She sits down, taking up an inked quill and piece of parchment and begins a rather intensely worded letter to send to a cult in a realm far from her own. She knows that it will take a long trip, and that the time away from her hand will be longer than she'd care for it to be, but she starts her voyage down the trail of irritation as she begins...
Pidge,
Just in the instance that you haven't figured it out, I thought that I'd pen it all down for you in limited verbage, that you might understand why I'd rather remove your spleen and feed it to a trog than to see you walk past me. If my wording is at any time too large for your limited capacities to comprehend, do send back a confirmation and I'll break it down into words that are befitting of someone that sets below level 100.
I find the very thought of you repulsive. Nothing about you is in the least bit pleasant. Your smell is atrocious, your stench lingered on for weeks after your removal from my cult square, and I still can't find a cleaning product in Gothador that might remove the stains of your sweat and arse from the bedding that you borrowed from me. I still feel as if I might vomit, each time that I look at the body imprint upon the bedding, and can't help but think that if you knew how to cleanse yourself, you'd not have ruined my belongings.
Your lingering presence makes me want to pin you down in the center of the Dark Forest and blast you with the most powerful water spell that I can summon... though I am uncertain that it will remove all of the filth that your soul harbors. There is something unholy about you, and your constant attempts at martyrdom only prove my point day after day.
I am disgusted that you attempted to besmirch my honor with your strain of lies, but know that the so-called "stripping" of your pouches were not nearly what you attempted to stretch the truth with... and your "sister" had returned to her the nearly 900 platinum that you conned out of your current cult owner, along with the coordinates for all of the objects that you stole from people, but I could not find the original owners to. By the way, everyone that you wronged in your younger days... they've been repaid, despite the fact that I didn't have to. The only one left to repay, you don't care enough to even attempt it.
Yes, that would be me. But I don't want a repayment of your dirty money. I don't want your filthy, stolen funds. I want you to leave me and my family alone. I know that I'll never see the return of the things that you took from my offspring. I know that I'll never see a single gold piece of the money that you supposedly paid out for your room and board, but never actually did. I know this because of the creditors that came to call after your web of lies untangled.
If you want to repay me... leave me alone. Do not come around any longer, for those around that you disgust with your presence would rather see me before you. They prefer the company of a champion for faith and truth... and not a seed of malice and discontent. They prefer to hold the company of someone who is righteous and upstanding... and not some ilk that hides in the shadows, lurking to see who's purse strings they can cut and who's aura they can milk for more of their whines and pettiness.
No... leave me and my offspring and go about your business. All that care to know you, can find you where you currently lay your waste. Leave us alone and do not continue your stalking of us. If you cannot abide by my wishes, I will seek out justice in a form that would not at all please you whilst you rot away in the cells...
This is my written warning. Do not continue your stalking and harassment, or if you do... be prepared for this caged tiger to strike back in a fashion that you have only heard rumors about, and occasionally attempted yourself, with poorly met results. No, if you cannot abide by my wishes, there will not be a realm, a land, a square that I will not have tracked down. You will be hunted, I will not hold back a single platinum to have your throat cut daily. Your time here will be unpleasant... eternally.
Nyt
She sets down her pen and stares at the letter for a few moments, then cracks her knuckles and spreads a thin covering of sand along the words, only to blow them away a few moments later. With the ink finely dried, she folds the letter and seals it with her stamp, then hands it over to the falcon who rests in wait for its next delivery. As the falcon takes off for its destination, she leans back and just waits for the pompous response that will inevitably return.
Sending a simple letter...
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Posted 27 February 2008 - 07:35
Who are you trying to kid this is no RP. Im no Mod but Take it to PM.
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Posted 27 February 2008 - 12:37
well it technicly is RP its written in char and theres not atack against the player behind pidge just about pidge itself.
as to wther it should be here or not is a different matter lol i dont knw the relationships behind this, wether its freinds joking, enemys hateing or anything else (hell i have made post about hating and calling people names to frends before as a joke) but it is in char and roleplayed
as to wther it should be here or not is a different matter lol i dont knw the relationships behind this, wether its freinds joking, enemys hateing or anything else (hell i have made post about hating and calling people names to frends before as a joke) but it is in char and roleplayed
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Posted 27 February 2008 - 14:25
OOC: It looks like RP to me... and I did talk to a moderator, who knows the back story and even *he* said it was RP. If she doesn't like it, she can either RP it out, or deal with it. Either way, it's RP.
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Posted 27 February 2008 - 16:23
A fine bit of RP there Nyt
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 00:47
*pounces on the carrier falcon from atop a steeple, and pulling the ripcord descends to into a field of lillies to have lunch. *
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 15:32
The falcon puts up far more of a fight than the poor cat would have intended, and manages to break free before it can become lunch. Luckily, the falcon was on his return trip from delivering his mail. It returns into the same open window that it took flight from and perches on the safety of the enchanted perch.
