expressive. She strokes the owl's head, "He's a gift from the Feathered One."
"WhooOoooooooOooo?" Her owl hoots.
"Cor'lana's grandfather from Quelynos. You remember." She explains. Her owl turns his head sideways to look at her. Ashlee can also do this, just not all the way around.
"Severity doesn't matter. I can help them. Unless they're dead." She opines. "I can help them when they're dead too."
Mikilos nods. "I had failed to consider with whom I was speaking." He nods to Ashes. "Hopefully no deaths in a friendly tourney, but I suppose accidents happen."
"Don't worry about it. Sometimes people forget or don't think about it. Hell, I know people in Blar might think I'm weird." Zofi offers with another chuckle, reaching to pat the elf on the shoulder for a moment. "Sounds like a lot on your plate Ash. I mean, what, even the Fey have you looking after their animals? That's some high regard. What's that about mind mold though?"
Screech stops and rests on the ground, turning to watch the next few bouts, with a chittering not unlike laughter as one of the riders gets unseated.
"It's mind mold." Ashlee states, uncertain how to continue. Her lips purse, her fingers curl against her notepad, "It's a super-organism that infects the brain, like a bee hive. Sufferers can be cured, but if they get too moldy they can't."
"There as a village nearby. Only half survived." She concludes.
She's not sure what else to say. She doesn't want to comment on 'weird'. The crash of an unseating draws her attention, then she turns back to Mikilos, "Sometimes they leave their visors up."
Mikilos nods. "Sometimes they land wrong and snap their neck. Not often, only twice that I know about. But is twice too often for an event that's supposed to merely bruise."
"Shit, sounds bad. At least that's half that did survive. I don't blame the one with you for not wanting to be around that." The cavalier sighs. "Yeah, there's a reason people train for years to ride a horse into battle in Blar. You need to know how to defend yourself, and how to break a fall if it comes to that. But accidents do happen. Even with these lances they use for shows and training like this, sometimes they don't break right. Good thing you and other clerics are around in that case. And it's good for me too, since it means you might be around still when this is all said and done?"
The Mourner nods as if she's seen that before. Not here, but somewhere. Chippen adjusts on her head, curling around and settling down against the thick strands of hair. "I wasn't here for that."
Another nod to Zofija. The secret technique is working. The ashen Arvec stares at the other. "I might be."
There are no guarantees in life or death, and Ashlee doesn't like to make promises. Best to reassure her though, "I'll be around if you die. Don't worry."
She likes dead people.
Mikilos considers. "Technically can't help myself if some dies, but have a few options that will eventually result in them not being dead. And not undead, that's all sorts of wrong. I mean conjuring angels who can revive the dead, and things like that"
"Can't say I had any intentions of dying. After all, I wouldn't be able to accept the prize money if I was dead." Zofi snorts. "Still, that's a comfort of sorts I suppose. Something about summoning angels? Well, I suppose that's one way to revive the dead. Weird to hear people all casual like about the idea of it though."
Zofi stretches and rests her arms behind her head to regard Ashes. "I was thinking more, seeing you when I wasn't dead. Like, for a drink or something like that."
"I call for Merek." Ashlee says, looking out of the sides of her eyes, almost an expression on her lips. A glance that says a lot without saying much at all. Her head turns towards Zofija, "Mikilos is very powerful."
"I don't have a lot of good military stories." That's usually what people talk about when the drink. Her hands close up on her notepad. Her owl hops about on her shoulder, she leans her head to nudge him with a cheek. One hand is sneaking for the inside of her satchel. It will take too long. She bites her lip as she thinks about the pamphlet. "I drink things."
Smooth.
Mikilos smiles. "Angels come in quite the range. Lesser archons are simple enough to call upon. Mighty solars are some of the most powerful magics, beyond standard spells. Can open a portal and ask, but if they come or not is up to them. Tend to need a very good reason for one to come down to the physical plane."
"I figured he was, the moment he started casually mentioning summoning angels like that's something people do." Zofi snorts. "Glad I don't need to ask any for help myself. Still, handy to have the option on hand for sure. Wonder what they'd even want to talk about if I met any."
When Ashes responds, the cavalier gives her a toothy smile and a thumbs up. "I drink things too! Don't worry about war stories, I'd rather hear more about you, or share more about myself."
The griffon resting on the ground shakes its head slightly.
Merek of course will be taking his time to walk along, his dark attire on with a cavalier hat, while he comes upon Ashlee, Mikilos, and Zofija in the Festival Grounds. The man seems to consider while he waves to each of them, and nods a bit. "Ashlee, Mikilos, Ma'am," he offers.
