Osus is quality (cat) people.

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You've reached the uninformative help match I haven't written yet.

http://i.imgur.com/fBq8R.jpg

Everytime I come accross something like this I think Osus first.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity suddenly moves away, giving you a wide berth! It goes without saying you'll be wanted for forbidden practices in The Rakash Village.

> Okay, not gunna lie, I lol'd.
>
> Jerks :(
>
> -O

Okay.. I'll admit it.. I more than LOL'd when I read this part... HA HA HA

>The not so subtle intimation was he was a jerk here to mess with people.

If you took it that way, you took it wrong. I got no issues with Osus' player. My character however hates him and he hates me for our own reasons. But I was just messin with him.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity suddenly moves away, giving you a wide berth! It goes without saying you'll be wanted for forbidden practices in The Rakash Village.

Fair enough.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity suddenly moves away, giving you a wide berth! It goes without saying you'll be wanted for forbidden practices in The Rakash Village.

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside... well and outside too.

I still hate all of you.

Dont touch my ears.

-Sincerely,

Calves.

Lips braced
Resisting, straining,
Refusing to show you how much I love
Your special gifts.
A smile breaks free
You are relieved.

You step forward,
Out of the shadows
That protect you from my prying eyes,
And greet my smile,
With effusive pride.
Your supple footfalls: as if walking on air.

I look at you,
Such understanding eyes,
As I draw a finger
Along your lower parts.
You shake your fist,
A leggen hokey-pokey.

I curl my arm around yourself,
Gripping my long broad-tipped device,
Fashioned solely for the purpose
Of collecting the viscous gift
You expel with such animated pride.
I am grateful for it's length.

I push hard.
I dig deep.
I pull it out.
And marvel at the clump
That deposits in my recepticle.
I believe you are smirking.
Your kitty litter is again
Fresh as it ever was.

Ode To Osus

>With fur so supple,
>Expansive eyes in the dark,
>You purr with each rub.

<3

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity suddenly moves away, giving you a wide berth! It goes without saying you'll be wanted for forbidden practices in The Rakash Village.

>What in the world happened in here?

I don't know...but i'm both as amused and perplexed as you it seems.

as far as DR related poetry/song though, i'd put that up there with I'm a Pretty Pony! (Clippity-Clop) by Korsik :D

Blackguard Danoryiel

"Sogan udazama umbunor fau arrazoi inishatu seiremisai. (Only the fallen have nothing to despair)"

>>What in the world happened in here?

I'm not sure, but suddenly I feel ill...

-O (In hiding)

So much awesome here.

Please return to the regular DR soon, thank you.

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"I think anything that forces you to do something no sane adventurer would do just in order to train is ridiculous."
DR-SOCHARIS

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Victory Over Lyras, on the 397th year and 156 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

> Osus = awesome.

Osum?

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You typed Roar Help. Good for you!

Hrm, bring this back to DR. Okay:

Zoluren has just been hit by yet another wave of attacks by the Elpalzi and we focus in on a lone figure kneeling amidst the carnage. The proud warrior Vinjince kneels his head hanging low surrounded by scores of dismembered kitty paws. He looks up, a profound look of sadness on his face, tears welling up slightly in his eyes. Immediately that sadness turns to a look of anger, he takes up a dismembered paw, shakes it to the sky and bellows in rage "Elpalzi, your blood will run deep as a river. I shall avenge you my brothers and sisters!

And here is a deleted scene from meanwhile in the high temple:

Striding into the room with an air of quiet confidence, Liurilias casts his eyes upward as he takes his place before the Ve Aevan Gaenan, his face a mask of serenity. A black haired Elven woman slips up beside him, flicking her gaze upward as her hand trails down his arm. Her eyes search the scant shadows around the room before she steps back, seeming satisfied for the moment. A tall Human, graying at the temples but holding a tower shield as if he was born with it in his hand, trails after the Elf. He finds a place off the dais yet close to her and settles into a vigilant stance. Slowly, another pair of Elves, their features hidden behind deep cowls, makes their way onto the dais and eases themselves onto their knees before the altar. Glancing at one another, they remove their hoods and look around the room. Thirteen acolytes quickly step into view, casually tossing incense upon the burning braziers set around the High Altar before taking their places around Liurilias with bowed heads. Everyone present seems to defer to him without a thought, his authority unspoken and natural.

Using a compound of anloral dust soaked in sirese ink, Liurilias carefully draws an intricate series of symbols on the floor before the altar. He walks in a slow circle, examining his work carefully, before reclaiming his place in the center. His eyes drift closed as a soft litany begins to fall from his lips. Slowly increasing in pace, his eyes snap open and seem to fix upon something beyond your sight. The symbols erupt into bright golden light that surrounds Liurilias in a refulgent halo before shimmering out of sight. In unison, the acolytes raise their arms and take up the chant. Ethereal streamers of eerie purple-black, white, silver-grey, and brilliant gold slowly begin to coalesce around their feet, winding sinuously up their forms until being caught up in their midst, multiple ribbons of light joining each pair of hands to the next as the circle draws closer to the Prydaen at the center.

While this is occurring a moth silently flits in from the hallway and bounces along the ceiling. Liurlias's head snaps as he spies the moth. He suddenly leaps towards it claws flashing in the torchlight. The moth continues flitting across the ceiling just out of reach of the leaping Liurilias before stopping in one spot for a moment. Luirilias stares at the moth waiting..waiting...waiting. Just as Sendithu starts to step forward the moth takes flight again, Liurlias pounces ears folded, whiskers twitching in excitement, just short again! The moth silently circles before flitting out the hallway with a leaping Liurilias following. Sendithu shakes her head at the figures on the dais and quietly says "I'll go get him" and strides down the hall.

I figured it was only fair to share the Prydaen love.

Leucius

Never argue with an idiot, they bring you down to their level and then beat you with experience.

>>I'm going to keel you, Leuc.

You're so catty today!

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"If swords ever cross, the Barbarian shall be the one left standing." - Guild Leader Agonar

Opossum.

+1

Madigan

You sense the Clarity spell upon you, which will last for about seven thousand eight hundred thirty-six roisaen.
You sense the Anti-Stun spell upon you, which will last for about seven thousand eight hundred thirty-five roisaen.