Talador Rally Scene from Katiesa
Katiesa shares a snippet of a small scene after the end of the Talador Rally:
Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s LandingDate: 06/13/2016 10:28 AM CDTFrom: FALANSubj: Sat night with ChastonI fell asleep by accident (work is killing me with hours and commute). Does anyone have logs of what happened on Sat by chance please?
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– Kobold in Disguise Falvicar, Blade of the NightYou swing a silver-edged black veil iron katana at Sevynne!
* Sevynne drops dead at your feet!
* Sevynne just bit the dust!
Please see it at: https://gswiki.play.net/mediawiki/index.php/Chaston_concludes_rally_at_Taladorian_Temple_of_Koar
Newsby would publish it here herself, but well, she no longer can do that… 🙁
And here’s an incredibly-edited log of another after-snippet. Xorus and Cruxophim both made me LOL.
Speaking quietly to Mohrgan, you murmur, “It is probably nothing. Just my imagination.”
Another white-armored crusader glances over at you, his hand slowly tightening over the handle of his sword.
Mohrgan stands in front of you.
In a brisk move, Mohrgan slides a mirror-finished kroderine pavis edged in blackened steel off his shoulder.
In one blurring motion, Mohrgan snatches a matte argent rolaren-hafted waraxe from his harness, brandishing it for
Mohrgan quietly seethes, “Try it…”
A young boy in the crowd turns, facing Mohrgan, worry in his eyes.
The young boy eyes Mohrgan’s waraxe nervously, stepping back and hiding behind the leg of his mother.
Xorus removes an etched dark urnon longsword from in his leather sheath.
(Xorus flashes his demonic slaughter eched longsword toward the young boy.)
The young boy screams at the sight of Xorus’ sword, and darts off into the crowd, his mother chasing after him. A few others glance disapprovingly at Xorus.
Lylia gazes in amusement at Xorus.
Speaking quietly to some white armored crusaders, you say, “I am armed only with my prayerbeads.”
You touch your black opal prayerbeads lightly, pondering the messages of Ronan.
You think to yourself, “Oh, and maybe a Ronan warrior, but pay no mind to that.”
A few in the slowly dispersing crowd begin to murmur, “…Night’s Blades….” Others begin to whisper feverishly, but hushed.
Speaking amusedly to Mohrgan, Cruxophim remarks, “I like that I can stand here, right next to you, and -you’re- the perceived monster. It’s a refreshing change of pace.”
Cruxophim grins wickedly at Mohrgan.
Religious fervor infuses a rolton’s voice as he speaks an incantation in an unknown language.