"I can summon a butterfly of death." Ashes adds, it's not an angel but it is impressive. Sometimes. And it might appear, even the Seer Merek. She raises a hand in a wave, gives him a nod, then nods at Zofija again.
"There's not a lot to talk about." At least, not a lot she wants to talk about. Her hands are holding onto her satchel again. "Tell me more about yourself?"
Mikilos considers. "Don't think I've summoned butterflies, let alone ones of death... couple demon eating spiders. Those things are handy, but just as likely to go after innocents."
"Those aren't demon eating spiders then, are they? They're just hungry spiders." Zofi chuckles. "I'm not sure what a death butterfly entails to be honest, but butterflies usually look nice. Not sure if I'd want to be at risk of death to see one, though."
She waves to the man, bowing her head just slightly. "Skyguard Zofija. Good day to you sir." She greets. "Course, I can't tell you too much about me, have to save some for later. And even if there's not a lot, that just makes it easier to hear more. And I wouldn't mind that in the slightest."
Merek looks along to everyone and nods a bit, while he seems to consider, "We meeting new people?" he asks. The man takes a seat with Ashlee, and looks then to everyone, "Anyway, it is good to see ya all," he will admit. "Pleasure, Merek."
The Mourner shrugs, holds her hands out and implies a wingspan a couple feet across, "They're safe, the butterflies. Big. Silvery. They shoot beams."
She has seen a few spiders though.
It's time to nod again, so Ashlee does. "She's competing. She was winning," she tells Merek. "It's good to see you too."
Mikilos frowns mildly, but shrugs. "Sound a bit like Lantern Archons. Handy little celestials, but not the brightest of beings. Figuratively speaking. Literally, they give off quite a bit of light."
"Well then, maybe I wouldn't mind seeing them. Long as they aren't shooting beams at me at least." The hobgoblin smiles. "And I don't intend to cease winning, either. Who knows how the rest will go, but I'm feeling confident for the time being. And I just wanted to meet some new people, yeah."
The Mourner nods again as Mikilos provides the explanation. Success! Until Zofija requests to see one. She exhales, answers in a flat monotone. "Can't. There's an abdjuration."
She looks towards Merek, hopefully he'll fill that in.
While she waits, her mind wanders. Not off to the lists but to her other experiences here in the Festival Grounds, and one afternoon where she was sighting in her crossbow. On a silhouette of a guard. A knight even. "She's new here."
This is true and obvious, something already shared. Ashlee says it more as the thought passes, to indicate a change in her own, rather than to be informative. The Mourner is reflecting on all the misconceptions she had of Alexandria, wondering what she would have most needed to hear. Something a hobgoblin might say, an observation that had at its base their common culture and thought patterns.
"It's like home." Ashes says, "except they aren't honest. It's all covered in a veneer of civilization. How we think of humans, they think of us. The layers are there, hidden. They show when things crack."
Humans are monsters. There's another glance at Mikilos, "I don't know how it is for elves."
Merek nods a bit to everyone while he seems to think about it. He doesn't talk at the moment, he instead watches the skies and stars, taking his chart to write on. He leans back a bit and a little next to Ashlee, "The stars are great tonight. Ah, what are we talking about? I am distracted."
"The adbjuration that stops things being summoned in the city, Merek." Ashlee says.
Mikilos frowns and nods. "Conjurations, teleportations, extra dimensional pockets. I understand, but find it all a little heavy handed and inconvenient." He nods to Ashes. "As bad, if not worse, with centuries of 'civility' piled up. Can be a useless little shit, but simper properly to the right royals and get a military command. Part of why are so panicked over the Veil going off, they know half the military is just window dressing. The other half is competent, but still worrisome."
Merek looks around a little bit, and nods then to Ashlee, and points to Zofija, "That's right. Magic," he notes. "I wouldn't worry about it."
"Ah, abjuration stuff. That's why all the teleportation facilities are set up outside the city limits." Zofi nods. "Does sound inconvenient, but comes from a good place, at least I hope it does."
Zofija listens to what was shared, a small frown forming. "If the world was just and fair, the order of the scale wouldn't be necessary." The arvek-nar grumbles. "But someone needs to hold people accountable and fairly. Makes sense. As much as Blar tries to move forward, they haven't fixed all their problems. Not even close."
"I suppose at least, to get more noted in Blar, you actually have to be a decent warrior or commander, but that leads to the problem of ending up with soldiers and war commanders in charge of infrastructure."
"Everyone is equal in death." The Mourner says, assured by her statement and still lacking any inflection or liveliness to her words. She believes in a different set of scales, has her own tiny version, and the image is all over her gear.
