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[dndgamergirl]

Dungeon Master Xmas Rant

Just when I thought the holidays could not get any worse they did today. as many of you guys know I run a Dungeons & Dragons Discord with my friends. We've rarely take new people into the group because of the fact that we would like to get to know the person before we allow them to play a game. We also have what we call the trial period.  This is when a player who is new and it's not certain they want to join our group comes in and sits in on game for a couple of weeks. This allows the player to do a lot of things that most would never think to give a player who is new to D&D a chance to do. One of the things that we use it is to be able to allow a player who is new to our group an insight into the world they get to learn the characters and the world itself as well as the rules that the world abides by. Being the fact of most of my worlds are Homebrew this means that the players also get the idea of which rules from the books we use as well as some of the house rules. Now this is to say that we do have some major standards this means that a lot of our games that are adult oriented do have an age limit. At which you are allowed to participate in. This means that some games are strictly for those who are 21 years of age and up or even to the point of, ‘all right will allow the eight-year-old to come in and play but after this point know that the next game they might not be able to because that's when we have to go to the section that is way above their age level.’ So why am I telling you this? I'm telling you guys this because we just had another issue with a player. On second thought no we didn't have a issue we had a lot of issues. For me as a dungeon master I have to control the world that the players are running around in. This means I have to go over everyone's character sheet and background I also have to go over there backstory. When a player is having trouble with their back story I usually go ahead and help him figure out exactly where they need to fill in the places. I also help them figure out what they don't need their back story because it could cause trouble with the world schematics or even break the campaign because you're basically making a character that is too overpowered. Example of this can be found in a different rant that may or may not have already been published already. But on to the issues that we had with this player. Issue number one was the fact that whenever we got into the game the player was always very standoffish with their character. As a dungeon master I enjoy a little bit of angst and it's always fun to see kind of the bad boy character or the Emo character but then there's a point of taking it to the degree of your really just making it hard for anyone to interact with your character and move the story along. An example of this can be found in one game that a lot of my players are having a lot of fun with. The world that I have them running in is a mix of Supernatural meets American Pie meets Animal House mixed in with a little bit of Scooby-Doo. It's all based in the 1970s world that is just coming off of the hippie era and slowly going into the disco scene. The players all play college kids that are in a fraternity and are basically trying to stop one of the greatest on speakable evils known to mankind. They do have a little bit of leeway with the fact of the person who is basically the head guy to talk to you with campus security is their sponsor for their frat house and at the same time they also have the added advantage of certain characters are still running around that can help them. One of which is an NPC that I placed in that is kind of the Minotaur version of Tommy Chong from Cheech and Chong. And at the same time just for the heck of it I threw in a version of Jay and Silent Bob where Jay is a satyr Warlock and Silent Bob is a dwarf Paladin. I usually try to put in a lot of Pop Culture references and it makes everybody laugh a lot. Well this player decided that they wanted to go ahead and mess things up. And when I mean mess things up I mean unfortunately this player did some very ridiculous things. He wanted to be a werecat but they also wanted to be a Druid now whenever were talking about certain things I usually go ahead and I'm pretty lenient with my players. I gave them the ability to understandably turn into a half-and-half form of an animal as well as the ability to turn into the Natural Animal itself but they would not be able to talk much like wild shape for a druid. Only it would work longer and it would only work on the type of where creature they were. Being a generous DM I gave them this thinking that they wouldn't abused it as much as they did. And when I mean abused I mean they abused it. The character was constantly in the form of a cat not even a big cat a house cat. It got very annoying and unfortunately it got to the point where the player itself didn't want to go ahead and interact with anybody other than the fact of well this conversation.

Dm: “Okay wait they were here?”

Player:  “Yeah you didn't notice.”

Dm: “No you didnt say you followed.”

Player: “Um yeah i did i was there the whole time.”

Dm: “Where then where in the room?”

They made it to where I unfortunately as a dungeon master I could never tell when the cat was in the room and it started to get very annoying to where I told them they had to make it known that they were there. At the same time they were also not happy unless all the spotlight was on them for certain s***. Whenever characters started to do any form of romance with a different character a NPC or even another player character they would kind of get uppity and  try to get the attention all on them again. This was getting annoying and unfortunately I was unable to have a lot of contact with them because they were constantly working. The last game we had was the day before Christmas Eve and I asked him if they were coming to game and they said no I'm not feeling well. Being the kind of person that I am I left it at that and I decided that I would be talking to them about the issues that we were having another day. Not just for my end but from the players and as well because the players were getting upset that the character did not really try to help the group whenever things would happen. The character was always centered on themselves they didn't do anything to help any of the other players whenever a battle came they only protected who themselves. And in this game unfortunately the one that I'm running you have to protect not only yourself but you also have to watch out for your friend who's standing right next to you a lot more than yourself. Because once that line is broken that's it game over the party will be at a major risk of a total party kill. So what do I do Christmas Eve was the next day and I decided that I would go ahead and wait until Friday. Since Christmas this year falls on Wednesday, I figured that it would be all right to go ahead and give him 3 days before I called them since I would be working with my service dog on Thursday. On Friday I had planned to call them and  that was that or so I thought. Christmas comes and I go to my family's house I'm normally not one to deal with one side of my family and they usually make me pretty uncomfortable. So I was already in a kind of mood and all I was thinking was present time is almost here and after we have presents we pick up the food and then we all go home. This means I only have 1 hour and 45 minutes left of Christmas. That is when I get a contact on my Discord server. Only it's not the main server its individual message. I had time so I decided to go ahead and take a look I figured it was one of my friends on Discord sending me a Merry Christmas card or picture. However it wasn't it was the problem player who told me that they were going to leave the game. They told me that the reason they were going to be leaving the game was because they weren't having as much fun as they had in the beginning. A lot of my games do have a good bit of combat but I also balance at all with a good bit of dialogue and at the same time I also tried to balance it off with a bit of puzzle work that the players have to do. This player was more of a combat player and at the same time was also the kind of person that if there wasn't any combat going on every 10 seconds they would basically get bored. For a D&D game to work you have to have a complete balanced and at the same time you have to rotate the importance of each player in an entire rotation. One session segment might be about one player and then the next one another player so you have to take it all in turn it's a complete Carousel Ride. As soon as one player has had the spotlight on them for long enough you then have to move to the other players in the queue. The bad part is that this hit at a point where I was not in a good mood and at the same time it only made it worse. For me Christmas has always been a time where I have really bad seasonal depression and at the same time where I don't feel like I belong. So upon me getting this notification and i was at christmas you know i wa not happy. And the bad part is that broke the goliths back. For the week before this i found out the player had also during the week expressed his issues to the players stating that he didn't want to talk to me about it because he felt like I wouldn't listen to him. When all the players know that I do listen to them and that I encouraged them constantly to come to me if they ever have any questions or any concerns. So I did the only thing I could which was go ahead and allow him to know that okay fine you can leave thanks for letting me know. But also a tip for other Gamers out there as well as this one if you're going to go ahead and say you're leaving a game or leaving a table. Maybe you shouldn't do that on a holiday because you don't know what that person is going through Master might have a bad connection with a certain holiday not just Christmas but possibly Easter or some other holiday. Maybe it holds bad memories for them and they're trying to not have bad memories happen on that day. Today I was trying to make a few good memories with my family but unfortunately this message made it to where I couldn't have that it completely ruined my day. And unfortunately I had a really bad time a Christmas this year. When I expected to get a merry Christmas I got a sorry but your game is too boring and I'm going to disrupt what little bit of happiness you're trying to have just to make you feel like dirt. As such the gamer has now been removed from our server and now we're looking for somebody to replace him. It's also gotten me to the point where I'm now debating going ahead and making an entire panel for an up-and-coming convention that I'm going to about dungeon master rants things that make the dungeon master story keeper and Storyteller angry. Maybe this will be a good platform for other dungeon Master's to come forward about their own issues that they've had with their groups or players and possibly allow other dungeon Master's to give them an idea as to how to handle this. Problem players are always an issue and unfortunately it can be even more of an issue when they decide to go ahead and ruin your holidays.

[randomshitwhore]

E.M-Project Partners (CHP.1)

summary: you and eddies are assigned to be project partners but Eddie has a reputation of not pulling his weight when such projects occur, and you, having dealt with it before with him, have had enough.

wc:1,210

pairing: Eddie x female!reader

warning: IDK this is the first fic I've ever written so; yelling, the reader knowing Eddie has so much potential, overall nothing really that bad but let me know if I need to add anything up here!

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

"Wheeler, Henderson, Just find a sub for him! GO! FIND A SHEEP!"

Your head shoots over your shoulder as you see your biology partner, Eddie Munson, shove two freshmen away from his table and high-five one of his club members. "And that's your partner for the project?" one of your friends asked, causing a sigh to escape your lips. "yep, that's him. Eddie Fucking Munson, can't wait to do this shit by myself"you say, letting your palms hit your head. "Wow, isn't this his third year as a senior?" You nodded your head again not moving your palms from your face. You'd known Eddie at least since sophomore year, his first senior year, guaranteeing you a shock to see him next school year in the exact same classroom you'd met in. Granted, he wasn't too excited about repeating again etheir. Still, you'd tried your hardest to help him pass finals left and right, attempting to peel him away from being a dungeon master for his Dungeons and Dragons club, known as "HellFire", for weeks on end, and to no avail.

"I've tried to help him. I really have, I just can't take it anymore! He doesn't take this shit seriously at all and expects to get credit for me doing all the work? Hell no!" You exclaimed, shooting up from the table. "In fact, I'm gonna show up at his meeting tonight and grab him by the ear and force him to do it with me. In one. whole. night."You say, making a grabbing motion with your hand. "But isn't the project due by next week?" another one of your friends asked, crossing their arms. "Yes, but if we get it all done tonight, it causes less work for me trying to pull him out of that stupid club, and i won’t have to worry about it again after this!"You say, laughing and shooting your arms out.

"That meeting is getting crashed, whether he likes it or not"

***

"You two are telling me, you couldn't even manage a simple task like finding a substitute for Sinclair?!" Eddie’s voice boomed in the old theatre room, almost as loud as the basketball game down the hall as you heard cheering echo on the walls. You inched closer to the theatre room door to eavesdrop on the conversation. “Eddie, seriously we tried! Nobody, and we mean absolutely NOBODY wanted to fill in!” You heard one of the boys say. judging the voice, you assumed it was the Henderson kid, Dustin. “We tried some of our older friends, but they had to work!” you heard the other kid say, noticing the voice as Mike Wheelers. “We even tried the middle school!”Dustin said, a sigh escaping his mouth

“Ok, this is Hellfire Club, not babysitting club,” Eddie said, rising from his chair, and making his way over to Mike and Dustin. "And still, even if you’d gotten a middle schooler to sub, I wouldn’t allow it.” He said, slinging an arm over Dustin’s shoulders. You took the opportunity to sneak into the theatre room, opening the door. You sighed as the door thankfully didn’t squeak, but jumped as it slammed shut, making all in the room aware of your presence. “Y/N? Is that you?”Eddie asked, flashing a smirk your way. Your eyes opened wide just seeing the sight of him standing there, arms crossed with his hair frizzed out due to the heat, HellFire shirt, leather jacket, and jean vest with all different types of band names all over it just looking at you up and down.

“No dumbass, It’s Kirk Hammett,” You said, facepalming at his blindness. “How’s it- Kirk Hammett? You listen to fucking Metallica?!” Eddie said, his jaw going slack. “Ya,” You said, making your way towards him, looking him dead in the eye” You got a problem with that, Munson?”You say, trying to keep a serious face.”Uh, no. No! Just that I figured you were more a Beatles or even Billie Joel kinda chick, ya know?” He said, clearing his throat nervously. You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You reach up to grab his ear like you’d said you’d do and pull him down to your level.

"Possibly, but I know I'm the kinda chick that wants a passing grade on her final!"You say, applying more pressure to Eddie's ear, causing his hand to wrap around your wrist. "Ow. Ow. Owowowowow"Eddie says, the pressure getting more intense the longer you rant to him about not pulling his weight with any group projects, either with you or any other of your fellow classmates. Eddies eyes looked at you with sympathy, he didn't realize how much his graduation meant to you, with it just giving a fresh shot at life again. Moving away from Hawkins and leaving all behind, along with your own graduation of course.

"And I know that you, Edward Munson, don't want to have to do this project, FOR A FOURTH TIME! You ARE NOT going to have me to fall back on next time, so take responsibility and GROW UP."You said, trying to keep your eyes from watering, knowing he has so much potential to get through this year and finally graduate. You couldn't stand to hear or let alone see his beat-up van pull into the parking lot anymore. "Okay, OKAY!"Eddie shouted, ripping your fingers off of his ear and pushing you onto the table, littered with figures and dice. Your eyes pierced into his as his hands laid beside your hips, not touching you but just close enough it sent a shiver down your spine, his face inches away from yours. By this point Mike and Dustin had bolted and took the rest of Hellfire with them, explaining that Eddie was in an argument of sorts, but didn't elaborate much past that.

"Look, Y/N," Eddie said taking his thumb and index finger around your chin, forcing him to look at you. "I'm sorry, I really am. Seeing as my minions have run off I'm all yours for tonight, okay?"He asked, noticing your breathing had slowed since he started talking. "You were going to leave with me whether you liked it or not"You mumbled looking down at his combat boots, one tapping the front of the other.

As you looked up at him, you watched his infamous smirk start to spread across his face, trying to contain a laugh from coming out. "Is that so?" He asked, letting a little laugh out as he asked which caused you to release one as well. "Would've dragged you out by your belt chain if I had to"You said pushing some hair out of your face, fully looking him in the eye. "Well goddamn Y/L/N, I'm not an animal!"He said, throwing his head back and laughing. "You act like one though, am I wrong?"You laughed, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

"Don't we have a project we should be working on?"Eddie asked, still laughing a little but able to form sentences instead of gibberish this time he asked. You, still giggling, nodded your head and slid off the table, and turned to face his body. "Your place or mine?"

let me know if you guys enjoyed and want a part/chapter 2!

[jynzandtonic]

WIP Titles

Thanks for tagging me, @sacklerscumrag​, @mariesackler, @starlightsearches, and @finn-ray-nal-beads! Y’all are so sweet and I can’t wait to read your fics xoxo! I have... one zillion WIPs, which is part of the reason I never get shit done. Oops. Here are some of the things I’m in the process of expelling from my Nasty Little Rat Brain:

Chaptered Things I’m Finishing:

Cake - Adam Sackler x Reader 

pegging fic ayoo

Holds Two Nicely - Ronnie Peterson x Reader 

spanking and butt-stuff galore

The Dungeon Master - Matt the Radar Tech x Reader 

Matt teaches you a lesson for interrupting DnD night

What to Expect - Baby Daddy!Adam Sackler x Reader 

pregnancy fic uwuuu

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Sweeter than Honey - Flip Zimmerman x File Clerk!Reader 

i’ve literally had like 6 chapters of this sitting in my drafts for 8 months *facepalm

You Can, You Shall, You Must - Toby Grisoni x Travelling!Reader 

you meet Toby in Spain and quickly realize how much trouble he is

Meet Me in Moab - Vanlife!Rick Smolan x Outdoorsy!Reader, Modern AU - (saving for spring) 

Rick is an outdoor photographer traveling and living in a WV Westfalia... and you might just join him for the ride

Anything You Need - Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier x Reader 

you seek out a sugaring arrangement, but you realize it may not be all about the benjamins

Splash - William McTavish x Reader, Next-Door-Neighbors AU - probably saving this for summer 

the single dad next door has an amazing pool, and with a July as hot as this, there’s no way you aren’t hopping that fence

A currently-untitled Professor!Dan Jones x Reader fic

Oneshots:

Never Have I Ever - Virgin!Ronnie Peterson x Virgin!Reader 

you and Ronnie make a pact that if neither of you lose your virginity by next year, and oh, does time fly

Rumble - Clyde Logan x Reader 

you’re having a hard time cumming, so Clyde picks up some... reinforcements

A Great American Pastime - Phillip Altman x Reader

ruining a perfectly nice sunday drive with bratty!phillip

Beating Hearts - Zombie!Ronnie Peterson x Reader (probably saving for next Halloween)

Ronnie doesn’t make it during the zombie apocalypse in Centerville... but he doesn’t seem like a *normal* zombie

Patience is a Virtue - Daddy!Charlie Barber x sub!Reader

straight up orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation PWP lolz

THREESOME FICS AYEE:

Family Reunion - Clyde Logan x Ronnie Peterson x Reader

You meet Ronnie’s first cousin, Clyde, at a Logan family reunion, and decide you’d like the two-for-one family discount

Hotshot - Mando!Ronnie x Din Djarin x Reader 

YUP. RONNIE FETT AND MANDO DOUBLE TEAM YOU

aaaand as of today (eeeeee!) a yet-to-be-titled Flip Zimmerman x Javier Peña x Reader collabo-fic with @beskarbabs​!

Tagging just for funsies: @the-sacredtexts @millenialcatlady @ohdamnadam @maybe-your-left @beskarbabs @bloodkylo and ANYONE who wants to join xo!

[prismarts]

Illy in Wizards (Episode 2: History in The Making)

- The episode starts the same until the others facing King Arthur’s judgement. Morgana enters the throne room with Illy following behind her. She looked different, her brown hair was a lot longer and tied in low ponytail and she had on a gown similar to a handmaiden.

- She sighed a little when Morgana went off, really angry, this had been happening a lot.... but then she noticed Douxie, he looked...different.. and it made her a bit flustered. Still she was confused.

- She also notices Claire, Steve and Jim... She followed Morgana quietly before Douxie walked up to say that Jim was no threat.

- Illy did feel bad for the troll, she never liked seeing them being executed or chained up but she wasn’t as bitter as Morgana because she was afraid. She kept glancing at Douxie before Jim was being forced into the sun.

- Illy like the others instinctly walked up to try and stop it but wasn’t able to say anything out of fear.

- Then, Claire used her Shadow magic, Morgana wasn’t the only one who noticed...Illy did too, she had glanced at Claire when he eyes turned black and purple... she’s been around Morgana enough to know what it meant.

- Illy looked at Claire and then at Douxie when Morgana said she’d take Claire in as her new handmaiden. It didn’t surprise her, Morgana had been using Shadowmancy more and Claire was powerful...

- Illy is seena few scenes later... unknown to Douxie, she saw him sneaking a look into the pathway leading to Merlin’s study......and talking to himself. She would have gone to talk to him, if she didn’t feel like she heard two of them...

- So, she waited until he was completely out of sight and tried to listen in as much as she could but she kept a pretty far distance so listening proved to be....challenging. When she walked towarss the cupboard and see Douxie already walking  into the study, the cupboard in front of her opened as......Douxie fell out?

- Illy was...really confused now but tried to think of what this could be, luckily for her, she was able to figure it out. Time travel paradox. 

- “What did you get yourself into, Douxie?...” She mumbled and hid past Douxie securely in the cupboard this time. She walked into the study as soon as Morgana exploded with her magic in anger.. she was able to avoid damage thankfully.

- She stared at Douxie the entire time, she knew she had to confront him somehow. She was passively sent to do chores and Douxie to milk the Slorr.

-Illy did get a chance to talk to Douxie... after he milked the Slorr and was headed to his chambers.

- “Douxie, I need to talk to you..”

“Illy, this isn’t the time..” Douxie was a bit stressed out about not getting the time map...and smelling like Slorr juice. He was about to close the door on her until-

“I know what’s going on!”

That made Douxie stop, he looked at her, “What do you mean, love?...” Force of habit made him call her that...modern habits die hard.

“I.....know...you’re from the future....”

“But, how did-” Douxie groaned and facepalmed, “Fuzzbuckets.....cupboard?..” He remembered Illy walking into the study not long after him but he was too focused on the time map to realize she might have figured it out.

“Y..yes....d..don’t worry I hid him back in there...as securely as I could and I’m not going to tell Master Merlin, I just want to help! You’re my friend Douxie....whatever is happening.. I want to help.”

- He reluctantly let her in, he knows he can trust her but is worried about what he’s dragging her into.

- Illy does get to help in the dungeon break, but while being separated with Douxie and helping a few trolls escape, she was caught using magic helping trolls by a few knights who grabbed her. She tried to squirm free and soon did get an idea.

- She casted a sleep spell on the knights, not realizing Douxie was doing the same to them until she saw the blue glow of his magic with her turquoise aura. He was able to help her escape while the knights were passed out. the rest of the scene plays out as normal.

- Illy sneaks out with Douxie to try and snatch the time map again, despite his protests since they didn’t know if the knights would remember her using magic to help the trolls...he did advice her to stay close..

- They were both caught by Merlin for trying to take the map.

- And they both swear fuzzbuckets at the same time....cause dorks.