Nyt looks up from tending to the plants near the open and sunny window and arches a brow at seeing that her prized carrier falcon had returned without correspondence. She drums her manecured nails upon the dark wood of her desk, then out crops a snicker. It's accompanied by a small and contained fit of laughter, in which she wipes away a few tears. She turns an antiqued hand mirror right side up and gazes into the reflected glass as she calms her jovial mood. Through the glass, she does not see herself though. No, she sees the one that she has embonded herself to. She sees the one that completes her, keeps her close, and defends her when a well-aimed shot will not suffice. She sees Ozmendus.
"It seems that one of two things has happened. Either she has figured out that I am none too pleased with her and has decided to cower back as she should have done ages ago... or she is sending her goons to attempt to silence my outbursts. Either way, secure the hold, release the reptiles to their favored marshes and place the amulets where I have shown you to keep our home magically secure. Something does not bode well, and I can hear the sounds of futile complaints in the distance..."
She listens as her bonded speaks back to her, and once the conversation has finished, she sets the mirror back down and looks out the window once more. Being that she was very rarely wrong about things, she had already foreseen the beginnings of the trained hoardes as they crested over the first of the hills that made their way into her land. She casually shrugged off the screeches that she overheard as she used her favored trees to eavesdrop on their war party, and she looked to the sky. If they were going to try to siege... they would do it one of the worst rain storms that they'd ever seen. Luckily for her, Oz was used to fighting in one of her conjured weather anomalies.
There would indeed be blood upon the ground, and it would not be her own.
Nyt looks up from tending to the plants near the open and sunny window and arches a brow at seeing that her prized carrier falcon had returned without correspondence. She drums her manecured nails upon the dark wood of her desk, then out crops a snicker. It's accompanied by a small and contained fit of laughter, in which she wipes away a few tears. She turns an antiqued hand mirror right side up and gazes into the reflected glass as she calms her jovial mood. Through the glass, she does not see herself though. No, she sees the one that she has embonded herself to. She sees the one that completes her, keeps her close, and defends her when a well-aimed shot will not suffice. She sees Ozmendus.
"It seems that one of two things has happened. Either she has figured out that I am none too pleased with her and has decided to cower back as she should have done ages ago... or she is sending her goons to attempt to silence my outbursts. Either way, secure the hold, release the reptiles to their favored marshes and place the amulets where I have shown you to keep our home magically secure. Something does not bode well, and I can hear the sounds of futile complaints in the distance..."
She listens as her bonded speaks back to her, and once the conversation has finished, she sets the mirror back down and looks out the window once more. Being that she was very rarely wrong about things, she had already foreseen the beginnings of the trained hoardes as they crested over the first of the hills that made their way into her land. She casually shrugged off the screeches that she overheard as she used her favored trees to eavesdrop on their war party, and she looked to the sky. If they were going to try to siege... they would do it one of the worst rain storms that they'd ever seen. Luckily for her, Oz was used to fighting in one of her conjured weather anomalies.
There would indeed be blood upon the ground, and it would not be her own.
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 19:18
This story sounds vaguly familar its just missing something ohhhh yeah i know
There ya go much better
There ya go much better
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 19:20
OOC: I'll ask once, nicely. If you aren't going to be involved in my RP thread by RPing yourself... kindly quit attempting to disrupt it. Thank you.
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 19:40
OOC: I'll ask once, nicely. If you aren't going to be involved in my RP thread by RPing yourself... kindly quit attempting to disrupt it. Thank you.
Im always in character darlin i borrowd those dwarfs from mojo just for you ...
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Posted 28 February 2008 - 21:23
OK, enough with the clicky, clicky in here.
Keep it on topic, or it gets locked.
I hate it when I have to bust out the red ink.
Keep it on topic, or it gets locked.
I hate it when I have to bust out the red ink.
"Well I talk loud, and carry a bigger stick! And I use it too!" - Yosemite Sam
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Posted 29 February 2008 - 04:15
OOC: It looks like RP to me... and I did talk to a moderator, who knows the back story and even *he* said it was RP. If she doesn't like it, she can either RP it out, or deal with it. Either way, it's RP.
ooc: just cause you have a pet mod, doesnt make it rp.....
ic: get a life
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Posted 29 February 2008 - 11:11
OOC: It looks like RP to me... and I did talk to a moderator, who knows the back story and even *he* said it was RP. If she doesn't like it, she can either RP it out, or deal with it. Either way, it's RP.
ooc: just cause you have a pet mod, doesnt make it rp.....
ic: get a life
Gothador Forum Members, this is a prime example of absolute stupidity, ignorance and the inability to actually read.
Decisions made by Moderators are not done individually, we all vote on a decision. If you feel that biased behaviour is being performed, take it up with the proper channels.
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