Funny Stuff

Listen, let's not get into who's formerly dead around here.

Larth always catching flak for being too loud hahaha

At a short distance through the open heavy iron-barred oak door, you see: Larth bellows, "I S-- -O-O-T TH-R-! G-T IN H-R-, -RTIST!" [in Ruvic]

At a short distance through the open heavy iron-barred oak door, you see: A harsh-visaged guardlooks at Larth disapprovingly as loudness ensues.

The true perils of horse ownership...this all happened in about 30 seconds.

You ask a weathered stableman about buying a roan palfrey with a friendly expression.

Stoically, a weathered stableman takes your 42 duskies and 45 wafers as payment.

A roan palfrey with a friendly expression struggles against your hold, and successfully frees herself.

You release a roan palfrey with a friendly expression.

A roan palfrey with a friendly expression challenges you with a clarion whinny!

You stop looking around.

A roan palfrey with a friendly expression's head darts in a snapped bite at your right arm.

The bite lands over your right arm.
Blood begins trickling from your right arm.

You struggle up onto a roan palfrey with a friendly expression's back.

Head lowered with a sharp whinny, a roan palfrey with a friendly expression drives straight toward you, hooves thudding.

The trample lands over your stomach.

You are thrown from your seat upon a roan palfrey with a friendly expression.

You are partially crushed between the ground and the weight of a roan palfrey with a friendly expression!

Your stomach sustains a disfiguring bruise.

There's a sickening crack from your stomach.

Black spots begin to blossom across your vision.

Your right hip sustains a disfiguring contusion.

Something crunches in your right hip.

Black spots cloud your eyes.

Your back sustains a disfiguring contusion.

Black spots cloud your eyes.

Your left leg sustains a disfiguring contusion.

Something crunches in your left leg.

Everything sounds oddly far away.

Your left leg sustains a swollen and livid bruise.

Black spots cloud your eyes.

A roan palfrey with a friendly expression falls to the ground.

Everything sounds oddly far away.

You struggle to get up, but you cannot.

You try to stop fighting.

The stress causes a sapphire blue couranty tunic embellished with gold to break.

Ripped too badly to continue wearing, a sapphire blue couranty tunic embellished with gold falls off.

The stress causes a pair of deep green couranty riding trousers to break.

Ripped too badly to continue wearing, a pair of deep green couranty riding trousers falls off.

A tattered linen rag falls out of a pair of deep green couranty riding trousers.

A roan palfrey with a friendly expression gets up and stands within the general area, twisting upright in a mad recovery.

With a snort, a roan palfrey with a friendly expression wheels and kicks powerful hooves towards your stomach.

The hoofkick connects upon your stomach.

The world wavers in dizzy dimness.

The world abruptly fades away to darkness.

(Beyond your dream world): A roan palfrey with a friendly expression swats a flank with her tail.
 

Who needs mist monsters when you can have a friendly pony?

I'm amazed that climbing up was successful and that the horse still charged and trampled

Right?! Poor Pilgrim got so many bugs from me for that one..

The animals are rebelling

Inaya walks over from the way east through a stone arch.
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A scrawny brown milk cow wanders over from the way east through a stone arch, lowing hungrily.
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Back Inaya comes... followed by a cow? She turns to look at a scrawny brown milk cow with deep
suspicion, lifting a detailed iron saw as though in warning to it.

And I think the fight pit broke because of it lol.   Others restarted fighting

A lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian saunters down a pair of steps to the pit.
Down in the combatants' pit, a lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian saunters over from up a pair of
steps up to the main floor.

Down in the combatants' pit, a lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian calls in challenge, "Who dares to
face me?" [in Ilexi with a stammering bass-baritone]

A looming brawler charges down a pair of steps to the pit.
Down in the combatants' pit, a looming brawler charges over from up a pair of steps up to the main
floor.

Down in the combatants' pit, a looming brawler heads over to an opposing position, bellowing at a
lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian, "I will take that challenge!" [in Ilexi with a melodious bass]

While explaining about being late for some obligation, a lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian moves
straight for the exit.
A looming brawler climbs out of the pit and goes to discuss the fight with a few others.
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A pale-blue-eyed bookie shouts, "ROLLICKING HOUND THE ABLE AGAINST BLOODY RIPPER THE GREAT! GOOOO!"
[in Ruvic]
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Moving about to take wagers, a pale-blue-eyed bookie lets the audience know, "Odds favor Bloody
Ripper the Great, 57-52!" [in Ruvic]


Wagers are loudly exchanged among a group of brawlers, watching the ongoings in the combatants' pit
between a looming brawler and a lithe platinum-blond-haired ruffian.

Enough time has passed I feel I can share what had me laugh so hard I was struggling to rp that day. It was great, thank you. (Tordy is one of the guards)

Tordy walks into the Seaglass Inn through the set of double doors, patrolling.

Tordy rushes towards a mistwood bar set neatly with stools in a tackle of Shishir.
Tordy lands upon Shishir.
Shishir is knocked over by Tordy's tackle and both tumble to the floor.

Tordy gets up and stands at a mistwood bar set neatly with stools, leaping up again.

Rawiya blinks.

You blink.
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Tordy grips Shishir firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.

Shishir grunts, falling down to the floor, "AH!" [in Sirdabi]

Tordy yells, "HALT, IN THE NAME OF THE GOOD SAINT!" [in Ilexi]

Shishir says, "WHAT!" [in Sirdabi]

Rawiya says, "Wait, what did he say?" [in Sirdabi]

Tordy walks out of the Seaglass Inn through the set of double doors, patrolling, dragging Shishir.

At a short distance through the open set of double doors, you see: Shishir says, "I DON'T KNOW!" [in
Sirdabi]

and later

Patiently nodding after waiting for you to translate, Larth says, "Uh huh. Now, pray ask first his
heathen name, and then what in the saint's holy ass-crack he was doing in the neighborhood of 
Hollyhill this afternoon."

Not exactly what I meant to target

>dry self
You use a heavy ship's mop to dry yourself.