Did not expect it to end up long....xD))

[miguel-manbemel]

Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 7: The Dungeon and the Dragon Witch: The Sides' Team Adventure

Seventh entry of the “Aspects & Fanfics” fanfic blog inspired on “Sanders Sides” by Thomas Sanders and Joan. And it’s the first one since the magnificent “Selfishness v. Selflessness”. I had it almost finished yesterday, but I prefered to wait some time to publish it in order not to be bothersome to those commenting the new episode. Fun fact, I was writing one of the last paragraphs when the YouTube notification kicked in. I had my headphones a little loud, I was so concentrated in the writing... I got the scare of my lifetime and I jumped on my chair like if it had been an air horn... xD.

Luckily enough, for the time being there’s nothing in the new episode that contradicts badly what I had written in previous entries, the new episode could perfectly have happened between “Embarrasing Phases” and my first entry, but anyway, remember that this fanfic has its own alternate continuity after “Embarrasing Phases”, even though I was pleasantly surprised to see that I coincidentally guessed some minor details from the real episode that I had mentioned in previous installments of mine, like my episode where Logan wanted Thomas not to have a candy party and eat healthy instead, and then in the end card of the real episode Logan remarked that Thomas needed the nutrients from the salsa verde enchiladas and shouldn’t eat the butterfinger. The coincidence made me chuckle. Should any major changes come to the canon series (and they will certainly come sooner or later, it’s only a matter of time and the Team Foster Dawg’s expertise), I would try to add them into the fanfic respecting my continuity if I can. The alternative would be starting from scratch after each real episode is released, but that would be impractical if I want to tell a coherent story, wouldn’t it?

For this entry, that took me longer than I expected, again because of a couple of blockings during the process, I had the idea of incorporating tabletop roleplaying into the story. I used to play it for a little amounts of time years ago. I’ve forgotten almost everything but the basics, and I never played “Dungeons & Dragons” or similar games (I think I played the “Lord of the Rings” role playing game, and also briefly “Vampire the Masquerade”), so I decided not to stick to any particular gaming rules and make up my own rules to make them fit into the story. Also, I didn’t want to put too many gaming details, as the story is already long enough as it is. As usual, references will be made to previous entries, so if you want to read them beforehand, you can find them right here. And thank you so much to each and everyone who has liked any of the entries, reblogged or written comments. I really appreciate them and feel honored for your words. I already said in the first entry that nothing I could write could get even closer to the original, and that’s not my intention, but I hope I can do justice to your praises. And now after this too long introduction, let’s get cracking with the fic already.

SYNOPSIS: Thomas has been invited to participate in a stage show where he’ll be role-playing in front of an audience. As it’s been ages since the last time he role played, he doesn’t remember how to play anymore and feels insecure, thinking he’s gonna mess up in front of hundreds of people. The Sides appear and suggest to have a session of role-playing all together, so that they can help Thomas freshen up his game.

WARNINGS: Inside the game, there will be encounters with monsters, fighting and everything that comes with it, including the death of one of the main Sides’ characters. But it is made clear all the time that nothing’s real and it’s just a game, so it shouldn’t be a bad trigger to anyone. But it’s better too much warning than not enough, so there it is. In general, apart of these in-game moments, there’s not much more I can think of, except in the ending segment, where some mild angst will make an appearance.

EPISODE INDEX

THOMAS: Good evening, everyone! My name is Thomas Sanders and… I have no clue of how to get out of this situation! That’s a constant in my life, though.

[intro sequence]

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? You guys, I’m really excited for this weekend. One of my friends has invited me to a convention about tabletop Role Playing. I really liked Role Playing long ago when I was younger, and I still like it. I mean, it was true acting at home with friends, all mixed up with a really fun game. Who wouldn’t love it? In the con, we’re gonna play a game of RPG with other people to see who’s the best, all on-stage in front of hundreds of people who are gonna watch the show. I mean, I haven’t played RPG in ages, but… [suddenly shows a serious slightly terrified face of realization] Wait a minute… I haven’t played in ages. I don’t remember how to play anymore! [terrified squealing] Oh, my gosh, I’m gonna make a fool of myself in front of hundreds of people!

VIRGIL: [appearing] Seriously? You have to get me to work at full cap even for a game? Isn’t a game supposed to be done for fun?

THOMAS: Yes, Virgil, it is, but this game is going to be seen live by so many people… and I don’t remember how to play! It will be like going on-stage without rehearsing! Nothing would make me more anxious than that!

HONESTY: [rising up] But Thomas, you said it was on the weekend. You still have plenty of time to rehearse your game, don’t you?

THOMAS: I wouldn’t even know where to start, Honesty. I don’t even have the materials, like papers, dices, books…

LOGAN: [rising up, over-excited yelling] Did someone say BOOKS?

VIRGIL: [startled] What the f…! Not again, Logan!

LOGAN: Apologies. Thomas, what books are you talking about?

THOMAS: I mean, the basics for a good game of role-playing are contained in books, where there are the rules, the mechanics, examples of characters and basic adventures…

ROMAN: [rising up] But Thomas, to play a game of these there’s one thing among others that you already have. Me! Your creativity is the most important part of the game and you already have it with you. Cheer up!

THOMAS: Yes, but this is not like writing something for myself and then acting it. If it was that easy, I’d have full creative freedom and that would be my home ground. But when you have to subject your creativity to the constraints of some rules… that’s a tall order, especially if you don’t remember those rules.

PATTON: [rising up] Then why don’t we play ourselves?

LOGAN: What?

PATTON: Think about it. If we have a game of role-playing all of us together with Thomas, it would work like a rehearsal for him, and it would help him remember the rules. Besides, I would love to play with all of you, guys! I’m tired of playing solitaire in my room…

ROMAN: Well, at least it would be safer than Patton-cake… I had stiffness in my arms for a week after so much swimming running away from the piranhas, and I still haven’t recovered full sensitivity in my fingers after the hot candle wax…

THOMAS: I love that idea, Patton!

HONESTY: Mmm… that’s not my cup of tea, however. I’m not much into something where everything is out of reality. I find it… [yawns] ...boring. Excuse me.

LOGAN: I would agree, but if it works to help Thomas, I will sacrifice myself. Wouldn’t you, Hon?

HONESTY: [reluctantly] I…

DECEIT: [through Honesty’s body] Well, I love this kind of game, where everybody pretends to be someone they’re not. If Honesty doesn’t want to participate, may I in his place?

THOMAS: Of course, Deceit, join us.

[Honesty transforms into Deceit]

DECEIT: [grinning] Cool.

HONESTY: [through Deceit’s body] Well, that settles it then. If you don’t mind, I’m a little tired, so I’m gonna use your game time to take a nap, okay? [yawns] Have fun, Deceit.

DECEIT: Bye, Honesty, but don’t start snoring in the middle of the game, okay?

HONESTY: Hey, I don’t snore! It’s just strong breathing!

DECEIT: Of course it is… And then I’m the deceitful one of the fam…

PATTON: You two are such good friends now, Deceit.

DECEIT: Nah, we’re just roommates, only that we’re sharing a body instead of a house.

THOMAS: Okay, so, if we’re gonna role-play today, we’re gonna need a table and materials… I think I’m gonna need your help, Roman, are you following me?

ROMAN: Sure, Thomas. I’m following you… [confused] Where do you want me to follow you?

LOGAN: [facepalms while mumbling] Oh, my goodness, el príncipe es mucho estúpido…

ROMAN: [offended] Logan, that’s not right! [beat] It is “muy estúpido”, not “mucho estúpido”.

LOGAN: Whatever, it’s true…

THOMAS: Roman, I meant that I need a room in the Mind Palace for role-playing, with a table and all the materials we need.

ROMAN: Oh, you could have said it earlier, Thomas! All right, let’s get playing now!

[Roman snaps his finger and Thomas and the Sides appear in a room with a large round table. Thomas is sitting down in the middle and the Sides are sitting around the table, in the order they usually stand in the living-room.]

THOMAS: This is so cool. Look, here are the tools for doing an adventure. I’ll be the Dungeon Master.

VIRGIL: Wait a minute, if there’s a dungeon, I should be its master! It suits me more than you!

THOMAS: You guys are saying all the time that I am the boss of this, or the master or that… I’d say I’m fitting for the role, am I not?

VIRGIL: Touche, Thomas… Okay, but I hope to get a good dark character at least…

THOMAS: You will all play the characters you want in the end. But, I thought it would be more fun if we played characters that are the complete opposite of us. It would make it more challenging. What do you think?

PATTON: Yayyy!

ROMAN: Why not? I love challenges…

LOGAN: It really doesn’t matter what we choose because nothing is real anyway, so count me in.

DECEIT: [low fake voice] I’m feeling quite confident, but let’s try it anyway.

VIRGIL: Ummm…

PATTON: Come on, Virgil, this is just for fun! Don’t hesitate!

VIRGIL: Okay, okay. I hope this doesn’t turn into a mess.

THOMAS: That’s the spirit, you won’t regret it! Okay, I have the character sheets ready, then. Virgil, you’re gonna be the bard. Specialized in singing and dancing that can buff the rest of the team’s power in their attacks…

VIRGIL: [picking up the sheet Thomas is giving him] I’m already regretting it…

THOMAS: Roman, you’re gonna be… the wizard.

ROMAN: Oh…

THOMAS: Specialized in the studying of spells and the casting of magic attacks.

ROMAN: Okay… [to himself, trying to cheer himself up] Challenge, challenge, challenge…

THOMAS: Logan, you’re gonna be… the knight. Master of sword, armor and melee combat.

ROMAN: What? He is gonna be the knight? [starts laughing]

LOGAN: And why couldn’t I be the knight?

ROMAN: May I bring up a list of reasons or are we short on time?

LOGAN: Well, at least I’d be a more competent knight with better strategy ideas. You, on the contrary, are always more preoccupied of having your sword clean to delight in your own face reflected on it, rather than learning how to wield it!

ROMAN: Well, at least I wield a sword for real! If you had to grab my sword I’m sure you’d cut yourself even without taking it out of the sheath!

LOGAN: And I wonder if you’ll be able to learn any kind of spell with your wizard! You weren’t able even to memorize your washing machine manual!

ROMAN: I’m a prince, I’ve got servants for that! I memorize only the things that are useful for me! You instead have memorized lots of things that are worth for nothing and utterly stupid, you Fact Hoarder!

LOGAN: FALSEHOOD!

[Roman and Logan start arguing]

VIRGIL: [covering his ear with a little dash of pain] Why do I always have to be next to Logan when he screeches like that?

DECEIT: You’re always next to Logan, Virgil.

VIRGIL: True… May we switch places?

DECEIT: I’d be delighted… No.

THOMAS: [to Logan and Roman] Guys, guys! Relax! This is a game of teamwork, you’re not supposed to fight against each other!

[Roman and Logan stop arguing and give a dirty look to each other]

DECEIT: Okay, what will be my part, then?

THOMAS: Yes, Deceit… [searching between the sheets] You’re gonna be… [finding the sheet and giving it to Deceit] … the priest!

DECEIT: [grabbing the sheet, with a sarcastic fake low voice and a face of disgust] Wee… My heart is filled with joy…

THOMAS: You’ll have the power of truth and faith in your hands so you can heal your allies’ wounds and repel the darkest creatures.

PATTON: [excited] And now it’s my turn!

THOMAS: Yes, Patton, and you’re gonna be… the Dark Warlock! You get your powers from evil and use them for your own benefit. You are helping your team, but only for as long as they’re useful to you.

PATTON: [happy] Yaayyyy!

THOMAS: See? Learn from Patton, you guys! He has taken it much better than all of you!

PATTON: [threatening low evil voice] Call me Supreme Lord of Evil Patton, you slaves! I’m ready to win this adventure and I won’t tolerate any failures! It is either victory or death for you!

ROMAN: [in shock] Wow… He’s got into character really fast… Okay, guys, let’s dress into character to make the adventure more realistic.

[They all suddenly change their outfits. Roman is wearing a white and red robe with a red wizard hat. Patton is wearing a black robe with a blood red hood and a light blue medal over his chest with a gargoyle carved on it. He’s still wearing his glasses. Logan is wearing a medieval armor with an indigo sash on the chest and an open helmet exposes his face, which shows he’s also still wearing his glasses. Virgil is wearing purple peasant garments, including tights and a hood. He still has his usual eyeshadow and he’s holding Thomas’ ukulele. And Deceit is wearing a yellow priest’s tunic, wearing on the head what resembles a miter, those tall hats that Catholic bishops wear, only a little smaller and also in yellow.]

THOMAS: Wow, nice cosplay, you guys, this will really help getting into action! Okay, it’s time to let the adventure begin… And I’ll read the beginning. [with his trademark narrator voice] Story time! You are in front of the door of a huge dungeon. A king has hired you to retrieve a talisman that can save his kingdom. To do so, you must take it off the cold hands of the evil ruler of the dungeon. It won’t be an easy task, as lots of enemies, traps and other dangers are blocking your way, but nothing worse than all the perils you’ve already gone through in the past. The first obstacle is the door that lies in front of you, which of course is locked. What will you do?

LOGAN: Easy… [with robotic voice doing a gesture of typing text with his hands, sound of typing is heard and a little beep when he enters] “Unlock door with picklock. Enter”.

THOMAS: [confused] … what…? [realizing] Oh! Logan, this is not one of those old school text adventure games from the ancient computers of the eighties… You have to act your actions convincingly… and besides you’re not carrying any picklock with you.

LOGAN: Okay, I’ll try… I’ll hit the lock with my sword to break it.

THOMAS: Okay… throw a 20 sided dice for aim.

[Logan throws a dice]

LOGAN: 1!? 20 sides and I get only a 1!? What are the odds!?

THOMAS: Fumble. You miss the lock and you hit your own foot. You can be lucky that your armor absorbs the damage to your body. Not so much to your ego, though, and the armor loses one point of durability.

[Roman chuckles]

LOGAN: [angry] Shut up!

ROMAN: [confident] Make way, I’ll do it. I’ll throw a spell to swiftly unlock the door.

THOMAS: Throw a dice for magic expertise.

[Roman throws the dice, he gets another 1]

LOGAN: [laughs lively, then ironic] Make way for the prince of experts!

THOMAS: Fumble. The spell not only does not unlock the door. It makes the lock even stronger and more difficult to break than it was before. Further tries will need three more points than normal to be successful.

ROMAN: [angry] These dices are loaded!

THOMAS: Hey, don’t blame me. You created this room and all its materials, including these dices.

[Roman shows a sudden mischievous smile]

THOMAS: [firm voice] Don’t you dare! Don’t manipulate the dices! The game must be fair!

ROMAN: [sighs] Fine…

PATTON: [evil voice] Step aside, you amateur fools! This will be no problem for my magic! I’ll throw a curse to destroy the door altogether!

THOMAS: Okay, throw a dice for evil strength.

PATTON: [after throwing the dice] Eleven!

THOMAS: Your curse is partially successful. The door isn’t completely destroyed, but the lock itself is, leaving a hole. Now you can open it and enter the dungeon. Behind the door there’s a long dark corridor.

VIRGIL: Shouldn’t we have some torches? Because the corridor is dark and full of terrors…

DECEIT: As a matter of fact, apparently I carry a bag of torches with me.

THOMAS: Yes, you have torches… but no means to light them.

ROMAN: I’ll make some magic fire to light the torches.

THOMAS: Okay, throw a dice for magic expertise.

LOGAN: Don’t screw it up.

[Logan throws the dice, he gets a 20]

ROMAN: [happy] Yes, baby! [to Logan, sarcastic] What were you saying about screwing up…?

LOGAN: Let me see that dice…

THOMAS: Critical hit! The torches don’t light up, but all the existing sources of light in the corridor and in all the dungeon do light up. You’re no longer in need of light for the rest of your adventure.

ROMAN: That’s more like it.

VIRGIL: [groans] He’s gonna be boasting about it all week long, I can see it…

ROMAN: Did you doubt it…? You better write a good song about my talents, bard.

VIRGIL: At least it’s gonna be a short song then.

ROMAN: [offended noises] Ugh!?

DECEIT: Shouldn’t we get cracking? We’ve taken two centuries to get the front door open. Let’s come in already.

LOGAN: Yeah, let’s go.

THOMAS: All right, you enter into the corridor. You advance a few steps until you reach some stairs that go down. There’s also a door next to the stairs.

VIRGIL: I’ll examine the door.

THOMAS: Throw a dice for perception.

[Virgil throws a dice and he gets an 8]

THOMAS: You see there’s some bright oily substance on the latch, but you can’t quite identify what it is.

VIRGIL: That looks suspicious. I’m not gonna touch it. Let’s examine the stairs instead.

THOMAS: Okay, throw another dice.

[Virgil throws a dice and he gets a 14]

THOMAS: You see a secret mechanism on the edge of the stairs. It looks like a trap, and you find no way of disabling it.

LOGAN: Fine, so now we’re stuck between a weird oily substance and a most than probable trap. Fantastic. Although… I’m wearing an armor, with gauntlets and all. I don’t have to touch that substance to open the door, do I? It makes all the sense that I open it. I’ll do it.

THOMAS: You open the door. The oily substance happens to be a powerful acid that corrodes your gauntlet. You have to quickly take the gauntlet off so it doesn’t reach your skin. In a matter of a couple of minutes, only a viscous smoky slime remains of your gauntlet.

LOGAN: Not fair!

THOMAS: Give thanks that it’s not your hand what has suffered that destiny.

LOGAN: Lucky me that I’m carrying a spare gauntlet in my bag.

THOMAS: Yes, but the spare gauntlet is less durable than the original. So now you have two points less of durability, and that makes three points less.

LOGAN: Well, at least the door is open.

THOMAS: And you won’t like it, cause behind the door there’s a monster. A vicious indescribable entity that attacks your team.

PATTON: [cold voice] I’ll throw a curse on it. It’ll regret messing up with me!

THOMAS: Throw a dice for magic strength.

[Patton gets a 20]

THOMAS: Wow! It’s a critical hit! The creature bursts into flames!

PATTON: [evil sadistic laughter and yelling] Yes… muahahaha! Burn! BURN! B-U-U-U-U-R-N!

ROMAN: Did I already say that I’m a little scared of how much Patton has got into character?

THOMAS: In a matter of seconds, only a pile of ashes remains of the monster.

PATTON: I’ll grab the ashes. They may come in useful for my spells.

THOMAS: I presume you want to enter the next room, right?

LOGAN: Allons-y!

THOMAS: Where did I hear that before…? Okay. The next room has a spiral staircase in the center. There is also a little chest in a corner.

VIRGIL: I’ll examine the coffin, it could be another trap.

THOMAS: Throw for perception.

[Virgil throws and he gets a 16]

THOMAS: You find no kind of traps in the chest. It is safe to open, and it’s full of gold coins.

VIRGIL: Cool, at last, something good.

DECEIT: Now, let’s go downstairs.

THOMAS: All right, you go down the stairs. The stairs are long… really long… It looks as if you were descending to the depths of the earth, or even as if you were right on your way to the underworld. When you’ve lost notion of time and it seems like you’ve been going on for forever this way, you finally reach the bottom. There’s a corridor right in front of the stairs.

VIRGIL: I search for traps in the corridor.

THOMAS: Throw for perception then.

[Virgil throws and he gets a 9]

THOMAS: You discover that there’s a trap in the middle of the corridor, but can’t find the way to disable it.

LOGAN: Oh, great, now we know there’s a trap and we can’t disable it. We’re trapped between going up those stairs again or falling to our doom.

ROMAN: Well, perhaps I could throw a spell of divination to search how to unlock the trap.

THOMAS: Okay, throw for magic expertise.

[Roman throws and he gets a 19]

ROMAN: Good one!

THOMAS: Almost a critical, but not quite yet. However, your spell is entirely successful and you see an almost hidden lever right at the entrance of the corridor. If you push that lever, the trap will be disabled.

ROMAN: Of course, I’ll push it.

THOMAS: Uh-oh. It is too hard. You’re gonna need to throw a dice for physical strength.

[Roman throws and he gets a 3]

ROMAN: Cursed dragon witches!

THOMAS: You can’t move the lever, not even an inch.

LOGAN: I guess I’ll have to try again. My character is specialized in physical strength after all. Give me that dice.

[Logan throws the dice and he gets a 14]

THOMAS: Well done. You manage to push the lever. You hear muffled cracking sounds behind the walls and feel a smooth shaking on the floor. The trap is disabled and you can keep going.

DECEIT: Well, let’s go, then.

THOMAS: You advance through the corridor, until you cross a door to a huge room. There is a crystal ball on the top of a cane that is fixed on the floor.

VIRGIL: I don’t like the look of this…

THOMAS: And you’re right, Virgil, because as you all come into the room, the door slams behind you and an evil laugh is heard. “This will be your tomb, adventurers!” you can hear.

PATTON: [confident evil voice] Wanna bet?

THOMAS: From the crystal ball a lightning surges and three ominous hooded creatures are created from the crystal. They start attacking you. The first creature aims at Logan. She throws a ray at you. I throw for aim…

[Thomas throws and he gets a 13]

THOMAS: I hit you. Now you must throw for defense.

[Logan throws and he gets a 9]

THOMAS: The armor absorbs part of the damage but it’s not enough to avoid it making you a wound in your hand, your less protected part. You lose 2 points of health, and have 16 left.