An oft tossed around military saying pops into her head and falls out, "If they're any good, they make a vague order and leave it up to the sergeants." She was told this often, typically by goblins, whenever she gave an order. Her head shakes. She is not nostalgic for her service.
"The problems in Blar are here. That's what I would have wanted to know."
"That is true, though not all paths to get there or destinations from there are equal. It is only an equalizer," Merek will note to Ashlee, then he nods a bit. The man looks to Zofija and to Mikilos, "Anyway, I'm... The Seer, aye. Friend of Ashlee's, and I've met the Halls a lot more times than I would care to, I admit. In at least one case I merged with the Sea of Mana."
Mikilos shrugs. "A good soldier at least understands the need for a good bridge. Might not be able to build one, but at least understands the need. A simpering fop doesn't want to spoil the quaint old traditional ferry." He nods to Merek. "Been to the Grey Halls a few unexpected times myself... honestly not a lot more pleasant when travel for business and have an appointment."
"I guess they are." Zofija sighs, her mood darkening quickly. "And that's a pretty dumb saying, if you'll pardon me. That's just asking for communication to break down and orders to be interpreted badly."
"And if there are no bridge builders to consult, what then? You end up finding someone who thinks they can build a bridge."
"I should probably start preparing for my next bout in a minute."
"It is a goblin saying." Ashlee agrees. Minding the goblins was her least favourite duty. She can hear her old drill sergeant again. How long ago was that, how old was he, could he have died in active duty?
Her eyes widen. Her drill sergeant is definitely at the bottom of her list of desired hauntings. Hopefully he's not dead, and if he is, she should stop thinking about him in case that attracts him somehow.
There's another glance at Merek.
Ashlee turns, her focus on Zofija. "Good luck. Good luck Screech." She doesn't have any useful advice. Useful spells... well, that would be dishonourable.
Merek nods a bit to everyone, "Alright, it's good to meet someone new, with that in mind, well... I don't know, were there any like plans?" the man asks, a bit tired.
Mikilos shrugs. "I had some vague ideas, but found the fairgrounds being used for the day. Beyond those failed plans, I've no ideas,"
"Appreciate it Ash." The cavalier offers with a small smile. There's a bow of the head from the griffon who rises to their feet and stretches out their wingspan. "You're still welcome to share drinks and talk later if you want, but you don't have to if you've got other plans."
"Take care, hope to see you at the winning ceremonies after. And hopefully not to show up as a scratch in that notebook." She chuckles, letting the darkened mood pass just a bit as she guided her companion off to the preparation area.
"Okay." Ashlee says, looking down at her notebook then looking up. She watches the other Arvek Nar with her griffon. Especially the griffon. She pats at her satchel, feeling for a lump. It's still there but the city-wide magics are inconvenient.
An afternoon of casual statistics gathering has turned into something else. She's not entirely sure what to think about it. Whatever she is pondering, it doesn't show on her face, which remains in a fixed expression and obscured by her skull marking.
"Okay," she says again. Chippen comes down and encircles her throat. She waves as the pair leave.
"Hmm."
Merek looks then to Ashlee as the others seem to go off, and nods a bit to the woman, "I hope you are doing alright," he mentions, while he takes the time to lean back and relax, pulling the cavalier hat along features.
"I'm okay." Ashlee confirms, looking at Merek. Mikilos seems to have vanished. Teleportation is out, so perhaps he went invisible and crept away. Which reminds the Arvec Nar, there was an enchantment she wanted to get. It can wait. Her ears dip in, as she imagines it.
She points a pen in the direction of the jousting, "taking stats. Present for emergencies." She's not going anywhere for the moment.
After... that remains to be seen.
Merek nods a little bit to Ashlee, "Of course." Then he takes the time to begin relaxing, napping with the woman working the stats of the jousting. He seems to be content.
OOC
Everyone is equal in death
<OOC> Merek says, "Everyone is equal in death = Merek: Hold my beer."
<OOC> Merek ascends
<OOC> Merek says, "Merge with LIFESTREAM"
<OOC> Ashes snorts
<OOC> Mikilos promotes equailty.... VIA FIREBALL
<OOC> Ashes hysterics, "This is why we can't date Merek! You seduced my Goddess and she won't keep you dead."
<OOC> Zofija says, "lol"
<OOC> Merek says, "LOL"
<OOC> Merek says, "accurate"
<OOC> Merek says, "i passed diplomacy with the goddess"
GAME: Merek rolls diplomacy: (12)+31: 43