(cutting out a lot of slaying)
Centre of the Cassiandora square marketplace.
Prometheus, The Firesong Thief is here.
You can discern no hidden presences here.
You scream "Boo!" at the top of your voice.
Prometheus says, "Heya".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Here's the final deal".
Prometheus tilts his head and listens intently to you.
Aphotic Narissa says, "You find a more fitting suffix".
The ghost of Khashakin walks blankly across the gangplank onto the glowing Vessel of the Dead.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Or...".
Narissa pauses for dramatic effect.
Aphotic Narissa says, "I'll bombard you with scathingly bad poetry".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Trust me. A thief's verses are something to be feared".
Prometheus says, "Worse than mine..... That is unnatural...".
Aphotic Narissa says, "We steal all the bad bits from everyone elese".
Prometheus's face finally shows signs of comprehension.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Don't make me unleash the power of the iambic".
Aphotic Narissa says, "So?".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Poetry of doom?".
Prometheus says, "Hmm oh me".
Aphotic Narissa says, "I write as nasty as I fight".
You wink knowingly.
Prometheus chuckles long and heartily.
Aphotic Narissa says, "You'll have to quit your profession".
Aphotic Narissa says, "It'll be that painful".
Daughter of Time Chasity wraps her ghostly fingers about her lorerobes. She is surrounded by a vortex
of visions and lo! She is whole once more.
Daughter of Time Chasity swoons backwards, lapsing into a form of unconsciousness.
You seize Daughter of Time Chasity by the throat and squeeze away the life force with your bare
hands.
Daughter of Time Chasity flops about like a fish in your hands, but can take no more. Her body
becomes limp and you hurl it to the ground.
Your blood-lust has risen to 42.
Chasity has been slain by Aphotic Narissa, Shadow Mistress.
Chasity returns to haunt Avalon as a ghost.
Daughter of Time Chasity de Fabritiis, Beloved of Khash rises again as a ghost to haunt Avalon still.
Aphotic Narissa says, "August, have you heard my deal with Prometheus here?".
August says, "Not yet".
Prometheus says, "Narissa will get lyrical ".
Aphotic Narissa says, "I've threatened to read him my poetry if he doesn't find a more fitting suffix".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Have you heard my classic: "An Ode to a Little Grimleaf Plant"?".
August says, "Uh oh".
August says, "This one is in 32 parts".
Prometheus says, "I bet it is passionate".
Prometheus tilts his head and listens intently to you.
Narissa clears her throat, straightening, and dramatically holding one hand out.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Oh little grimleaf plant".
Aphotic Narissa says, "To you I've made an ode".
August says, "This might get grimleaf clearpicked".
August ducks down quickly.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Your poison's on my hands".
Aphotic Narissa says, "And my enemy's corpse is cold".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Sadly though, my little weed".
Aphotic Narissa says, "His dinner is as well".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Why did he have to leave".
Aphotic Narissa says, "The remains of tavern swill?".
Aphotic Narissa says, "It rots and festers up a stink".
Aphotic Narissa says, "And I gag a teensy bit!".
August tries to move past you, but you block him.
August tries to move past you, but you block him.
August tries to move past you, but you block him.
August tries to move past you, but you block him.
August tries to move past you, but you block him.
(rofl)
A shadowy figure melts away beyond the eye of your mind.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Oh gods, my kingdom for a sink!".
August rears up his steed and leaps to the north.
Aphotic Narissa says, "But all I have is...".
You cover your mouth with your hand and titter girlishly.
Aphotic Narissa says, "I'm just making this up as I go".
Aphotic Narissa says, "You're supposed to be applying the dynallca...".
August tells Prometheus, "Its an audience right!".
You curl up in a corner and sulk.
Prometheus says, "You lied".
You raise an eyebrow tentatively.
Prometheus says, "It is better than mine".
Prometheus says, "So not the worst".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Fine, we'll try another".
Aphotic Narissa says, "A free verse".
Prometheus says, "And mine is usually rehearsed".
Narissa shakes her hips, lightly tapping out a tattoo on her quiver.
Aphotic Narissa says, "This one's called: "Stab em, man"".
Narissa snaps one finger in rhythm.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Stab, stab, stab em man".
Someone laughs happily, wiping tears from her eyes.
Narissa shakes her head quite poetically.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Stab, stab, stab em man".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Stab em...".
Narissa pauses dramatically.
Krazy Kalla says, "Beatnik now ".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Stab em...".
Narissa pauses dramatically.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Stab em..... DEAD".
Narissa dismounts, performing a graceful curtsey.
Prometheus bows respectfully.
Prometheus says, "I'll change my name (as much as I love it) if you can make a poem that doesn't
involve violence or gore".
Prometheus starts to applaud.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Easily done".
Aphotic Narissa says, "This one is...umm...called "On Pacifism"".
Prometheus says, "This'll be good".
Prometheus rubs his hands together with glee.
Aphotic Narissa says, "Why does the little pacifist".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Flitter to and fro?".
Aphotic Narissa says, "They have no threats and dangers".
Aphotic Narissa says, "So why do they hurry so?".
Aphotic Narissa says, "If I were a pacifist".
Aphotic Narissa says, "I'd practice more lucrative skills".
Aphotic Narissa says, "For surely prostitution".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Makes more income than kills".
Prometheus laughs happily, wiping tears from his eyes.
You curtsey gracefully.
Prometheus says, "ROFL".
Someone laughs happily, wiping tears from her eyes.
Prometheus says, "I will change".
You beam broadly.
Prometheus says, "That is too good".
Aphotic Narissa says, "Honey over vinegar, baby".
You wink knowingly.