PATTON: [suddenly breaking out of character, squealing angry] Don’t touch my Teach Boy, you monster! I throw a curse to the creature!

THOMAS: The curse has no effect.

PATTON: Don’t I get to throw a dice?

THOMAS: Nope. No matter what you try, you can’t do any damage to them.

PATTON: [squealing angry] Not fair!

VIRGIL: [thinking] Hmm…

DECEIT: I had the power to repel dark creatures, right? I’m gonna use it.

THOMAS: Very well, throw for faith.

[Virgil throws and he gets a 16]

THOMAS: You create a force field around the three creatures. They can’t get out of it, and that gives you three turns to think and apply your strategy, even though Deceit cannot throw any other spells while he’s holding the force field. You better hurry.

ROMAN: Virgil, you said a significant “Hmm” earlier. Have you got any ideas?

VIRGIL: I was thinking about how Thomas didn’t let us throw any dices. That means these creatures are invincible. However each creature in a role-playing game should have a weak point or else there would be no chance to beat the game, and I doubt that such an impossible game would appear as a basic adventure in a book of the game.

THOMAS: Guys… I would have preferred if you’d reached that conclusion without having to get so meta, that breaks the mood of the story.

VIRGIL: Our aim should not be the creatures. These creatures appeared from a ray that came from that crystal ball. I suggest that we destroy the crystal ball and see what happens next.

LOGAN: Good idea. It’s payment time! I’ll hit the ball with my sword!

THOMAS: Throw for aim.

ROMAN: And don’t stab your foot this time!

[Logan throws and he gets an 11]

THOMAS: You hit the ball, but not hard enough to destroy it. However, you crack it, which makes the creatures flicker back and forth.

ROMAN: [singing to the tune of “It’s My Time” by Jade Ewen] It’s my time, it’s my time, my moment! [stops singing] I throw a spell to pulverize the ball!

THOMAS: Throw for magic expertise.

LOGAN: And try not to fix the crack, please.

[Logan throws and he gets a 16]

THOMAS: The ball gets broken to pieces. The creatures disappear and so does Deceit’s force field, just in time.

ROMAN: Yes, I did it!

VIRGIL: We did it, Roman. This was done with the effort of all of us.

ROMAN: Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.

THOMAS: He’s right. Nice teamwork, guys.

DECEIT: Now I’ll heal Logan’s wounds, he needs it.

LOGAN: Thanks, Deceit.

THOMAS: Throw for faith.

[Deceit throws and he gets a 20]

THOMAS: Critical hit! Not only all his wounds are healed, and with that all his points of health are restored. You also fix all of his armor, and he recovers all the lost points of durability.

DECEIT: Nice!

LOGAN: Good job!

THOMAS: You started with awful luck with the dices, but now it’s a chain of criticals from all of you. Roman, are you sure you didn’t bribe the dices?

ROMAN: I give my royal word that I didn’t manipulate the dices, Thomas!

[Deceit gives a mischievous smile to Virgil, and he silently chuckles without Thomas noticing]

THOMAS: Okay… Now that the room is empty, you notice a huge chest next to a door in the background.

VIRGIL: Let’s examine it.

THOMAS: Throw for perception.

[Virgil throws and he gets a 16]

THOMAS: There are no traps in the chest. Inside it, you find it’s full of diamonds.

VIRGIL: Let’s share it all, we’ve all earned it in equal parts.

PATTON: [normal Patton voice] Agreed… [clears throat, then with low evil voice] Agreed for the time being…

ROMAN: The fact that you broke out of character earlier and now has calmed me down, Patton. For a moment I thought you were Wrath in disguise…

DECEIT: Please, Roman. There’s only one master of disguise in this Mind Palace, and he’s in front of you. I have never seen a worse shape-shifter than Wrath, you should see him…

VIRGIL: Yeah, he’s right. Remember when he tried to impersonate me and he put the eyeshadow over the eyebrows? He looked like an emo version of Groucho Marx.

[Deceit laughs]

THOMAS: Okay, back to the game, guys… The door opens and you enter in what looks like a throne room.

DECEIT: Ooh… There’s a smell of final battle in the atmosphere…

THOMAS: The dungeon ruler is in front of you. They’re wearing a golden armor that covers their face, but that doesn’t diminish their threatening aura. They don’t say a word. They just stand up from their throne and shows the talisman. It is a golden necklace with strange symbols carved on the brightest ruby. A magic glows from it. Then, they throw it to a chest that closes itself and is then protected with a bright force field. You know what you have to do. Only by defeating them the force field will be gone and the talisman will be yours.

VIRGIL: Okay, it’s time to start singing to boost your abilities, I guess… [clears throat, then singing] “Woords fail… woords fail… there’s nothing I can say...”

ROMAN: Um… Virgil, your supposed to lift our spirits, not to send us into deep sadness. Sing a happy cheery song!

VIRGIL: Nobody appreciates real art… Okay, how about this…?

[Virgil starts singing “Friday I’m in Love” by The Cure while playing the ukulele]

ROMAN: It’s not “Whistle while you work”, but it’s not bad either.

THOMAS: Okay, thanks to Virgil’s singing, you get a bonus boost of all of your abilities of +5.

LOGAN: Good, keep singing, Virgil. I’ll go attack them on melee mode. You, Deceit, heal me, and anyone who needs healing too. You, Patton, attack them with curses. You, Roman, throw all the offensive spells on them and defensive spells on us, but try not to get the aggro on you…

THOMAS: Logan… Logan, stop. This is tabletop role playing, not “World of Warcraft”. There’s no aggro in here.

LOGAN: Apologies. Forget about the aggro. All the rest still applies. You guys ready?

DECEIT: Ready.

ROMAN: Let’s go get them!

PATTON: He’s gonna feel our rage!

VIRGIL: [still singing] “…it’s Friday, I’m in love”… [threatening voice] If you ever tell that I’ve been singing solo for so long I’m gonna kill you… [resumes singing] “Monday, you can fall apart...”

LOGAN: Okay, team Sanders Sides, let’s go! Geronimoooo!

[The battle begins. As we see shots of the Sides and Thomas throwing dices and silently acting, that is combined with background images of the battle that we see behind them, with the characters actually fighting the creature, while epic music sounds. We see the battle advance, with Logan attacking with his sword, Roman and Patton casting spells, Deceit magically healing everyone and Virgil still singing and playing the ukulele. That until Logan throws a gash onto the armored enemy and knocks him down. At that moment, the armor shakes and a black smoke emerges from it. The smoke turns into a dragon-witch. The battle then resumes, but the dragon-witch’s first attack against Logan knocks him down. Upon seeing this, Patton enters berserk mode and throws a huge stream of fire against the dragon. She responds throwing fire from her mouth and the two streams of fire collide. Virgil plays his song more intensely and Roman supports Patton’s spell with his magic, until the combined forces finally overcome the Dragon’s Witch power and she explodes in a fireball. The scene fades out and we return to the Sides on the table]

PATTON: [dramatic] Logan, are you all right? Talk to me! Deceit, do something!

DECEIT: [dramatic] I’m sorry, guys, his wounds have been too much. He’s gone.

PATTON: [over the top crying] Logan, oh, Logan, why did it have to be you!?

LOGAN: Dag nabbit. We were about to win, and I lost on the finish line.

ROMAN: [angry low voice] Shut up, you’re dead, don’t ruin the mood of the ending!

THOMAS: [epic narrator voice] But his sacrifice wasn’t in vain. The force field in the chest is gone and the talisman is yours. You can be proud of your teamwork guys, you’ve saved the kingdom and you will always be remembered as heroes of legend. Congratulations!

PATTON: [over dramatic] We will never forget you, Logan! Poems will be written honoring your name, the gods will rearrange the stars to forge a constellation with your shape and everyone will get emotional upon seeing it in the sky up until the end of time!

LOGAN: Umm… Patton, that’s not how constellations work…

ROMAN: [waving his hands quickly] Sssshhhhhh! I’m enjoying this…!

[Logan silently sighs and rolls his eyes]

THOMAS: ...aaaand… The End. Well done, guys!

LOGAN: Can I speak now?

ROMAN: Yes.

PATTON: [over the top emotional happiness] Logan! You’re alive, thank God, I thought we had lost you!

LOGAN: Um… Patton, you knew this was all a game of pretend, didn’t you?

PATTON: [surprised] Oh… Was it?

ROMAN: [sighs] No wonder why he got into character so much, he thought everything was real…

THOMAS: Okay, guys, let’s go back.

ROMAN: Agreed.

[Roman snaps his finger and they all get back to the apartment with their habitual outfits]

PATTON: This was really fun, kiddos!

THOMAS: Yeah, it really was. But you almost got a syncope, Patton. Listen, role-playing is good, but don’t get so much into character that you cease to distinguish between fiction and reality. This is just a game and you got too much into it.

PATTON: I’m sorry… But it was fun. And the end was happy for everyone…

LOGAN: ...well, almost for everyone.

THOMAS: It’s okay, Logan. We can repeat this some other day and maybe next time you’ll win too.

LOGAN: The most important thing is… did all this gaming help you for your con?

THOMAS: I think it did. Now I remember all of the rules as if my last game had been yesterday. Thank you so much. And apart of that I also remembered a really important lesson.

LOGAN: Oh, really? What is it?

THOMAS: You reminded me the important value of teamwork. At first when each of you was on your own it looked as if you wouldn’t pass even from the front door, and then you started working as a team and defeating dangers all together as if you were one person.

DECEIT: Well, technically we’re all one person...

THOMAS: I’m proud of all of you, guys.

LOGAN: Thank you. At least my sacrifice has worked for something. [sinking down] Next time, give me an alchemist or something more of my style.

THOMAS: All right, Logan.

PATTON: [sinking down] I’m gonna go get a nice cup of calming tea. I need it after the scary ending we’ve gone through.

THOMAS: Okay, Patton, and sorry.

DECEIT: [sinking down] Well, I’m gonna go wake up Honesty. It is my turn to take a nap, I’m exhausted. See ya.

THOMAS: Bye, Deceit!

VIRGIL: I’ll remind you, just in case, if you ever tell that I was singing solo all of the time, you’re not gonna sleep in a couple of weeks, and it will not be because of your usual habit of not sleeping when editing a video. [sinking down] Be warned.

THOMAS: Okay, Virgil, relax…

ROMAN: Ah… A good old battle. And I’ve had the chance to fight it with all of my friends. Victory tastes sweet, but it tastes to glory when you share it with the people you love. [sinking down] I’m gonna spend my part of the treasure on Fairy Godmother’s, I desperately need a beauty treatment. Bye, Thomas.

THOMAS: Bye, Roman… Well… Life can put lots of challenges of many kinds in front of us. Some of them, we’ll have to face them on our own and in those cases we must be brave, trust ourselves, and give our best. But other times we’ll have the chance to face them in company. In those cases, remember that the value of teamwork will multiply the possibilities of success. Learn about your project partners. Take the time to know your own pros and cons and investigate your pals’. If you work to support each other in your cons and to boost each other in your pros, no one will be able to stop your team. You will be the best of the best and I’ll be even more proud of you than I already am. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Deceit is in the Light Realm, talking to Honesty inside his body]

DECEIT: ...and then Patton threw a ray of fire that destroyed that dragon witch! You should have seen it!

HONESTY: I’m glad that you had fun, Deceit. You really deserved some spare time for a change.

DECEIT: You should have seen it. You should have stayed awaken over there. I was playing a priest of truth, I could have used some help from you.

HONESTY: I’m sorry… But lately, I’ve been feeling… I don’t know how to explain it, like wearing a little thin.

DECEIT: [alarmed] Are you okay? Do you feel sick or something?

HONESTY: No, it’s not that… It’s just that I feel tired, more than tired, exhausted… Don’t worry, Decey. It will pass if I rest.

DECEIT: Oh, I’m not worrying at all…

HONESTY: You’re lying, Deceit, I can see in your mind. I appreciate your concern over me, but I…

[Honesty suddenly stops talking through Deceit’s body. Deceit stays silent for a few seconds. He shows a face of fear]

DECEIT: Honesty? Honesty!? Can you hear me? I’m not feeling you anymore! Honesty!

HONESTY: Oh… Sorry… for a moment I felt like… out of it.

DECEIT: This isn’t normal, Honesty. For a moment I lost all contact with you, as if you had been gone completely.

HONESTY: It just felt as if I’d fallen asleep. Don’t know how to describe it.

DECEIT: Maybe we should talk to Logan, he’s Thomas’ knowledge. He might know what’s going on.

HONESTY: Only if we have no choice. I don’t want Thomas or the Sides to worry unnecessarily.

DECEIT: Let me try something, okay?

HONESTY: What?

DECEIT: Try to get out.

HONESTY: If you insist…

[Deceit is covered by the yellow cloud. It flickers between yellow and orange for a couple of second, then goes back to yellow, dissolves, and Deceit is still there]

HONESTY: I can’t get out…

DECEIT: [scared] Don’t tell me this is normal, Honesty!

HONESTY: I know it isn’t, but let’s wait, all right?

DECEIT: But…

HONESTY: [firm voice] I said let’s wait.

DECEIT: Okay, I hope you know what you’re doing…

HONESTY: Me too, Deceit, me too…

[jolient]

hey here are some sanders sides headcannons i came up with uhh this isn’t really in any order or anything but here we go:

Logan can duplicate himself (more debate partners, two heads = better than 1, etc)

Deceit plays guitar

Virgil has weird sleeping patterns (waking up super early, staying up late, sleeping in, it varies)

Patton lost someone close to him once and Virgil reminds him of them

Roman is a huge D&D nerd

He convinces Virgil to play with him and makes Logan be the dungeon master

Virgil spends a lot of time creating his characters

Logan perfers suspense to outright gore/horror

Virgil takes a lot of internet quizzes

Deceit is very lonely

Patton knows how to sew

Virgil owns a dress and wears it sometimes in his room alone

Roman also owns a dress

Or two.

Or five.

And a makeup kit.

Virgil is a succulent gay

Roman is a cactus gay

Patton is forgetful and most of his plants are in varying stages of death

Logan accidentally clicks on a link to a fanfic and stays up all night reading

He denies it later but he and Roman fight over their OTPs

Deceit owns about million puzzle books

Logan does too and sometimes Deceit messes with them

Both Patton and Virgil have large piles of stuffed animals

Logan is a Film Fanatic 

Roman was a Horse Girl™

He once walked in on Virgil watching My Little Pony at 3am, sat down next to him, and marathoned with him. They’ve never spoken about it.

Virgil likes pancakes. Roman prefers waffles. Logan likes muffins and Patton eats kids’ cereal.

Logan’s room is actually really messy but at the same time he knows where everything is.

Logan read all the Marvel comic books as a kid

Patton can’t juggle at all or catch things.

Logan is a painter.

Virgil likes to draw (especially with charcoal)

Patton is really good on the clarinet, recorder, and flute

Roman is really, really bad at memorizing his lines and makes Logan help him.

Roman sings in the shower.

Virgil does too but quietly.

Deceit aka constant identity crisis

Logan actually doesn’t mind Deceit that much, he just doesn’t trust him.

Roman speaks most of the romance languages

Logan, Virgil, and Patton know sign language.

Sometimes when Roman’s being annoying Logan and Virgil complain about him in ASL

Patton uses it to double check with Virgil and make sure he’s ok.

Logan gets migraines.

Virgil wants to get his ears pierced

Patton takes the best pictures

Roman has the best poses, Logan just kind of… doesn’t react?? And Virgil either looks shocked, murderous, edgy, or cool. Half the time Deceit doesn’t show up in the picture, even if he’s there.

Deceit can disappear

Patton won’t let Roman get a real sword so he buys a plastic one and tries to look dignified with it.

Logan actually owns 7 different pairs of glasses, all placed strategically so he can just pick them up and look like he planned it if he forgets his own.

Patton does not have multiple pairs and therefore can’t see half the time

Logan and Patton find out they have pretty much the same prescription so sometimes Logan’s extra pairs are gone.

Roman and Patton sometimes switch outfits/places for the day and it usually goes unnoticed for a few hours until Virgil catches on. Logan claims he knows they’d switched the whole time.

Deceit can always tell if someone’s lying.

Virgil can read other people’s emotions and sometimes he picks up those emotions or is able to manipulate them (so far only negatively, which makes him afraid that he’ll hurt people)

Patton can do this too (reading others’ emotions and manipulating them) but only for happier emotions (confidence, joy, contentedness, etc)

Logan sometimes has dreams about the future

Roman can be a bit of a freeloader

No one has seen Roman’s room (Virgil got close once)

Virgil drinks a lot of coffee

Roman is a (slightly struggling) writer

Roman is teaching Virgil to play piano

Virgil has cassettes, vinyls, CDs, and online music

Patton tries to get into Virgil’s music and actually likes some of the older stuff

Patton and Logan tried to garden together once (it didn’t really work but hey now they have fresh carrots)

Patton owns two chickens named Mello and Rugby

He teaches Virgil to cook eggs and Virgil soon becomes the best at making eggs

Logan paints his nails occasionally with a clear coat.

Logan, despite his efforts, can’t get Roman to learn complex math

Virgil likes to sit outside on the roof (? under the sky) at night.

Roman owns the most pride paraphernalia.

Patton and Roman are superstitious

Deceit convinces them to hold a seance but then kind of starts to get into it

Logan and Virgil walk in to find them all in Harry Potter robes chanting while holding hands. Virgil just nopes away and Logan just facepalms before turning on the lights and explaining why they can’t just do this.

Patton doesn’t like umbrellas at all because he can’t figure out how to open them

Deceit has a good luck charm

Roman dislikes fish and fishing.

Virgil once actually caught a fish and was so shocked he just froze

Patton had to throw it back for him

Roman is an american football fan

Logan sits down to watch a game with him and ends up being louder than him

Deceit’s room is in another part of Thomas’s mind entirely, and sometimes he can hear the others and gets lonely

Logan gets sunburned the easiest

Patton and Roman are outside the most

Virgil just uses a lot of sunscreen

Deceit’s room is always changing and he can’t control how it changes.

Deceit likes big windows

Virgil prefers big cities

Roman sometimes thinks of himself negatively.

Patton’s emotions are often magnified.

Logan sometimes disappears from Thomas’s mind for a while, and when he gets back everything is usually in complete disarray.

Virgil calls Roman ‘Ramen’

Roman calls Virgil ‘Noodle’ to retaliate

Those are their nicknames for each other.

Virgil likes to roll his eyes and say “Here comes the royal Ramen.”

To which Roman replies “Shut up, Noodle.”

Deceit can cause illusions

Deceit has a celebrity crush on Tom Hiddleston/Loki

[bunnyribbit-ow]

Lucio/DVa and Ana/Reinhardt are the best Overwatch ships imo. Any HC's of interactions between the young adults and the oldies?

Yes! Anahardt is easily in my top five favorite overwatch ships, let’s do this!

+ Lucio and Reinhardt are the head members and founders of the D.va Fan Club. Activities include gushing about D.va’s latest album, cheering her on during her streams, and they’re the mods of her streams chat to make sure everyone is acting civil. Reinhardt will not hesitate to hit that block button.

+ Reinhardt is constantly giving Lucio advice on how to woo D.va, from flexing during Hasselhoff music, reciting poetry from underneath her windowsill, and baking Hana lots of bread (I read somewhere that making your potential lover a loaf of bread makes them fall in love with you in Germany, if I have any German followers please confirm)  

+Ana actually doesn’t interact with Lucio and D.va that much in the beginning, they’re a bit too rambunctious for her. However there was a moment where she forced the two of them to sit down and have tea with her. No talking, or gaming or music, just meditation and sipping tea. Hana enjoyed the tea but not much of the meditation, while Lucio liked the meditation best but not the tea (he’s a coffee drinker).

+ Reinhardt still frets like a schoolboy when he’s getting ready for one of his dates with Ana and Lucio and D.va are often there for moral support.

Rein: “Do you think she still likes me? 

D.va: *facepalms*

Lucio: “Rein man, you know she loves you. You two have been comrades for years and have dating for months, what makes you think she’s gonna change her mind now?”

Rein: “M-maybe she was just being courteous. You know she has the heart of a saint and-”

D.va: “Really?! She’s been courteous for the past ten dates, my dude!? 

+ Lucio has absolutely helped Reinhardt make a mixtape for Ana with her favorite songs along with a special track of Reinhardt reciting poetry about how much he loves her.

+ Reinhardt has definitely gotten D.va and Lucio into Dungeons and Dragons. Lucio plays a reptilian bard, D.va’s a half-elf barbarian, and Brigette an Orc paladin. Reinhardt is usually the Dungeon Master, but easily the most fun and memorable session is when Reinhardt joined the other players (as a knight ofc)  and Ana was the DM (Faeeha also joined them as elven archer). The group knew they were in for a wild one when during the session, Ana gleefully rubbed her hands together and let out an evil maniacal laugh…there were no survivors. 

[for-gold-and-glory]

The Trial of the Vath Adventurer - Logs

Here are the logs fromt he Trial of the Vath Adventurer. Thanks to @eaoisnotawhore for recording the transcript and Shio for giving me her screenshots <3<3<3

Zana Akhabila: "Ready to head in?"

