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*hands paper back to Jamela*
Thank you for that, i will take this advice that you could have yourself used and do with it what I will.

Very soon this thread will end up as long as this thread. We dont need that

Edited for having not much use.
Not a word...Any of you !!!

d29565 wrote:Very soon this thread will end up as long as this thread.

"What happened?" Alas, Keiko, are you declaring a challange?

Here's what happened to the shielding act, just on a larger scale:

marct wrote:We have made an RP item about the defense of our town and it's townsfolk. He really could have an easy time of it, but still chooses to provoke.

((Apparently when the Kamists start an aggressive wave of RP (*cough* this thread before derailing *hack*) it's all fine and dandy; any Karavan attempt, however, is automatically dismissed as unfair rubbish. IOOITKDI anyone?))

tylarth wrote:A matis makes a note of kami politics, ''if the rule doesn't work... rewrite it..., then blame the karavan so the rest of the Kami don't notice the hipocracy''

*notices what Aajolea is writing down* "Not all Kami don't notice, so don't generalize too much" I say, Then walk away.

mrshad[... wrote:“Wretched Trykers,” the younger Fyros said after finishing the contents of his mug.

Leaving his chair with difficulty the old fyrosian left the room and almost limping climbed down the dark stairs of the bar...
- Good job, my friend, grinned a tall figure uncloaking for the moment while searching under her clothes.
It was a slender, pale lady on whose hips long battle knives were resting in two of those special sheathes that made the poison dropping bath the blade back.
The old homin shuddered but still stretched a trembling hand to receive the purse.

"Poor ham" she murmured while leaving through the back door, "but maybe some will belive him nevertheless.."

OOC: I know what was in that bag she gave him! It was cats turned into powder - the ones you can inhale through your nose and get kicks /OOC
- Poor ******* - thought the people around. Cat junkies are sometimes really pathetic...

Leaving the loud noise of the bar behind, Riveit staggers out into the sultry night air. By clutching the railing every few steps he manages to make his way to the beach without falling in the lake. At last, he arrives at the teleporter and fumbles through his tickets. So many tickets! They all look the same. Ahh! Here is the Fairhaven ticket. He uses the ticket and arrives in at this destination. This is odd. Why is Fairhaven so dark? It must be cloudy tonight. Riveit stumbles forward toward his apartment. Who put these three great vorax in Fairhaven? Aaaahhhhrrrrgggggggg........

"Riveit, are you alright?" the voice is bubbly with laughter. "Look, his helm is on backwards," she laughs, "I think he is snockered."
The taller trykerette in the matching hat responds with a mischievous smile, "Let's strip him nude and cover him with honey! The yubos would like that!"
"Kiwi! Oh, my Lady Jena! You're horrid!"
"Like you weren't thinking something along the same line of thought?!"
Laughter escapes Pipp as her cheeks redden and her words tumble out, "Well, naked, yes, but thrown to Yubos? I was thinking of tossing him into Faa's apartment...
Kiwi giggles as she pictures it in her mind. "And some flowers... and a card!"
"Oh, look, he turned his helm about so now he can see..."
A fear laden cry upsets the calmness of the docks.
"Vorax! VORAX! Aaahhhrrrggggggg......."
With wide eyes Pip and Kiwi look down the beach in the direction Riveit had pointed just before collapsing.
Walking slowly towards them are three foul beast smelling of blood, smelling of ichor, smelling of yubo chili.
"What in all of Atys is going on here?" Pero demands as he leads his two packers nearer.
In mock candor Pipp replies, "You're a vorax and Riveit is drunk. Isn't it quite obvious?"
Pero peers down at his unconscious friend. "Help me get him on his feet, pick up his dropped tickets, and..."
"We already did our good deed for the evening!" Kiwi squeals.
"Oh?"
"Mr. Trout was a bit under the weather..."
"He was soused!"
"Ok, soused." A giggle. "And we..."
"And we took him to the lady's hairstylist..."
"We were going to just have his hair tinted..."
"Just tinted..."
"But she got carried away."
"Yeah. SHE got carried away."
"So many folks celebrating. So many inebriated souls wandering about. We best hurry. I am sure I saw Jayce leaning over a hitching rail. He may need our attention. You see to Riveit while Kiwi and I tend to Jayce."
"We'll tend to Jayce... ?"
A quick elbow from Pipp brought another round of giggles. "Yes," she said in a low tone flecked with mirth. "We'll 'tend' to him."
"But not to the stylist?"
"No, I was thinking something a bit more fun. Like ..."
Pero watches the two walk off speaking in that low conspiratorial way that usually portends trouble for him as their guild leader and their friend. He Knows will rue the fact he he didn't speak up fast enough, make them help.
A weary sigh escapes him as he glances down at Riveit.
Again, he looks to the trykerettes in matching pirate hats, heads together, light laughter from one, then the other, then back down he looks to Riveit.
"You owe me one," he grumbles. "A BIG one." Then with a side glance to the stables he shakes his head and sighs, "Poor Jayce."
Startled laughter and, "Look! Its Red!" catches Pero's ears.
"From the looks of him, drunk as well."
"Let me get my axe!"
"Axe? No. Get your old white focus armor. We'll put it on him... "
"What about Jayce?
"When they waken together in the same bed and a marriage certificate signed by the Priestess..."
"Priestess? What priestess would do THAT?"
"You, silly."
More laughter fills the night.
Hurriedly Pero starts to drag the unconscious Riveit to the apartment elevator. "Look at me!" he hisses under his breath, "The Great Pero. Babysitting drunkards and imps! Now, after I toss you on the bed back out I go. I swear! Those two will be the death of me."