Paradyme Capellago: "About as ready as I can be."

Zana Akhabila takes a deep breath.

Zana Akhabila: "Just think about that drink if you get nervous."

Vath Adventurer: "<Click><click>"

Quinton Coursinge: "The clicking.... Is it perhaps something you can turn off....?"

Vath Adventurer looked up to his lawyer nervously. "We cannot."

Quinton Coursinge hmmmmed.   "Well, what's the worst that could happen."

Quinton Coursinge dazes off for a moment. Right. Burning.

Vath Adventurer: "......we declare Trial by Combat!"

Tyburn Lowenhart eyes Quinton. "That's a rhetorical question yes?"

Quinton Coursinge: "It is a rhetorical question."

Tyburn Lowenhart: "Vathy, baby...don't do combat. Let him work his magic." He waggles his fingers in the air.

Quinton Coursinge: "Trial by combat?  Master Adventurer, where is the fun in that?"

Vath Adventurer: "We have been to these before! We know that you are suppose to say, 'we declare trial by combat!'"

Quinton Coursinge rubbed his eyes. "Five cycles of school for this."

Aegir Hlerson: ((if you're here for the Trial, we'll begin in 5 mins~))

Aiden Mathis: The male knight standing beside the podium steps forward. ''Oyez! Oyez! All persons having business before the Honorable, the Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine, are now admonished to draw near and give their attention, for the Court is now sitting. Halone save the The Holy See of Ishgard and this Honorable Court!''

Aiden Mathis: "Bring out the Accused."

Quinton Coursinge nudges Vath.

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>"

Keerith Tayoon sighs and shrugs at Hali, then shakes her head.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath Adventurer stumbled out into the eerie, creeping firelight of the Tribunal. He had been locked down in the dungeons for nearly three days. He was terrified and a bit disorientated. Nervous clicks muttered from his mandible and he reached out, covering his head with both of his arms.

Talman Chryses elbows Soren. "Deidra chose a new spot. Shall we have a security person join her?"

Grey Hound 's tail flickers, watching Adventurer.

Rosik Ren raises a brow, pulling herself in the wall and making her way closer, nearing a familiar face.

Hali Naras exhales through her nose. She looks up at Keerith and nods silently, arms folded.

Paradyme Capellago: "Here we go..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn nods and brings a finger to his ear.

Shadow Shouvome takes a deep breath. "And so it begains. Again."

Iris Blanchimont: "Honorable Inquisitors, may it please the court, I enter my appearance as a Friend of this Tribunal on behalf of the House of Lords."

Estelle Scarlette pressed himself closer to T'rahven.

Rheya Tayuun: "Well. Looks like there's a lot more people here than I expected. This is good."

Zana Akhabila: "Yeah.  This is good."

T'rahven Tia 's expression took on a steely look, preparing himself for the coming defense of his friend.

Vath Adventurer looked up at his lawyer. "We shall declare Trial by C-!"

Quinton Coursinge shoves Vath down. "Not now."

Zana Akhabila Blanche.

Deidra Rose frowns deeply.

Tyburn Lowenhart pinches the bridge of his nose. "Already we begin."

Vath Adventurer looked down. He thought he was suppose to declare Trial by Combat.

Shadow Shouvome prepared himself.

Aiden Mathis: "Make way and rise for the Adjudicator! The Honorable Alexandre du Papillonoux presiding.”

Ryuka Yumitori pursed her lips. Hang in there, Ven.

N'aomi Kett: "I mean, it's not like the Vath has a small army or something." Naomi muttered.

Talman Chryses scribbles in his notebook with alarm.

Aegir Hlerson: || Entered the Adjudicator, a lord of House Papillonoux. Hidden under a mask of white, he marched towards the front of the forum, nodding pleasantly to a few faces he recognized in the crowd. Under his arm was a well-worn book of Sacred Halonic Law. As he ascended the podium, he set the book down and took his sweet time peeling it open and sorting to the chapter and verse he desired.

Hali Naras: "Hm."

Talman Chryses: Papillonoux again.

Jereck Falarenth glares at Aegir Hlerson.

Paradyme Capellago mutters quietly. "Pompous as usual..."

Zana Akhabila: "...you know him?"

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face, then shakes her head; when she looks up, she squints at Quinton.

Vath Adventurer tugged at Quinton's jacket. "Do we declare now?"

Paradyme Capellago: "Nah, most Ishgardian names sound pompous." She shrugged.

Quinton Coursinge: "Master Adventurer, trust in our legal system."

Hali Naras whispers to Keerith, "(S-someone you know?)"

Aegir Hlerson: "We are gathered here today, under the watchful gaze of the Fury, to ascertain the guilt of this soul, the beastmen known as the Vath Adventurer, on the charges of heresy. That is, by committing the unlawful act of being a beastmen and therefore a worshipper and thrall of the false god Ravana!"

Tyburn Lowenhart bites his bottom lip and tries not to laugh.

Talman Chryses: I'm glad he has an advocate.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn snorts at that. "'Trust th'system' 'e says...."

T'rahven Tia: "I already do not like this guy."

Ottovachi Zotovachi tuts loudly at the accusation.

Sasarna Sarna facepalms.

Lirilith Maellan: ". . ."

Aegir Hlerson: "Beastmen of Dravania, who councils you the matter of your case?"

Keerith Tayoon shakes her head. "No. But I'm hopin' he's worth 'is salt." She looks the other way, eyeing the crowd. "... I'd hate t' see this turn into a mess."

N'aomi Kett tail bristles a bit.

Ryuka Yumitori 's brow furrowed SUPER HARD. Though none could see it under her mask.

Hali Naras snorts to herself.

Shadow Shouvome: "Ishgardians...."

Estelle Scarlette: "That's such a twisted arrest..."

Shadow Shouvome shakes his head, refraining himself.

Vath Adventurer: "W-we... <click><click>"

Grey Hound unclips a flask from his belt and removes the cap, taking a drink as he watches the proceedings.

Zwight Vincent whispers to himself. "It's always like that here..."

Shadow Shouvome: "Yes...."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator looked up from his text. Was it clicking at him. "I beg your pardon?"

Quinton Coursinge: "The clicking, Master Vath..."

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath clicked a few more times than managed to stammer. "T-this fleshling is o-our council!" He pointed up at the Elezen beside him.

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face again, wilting. "... it's not always like that 'ere," she mutters, then shakes her head.

Aiden Mathis: The knight looks to the names man for a moment, as if giving him a chance to deny the bugs words, before speaking up. "The court recognizes the council of Quinton Coursinge, Attorney At Law, on behalf of the Dravanian Beastman."

Quinton Coursinge: || Inclines his head properly. "Your Honor."

Zana Akhabila mutters.  "Pompous blowhard.  Already trying to make his case by demeaning him."

Paradyme Capellago: "It's how they work... Just to get their way..."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator fixed the Elezen with a long, cool look behind his mask. "And it seems we have a Friend of the Tribunal in our court as well." He turned to Lady Blanchimont.

Iris Blanchimont: "Lady Iris Lilith Blanchimont," she made a small inclination of her head toward the herald of the court.

Aiden Mathis:  He follows the inquisitor's gaze, nodding before speaking up once more. "The court recognizes the voice of The Honourable Lady Iris Lilith Blanchimont, Vidame of the House Haillenarte and Baroness of Coldwind, Minister of Parliament and her Foriegn Affairs." So saying, he takes a step back to mirror Illione's position.

Anhe Donia: ". . .That's a /lot/ of titles..."

Zwight Vincent: "I'd hate to read the book with that title on it..." he mutters to himself.

Quinton Coursinge looks over his shoulder to Tyburn and extends a hand to the man for the folder he is carrying.

Ming Mei is unimpressed with those titles.

Rosik Ren: "Folks get handed titles, an' I still don' 'ave one I like..."

Talman Chryses diligently writes down all the titles.

Shadow Shouvome has a masked face. No emotions are seen but snarling could be heard.

Vath Adventurer tugged at Quinton's jacket. "Do we declare now?"

Tyburn Lowenhart hands over said papers and takes a step back.

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Anhe with a grin.

Quinton Coursinge: "Master Adventurer, allow us to fight this properly. With /words/."

Aegir Hlerson: || "Welcome Lady Blanchimont," he greeted with a sudden sweetness. "By your word, I shall call for the accused to declare their innocence or announce their guilt."

Vath Adventurer perked. This is where he did it!

Hali Naras just stares with a blank expression, watching in silence.

Quinton Coursinge leans over and whispers to the Vath. "Innocent. All you have to say is innocent."

Sasarna Sarna: (Neat ^^

Iris Blanchimont: She nodded permission to Aegir. After all, she needed a case to argue a point.

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>" He nodded.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Mr Coursinge, is your client prepared to make its plea in this Most Holy Court?"

Sain Ironheart looks concerned for her new Vath friend.

Quinton Coursinge: "He is, your Honor."

Quinton Coursinge nudges Vath.  "Not Combat."

Jereck Falarenth whispers to Adventurer "You got this!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Very well, Beastman, how do you plea to the charge of committing the unlawful act of being a beastmen and therefore a worshipper and thrall of the false god Ravana?"

Keerith Tayoon smiles as she watches the Vath and Quinton.

Wu'rexa Norh winces with sympathy. Poor little mite. Almost literally.

Tyburn Lowenhart clenches his butt cheeks. Waits for him to ask for trial by combat anyway.

Quinton Coursinge whispers again to his client. "Innocent.  Innocent."

Hali Naras snickers a little at the Vath Adventurer's one-track mind. She might be counting in her head how many times "trial by combat" is going to be referenced.

Ming Mei is waiting for Sabertooth to get angry.

Vath Adventurer: || He looked up at Quinton then over at the Tribunal. "I...innocent?" He paused, then looked back up at his lawyer, "But we are a beastmen."

Ryuka Yumitori 's fists subtly ball as she watches the Vath Adventurer.

Iris Blanchimont: "I shall speak on behalf of mine fellows after both prosecution and defense lay arguments before the Court, as I would not deign to deny anyone the floor for merits of their case."

Iris Blanchimont: "If such suits this Court, of course."

Keerith Tayoon shakes her head, then looks over to the others.

Zana Akhabila tenses her fists.  What a load of chocobo manure.

Deidra Rose taps her elbow while watching, her jaw clenched, causing a pronounced jawline.

Aegir Hlerson: || This seemed like a pretty open and shut case to him. The Holy See would smell of boiling crab by tea time. "Very well, Lady Blanchimont. Present your case."

Talman Chryses rolls his eyes, and scribbles in his notebook.

Vath Adventurer: "We are afraid this man wants to eat us."

R'tehz Tia is pissed about the whole thing

Tyburn Lowenhart whispers to Vath. "Probably."

Shadow Shouvome is remaining in control.

Iris Blanchimont: "Ah, apologies, I mean to speak after both Prosecution and Defense. It would feel improper to assert my station above theirs."

Vath Adventurer began to click nervously.

Hali Naras snorts a laugh, covering her mouth for a moment.

N'aomi Kett takes a deep breath, looking up the ceiling.

Keerith Tayoon nods at Grey. She liked him more and more.

Sasarna Sarna: Sarna watches the preceedings, not really understanding it.

Grey Hound 's tail curls as he watches, looking back and forth between the speakers as he talks quietly with his group.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Of course, my Lady." He turned back to the defense. "So this creature declares himself innocent of the charges. Yet, he does not deny that he is a beastman. What argument do you present to resolve this conflict of declarations, Mr Coursinge?"

Tyburn Lowenhart pulls some gysahl greens from his coat pocket and with a tap on  his head, places them at his mandibles. "Eat up Vathy."

Vath Adventurer: "!" He began to chew greedily.

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "I've heard of being right done up the rump, but this is an art form."

Mareth Ravenlocke seems to have shown up in her work clothes. And sunglasses. At least she had the foresight to leave her gun and aetherotransformer at home.

Jereck Falarenth tenses..

Zwight Vincent watches calmly, keeping a serious face. He's never liked the court system here. "This is by far the worst reason to throw someone into the slammer." he whispers.

Wu'rexa Norh winces through a smile.

Vath Adventurer fortunately could not blurt out 'trial by combat' with his mouth full of tasty gysahl greens.

T'rahven Tia leaned in to whisper to Naoi

Tyburn Lowenhart had plenty more greens as contingency.

Jereck Falarenth clinches his fists

Mareth Ravenlocke whispers to Rex.

Quinton Coursinge: || The duskwight stepped forward and adjusted his suit accordingly.  “Your Honor,  I present to you the following scenario.  Ishgard herself is in a new era, and the times are changing with it.  Dravania and our fine Republic are at peace after a millenia. My client has done no wrong, he is neither a citizen nor a representative of our beloved city.  I ask, do we risk disrupting such a fresh peace over something as burning every beastman we see across her soils?”

Jereck Falarenth agrees with Quinton Coursinge.

Iris Blanchimont was glad the lawyer was handling the politics, it freed her up a little.

Hali Naras passes a curious look at the Outriders all whispering amongst themselves, but then looks back to the Vath Adventurer and his counsel curiously.

Ottovachi Zotovachi nods along with Quinton's words, watching him speak.

Estelle Scarlette has a pondering look as he remains fully focused on the trial.

Shadow Shouvome is glad Quinton is actually usefull and helpful.

Zwight Vincent: "Hey Shades...watching him eat is making me hungry...do you have any snacks?" He whispers to Shadow.

Quinton Coursinge is getting paid to be useful and helpful.

Talman Chryses nods to himself and writes down Coursinge's words.

Jereck Falarenth: "Good catch Talman."

Anhe Donia drums her right hand's fingers across her left arm, drawing in and releasing quiet breaths.

Shadow Shouvome: "Mouse pellets."

Shadow Shouvome said dryly. He didn't even have those on him.

Jereck Falarenth watches Quinton Coursinge with a cautious eye.

Zwight Vincent: "Why...do you have mouse pellets? I thought you were a cat?"

Tyburn Lowenhart wistfully sighs at Quinton as he speaks law. Sucks it has to be over the potential Vath bbq he gets to hear it in action.

Shadow Shouvome quietly kicked Zwight on his side.

Aegir Hlerson: || "An interesting defense, Mr Coursinge, and I by no means declare we sweep the forests and highlands searching for beastmen to boil. But this one has repeatedly infested himself into the walls of our Holy See and mocked our gentle society with his prattling and begging. Despite our... glorious new government, it is still the job of the Inquisition to seek out heresy, and I cannot think of any offense more direct than the worship of a primal." He held his finger down on some paperwork, seeming to have collected proof on something.

Iris Blanchimont shot the adjudicator a cold glance at his /lack of enthusiasm/ for Parliament.

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor, I ask you to present the witness you have seen that has personally seen such primal worship inside Ishgard's gates?"

Aegir Hlerson: || "Very well," he smiled. "then I call for the people of this court to confirm, as a number of them I am sure have run afoul with this creature. Who in Ishgard has not been approached by this beastman to either peddle newspapers or beg for crystals?"

Deidra Rose grips the cloth around the elbows.

Quinton Coursinge: "Peddling newspapers is hardly a crime, your honor!"

Shio Maeda growls a little.

Talman Chryses nods vigorously.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath tilted his head to the side. That... that was another beastman.

Anhe Donia: "What?"

Shadow Shouvome: "......................"

Zana Akhabila lets her jaw drop open.

Hali Naras pauses and stares incredulously at the Inquisitor.

Grey Hound rubs the muzzle of his mask and snorts.

Rosik Ren: "...newspaper peddlin' an' beggin's worship of bug god now...?"

Anhe Donia: "Not only have I never seen that, how is that a crime...?"

Paradyme Capellago: "I... What."

Zana Akhabila: "...peddling newspapers.  Really."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I ain't think s'peddlin' if'n s'got more worth'n their holy texts...But tha's jus' me..."

Keerith Tayoon slowly tilts her head, then snerks and shakes her head. "Not that one, no," she replies, then looks around at the others.

Zana Akhabila: "It's not him.  It's the information in the papers."

Zwight Vincent: "That's just plain dumb..."

Sasarna Sarna mutters softly. "Shooting a messenger..."

Iris Blanchimont: "My Lord Inquisitor, I carry on my person shards of fire at this moment for use in alchemical reduction. Is it /seriously/ the position of the Court that this is evidence that I worship a Primal?"

Hali Naras mutters to Keerith, "(Th-this is Ishgardian justice?)" She seems to be snickering.

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel was looking resigned by all of this. But THEN she hears blasphemy. Her gaze turns sharply toward Swyreyn.

Aegir Hlerson: "Yes, but praising a false god is. I shall quote some choice lines recorded from this cryer in the moons passed: 'Attention Fleshling Worshippers of the False Goddess, Halone! Today The Crystal Chronicle releases its 30th edition!.'"

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "The Vath is in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This is an attack to shut the Chronicle up."

Rheya Tayuun: "...yep, that's Ishgard for you."

Vath Adventurer: "....." The Vath began to click disgruntly. That was DEFINITELY a DIFFERENT beastman.

Anhe Donia: "What the-?"

Wu'rexa Norh 's ears twitch and her brows furrow.

Shio Maeda brings her hands to her face, and then runs her fingers up to rub her temples.

Grey Hound: "Wrong vath..."

N'aomi Kett: "Oh gods..." Naomi does a facepalm.

Keerith Tayoon sighs, shaking her head; she gives Hali a pained look, then shrugs. "... not usually. Some times though, aye."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "They're thinking of Vath Aegir..."

T'rahven Tia: "That.....doesn't sound like Adventurer. Vath Aegir, maybe, but not Adventurer."

Victarion Greystone glowers at the folk making comments of his home city.

Wu'rexa Norh: "They've got the wrong -bug-?"

Grey Hound: "Of course they are, who else causes /that/ kind of trouble?"

Anhe Donia: "What."

T'rahven Tia: "When do we tell them they arrested the wrong Vath?"

N'aomi Kett: "It is Aegir, they arrested the wrong vath."

Hali Naras snorts again and shakes her head. She shrugs at Keerith, looking amused.

Zana Akhabila: "They'll never admit it, but..."

Grey Hound: "You lot have the wrong damn bug!"

Jereck Falarenth taps the top edge of his belt.

Ryuka Yumitori had an inkling of -who-, as well.

Quinton Coursinge: Shoots his attention back to the Adventurer for a moment, then back to the front.  "Your Honor, have you properly identified that you have the right Vath?"

Estelle Scarlette pressed against T and wrappe dhis arms around one of T's own. "This is all wrong..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "....I've never heard anyone say that, and I'm here all the time. I work here."

Lirilith Maellan: "Quiet in the Court!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Gods forefend, how many are there?"

Anhe Donia: "--?"

T'rahven Tia leaned against Estelle lightly and whispered.

Deidra Rose narrows her eyes.

Anhe Donia shoots Rex a bewildered look.

Keerith Tayoon shrugs her shoulders at Hali, then looks back at the court. "... to be fair, yellin' that kind of thing is in pretty poor taste," she murmurs to Hali.

Zana Akhabila smiles and whispers.  "...want to bet someone's never been out of Ishgard before?"

Wu'rexa Norh carefully covers her mouth with her gauntlet, her eyes sparkling with helpless mirth no matter how she hides her grin.

Iris Blanchimont: "A colony of several dozen at least, and hundreds, perhaps thousands of Gnath besides."

Paradyme Capellago: "So they didn't even do their research..."

Lirilith Maellan: Ser Venessiel looks to the Inquisitor. "If it pleases the court, I can attest to witnessing two of the Vath beastmen."

Quinton Coursinge: "I have one working for my firm."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Hells, somebody take this swivin' bloke t'th'forelands. 'E clearly ain't been outside this city if'n 'e thinks there's one swivel' Vath."

N'aomi Kett: "That's the wrong beast tribe." Naomi sighed.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve. . ."

Quinton Coursinge: "He does fine accounting, your honor."

Shadow Shouvome: "Oh no..."

Aegir Hlerson: "...this infestation runs deeper than I thought." He paused, turning to his Knight Retainer, "Ser Venessiel, it is unusual for you to speak up during a proceding." He motioned for her to continue.

Tyburn Lowenhart nods in agreement about the accounting.

Hali Naras shakes her head, whispering in return, "(The Adventurer doesn't, uh, s-say that. The out-and-out, uh, r-rudeness is more the Vath Aegir's, uh... schtick.)"

Victarion Greystone folds his arms sourly, listening to the exchanges and mutterings of common folk.

Lirilith Maellan: "..." She silently questions the validity of a beastman doing accounting.

Vath Adventurer: "The Vath Accountant is a fine math bug!" He praised.

Sain Ironheart growled softly looking up to Aegir.

Wu'rexa Norh suppresses a tiny 'aww'.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Duskmother, please. . ."

Rosik Ren: "...their names are titles? Huh."

Lirilith Maellan: Ser Venessiel nods. "The Vath on trial, and another Vath, are often in company together doing work for one of the free companies. Which Vath this one is, I am unsure. I will admit to being unable to tell them apart."

Hali Naras snorts another laugh.

Grey Hound waves a little, indicating the company in general. "We can tell them apart."

Victarion Greystone: "You've heard of people with the smith name or the carpenter name? Most names start as a title."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Agreed."

Aegir Hlerson: || Nodded, processing the new evidence. "Be that as it may, this beastman still seems to enjoy the company of a heretic and that is damning enough. What say you, Mr Coursinge?"

Shadow Shouvome: "Aye!"

Victarion Greystone: "Even if they are not in your language."

Deidra Rose turns her head and speaks softly.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...'Tis the way the Vath work. After having become separate from the Gnath and their hive-mind, the Vath have taken their professions as their names, because 'tis, to them, representative of their sense of purpose."

Rosik Ren: "Oh, sure, bu' how fittin's a name for a title if a Farmer swings a sword for a livin'?"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Well, I imagine a given Vath would change his or her name, if they decide to undertake a new profession."

Rosik Ren: "So what's a vath 'at does odd jobs?"

Quinton Coursinge: "The times are changing, Your Honor.  Our Fury is not diminished by the presence of one misidentified Vath in her walls. I suggest if we are to cause a fissure in our newly formed alliance with Dravania, it should be for righteous reasons."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Vath Adventurer, clearly."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..When I think 'odd jobs,' I think of the Adventurer's Guild.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "I should know, I'm a member."

Ming Mei really has to pee...

Zwight Vincent: "What about Vath Misc.?"

Rosik Ren purses her lips, giving a bit of a nod, "Fair, if a bit lackin' fer accuracy."

N'aomi Kett: "That's where he works," Naomi said, "He's Vath adventurer, an adventurer." Naomi seethed, tail twitching.

Keerith Tayoon listens quietly, although she is smiling now.

Aegir Hlerson: "An Alliance, yes, with the dragons of Dravania, not their beastman. We cannot lump one and two together despite their combined monstrous appearance, any more than we could assume the kobolds of Vylbrand were Lominsan citizens because of their shared territories."

Talman Chryses writes rapidly as the case veers off in a new direction.

Ottovachi Zotovachi tries to give Naomi a reasurring look, his gaze returns to the trial with a somwhat colder stare.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Glad to see everyone's so swivin' cheery about this affair. . ."She muttered. "Grief."

Shadow Shouvome: "Bloody hells...."

Wu'rexa Norh opens her mouth, but shuts it again.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Limsa Lominsa... has beastmen who trade there all the time, though..."

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "He's just pulling stuff out of his rump.  If I had that kind of capacity back there, we'd all be gillionaires back at work.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Limsa Lominsa ain't swivin' sentencin' Kobolds t'death!"

Sasarna Sarna gave the Vath a soft look. "The Vath were always kind to me..."

Iris Blanchimont looked more than marginally annoyed, but didn't interject.

Estelle Scarlette looked down and hissed quietly, tail flicking.

Vath Adventurer clicked nervously and buried his arms over his head.

Tyburn Lowenhart smirks and opens up a folder and steps up to Quinton placing the opened folder in his hand to a certain document before stepping back.

Victarion Greystone: "Last I saw, Lominsa didn't waste time with trials..."

Quinton Coursinge: looks over his shoulder to Tyburn, and takes the papers from him, holding them up as if to prove something. "There is an alliance between the groups, Your Honor.  One that is longer than ours, and deeper roots for they share soil."

Victarion Greystone: "Unless they had something to sell."

Lirilith Maellan: "Quiet in the Court!" Venessiel yells again.

N'aomi Kett tail was twitching more.

Lirilith Maellan is the fun police.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Goblins, Qiqirn... As long as the goods flow and, if stolen, are stolen from the Garlean Empire, I don't think the Maelstrom much care what shape the merchant is."

Vath Adventurer: "We help the dragons with their dragon lice!"

Aegir Hlerson: "......."

Quinton Coursinge: "They help with their /dragon lice/, Your Honor!"

Iris Blanchimont: "May it please the court," she did interject, though politely. "To clarify, many soldiers are quite fond of Vath goods, especially their wine. There /are/ formal legal trade arrangements in place between our nations."

Hali Naras stares at Ser Venessiel curiously.

Victarion Greystone: "Lice is a real problem amongst their kind…”

Ming Mei starts thinking about dragon lice, and starts scratching her head.

Deidra Rose looks surprised and tries to avoid grinning.

Talman Chryses mutters, "How curious."

Aegir Hlerson: "What a noble symbol of their symbiotic relationship," he deadpanned, "but we are getting off track. My next question is directed at the creature: Beastman of Dravania, do you deny that you worship the false god and primal, Ravana? The insectoid monster also referred to as Lord of the Hive?"

Lirilith Maellan: "..." Dragon lice. Seriously?

Rosik Ren sighs and mutters, "...maybe that's why dragons make me itch.."

Victarion Greystone: "The lawyer is right..I recalk regiments working out agreements for gunpowder and cannons.."

Wu'rexa Norh grinds her teeth.

Vath Adventurer: || The Adventurer tapped his claws together, "He is our god, your Fleshlingness." He clicked as politely as possible.

Tyburn Lowenhart imagines dragon lice, like a lice bug the size of a mouse and his face contorts for a moment with a full body shudder.

Quinton Coursinge whispers. "Your Honor, Master Vath."

Hali Naras sniffs a laugh.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Oh, hon'. Lie, liiiiiie. 'S not hard. Swivin'--"

Shadow Shouvome: "Oh.....oh god.......uuuggghhh...."

Zwight Vincent glances at Shadow.

Paradyme Capellago: "As much it's god as Halone is theirs..."

Iris Blanchimont looked at the Vath. What, heresy is okay but lying is where the line is drawn?

Rosik Ren: "..damned fool..."

Anhe Donia frowns a bit.

Tyburn Lowenhart sighs audibly and hands Vath some more Gysahl greens. Kind of like a last meal or sorts.

Aegir Hlerson: "The court appreciates your truthfulness and reminds its gallery that we all stand under the watchful eyes of the Fury. With that new evidence however, we must declare that the beastman is guilty of his charges."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I still see no issue with this. His faith is his own business. Believing and summoning are two vastly different things."

Zana Akhabila: "...and if that wasn't a leadin' question, I dunno what is."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "This is shite!"

Iris Blanchimont held her hand up.

Quinton Coursinge: "I OBJECT YOUR HONOR!"

Shio Maeda rubs her eyes, tail swishing angrily.

Anhe Donia furrows her brows. "Without even giving a chance to /explain/?"

Jereck Falarenth grabs the handles of his blades.

Lunae Lux: "I OBJECT YOUR OBJECTION!"

Ryuka Yumitori: "OBJE-Oh."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl 's hands reached for her axe--for all of an instant before she remembered where she was.  "Ooh-kay."

Iris Blanchimont looked at the Lawyer. "I yield to the gentleman."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve preserve."

Ottovachi Zotovachi 's fists clench.

Jereck Falarenth: "This is not right!"

A'sharah Rahz rests a light hand against the small of Rheya's back in greeting.

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor held up his book and looked around. "...the court reminds the gallery that they cannot obje- oh nevermind. What is it, Mr Coursinge?"

Victarion Greystone: "Wait, weren't we just going on about how the Vath isn't a citizen of Ishgard?"

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh lord..."

Estelle Scarlette flicked his tail, gripping T's arm tighter.

Talman Chryses exhales sharply and flips over to a blank page.

Ryuka Yumitori cleared her throat, and retreated back to her wall of stoicism.

T'rahven Tia frowned, gently picking at the materia on his gauntlets. "And here we go......"

Vath Adventurer: "It is true Ravana is our god, the god created by the Gnath, but he is not our god!  He is the god of the onemind!"

Quinton Coursinge: "This is absurd! Do we arrest every person that comes through the city for trade, do we plan on burning all our ne-"

Estelle Scarlette kept close to T. "I was hoping it didn't end up like this."

Iris Blanchimont thinks singular pronouns would be really helpful to the Adventurer right now.

Vath Adventurer: "Trial by Combat!"

Iris Blanchimont: "No."

Zana Akhabila: "...shite."

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face.

Aegir Hlerson: "........"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sodding."

Rosik Ren: "Ohsonofabitch."

Vath Adventurer: || The Adventurer beamed.

Quinton Coursinge: Quinton put his hand to his head. He said it. He went and said it.

Rheya Tayuun totally thinks that the Vath Adventurer picked the best time for that.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: ".....Sevenhells...."

Zwight Vincent: "Oh my.."

T'rahven Tia: "And there it is."

Talman Chryses mutters, "No, no, no.."

Mareth Ravenlocke facepalms. "...Did.. anyone even tell him what that meant?"

Anhe Donia: "..."

Lirilith Maellan: "...." Here we go again.

Deidra Rose visibly tenses, her anger showing.

Shio Maeda: "..Give an order, please. None of us are to volunteer; he must name a champion."

Shadow Shouvome: "You ready T."

R'tehz Tia facepalms so hard.

Vath Adventurer: "(Did we do it right?)"

T'rahven Tia: "Oh, I'm SOOOO ready."

Iris Blanchimont: "Your honor, I have yet to be heard. I must object to pronouncement of guilt and therefore trial by combat's declaration."

Quinton Coursinge: ||Five turns of law school for this.||

Jereck Falarenth: "GO Vath Adventurer!"

Tyburn Lowenhart looks down at Vath and tapped his cheek, clicking his teeth he gives him the rest of the greens he had. All of them. "Enjoy."

N'aomi Kett: "Seriously is worshiping gods a base for summoning a primal." Naomi seethe.

Hali Naras finds this hilarious. She's grinning in amusement. What a circus.

Sasarna Sarna coughs. "I once worshipped a rock."

Sain Ironheart sighs looking ready to step forward.

Sasarna Sarna coughs again, "I thought it brought the rains when I prayed to it..."

Shadow Shouvome: "If it is, then Ishgard should lock itself up for attempting to summon the Furry." Shadow said under his breath.

Zwight Vincent: "That's stone cold"

Shadow Shouvome gave no fucks.

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor took a moment to let out a slow breath. "I'm sorry, Lady Blanchimont, but once a Trial of Combat has been declared, the Tribunal is bound to honor it." He paused and glared at the defense. They could have tied the thing's mandibles together. "But before we continue, I beg that you speak your piece."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn nods and brings a finger to his ear.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Oh, -Adventurer-..."

Shadow Shouvome: fury*)

Anhe Donia clasps her arms tighter, drawing them closer to her chest.

Quinton Coursinge: ((brb summoning the furry))

Shadow Shouvome: ((SHUDDUP!))

Estelle Scarlette: [[ HAHAHA ]

Hali Naras: (( AHAHAHAHA ))

Ryuka Yumitori: ((*notices ur heresy 0w0 what's this?*))

Jereck Falarenth: ((awesome))

Sain Ironheart turns to look to Soren as her ears twitched in irritation.

Iris Blanchimont: "During our government's reconstruction, the provisional government granted amnesty to heretics for past acts. A person, say, in the Brume who venerated Saint Shiva as his patron was allowed back into the city by that government. Following Colloquies and Elections in the House of Commons, we have honored the agreements the provisional government made, including this one."

A'sharah Rahz leans in to murmur something against Rheya's ear.

Iris Blanchimont: "A belief that a being was created by Ravana is, therefore, not prosecutable without violation of this accord unless such belief has resulted in tangible acts of heresy since such amnesty was granted."

Rheya Tayuun loops an arm around A'sharah's waist and gives her a little squeeze before murmuring back.

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Mareth and gingerly shakes her head.

Iris Blanchimont: "Therefore, should the Vath Adventurer be found guilty and allowed to be executed, the Inquisition will be declaring itself not bound by the accords and laws of Parliament. Please, if not in the determination of guilt, heed this advice on sentencing."

Aegir Hlerson: "Truer words have not been spoken, my Lady, but while we have set aside our differences with the dragons of Dravania and culled the worship of the false Goddess Shiva, the veneration of Ravana remains an active problem and deliberate offense of heresy. To have a beastmen in our city who acknowledges this primal as their god is an act most grievous indeed.”

Talman Chryses 's eyes widen, and he scrambles to fetch a new ink cartridge from his pocket.

Jereck Falarenth stands in awe.

Aegir Hlerson: "Nevertheless, all it moot now that the creature has declared Trial by Combat." He turned, slowly smiiiiling at the lawyer and his monster.

Iris Blanchimont: "My Lord, did I miss where only Shivites were granted amnesty? I do believe it was 'heretics', as written in letter of law."

Vath Adventurer: "...di-did we do it wrong?"

Jereck Falarenth galnces at Iris.

Grey Hound: "He acknowledged it as the hivemind god... the gnath god. Not /his/. Have you heard him speak? You realize pronouns aren't really his thing, right?"

Deidra Rose winces, hearing Adventurer.

Iris Blanchimont: "Yes, you did it quite wrong."

Quinton Coursinge: "No. No... You declared rightfully so...."

N'aomi Kett: "Or were you simply baiting the poor Vath to say that."

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>!"

Aegir Hlerson: "A trial of combat has been declared!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Though if you had listened to your council on the matter..."

Wu'rexa Norh lifts off the leather wrap that peacebinds her blade and settles her hand upon its grip with a squeak of steel.

Vath Adventurer: "We got excited."

Aegir Hlerson: "Let the accused step forward! Beastman of Dravania, have heard the charges leveled against you. Will you take up arms to refute the Tribunals claim and thereby prove your innocence in the eyes of gods and men?"

Ryuka Yumitori: "<click> <click>."

Anhe Donia chews on her lower lip, staring at the Vath.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I volunteer myself as the Vath Adventurer's champion!"

Iris Blanchimont: "That's the l- REX!"

Zana Akhabila: "...he said it."

Victarion Greystone: "Ms. Norh."

Wu'rexa Norh: "If I don't speak quickly he'll do it by himself."

T'rahven Tia waved to Vath Adventurer, begging for him to pick him as a champion.

Anhe Donia: "Rex--”

Victarion Greystone frowns.

Paradyme Capellago: "So it's come to this, huh."

Iris Blanchimont: "I was /winning/."

Wu'rexa Norh: "You did all you could, Iris."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "...Sevenhells...."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...The Vath -specifically- split from the Gnath for this -very reason-! They aren't -summoning- anything!”

Rosik Ren: "...well.....shit."

A'sharah Rahz: The suncat lifts a hand from her spot at the back of the crowd. "I will champion the Adventurer."

Jereck Falarenth: "This is not how this should go..."

Vath Adventurer: "W..we..." He looked over to the Knights. "We are no warrior, but we can declare a champion fight in our place?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "It's only one at a time, Sharah."

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh hi Sharah.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Or can anyone just walk in here and demand a trial by combat, despite having done naught wrong?"

Anhe Donia /snaps/ her gaze to A'sharah.

T'rahven Tia: "I volunteer to defend the Vath!"

Talman Chryses: If the court goes through with this, a constitutional crisis could result…

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Can I demand a trial by combat to get the racist upon the podium to shut up?"

Paradyme Capellago rubbed her cheek lightly.

Sasarna Sarna: "I uh, Volunteer?"

Jereck Falarenth: "I will stand behind him as well."

Quinton Coursinge: "It is your choice, Master Vath.  Declare one and I shall see to it accordingly."  He sighs. He has seen this too much.

Iris Blanchimont: "No good now, I'm afraid. The moment the declaration was issued the trial proper ended. I tried to put that back in it's bottle, but the spill was complete."

Anhe Donia: "Sharah-" Anhe half hisses.

Rheya Tayuun flashes Sharah a wry grin.

Aegir Hlerson: "To the old and the infirmed, the young and the weak, that is a right we will allow." He declared, searching the gallery. It was getting a little... murderous in here. "Who will you declare as your champion?"

Obsidian Darksian: "well this is interesting."

Vath Adventurer looked around.

Anhe Donia lets out a heavy sigh, hands balling into fists.

Jereck Falarenth: "I have your back if you need Vath Adventurer!"

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . ."

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath searched the gallery, then leaned down, whispering to his lawyer.

Hali Naras is grinning madly, seeming to be waiting for everything to become chaos.

Zana Akhabila: "...she'll be fine."

T'rahven Tia: "Come on Vath, you know I want this!"

Sasarna Sarna:  "Ah.”

Rheya Tayuun: "Apparently so does half the crowd!"

Tyburn Lowenhart glances to his left. Adventurer certainly had his pick of the hive. *kneeslap*

Estelle Scarlette hugs T's arm tightly.

N'aomi Kett: "I don't normally fight like this, but I'll fight too."

Rosik Ren: "Get the feelin' there ain't a single person here who wouldn' put their blade up for this thing."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "me too."

Victarion Greystone: "Ms Blanchimont, are we going to let her do this?"

Sasarna Sarna: "I'm here to help."

Shadow Shouvome: "Same here. No one's locking up my friend!"

Estelle Scarlette lowers his ears and steps back, unable to fight....

Jereck Falarenth: "I will fight for you!"

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Quinton pleadingly. "I'm the only one best trained and prepared here, save perhaps the big fella in the back. Make a choice to -win-, damn it."

Zana Akhabila: "...I would be up there if she hadn't told me not to."

Obsidian Darksian: "i like to help actually."

T'rahven Tia: "Begging your pardon? I was in the battle for Ala Mhigo, buddy."

Quinton Coursinge eyes the knight, then sighs and looks back down to Vath.

Iris Blanchimont: "I could hope the Inquisition throws the match, seeing the danger conviction brings them, but I think them too proud for such a thing. It wouldn't be honorable."

Vath Adventurer nodded confidently at Quinton.

Paradyme Capellago: "-No one- should be up there. It's ridiculous."

Obsidian Darksian: "same here catboy, i fought at ala mhigo as well.”

Zana Akhabila: "He was trying to bait him into combat because he knew he couldn't make the charges stick otherwise."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...This is ridiculous. I don't have a faith at all, and I've not been asked to participate in a trial by combat for refusing to believe in -any- deity without scientific proof."

Victarion Greystone sighs, and nods softly. "As you say."

Iris Blanchimont: "They won't kill a Champion. It would be murder. They will fight to disable, since the Vath fights not for himself, most like."

Quinton Coursinge: looks back to the crowd and wrinkles his face.  "The Vath Adventurer... " Heavy sighs. “Has called upon the Sword Fleshling and.." Bigger sigh…

Victarion Greystone: "Pride certainly has a way of fooling with men."

Vath Adventurer nodded.

Quinton Coursinge: "T'UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Hammer first."

T'rahven Tia: "GOD DAMMIT VEN, THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"

Zana Akhabila: "And yet he won't have to fight his own battle, I bet.  They have a big burly one in the back there."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Do it, T!"

Vath Adventurer: "T'UHHHHHH HAMMER FIST!"

Grey Hound snorts.

N'aomi Kett bursted out laughing

N'aomi Kett: "T'uuuuuuuhhhh!"

Rosik Ren: "Sword fleshling....?"

T'rahven Tia: "YOU....YOU......."

Shadow Shouvome snickers.

Quinton Coursinge: sighs.

Grey Hound: "Technically, it is."

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Ey?"

Victarion Greystone: "Rex is lucky that this is the case. Before I was born champions died in trials like this."

Shadow Shouvome pats T's shoulder.

N'aomi Kett: "I almost forgot about that name."

Jereck Falarenth yells to Vath Adventurere "We have your back!  You don't have to do this alone!"

Anhe Donia raises her brows once more, almost half-snarling.

Ryuka Yumitori finally enters the stage. "It has been a while. Let us see if Halone still favors me in her court, yeah?"

Shadow Shouvome: "Don't hold back."

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives T's hip a bump with his fist.

Aegir Hlerson: "....those are not names and he cannot have TWO champions-" the Inquisitor began.

Lirilith Maellan: Venessiel speaks up firmly, "I accept both champions."

Anhe Donia: "--What..."

Wu'rexa Norh looks down at her full set of armour harness and then looks at T'rahven."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Wait, what?"

Tyburn Lowenhart blinks slowly. He looks at Quinton with sadness in his eyes.

Quinton Coursinge: motions to the au ra and the miqo'te. "I believe these are those requested.

Rosik Ren: "Which sword fleshling??"

Aegir Hlerson: || "........" He looked over at his Knight Retainer. "Very well. Will the champions the creature declare step forward and speak their names for the Tribunal?"

Rheya Tayuun: "Oooh, this is going to be a shiteshow and no mistake. Someone's getting a beatdown, and I'm not sure who!"

T'rahven Tia: "For the record, my name is T'RAHVEN."

Obsidian Darksian: "hm?"

Iris Blanchimont: "She does have some advantage in that she's a squire to a noble house. The worse they leave her, the worse relations between my Count and the Inquisition will become. That said, I do believe in Rex's martial abilities."

Grey Hound: "Which you pronounce wrong," He reminds T.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: ".....Oi! Swordscale! Don' disappoint me!"

Anhe Donia: "Seems it doesn't /matter/..."

Anhe Donia looks up to Rex, frowning.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Except they've... conveniently ignored Rex's  volunteering."

Wu'rexa Norh sighs.

Victarion Greystone: "She chose the role. T'would do them insult if they went easy on her, as well."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I tried."

N'aomi Kett looked over to Grey.

Ryuka Yumitori: "Ryuka Yumitori, a Malaguld of the Far East.”

Victarion Greystone: "Wouldn't you think?"

Anhe Donia places a hand on Rex's shoulder.

Iris Blanchimont: "You weren't Sword Fleshling?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "Apparently not."

Aegir Hlerson: ((the champions Ryuka Yumitori and T'uhhh Tia have 3 HP each. Ser Venessiel (Lirilith Maellan) has 5 HP and every other round can use an AoE. To track HP, we have created a document:  http://tiny.cc/v7sony))

Victarion Greystone: "Oh?"

T'rahven Tia: T'rahven Tia! Of the Outriders."

N'aomi Kett tail was twitching, she was not relaxed.

Zana Akhabila: "...I smell a setup.  They planned this, you think?"

Victarion Greystone: "Lucky break then... Or this Trial is a sham."

Victarion Greystone: "One or the other."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I don't think it lucky," Rex snaps.

Anhe Donia: "I'd not like to think so, but..."

Ottovachi Zotovachi was likewise agitated, fixing T'rahven with a determined stare.

Estelle Scarlette held himself, tail curled around hi middle, tense.

Vath Adventurer: "Sword fleshling! T'uHHHHHHH!" He cried in relief.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It -is- a sham."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I'm -trained- for this."

Paradyme Capellago: "I fuckin' give up with this -farce-."

Shadow Shouvome: "T, Ryuka! Give them Hell."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "The Vath has committed no crime."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey Ven. You look like you're in a spot."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I hate to see anyone go up against the might of the inquisition so unprepared."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Let's get you out of it, yeah?"

Vath Adventurer: "Please help us!"

Zwight Vincent: "You guys can do it!"

T'rahven Tia: "We're gonna bail you out of this, man.”

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I'll say it 'gain, Swordscale! Don' disappoint me!!"

Hali Naras grins to herself. This will be interesting.

Quinton Coursinge: grabs Vath by the shoulder and pulls him back.

Victarion Greystone: "You cannot fault the Vath for his choice."

Wu'rexa Norh turns to glare at Sharah.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Also what the hell were you thinking, shouting up like that. You're-"

Wu'rexa Norh bites her lip and snorts in anger.

Jereck Falarenth pate Vath Adventurer

Anhe Donia: "And /you/!"

Wu'rexa Norh: "Volunteering in your state!"

Ryuka Yumitori gave T a soft slug on the arm.

Iris Blanchimont: "If the Vath is executed, there will be a major conflict between the secular and religious authorities of Ishgard. No one is fool enough to invite such a thing. Say what you want of this Arbiter's failure to understand beast tribes, but he is a pragmatist."

Anhe Donia: "How could you even /think/ so?!"

Ryuka Yumitori: "For Ven.”

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator held his arms up as the two champions took their stances in front of the Knight Retainer. Why did it always come to this? He should be at Tea by now... "O Halone, render unto us Your judgment! Raise up the righteous, and cast down the wicked!"

A'sharah Rahz lifts her chin.

T'rahven Tia: "You ready, Ryuka?"

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>"

Shio Maeda reaches over and grips the tail of Soren's coat.

Lirilith Maellan: "Fight with honor." She says simply to the two. "And Halone may favor your blades." She draws her sword, and points the tip to the floor as she stares at the two.

Quinton Coursinge looks over his shoulder. "It is a noble thing, to declare oneself a champion.  It was the Vath's decision, ultimately."  Spoken to Rex but meant for all to hear.

T'rahven Tia doubled checked his katana was fastned, and drew his guantlets, which suddenly burst with aether.

Victarion Greystone: "Two against one? Seems hardly fair.”

Sasarna Sarna clenches and unclenches her hands restlessly.

Zana Akhabila: "It isn't.  This whole thing's a damn sham to prop up some-" She bit her tongue.

Iris Blanchimont: "I mean this in the kindest way possible, Lord Barrister, but your client stepped in his dung pretty badly.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Not to mention that I highly doubt that Loth ast Vath will have any desire to continue trading wine to Ishgard if the court system proves itself so incredibly daft."

Vath Adventurer: "They are very strong! We will win this!"

Wu'rexa Norh nods solemnly. "...I would rather it didn't come to this at all."

Iris Blanchimont: "It shouldn't have."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Thank you for the consideration. Hells, it would be a waste for me to come so far and -not- offer my blade for a fellow... - for a fellow spoken."

Victarion Greystone: "I'm sure many would rather that."

Quinton Coursinge: "We can all agree we wished for another outcome, my Lady, Ser."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Also you all might want to take a step back behind the flagstones to be safe..."

Wu'rexa Norh: "These get a bit animated..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "I should take pleasure that I will cross blades with you at your full strength- sadly, a friend's life in this."

Lirilith Maellan stares at the two with her sword pointed down, then abruptly lifts it and /lunges/, blade swinging out in a wide arc at BOTH of them.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Well, at the very least the Inquisitor seems to be making a fool of herself."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Hasn't the Inquisition disbanded, anyway?"

Obsidian Darksian: "so..." looking at vath, "how you got yourself to this mess anyway?"

Talman Chryses looks on nervously.

Estelle Scarlette tensely watched, gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

Ryuka Yumitori 's blade was out in a flash, clashing against the brilliant greatsword to divert the force of it.

T'rahven Tia kicked back out of the way, bringing a hand to his katana. Suddenly, the aether in his gauntlets seemed to spill out, filling his blade. Then T shot forward, a wave of aether coming forward.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I thought the Inquisition was disbanded when Lord Aymeric's rule began."

Iris Blanchimont shook her head. "They continue to operate as a civilian investigative authority. They have less power now, but they exist."

Ryuka Yumitori: "..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Then how do they have the authority to hold trials and pronounce sentences?"

A'sharah Rahz leans down to press a chaste kiss against Rheya's temple. "I think I'll be off, before Anhe or Rexa can berate me. Don't forget our meeting, hm?"

Anhe Donia: "Fiona's gonna pitch a fit..."

Ryuka Yumitori watched as T went for an eastern blade, rather than relying on his fists. "Allow me." She'd attempt to show the miqo'te how it was done, with a quick one two swipe, one upward, and then another, downward.

Anhe Donia’ s eye twitches.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Iris?"

Iris Blanchimont: "They remain our judicial authority," she answered, a bit distastefully. "But their freedom to act summarily has been curtailed. Essentially, we've promised a right to a trial to everyone."

Anhe Donia's Someone's Trying To Get Out of Trouble senses are tingling.

Victarion Greystone: "Rule of law is still present in Ishgard. and it takes time for institutions to change."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...And you didn't think to specify that the trial must be fair?"

Victarion Greystone: "Take hope that this is likely one of the last combat trials you'll see of this nature."

A'sharah Rahz thinks Anhe's senses might need some calibration.

Anhe Donia | Probably.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "This one was full of leading questions, assumptions, and advantage taken of that poor Vath's unfamiliarity with the language.”

Rheya Tayuun gives Sharah a quick kiss to both cheeks before nodding. "It'd take *two* herds of wild chocobos to keep me away. Be well, hon."

Iris Blanchimont: "It /was/, until the Vath decided he was going to have trial by combat."

Iris Blanchimont: "I would've had him walk free without... this."

A'sharah Rahz waves a gloved hand in farewell to Paradyme before pivoting on her heel to make a swift exit.

Zana Akhabila: "...if this is what passes for justice here, then..."

Vath Adventurer thought you were suppose to ask for the Trial by Combat!

Wu'rexa Norh: "Poor thing got nervous and blurted it out. It's as good as blurting out 'I'm guilty' in a southern hearing."

Grey Hound: "He was being declared guilty by a bias, bored lump. Of course he cried for trial by combat."

Hali Naras watches the fight with clear interest, her eyes mostly on T'rahven. An eyebrow quirks upward.

Rheya Tayuun: "With all due respect, Lady Blanchimont... This wasn't going to end any other way."

Anhe Donia lets out a sigh, turning- aaaand Sharah's gone.

N'aomi Kett: "It never ends different." Naomi frowns

Anhe Donia: ". . ."

Anhe Donia: "Hi, Rheya."

Shadow Shouvome stares at the battle, looking at T in that judging friend way of 'don't fuck this up'

Iris Blanchimont: "He had the law on his side. He had but wait a moment for me to be recognized to speak and all would have been dismissed."

N'aomi Kett: "They like to talk about how they're better than beastmen, how they try to dissuade fights with words."

Rheya Tayuun grumbles something grumpy-sounding under her breath, watching the fight before perking up with a smile at Anhe. "Hallo!"

N'aomi Kett: "But it always ends with them scrapping and kicking at each other like animals."

Tzee Vanu shuffled up, looking at the forum nervously.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Mm. 'Tis what happens when a bigot is allowed to remain in a position of authority."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Iris didn't get a chance to make her statement, which included such zingers as, 'the entire accusation is bogus'."

Lirilith Maellan looks to T'uuuuuh, and jerks to the side in a swift side step, the wide area of her blade lifted, gleaming, for the wave to clash against. The light flashes and dissipates. Though as she is blocking the aether wave, she quickly leans back from the first strike of Ryuka. The second, however, catches and finds an opening in her armor. She winces slightly, and jams the blade down as a brace, pushing against it as she jumps for extra momentum as her armored foot goes for a kick at Ryuka's head.

Zwight Vincent watches in almost admiration at how the fight looks.

Anhe Donia steps over to Rheya, running a gloved hand over her brow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "They didn't even do enough research to realize that the -Gnath- are the thralls of Ravana."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor ticked something off his ledger and smiled.

Victarion Greystone: "..W...well then."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I would wholeheartedly suggest that Inquisitor lose his job."

Tyburn Lowenhart eyes Tzee Vanu. "O-oh..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey that's my mo-"

Iris Blanchimont: "If you want to remove all bigots from authority, it shall take ample time. And perhaps the South should look to it's own Grand Companies before lecturing the North."

Victarion Greystone: "Are you...a friend of the Vath?"

Quinton Coursinge caught the Vanu over his shoulder, and nodded to him. "Lord Vanu."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It should."

Ottovachi Zotovachi nods in silent agreement with Naomi, his eyes still fixed on the battle.

Anhe Donia: "All.../this/-" A hand is swept out to the battle. "Aside...How are you? Is Rommie behaving?"

Tzee Vanu: "I...." he stammered, looking over at the Inquisitor.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Doesn't matter where it starts, in all honesty."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "This is just what's before mine eyes at the very moment."

Vath Adventurer clicked curiously.

Ryuka Yumitori saw stars as sudden winding kick was thrown towards her head, causing her to be thrown backwards into a dusty skid. Her blade scratched tile as she managed to keep upright.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I'd speak up the same were I in Thanalan, Vylbrand or the Shroud."

Obsidian Darksian: "so... How do you got yourself in this mess?"

Iris Blanchimont: "Rex... if I do something reckless, do you think Aymeric will cover for me?"

T'rahven Tia forewent his blade, seeing as it wasn't the most efficient for him once engaged close. He sheathed the blade, his left hand shooting forward. Suddenly, the gauntlets began to glow again, as a vacuum wave shot out from his fist.

Vath Adventurer: "We were selling newspapers, delicious newspapers!"

Deidra Rose winces visibly, tapping her elbows as she watches and refrains from moving.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Absolutely not, and if I have to pick you up by the back of your robes I will."

Obsidian Darksian: "may i have one?"

Zana Akhabila: "...dammit, the things I do for that woman…”

Jereck Falarenth tenses..

Talman Chryses eyes Deidra from across the room and shakes his head, with a grim expression on his face.

Vath Adventurer: "They took all of our newspapers. And our potshards. We also had some gysahl greens." He clicked sadly.

Iris Blanchimont: "He owes me for that coup I /warned him about/ and /fought to prevent/."

Wu'rexa Norh: "And for the dragon in the basement, that whole mess..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Ty, the greens?"

Shio Maeda grips with both arms now,  very clearly afraid.

Hali Naras takes a long breath and shakes her head. "(Come on, T,)" she murmurs.

Victarion Greystone: "I've been meaning to speak to you about that, ms Norh.."

Obsidian Darksian: "then they both need to win cause i want that newspaper."

R'tehz Tia watches the right between the three in silence.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged for the attack, her mask flying free. This time, she swiped her sword for the shoulder, unleashing a circular swing, intent to place herself at the knight's rear.

Vath Adventurer perked. "It is both informative and delicious!"

Tyburn Lowenhart shrugs. "I already gave all I had. I considered it his last meal. I also thought he would be fighting himself."

Victarion Greystone: "It's making more work for me than necessary."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve. . ."

Quinton Coursinge: "I believe my accountant had one for lunch the other day."

Wu'rexa Norh exhales loudly. "I swear to the -Fury- at my witness I'm getting my fucking name changed by deed poll married or no-"

Vath Adventurer: "We are happy the Vath Account found more complex work! We... we hope he does not share the same fate as we do." He looked down.

R'tehz Tia continues watching the fight with his arms crossed.

Rheya Tayuun: "Mostly? She's here in Ishgard. Doing some work for Iris that I have no idea what it is."

Wu'rexa Norh: "What was it, sorry?"

Tzee Vanu: "....brother..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...He very well may, if this farce is allowed to stand in the place of actual jurisprudence."

Estelle Scarlette seems fully on edge and is now gnawing at the nail of his thumb.

Victarion Greystone: "...Apologies."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Mine recommendation, one adventurer to another? I would warn your friends to be wary of Ishgard for a while."

Victarion Greystone: "Rex it is."

Anhe Donia nods. "I...spoke to her about her rushing up here. Members of the Pakshee follow on her coattails, and she has a /reputation/ at this point, she can't keep charging off at every whim..." Anhe does not seem angry, so much as upset- worried, even.

Sain Ironheart growls looking discontent and clear signs of worry on her face. (I can't watch more people I know die in front of me just like the Resistance....)

Wu'rexa Norh: "No, no, it's - it's alright, it'll be handled in due course- what was it you had to say, Ser?"

Vath Adventurer: "Ishgard is a good place. We have always considered them our neighbors. Our first friends were the Hunters of Tailfeather than the Knights of the Convictory. We love Ishgard." He clicked sadly.

Zana Akhabila: "I had to practically drag myself along with her.  She would have been up here by herself."

Shadow Shouvome stares sternly. Red glow emiting from his eye holes of the mask dimly.

Quinton Coursinge: "Please do not judge this city too harshly on this matter, Master Adventurer.  I assure you, she can be quite cozy."

Zwight Vincent glances at Shadow

Ming Mei closes her eyes to start clearing her mind..

Iris Blanchimont smiled weakly and slid over to the Vath.

Shio Maeda is just getting photos for TCC!

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor inclined his head towards the crowd, sensing a strange aether flowing from one of the Miqo'te.

Shadow Shouvome whispers something to zwight.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...As do I. I -work- here. You'd think that the first nation to properly embrace Magitek would think nothing more of embracing Hydaelyn's diverse peoples as well."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Sadly that does not appear to be the case."

Lirilith Maellan jerks swiftly back, twisting the flat of the blade to face T'rahven. A resounding metallic clash echoes as his fist bounces her back a bit with the force of his strike. She shifts a foot back, eyes darting to Ryuki, and bends that knee and leans back to put herself just under the swipe of the blade. A few blond hairs free. She jerks back up, the leg slid back now going forward, then the other following and coming about as she step and spins to face them. She makes a war cry as she lifts her sword, the blade gleaming, then swings to send an arc of aetheric energy at the two, careful to aim it AWAY from the spectators.

Victarion Greystone: "Regarding the dragon."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Oh?"

N'aomi Kett looks over to Shadow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "You're aware of that case?"

Sasarna Sarna steps over, placing a hand on shadow.

N'aomi Kett leans over and whispers something to him.

Victarion Greystone: "...It makes quite a mess."

Hali Naras slowly turns and stares at Shadow with a frown.

Obsidian Darksian: "well i hope you get out of this mess and appreciate this place like i do."

Shadow Shouvome: "..................................................."

Victarion Greystone: ".....And also it's very difficult for me to be around it."

Victarion Greystone: "I hope I don't have to be."

Rheya Tayuun: "Honestly, she wouldn't have that reputation if she DIDN'T go off charging on whims. I've given up on trying to stop her, and to be fair she only showed up after I had my armor on."

Quinton Coursinge looks at all the people coming up towards the Vath, and clears his throat politely. "Please, allow my client some space as necessary."

Sasarna Sarna whispers to Shadow.

N'aomi Kett pats his shoulder.

Iris Blanchimont: "Hey..." she slipped into a series of soft clicking sounds that the Vath would understand. She promised him that she was a friend, and that she would protect the Vath.

Anhe Donia: "I /know/, but..."

Wu'rexa Norh: "In the filing, I imagine so- it was a rather unsettling night. Iris and I were called to deal with something suspicious in the catacombs one night, and we came across a group of heretics with a -dragon- in tow."

Shadow Shouvome snickers and snorts, before lifting his mask just enough to cover mouth trying to not keep from dying of laughter.

Grey Hound eeeedges closer too.

Vath Adventurer clicked, tapping his claws together nervously. "...she is strong. Very strong. We do not want our friends to get hurt because of us.”

Anhe Donia: "But /still/. I just told her to tell me before she does it, since she'll do it anyway, so things can be prepared for..."

Shadow Shouvome coughs loudly.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It wasn't because of you."

Jereck Falarenth glares at Quinton Coursinge. "If you had our friends back, you would be as close as we are!  This should not be happening!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..'Twas because of him."

Rheya Tayuun: "There is no "but". There is only Rommie, and I'll try to remember that myself."

Mareth Ravenlocke points at the Inquisitor.

Zwight Vincent whispers back to Shadow slightly confused.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Could we all -step back- from the combat, please! Behind the checker-board tiles!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks anxious.

T'rahven Tia attempted to do something flashy, his hand flashing mudra. Unfortunately, he didn't get it off in time, and the aether wave knocked him back. Fortunately, his chakra barrier remained up. "RIGHT! NEW TRICKS AREN'T WORKING...." With that, he built up two balls of chakra, and hurled them as downward curve balls that would hit the floor and no spectators should they miss.

Talman Chryses continues to write.

Wu'rexa Norh: "For the sake of your limbs and also you're -right- in the splash zone!"

Estelle Scarlette: "Come on T'rahven!!!"

Victarion Greystone: ".....Maybe it was someone else's pet I saw."

Hali Naras: "There you go..."

Sasarna Sarna steps to the back of the ground, turning her eyes back to the fight.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Come on, T!"

N'aomi Kett: "Come on T'uuuh!"

Quinton Coursinge: "I will ask again to back from the defendant. He is not a free man.. yet..."

Iris Blanchimont: "Hey..." she slipped into a series of soft clicking sounds that the Vath would understand. She promised him that she was a friend, and that she would protect the Vath.

R'tehz Tia just does not move whial the wind from  aether blows at me

Jereck Falarenth looks at Quinton Coursinge "He will be.. my life on it."

Iris Blanchimont Vath as a people, plural Vath.

Vath Adventurer tapped his claws together and nodded.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged as T went for showmanship and balls of concentrated aether. This time however, she'd attempt to take a page from the Dragoon book of combat, vaulting over the wave of energy that was sent scattering her way, then diving with a plunging sword strike!

Rheya Tayuun wraps an arm around Anhe's waist and murmurs something soft to her.

Mareth Ravenlocke sighs and shakes her head. "...He shouldn't have even been -brought- here before the court."

Quinton Coursinge sighs.

Sain Ironheart kneeled down behind Iris and behind the Vath Adventurer. "Remember at the Distrubution V.... You swore to me that we would both be strong together." She had said just above a whisper.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Sorry, it's just- you know, wildly swinging swords. I know what you were trying to do."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..'Tis as I said, if the completely and obviously innocent need only say 'I demand a trial by combat' and receive one... why have none drawn steel upon me yet?"

Anhe Donia wraps her arm about Rheya as well, placing her head to the miqo'te's shoulder.

Zwight Vincent nods at Shadow, keeping his bag close to himself.

Iris Blanchimont: "Say it loudly enough and they may."

Obsidian Darksian: "i'm wearing armor for fury's sake."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Honestly? I'd not particularly mind that right about now."

Iris Blanchimont: "I would. One major diplomatic crisis at a time, please."

Zana Akhabila: "...someone hold my hand or I'm going to do something stupid..." she whispered.

Anhe Donia: "Mareth, /please/ don't..."

Victarion Greystone turns to watch the fight quietly, then.

Anhe Donia holds her free hand out in Zana's direction.

Grey Hound looks back towards the entryway for a moment.

Rheya Tayuun reaches out and grabs Zana's hand, tugging her towards herself and Anhe.

Zana Akhabila reaches out and takes Anhe's hand.  She nearly crushes it as Rheya takes her other.

Anhe Donia raises her head from Rheya's shoulder, looking in Zana's direction- wincing, if slightly, from the pressure. "/Please/ listen to reason, Zana."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Nh.."

Lirilith Maellan | Venessiel looks up as Ryuki comes down. and hefts her large sword to block the blow. Which left her briefly open while dealing with the full weight and momentum of Ryuka's strike. Proving she is a chase member of the clergy, she does not well handle the man's balls, staggering back with the impact. She gives herself a shake, hint of red not starting to stain the pure white of her armor. She steps to put Ryuka between her and T'uuuh to force his hesitation to any more free balling. Her blade comes up as she side steps, striking toward Ryuka's middle in a cleave. The flat of the blade. She was not going to cut the woman in half and get that much blood in this holy place.

Zana Akhabila: "I am.  That's why I didn't just rush out there..."

Zana Akhabila: "...but this is for insurance because I trust you to stop me."

Vath Adventurer clicked, searching the crowd. He nodded to Sain, remembering what they promised.

Anhe Donia: "Impulsive action doesn't get anyone anywhere. Just look at all this..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn wraps an arm around Shio, pulling her in tightly as he watches intently.

Talman Chryses winces. "Oh no..."

Rosik Ren: "Shite, c'mon..."

Vath Adventurer: "Sword Fleshling!"

Iris Blanchimont: "If there is a schism between the religious and civil authorities spurred by this trial, both Inquisitors and Temple Knights alike will face a very trying test of loyalties..."

Vath Adventurer: "She will not hurt them, will she?" He panicked.

Ming Mei caught herself peaking, instead of meditating. She wasn't liking what she saw, either.

Hali Naras raises her eyebrows, peering down at Ryuka over her glasses. She clicks her tongue.

Quinton Coursinge put his hand to his head again.  "Not if they declare her the winner...."

R'tehz Tia walks by Deidra and asks "Are you alright?"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "She will. She's enough of a bigot to go along with this shitshow."

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . . ."

Victarion Greystone: "Hmm...It appears I got all dressed up for nothing."

Ryuka Yumitori was left open by her descending tactic, and was promptly thrown into a skid across the checkered floor of the Tribunal. A pained yelp was heard, but as she clutched her side, she slammed a fist down, and shakedly propped herself back up. She wasn't done here. Not yet.

Obsidian Darksian: "well then..."

Zwight Vincent hands dig in his bag.

Quinton Coursinge: "Its been at least a moon since I've seen someone killed in one of these things.."

Iris Blanchimont: "Let us hope so, anyroad, Vic."

Deidra Rose starts to take a step toward Ryuka, but stops herself and folds in on herself with tension. She nods in response to R'tehz silently.

Rheya Tayuun: "This is a mess and no mistake, but we're not at "desperate times just yet".

T'rahven Tia grimaced as he saw Ryuka get knocked back. His grin was now gone. It was time to get serious. 5 red aether nodes appeared across his body; chakra points. Rushing in, T leaped into a sudden chakra infused axe kick.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn clenches his hand tightly. "Get yer shite t'gether Swordscale! Show 'em why they call ye tha'!"

Vath Adventurer could tell T'UHHHH was getting serious!

Talman Chryses nods and makes a mark in his book.

Hali Naras chuckles, smirking. She nods at T in approval.

Vath Adventurer: "He is the Champion of the Levinfist! And the Sword Fleshling has a sword!"

Iris Blanchimont: "If all other roads lead to naught, may need call upon you both and what Temple Knights will harken to Parliament's call."

Iris Blanchimont: "Suffice to say, that is when I would need the Lord Speaker to cover my tail."

Zwight Vincent stops moving his hand around in the bag and keeps it in place while he continues to watch the rest of the fight.

Wu'rexa Norh: "You know I'll be at your side."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...And you know I'd be at -your- side, Rex, in as much time as it took me to run back to the Manufactory for a firearm."

Rheya Tayuun fingers her right earclip with a wry little grin.

Anhe Donia: ". . .And if you need me, Rex. Iris. You have my support."

Anhe Donia: "For whatever it is I can do."

Ryuka Yumitori furrowed her brow. She didn't look 100%. The antonym of 100% would probably be her very picture. But she turned her sword, planting it firm in her sheath, and darted towards the knight, with an intent to unfurl it in a show of The Fury's... Fury.

Anhe Donia mutters something about 'not being the first time' and 'life threatening danger'

Wu'rexa Norh smiles wearily at Mareth- then to Anhe with the same. "I know. You're tear to me, the lot of you, and fierce in your disciplines besides."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Scratch that, I'm certain Stephanivien would send a runner with one for me. The watch isn't the only Ishgardian organization who trades with Loth ast Vath."

Anhe Donia smiles, if weakly.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Wait, you mean -tonight-? I..."

Vath Adventurer: "This is all the Vath Aegir's fault."

Shadow Shouvome: "it is."

Vath Adventurer: "It's always the Vath Aegir's fault."

Grey Hound: "Maybe time to find some new friends, hm?"

Iris Blanchimont: "Rex and Vic are sworn servants of the Office of Foreign Affairs. They're government officials. Hopefully that affords them protection when following orders of their department minister. If I had to involve outsiders, I will, but I pray that any of the other many, many outcomes prevent this... as the stage is already too set for high tensions."

Quinton Coursinge: "I am not saying this /isn't/ the Vath Aegir's fault."

Victarion Greystone just stands there silently and potentially awkwardly.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I mean I know it's a slow watersday, but..."

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel has a moment for her eyes to widen and attempts to brace before the monk's foot impacts. The knight goes flying back, slamming firmly into the podium and shaking it. And the Inquisitor behind it. She staggers a step, spitting a bit of blood, as she stares at the two. Her blade is lifted once more, a brilliant light reflecting along the blade once more as she gathers up for an aetheric attempt, then swings it harshly in an arc, sending another arc of aetheric energy at the two of them once more.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...In fact, I'll... send for that runner now."

Anhe Donia: "Understandable so, Lady Blanchimont..."

Obsidian Darksian walks up to Cecily, "so Cecily... What make you come here?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Right, erm. Yes. Uh. I mean of course I'm prepared for that."

Mareth Ravenlocke lifts a hand to her linkpearl, murmuring a few things into it…

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor jerked back a bit as the Knight came close to his podium. "My word..." he muttered, flipping through his notes.

Wu'rexa Norh swallows thickly. "I thought you meant a general coup. I mean."

Ottovachi Zotovachi is looking tenser and tenser by the moment.

Cecily Jisi: "Hm? Oh, I'm part of Crystal Chronicle security."

Sasarna Sarna reaches a hand around to her back, gripping something invisible. With a brief red flash, and aetheric sword forms in her sheathed.

Shio Maeda tightens her grip. "Kami be good..."

Jereck Falarenth looks at Aegir Hlerson looking for blood.

Zwight Vincent pulls out a small metallic spherical object.

Obsidian Darksian: "huh, that explain you're with

Grey Hound nods to Otto.

Cecily Jisi: "Yup.”

Obsidian Darksian: R'tehz before."

T'rahven Tia was thrown back AGAIN. The chakra barrier was doing work, but he was clearly looking bruised. T shot up a sudden look, now utterly furious. Two more chakra points, now blue, appeared on his head. T flashed mudra once more, before splaying his fingers. A beam of fire infused chakra burst forward, aimed at Lirilith.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged forward, and then suddenly- she shifted her direction. Her sword ran across the surge of energy as it was on-comming, blade cutting right into it. Brilliant sparks of aether scattered as the blade wraped itself in the energy. Moment of truth....

Ryuka Yumitori 's blade carried that residual blessed energy with it, would seem!~

Ming Mei quickly returns to her meditation, still... uncertain. Preparing for anything, at this point.

Talman Chryses: By the gods this is close....

Shio Maeda: "Please..."

Talman Chryses ceases making notes and just watches.

Estelle Scarlette clasps his hands together and burried his face against them. "Please... please..."

Mareth Ravenlocke lifts a hand to her linkpearl once more, and steps outside...

Zwight Vincent: Zwight whispers to himself as he touches his ear.

Vath Adventurer covered his face. He did not want to see either of them get hurt.

Grey Hound mutters into a linkshell.

Jereck Falarenth glances at Talman and nods.

T'rahven Tia was panting as his aether raged. If looks could kill, Lirilith would already be dead.

Estelle Scarlette: "T'rahven! You can do it! Come on I believe in you!!!" Estelle cried out.

Jereck Falarenth nods.

N'aomi Kett: "Come on T!"

Hali Naras: "Hey, T! /Cool her off/!" Hali starts laughing.

Shadow Shouvome: "Don't fuck this up T! You got this!"

Estelle Scarlette: "I know you can do it!!"

Lirilith Maellan | Venessiel twists her blade up two slow, and opted instead to attempt to duck to the side. Too slow. Ryuka's blade opens a gash along her side, aetheric energy splitting the armor. She grunts in pain, then retorts with an adrenaline fueled counter strike, hefting the blade back baseball bat style at Ryuki to, if successful, bash her against the podium she just slammed against. Shake the damn Inquisitor she always bleeds for a bit more.

Jereck Falarenth cheers Ryuka Yumitori.

R'tehz Tia gives a deep sigh

Jereck Falarenth cheers ,T.!

Ryuka Yumitori 's sword snapped back around just in time to clang loudly for all at the Tribunal to hear. She was holding Lirilith in place! "T!"

Ryuka Yumitori by Lirilith, Ryuka totally meant Venessiel.

Zwight Vincent: Zwight watches both excitedly and with a serious face.

T'rahven Tia shot forward. He ws not letting his friend down, NOT TODAY. With a sudden battle cry, T rushed forward, aiming for her head. Suddenly, his hand dropped.......to reveal his OTHER HAND was right at Venessiel's gut. A burst of aether, and T's hand shot into a fist. One ilm punch to the gut.

Sasarna Sarna sends her Fenir pup away, likely going to play in the snow.

Hali Naras takes a long breath and sighs, shrugging with a soft chuckle.

Victarion Greystone sighs somewhat, and withdraws a notepad and small quill from his tunic hiding under his breastplate. He starts to write something...Maybe an idea for dinner.

Aegir Hlerson: "Finish this, Ser Venessiel. Let us be done with this trash."

Wu'rexa Norh 's teeth grind.

Zana Akhabila: "...trash..."

Cecily Jisi: "FUCK HIM UP!!!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Fuck you!"

Ryuka Yumitori would loosen her bladelock as soon as T went for it, shifting from being at Venessiel's flan to being at her back. Her sword snapped up...

Grey Hound: "Calm, Shadow. Wait."

Shadow Shouvome: "Tsk..."

Estelle Scarlette: "T'rahven!!! Don't give up!!"

Lirilith Maellan really hates the Inquisitor...

Wu'rexa Norh: "Come on, come on..."

Talman Chryses gasps. "Yes!"

Ryuka Yumitori II ...And halted at the knight's neck.

Jereck Falarenth cheers!

Ryuka Yumitori: "Yield. Ven goes free."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Yell it so that the Fury herself may hear."

Zwight Vincent: Zwight grins.

Quinton Coursinge smirks.

N'aomi Kett: "Oh thank gods."

Wu'rexa Norh exhales slowly, her face pale.

Grey Hound glances back to Otto as he returns.

Hali Naras sniffs a soft laugh, "And th-there it is."

Ottovachi Zotovachi returns at a jog, and has the Outrider chocobos waiting outside for perfectly innocent reasons. "It's okay??"

Paradyme Capellago: "... Oh thank gods."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn finally lets out his held breath. "Sevenhells..."

T'rahven Tia saw Ryuka's blade at the knight's neck, and calmed himself. His blue aether nodes dissipated.

Zwight Vincent sighs with relief.

Shio Maeda can't help but squeal, jumping up and down with excitement before hugging Soren tightly. "They did it!! They won!"

Grey Hound: "It should be okay."

Jereck Falarenth cheers Vath Adventurer.

Rosik Ren mutters to herself, "Showyetrashyableedin'.." She starts on a string of curses, until finally glancing up as the sounds of battles stop, "...did we win?"

Qaraoyunn Dotharl lets out a breath.

Zana Akhabila pulls her hands free... and cheers.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sweet twelve."

Sasarna Sarna reaches for her back, and with a brief tap, the sword on her back dissapates harmlessly.

Ottovachi Zotovachi cheers as well.

Anhe Donia lets out a long breath she didn't know she was holding.

Shadow Shouvome takes a LONG sigh of relief. "Bloody hells...that.....that was close...."

Sasarna Sarna smiles.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Thank the Twelve..."

Estelle Scarlette completely collapsed and even fell to the floor and jsut sat there in relief. "Twelve preserve!"

Obsidian Darksian: "now for that newspaper..."

N'aomi Kett: "Heh, Estellle is your heart ready for a monster hunt tomorrow."

Quinton Coursinge pats Vath on his shoulder. "Luck, Master Vath. She is on your side."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...This shouldn't've even needed to happen at all. What a farce."

Jereck Falarenth whispers to himself "Thank the Twelve."

Estelle Scarlette: "No... no it's not."

Shadow Shouvome: "Wait, you're bringing him along?"

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel took the opportunity of Ryuku releasing the hold to jerk back from T'uuh's fist, because oh fuck, oh fuck no, but in the closed space, she had no where to maneuver around the two, especially with her large blade. She freezes as Ryuka's blade comes to her throat... and smiles. "Halone favors you, it seems."

Lirilith Maellan: "I yield!"

Estelle Scarlette flicked an ear, letting that comment slide.

Iris Blanchimont: "Not my most pleased outcome, but a positive one nonetheless. Even so, my work is incomplete."

Vath Adventurer: "She yields! She yields!" He began to hop up and down.

Deidra Rose lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Grief. . ."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Say it. The Vath Adventurer walks free."

Anhe Donia: "Incomplete...?"

Aegir Hlerson: "Tsk."

T'rahven Tia: || T turned, his arms extended outward. "If it pleases the court, I'd like to take my Vath friend, and bug on out of here!"

Ming Mei finally relaxes upon hearing ''I yield''. At the very least, a fine meditation exercise.

Sain Ironheart lets out a sigh of relief.

Estelle Scarlette facepalms.

Wu'rexa Norh groans.

N'aomi Kett: "AAAAYYY"

N'aomi Kett: "GREAT PUN T"

Anhe Donia slaps her hand to her face.

Grey Hound: "...He is definitely an Outrider."

Hali Naras groans and rubs her forehead, laughing. "Dammit."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Could we have a -bit- of solemnity for the sake of a life near taken here..."

Ming Mei doesn't get the pun.

Shadow Shouvome: "I'LL LET THAT ONE GO!"

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor snapped his book shut with a prissy tsk. "The Fury has spoken! Beastman of Dravania - you are hereby acquitted of all charges. Blessed are we who receive of Her wisdom and see justice wrought by Her divine hand! Petitioners, accused─go forth in peace!"

Quinton Coursinge: motions the Vath closer to his friend. "Master T'uuuhhhhhhhhh?  By all means."

Talman Chryses wipes his brow on his sleeve. "Gods!"

Vath Adventurer: "We win! We win! We win!"

Obsidian Darksian: "don't forget to give me that newspaper!"

Iris Blanchimont: "My lord Inquisitor."

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks up at Naomi with a grin.

Estelle Scarlette stands at teh edge, eager.

T'rahven Tia holds out a hand for Ryuka to high five.

N'aomi Kett grins to Otto.

Jereck Falarenth sighs his relief "Run friend, run."

Talman Chryses watches Iris Blanchimont closely.

Victarion Greystone: "Justice served."

Rheya Tayuun hugs Anhe tight for just a moment before letting her go as she walks to Iris.

Quinton Coursinge motions T'rahven and Ryuka over. Quickly.

Tyburn Lowenhart is hoping to exit this building soon. Needs to smoke badly.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath turned to his lawyer. "Thank you!" He turned to the others. "Thank you!"

Ryuka Yumitori reaches her hand up, looking on at the crowd as her hand met T's.

Shadow Shouvome takes off his mask for a moment to wipe his face. "Good gods, that was.....something."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn leans down and scoops of Shio happily! "'E's goin' t'survive!"

Otho Valens: "What a pleasant turn of events." He clapped slowly.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Let's get out of this place as soon as possible, yes?"

Quinton Coursinge: "Of course, Master Vath."

Hali Naras yawns, stretching. She looks bored.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Speak, Lady Blanchimont." He declared as a pair of conjurers ran out to tend to the Knight.

N'aomi Kett: "Yes."

Anhe Donia smiles bright back at Rheya. A smile that said 'More hugs later.'

Lirilith Maellan lowers her blade to the floor, and uses it to lean against as she stares out a moment. Was that a smirk? Possibly, but it fades quickly.

N'aomi Kett: "Drinks at the Outriders!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks thoroughly done with Ishgard for another twelve moons.

Grey Hound: "Right, let's go..."

Quinton Coursinge looks T'rayven dead in the eyes. "Get him out of here. Quickly."

Talman Chryses eyes Deidra and nods towards Iris.

Hali Naras takes a few steps back and then makes herself scarce.

N'aomi Kett: "Come on Ven!"

T'rahven Tia: "Any time, my VAth friend. Any time."

Zwight Vincent: "I bet this would have been over much quicker if you were out there Shades."

Vath Adventurer: "We can go?"

Estelle Scarlette ran over and clung to T. "You did it! You did it! You saved him!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I simply wonder why people needed to beat each other senseless for the plainly obvious to be declared."

Ottovachi Zotovachi calls over. "Congratulations, Adventurer!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Time to bail from this hell hole. Ven, zwight, let's head home. Somewhat..."

R'tehz Tia looks down and smiles

Quinton Coursinge: "Yes, Master Vath.  Quickly now."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey. Uh."

Grey Hound: "T! Chocobos are waiting! Grab the bug and let's go..."

N'aomi Kett comes up and gives Adventurer a hug.

Wu'rexa Norh slowly replaces the straps over the crossguard of her blade, peace-binding it accordingly.

Anhe Donia: "It's done and over with- who cares, right now."

Shio Maeda nods, grinning at him.

Ryuka Yumitori: "You got duties and all so I'll be breif."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Thanks again."

Obsidian Darksian: "but my newspaper.."

Quinton Coursinge: "People seem quick to throw the heresy card these days."

Iris Blanchimont: "Pray heed this advice from your friends in the Vault." She looked at him sternly. "May this be heard as the Fury Herself reminding you to not break the promises of this Holy City again, and to respect the amnesty for past acts of heresy we have granted."

T'rahven Tia grinned at Estelle.  "Get your stuff. It might be time to go."

Deidra Rose glances over at Talman, catches his look, and then turns her attention back to Iris.

Anhe Donia 's eyes widen a bit.

Lirilith Maellan: "Well fought." That is all she says before the Inquisitor.

Zana Akhabila: "...whew."

Rosik Ren: "Oh, don' ya know, Mareth? If ye beat some'un, it means 'at, in the eyes of the gods, yer in the right. E'en if 's painfully obvious yer wrong."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I suppose you're right, Anhe."

Vath Adventurer: "Yes! Quickly! Quickly! We shall have gysahl tea. And pizza!"

Iris Blanchimont: "And to make sure you arrest /the right suspect/."

Ottovachi Zotovachi laughs.

Estelle Scarlette: "What stuff? You literally brough me here on surprise!"

N'aomi Kett: "Your welcome as well, Sir." Naomi looks up at the lawyer.

Estelle Scarlette: "But yes... pelase, lets get out of here!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Oh?"

N'aomi Kett: "I appreciate you looking after our company member like that."

Ryuka Yumitori: "...Sorry, boss. But I had to."

Aegir Hlerson: "The Tribunal and myself are humbled by your generous reminder, Lady Blanchimont. We only work in the interest of the Holy See and the justice of the Fury." He was going to find that OTHER beastman.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Thank you for /trying/ to defend our comrade."

Quinton Coursinge: "But of course.  His kind does good work."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "He did sort of uh..."

Ming Mei whispers something to Shadow....

Talman Chryses mutters, "This means war..."

Quinton Coursinge staaaaares at Otto.

Iris Blanchimont: "With that, the Parliament yields the balance of our time, and thanks the Tribunal for it's service."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Apparently, Rosik."

N'aomi Kett: "I can pick up some Ishgardian wine while we're up here. Though we have..." Naomi looks back to Estelle and T, "Do we still have Sharlayan wine?"

Mareth Ravenlocke just... shrugs.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "I mean calling for trial by combat was not a wise move."

Obsidian Darksian: "now... About that newspaper..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Oi, y'won an' fulfilled yer duties t'yer friend. Ain't got nothin' but respect, Swordscale."

Vath Adventurer: "We win!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "You tried."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Well said, my lady!"

Rosik Ren: "Shite turned out well 'nough, at least."

Estelle Scarlette thought for a moment. "I'll get some on the way back." He looked to T. "I'll meet you at the house."

Quinton Coursinge: "I.. am personally a fan of vath wine."

Quinton Coursinge winks.

Anhe Donia: "Yes- yes, well said."

Zana Akhabila: "Well said, my lady."

Shadow Shouvome: "Wait. really?!"

N'aomi Kett: "...Do you know how it's made..."

T'rahven Tia: "Sounds good."

Iris Blanchimont: "Now, my part's done."

Estelle Scarlette: "Oh, and T'rahven."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Gonna go... uh. See to him right fast."

Quinton Coursinge: "Sometimes, you just do not ask."

N'aomi Kett: "...Wise."

Vath Adventurer: "We shall get you a newspaper, from the Tall Fleshling!" ((http://news.thecrystalchronicle.com/))

N'aomi Kett: "Very....Very wise."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Ven!"

T'rahven Tia: "Yeah?"

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you, Sword Fleshling! You won again!"

N'aomi Kett: "I can see if we have that as well."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Well done, T."

Talman Chryses remembers his notes and gets back to writing.

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives his friend a thumbs up.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sweet sodding. . ."

Jereck Falarenth: "Glad you are safe my friend."

Ryuka Yumitori: "One time too many, by the account of some, but that you are safe, this is a relief in itself."

Estelle Scarlette put his hands on T's shoulders and got on his toes, kissing his cheek very feintly! "I'm so proud of you, see you back at the house!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...'Twas a victory, even if a certain Inquisitor made a debacle of it."

N'aomi Kett: "We're located in the Mist, Ward one in the 60th plot if you're interested."

Shio Maeda: "Put me down. I need to go give him his things."

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you! All of our hearts are pounding!"

Swyreyn Keltiyrn shakes his head. "Nay. Too 'appy. I'll carry ye there THEN set ye down."

T'rahven Tia froze at that, blushing like a madman. There were no words.

Jereck Falarenth looks to Ryuka Yumitori "Well fought my friend."

Paradyme Capellago: "Right. Let's get out of here!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Right. Home?"

Quinton Coursinge looks over to Tyburn for a moment, then back to N'aomi.  "I believe I have someone to attend to first, then I shall see.  I thank you for the invite."

Ryuka Yumitori: "It was for Ven."

Estelle Scarlette giggled adn ran off. "I"ll come back with Shalrayan and Vath wines!"

Swyreyn Keltiyrn sets Shio down from his arms. "Delivery fer ye, bug."

Talman Chryses mutters to himself. "Front page news, mark my words..."

Anhe Donia turns around- and clasps Rheya in a HUGE, crushing hug.

Lirilith Maellan bleeds.

Iris Blanchimont: "Everyone walks away, and the day is saved again."

N'aomi Kett: "Yes!"

Rosik Ren blinks and looks about, "...did the bug already run off or am I blind...?"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "home!"

T'rahven Tia: "YES! HOME!"

Jereck Falarenth slaps Vath Adventurer on the back "See you soon friend."

Tyburn Lowenhart pulls a silver case from his coat and nods. "I need some not fresh air."

Rheya Tayuun ooofs, but hugs back as good as she gets!

Victarion Greystone: "Wonderfully done ms. Blanchimont."

N'aomi Kett: "No problem." Naomi gives a thumbs up.

Wu'rexa Norh claps her hand on Iris' shoulder gingerly.

Shadow Shouvome: "Come on. Let's return back. I'm sick of this cold place."

Quinton Coursinge: "Well, darling... It could have been worse?"

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you!"

Sasarna Sarna quietly follows.

Shio Maeda pulls the bag from her shoulder, holding it out to him. "I placed all of the things they forced you to drop in this bag. Please, take it. Your crystals and greens were especially kept safely, Mister Vath."

Obsidian Darksian: "well i'm off till the newspaper is release."

Anhe Donia: "GUH."

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives the Vath a thumbs up. "We're going home. Well done on not getting executed."

Wu'rexa Norh: "You did a smashing job, Iris."

Shadow Shouvome puts his mask back on.

T'rahven Tia: "See you back at the house, my Vath friend."

Zwight Vincent: "If this happens again, you're bringing snacks this time Shades"

N'aomi Kett: "Ryuka."

N'aomi Kett: "I owe you, so many drinks."

Iris Blanchimont: "Not exactly to plan, but we managed."

Vath Adventurer held out his claws. "Our potshards! Our gysahl greens! So tasty! So shiny!"

Shadow Shouvome: "No. Only blood and death."

Anhe Donia pulls back, pressing a kiss to Rheya's lips, before turning about again.

Zana Akhabila: "Whew.  That... was too close."

Anhe Donia: "Yeah..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "A shame that I do not drink that is. Give them to others in my honor."

Zwight Vincent: "That's not very tasty..."

Shadow Shouvome: "It is for me."

Shio Maeda smiles, handing it off to him.

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Drink in the Knight, everyone?"

Vath Adventurer: "They taste like freedom!"

Cecily Jisi: "Congrats on your win, Vath."

Zwight Vincent: "And you call me weird.."

N'aomi Kett: "We have some great plum tea."

Shadow Shouvome: "And stop calling me shades!"

Victarion Greystone: "Any plans to celebrate?"

Tyburn Lowenhart: "True. He didn't get the hint for no trial by combat buuuuuut, what can you do. If it happens again You think I can bring a chocobo cart filled with greens in here to shut them up?"

Anhe Donia: "/Please/, Rex."

Shadow Shouvome: "Because you are."

Zwight Vincent: "Why? it's what i always call ya."

Talman Chryses looks at Deidra with relief. "Are you alright?"

Iris Blanchimont looked up at Rex. "You run on ahead. I must needs head to Aymeric's office and inform him of the result."

Shio Maeda: potshards, not crystals* IT'S BEEN SOME DAYS ))

Ryuka Yumitori: "Plumb Tea is acceptable."

Cecily Jisi: "LET'S GET DRUNK!!"

N'aomi Kett: "And like I said, you, and really anyone who's not the inquisition, is welcome to the Outriders home."

Ming Mei: "The best plum tea, as I will fund it!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi is not familiar with Ryuka, and so merely nods his appreciation to her with a smile.

Vath Adventurer: "Let us drink the Outriders moonshine!"

Paradyme Capellago: "Yes, gods give me alcohol."

N'aomi Kett: "You like my gin!"

Deidra Rose shakes her head and responds softly, "Can we not do this again anytime soon?"

Zana Akhabila: "Drinks.  Drinks are good."

Wu'rexa Norh nods briskly, and holds her gauntleted hand out to Iris.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I fer one jus' want t'get 'ome, 'ave a drink, an' relax."

Rosik Ren: "Oi, if yer buyin', I'm bummin' a rum off of ya."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Count me in, Rex."

Zwight Vincent ears perk at the sound of drinks. "Ohh!"

Quinton Coursinge smiles fondly at Tyburn. "It could be a star.   Home?"

Cecily Jisi: "Since we're in Ishgard, I'm gonna get a Peppermint Patty."

Jereck Falarenth winks at Vath Adventurer.

N'aomi Kett: "Like I said, Outriders is open for everyone! Mist In the first ward and the 60th plot!"

Tzee Vanu: "Are you all right, Ser Venessiel?"

Paradyme Capellago: "... Why is the Vanu..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Or drinks?"

Iris Blanchimont took it and kissed the back of the gauntlet. HA! "Fear not, there's plenty of merit to be won in the East."

T'rahven Tia: "BE THERE! OR BE SQUARE!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Tzee Vanu, leave this forum at once!"

N'aomi Kett: "Too late for you T."

Victarion Greystone: "I wouldn't mind some drinks."

Tzee Vanu: "But Brother, I-"

Sain Ironheart smiles extending her hand out to the Vath adventurer. "I am glad your you V."

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh look! THEY HAVE A VANU FRIEND."

Talman Chryses glares at nothing in particular. "If Ishgard gets their act together. I plan to help with that."

Aegir Hlerson jabbed a finger at the door, "GO!"

Quinton Coursinge stops everything.

Anhe Donia blinks at Iris.

Lirilith Maellan: "..." She will never be used to this Vanu. "I will be well. I will be attended to ere long."

Vath Adventurer: "Let us go!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Brother!?"

N'aomi Kett: "Yeah!"

Tyburn Lowenhart: "Yes please." He almost looks pleading. "You're amazing darling. Have I told you how amazingly amazing you are? Cause you are." He pulls a cigarette from his case and puts it between his lips and hands one to Quinton.

Deidra Rose snaps her attention to the Vanu.

Rosik Ren shrugs and makes her way out.

Aegir Hlerson: "Prepare the next trial!"

Quinton Coursinge absolutely heard that.

Wu'rexa Norh beams at the kiss, and graciously is out-paced to the gesture- but she still bows, raising Iris' hand to her brow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I look forward to showing my worth, my Lady, as always."

Zana Akhabila: "...let's get the blazes out of here."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "D'aww."

Shio Maeda: "Miss Ryuka!"

Tzee Vanu: "Y-yes, of course." He hung his head.

Lirilith Maellan moves, still bleeding,  back to her position.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "You two remind me of mineself and Fiona."

Quinton Coursinge: "Lord Vanu, did my ears betray me?"

Tzee Vanu: "Mr Coursinge! I'm sorry to step in front of this forum. I should be going now."

Lirilith Maellan is letting the Inquisitor handle this one.

Anhe Donia: "RIGHT. WELL."

Aegir Hlerson: "You heard nothing, Mr Coursinge, just the rambling of another beastman that has no leave to be here."

Talman Chryses narrows his eyes and opens his ears.

Anhe Donia: "If no one else is leading the charge to the tavern, I'm gonna."

Anhe Donia marches off.

Iris Blanchimont smiled, it was sweet and real and probably the most emotion she'd show at one time in public like that. "We're adjourned. Before my friend over there has them bring out brooms to push us out the door!"

Quinton Coursinge: "No. No no, not at all.  I believe, in fact, this could be the perfect time for you to speak up."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Right you are- And as Anhe says- "

Victarion Greystone: "...Right."

Wu'rexa Norh: "To the -pub-!"

Tyburn Lowenhart plucks the cigarette from his lips and glances at the door with a sigh and tucks it behind his ear. "Please do." He omits the part where he could be smoking now.

Cecily Jisi: "Let's get shitfaced!!"

Victarion Greystone: "I'll be off to the Knight. Maybe get out of some of this armor."

Tzee Vanu: "I've been afret with worry through this whole ordeal, sir! Imagine, my brother putting a trial on against one of my good friends!"

Iris Blanchimont beamed at the others. "I got to humiliate the Inquisition, too. Not a bad day, all tolled."

Zana Akhabila: "...it's awfully hard to decide who the beast is when the Vanu has more humanity than the guy cussing him out for wanting to help."

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor.  Pray, what is worse..."

Quinton Coursinge: "A heretic..."

Paradyme Capellago: "Brother, huh." She mused quietly.

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel decided this is not such a bad day after all.

Paradyme Capellago: "To the pub~"

Quinton Coursinge: "...or a Fury fearing Halonic that sides with one...?"

Zana Akhabila: "To the pub."

Quinton Coursinge: "Both carry the same weight in your court, do they not?"

Tzee Vanu: "I am well devoted to the Fury, sir."

Rosik Ren: "Not too many that decide to walk back into a court after a trial ends."

Aegir Hlerson: "Even someone of such /humble/ origins as yourself no doubt has heard the rumors, Mr Coursinge. While recovering in the Sea of Clouds, my mother has taken on the care of an orphan Vanu-Vanu."

Shadow Shouvome: "I have my reasons."

Talman Chryses whispers to Deidra.

Quinton Coursinge: "Lady Pappillonoux is your mother..... Raising beastmen..."

Shadow Shouvome: "Maybe I just like the view."

Aegir Hlerson rubbed his face.

Tzee Vanu: "It is an honor to be adopted into such a pious family!"

Aegir Hlerson: "She is not well, mother. If only we had put her in that locked home..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor, while you are unable to try family, if one is to be pointing fingers to potential heretics."

Rosik Ren: "Eh...Architecture's a bit too hoighty toighty for me."

Quinton Coursinge: "I am certain there are other inquisitors that would be happy to do such a job..."

Deidra Rose frowns thoughtfully.

Shadow Shouvome: "The feelings mutral."

Zwight Vincent: "You get used to it." Zwight says slightly chuckling.

Aegir Hlerson: "That is hardly relevent to my work here in the Tribunal! Clear the forum at once! I have a mountain of heretics to burn, I mean, prosecute this afternoon!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Zwight, you really should head back. . . . ."

Tzee Vanu: "Brother, you're going to lose your job? How horrid!"

Aegir Hlerson: "GO HOME!"

Lirilith Maellan |  Venessiel keeps a stoic face. Inwardly, however, she might be laughing a little.

Quinton Coursinge hums to himself as he pulls out a list from his pocket.  He looks it over, then back to the Inquisitor. "Stay right here, Lord Pappillonoux."

Rosik Ren clicks her tongue at the Judge person's words, "Guessin' that's yer reasonin' there?"

Jereck Falarenth glares at Aegir Hlerson.

Zwight Vincent shakes his head. "If you're gonna be here, then i'm gonna be here buddy."

Aegir Hlerson: "Where are you going? I will arrest you for heresey at once!"

Shadow Shouvome: "I'm not asking...."

Deidra Rose nods,  "I'll leave you to it, then. I'll see you at the office."

Talman Chryses pulls out his notebook again.

Tzee Vanu: "Mr Coursinge! You're a heretic? Please say it isn't so!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Now... I believe I am seeing...." His eyes scroll the list. "Why, this looks like your 'heretics' does it not?"

Talman Chryses nods to Deidra with an apologetic smile.

Zwight Vincent: "And i'm hard of hearin right now."

Shadow Shouvome: "I will kick you out of here."

Shadow Shouvome: "literally."

Tyburn Lowenhart: "He's not." Patting Vanu on the shoulder. Reaching up to do it. He is not tall.

Aegir Hlerson: "I fail to see the connection!"

Quinton Coursinge: "While as a defender of our fair /republics/ laws, it is my duty to inform an uncompromised Inquisitor of your mother's heretical actions."

Aegir Hlerson: "!!!"

Quinton Coursinge: "However.... If we could perhaps forgo the theatrics with..."

Tzee Vanu: "No! Not mother!"

Quinton Coursinge scans the list.  Points to a single name. "Everyone on here, save this one... Pardons for the rest I believe could be in order."

Zwight Vincent: "I've been living here much longer than you Shades, i have more right to stay here than you do..." He says giving him a serious look.

Shadow Shouvome narrow his eyes.

Talman Chryses wanders over, notebook in hand.

Quinton Coursinge rolls his eyes. "We all know what THAT one did."

Shadow Shouvome: "Pipsqueak, I have my reasons."

Aegir Hlerson: "........" He grabbed the wrist with a SNAP and looked it over.

Shadow Shouvome inches closer.

Rosik Ren: "Yer friend's not too bright, is he?"

Zwight Vincent: "He lets his heart do most of the talkin..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Add your brother, and the rest of the vath to the list of those with immunity."

Shadow Shouvome: "I can /still/ hear you."

Aegir Hlerson hissed in a very quiet voice, "(I cannot in good conscious excuse /all/ these people.)"

Zwight Vincent: "and thinkin"

Tzee Vanu looked back and forth, perhaps confused as to what was going on.

Rosik Ren: "Aye, an' he wears it on his sleeve, from the sounds of it..."

Quinton Coursinge rolls his eyes again.  "Fine, I hate to turn in a woman of such renown as your mother, it truly breaks my heart."

Lirilith Maellan: ". . ."

Aegir Hlerson began to crush the paper in his fingers. "Very. Well. Speak with me later in my quarters." He turned to look at the others. "Have you business with the Tribunal?"

Quinton Coursinge: "Ah ah,"  He extends his hand for the paper.

Aegir Hlerson slowly handed it back.

Tyburn Lowenhart nudges Tzee with his elbow. "I could watch him work all day." Were... were those hearts in his eyes.

Talman Chryses shakes his head. "No, thank you, your honor, the press is quite satisfied."

Talman Chryses turns and nods to R'tehz.

Aegir Hlerson: "........."

Aegir Hlerson: "I miss the days when we could just burn people."

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . ."

Quinton Coursinge uncrumples it with great care, folds it diligently in half, and tucks it back into his pocket.  "Very well, Lord Pappillonoux."

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel inwardly laughs... and outwardly continues to bleed as she has not been dismissed.

Quinton Coursinge winks at the inquisitor with the smirkiest of smirks.

Aegir Hlerson: "Ser Venessiel, DO stop bleeding on the marble."

Quinton Coursinge: "Lord Vanu, I believe this should be a good time to leave."

Lirilith Maellan: ".. Yes, sir."

Tzee Vanu: "O-oh! Yes!" He looked over to the Inquisitor.

Aegir Hlerson: "GO!" He was telling MOTHER.

Tzee Vanu: "Halone Bless Thee!"

Shadow Shouvome steps back a bit.

Lirilith Maellan moves stiffly out.

Rosik Ren: "Got yer peace of mind?"

Quinton Coursinge smirks.  Has a certain jump step in his walk as he leaves.

Shadow Shouvome: "No."

Quinton Coursinge: "Tea.  Darling, I want tea."

Zwight Vincent looks a little confused.

Aegir Hlerson growled a bit.

Tyburn Lowenhart plucks the cigarette from behind his ear and places it between his lips. "Yes dear." He follows.

Rosik Ren smirks a bit, "But at least savin' the stupidity for another time?"

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . . ."

Tyburn Lowenhart licks the cigarette with the brazier and nearly inhales the entirety of it in one go.

Tyburn Lowenhart lights*

Shadow Shouvome: "Got it."

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my thoughts on character building

ok so we all have our own way to build characters. some get stats first and then powers then make there back story and all that jazz. for me its different. ive seen many different styles of how people build characters. ive also tried different ways to build a character for a rpg. this means that from the time i was 13 to the age i am now i have finally perfected my own way of building something that i thought i would share and also inform you guys of a character that i have in the current dnd game we are playing in my group. im doing this because ill be writing as him now and then to practice keeping a log in character while also keeping a log for myself with how the game is progressing. this way i can look back at my notes when i am absent so i can separate what my guy knows and doesn't know.

so this is how my formula works in a short sum up

1) ask the dm what races are allowed int he world and clear the race first 

2) roll the gender dice to see if it will be male or female

3) come up with a list of small personality details you want with the character. odd quirks, habits, phobia’s, likes and dislikes.

4) pick a class

5) write a backstory you feel you can get behind

6) find a background that helps fit the back story more

7) add final details to backstory and get it cleared with the dm/gm

8) fill out your sheet

this has helped me a bit since it makes it easier for me to better understand what ill be controlling in the dm’s world. i made this list to help me some with role playing online and so far i have found it helps with a lot of my dnd stuff as well. here is what i had for flint.

1) i wanted a force to help drive him make him different then what i had done in the past with characters but also wanted to challenge a stereotype with him. most of the races i had on the list where cool but i found the elemental was drawing me. so i asked if a fire gensai was ok. sure enough my dm cleared it and i was free to roll the dice.

2) i had made a dice for this and i rolled t 3 times came up male

3) for this i picked out some things from my favored male characters in movies. those where jack sparrow, whestly from the princess bride, and robin hood from robin hod men in tights. i wanted the guy to have kind of a jack sparrow way of speaking slightly but at the same time i wanted him to be kind of a ladies man. 

with the princess bride portion i wanted him to have a strong since of what love was but at the same time know how to be a proper gentleman on things and to stand up for what he felt was right. 

with Robbin hood well that was easy i wanted him to be able to be snarky to the point at times where you wanted to stretch his tongue out or possibly hurt because of how annoying he can be at times when he gets puckish

with that in mind i knew i had to give him a list of wide likes and dislikes as well as quirks. for a phobia i came up with the idea of the fear of a select animal which is common for many characters. some are scared of dogs, cats, spiders hell even bats. but for flint i wanted to give him something fun to be scared of so i picked these evil buggers

that’s right geese. a fire elemental with a irrational fear of geese. but lest it will keep him some what likable at points that he can be undone by water foul. for his likes i made that easy anything xrated which im not naming or listing and at the same time warm places. dislikes where also easy and that was those that hurt others and at the same time caused other harm. odd quirks for him was hard but i picked that he has a habit of putting things in his mouth a lot because he has a thing about that. 

4) i wanted to go with fighter and when i found out magic and fighter could be a thing with eldrich knight you know i jumped on the idea of a magical fire tank

5) background was simple was born to a loving mother and distant genie of a dad but saved part of his town from a wild fire that had gone ahead and leveled part of the town stayed behind to help rebuild.

6) this was tricky but i settled on folk hero

7) i finished out the last bit showed it to my dm and they cleared it that meant the last thing

8) i filled my sheet out and now my character is just a horny pyro that can easily annoy or cause a hell of a weird tavern story with the other pc’s but of course is hell for my dm because i am the reason we have select sickness’s now available in the game. 

on the hold the character in this way of building makes it easy for me to immerse myself in the story but at the same time know how i can work his mind and his actions. its thanks to this formula that ive made characters that i can have laughs with and at the same time learn from in a game about the worlds the dm’s have worked on for months to even years

hopefully this will help get a idea on how i build but possibly help you in building your own dm headache maker.