"Laurenn Coldshade, is it? I have heard quite a bit. Lirúthien Lionsun. I'm sure you will find the name recognizable." The demon huntresa says while playing with strands of her golden hair. "I accept your offer for some beverage."
You're not even fit and decent enough to lick my feets , DIE !
Nice halloween costume demon tsss...
Nice halloween costume demon tsss...
Without delay, Norbert marches in and begins the no doubt arduous process of escorting both the crazy lady and Lirúthien from the premises.
"Come now, my fair ladies, this ain't no place for the likes of us."
During this he looks around and addresses any possible on-lookers.
"Move along folks! Nothin' to see here!"
"Come now, my fair ladies, this ain't no place for the likes of us."
During this he looks around and addresses any possible on-lookers.
"Move along folks! Nothin' to see here!"
Ariyel considered opening her mouth to introduce herself to one of the few reasonable-looking fellows in the building. Before she could muster the courage, however, Norbert had already walked right past her, helping the two women toward the exit.
"Hooboy, off to a great start," she sighed as she was left with nothing to do except inhale the boquet of greasy smoke and stale ale by her lonesome.
Even though she hadn't had any romantic intentions when she approached him - not exactly her type - it was still a little embarrassing to think that every set of eyes in the throng of onlookers had noticed her social blunder.
Whistling some innocuous tune, she tried her best to discretely squeeze her way back into the amorphous mass of denizens and disappear amidst the ever-flowing stream of gossip.
In accorance with her usual luck, though, it didn't take very long until her adventure through the wing-ding went poorly.
"Whoops, pardon me!" she yelped as one of her shoes came down on top of something akin to a stranger's foot/hoof/tentacle-esque appendage.
"Hooboy, off to a great start," she sighed as she was left with nothing to do except inhale the boquet of greasy smoke and stale ale by her lonesome.
Even though she hadn't had any romantic intentions when she approached him - not exactly her type - it was still a little embarrassing to think that every set of eyes in the throng of onlookers had noticed her social blunder.
Whistling some innocuous tune, she tried her best to discretely squeeze her way back into the amorphous mass of denizens and disappear amidst the ever-flowing stream of gossip.
In accorance with her usual luck, though, it didn't take very long until her adventure through the wing-ding went poorly.
"Whoops, pardon me!" she yelped as one of her shoes came down on top of something akin to a stranger's foot/hoof/tentacle-esque appendage.
*Lifted a brow at the mage.
Armor covered in battlescars and her spear glowing eagerly for combat*
"Watch where you are going miss clumsy
*She then let's out a sigh*
"I was told I would find someone as fond of battle as me here. But all I see is least than promosing. So, until anyone fiting waæks through that door?
I suppose we can gossip-What I know how to be girly too!
*She sits down and rests her spear upon the ground.*
Armor covered in battlescars and her spear glowing eagerly for combat*
"Watch where you are going miss clumsy
*She then let's out a sigh*
"I was told I would find someone as fond of battle as me here. But all I see is least than promosing. So, until anyone fiting waæks through that door?
I suppose we can gossip-What I know how to be girly too!
*She sits down and rests her spear upon the ground.*
I am not going to "date" or fight alongside someone who wears the tabard of the lesser undead. Begone!
Perish the thought.
"My dear Ronae... We wouldn't swing well and you know it. however, our friendship could use some benefits. and when i say benefits, i mean biscuits and tea.. maybe even a glass of wine, no? Sorry for letting you down~"
"If you don't want Ronae, I'll have him. But perhaps the thought wouldn't be mutual..."
"Im afraid I cannot offer romance to a lady as I swing the other way, but friendship for sure! Perhaps some time in Lights Hope or Tyrs Hand? Its nice there and those are great places to not think about the foolish war thats going on"
"Well, whichever team you're rooting for, I'm pretty sure I'm not on it," Ariyel says and nods in queer understanding at Andreasus.
"I'd happily take you up on that friendship offer, though! I'm sure you can already tell, but I'm not the most nationalistic individual either."
She proceeds to raise one of her gangly arms and jokingly flexes it, producing a tiny bump of a bicep that can only be seen if one squints really hard.
"War doesn't quite suit me, you see."
"I'd happily take you up on that friendship offer, though! I'm sure you can already tell, but I'm not the most nationalistic individual either."
She proceeds to raise one of her gangly arms and jokingly flexes it, producing a tiny bump of a bicep that can only be seen if one squints really hard.
"War doesn't quite suit me, you see."
Demon juice helps with the muscle issues, you seem quit lacking.
"If only it aided in wits; if it did you'd not suggest other people ingest fel. I shall pass."
The paladin shifts uncomfortably inside his plate armor, before removing his helmet, tucking it safely under left his arm as he approaches the blood elf hesitantly, offering her a chocolate heart with a card saying "Be my Alleria" and a bouquet of flowers........
"greetings my dears-"
She shuts her mouth as she spots the human, then looks over to Sal, then back to the human again
"... you know, I'm going to let this be our little secret and do enjoy eachothers company, Just a word of advice. Hurt her and I hurt you, human"
She then wanders off, humming happily to herself.
(That's a no)
She shuts her mouth as she spots the human, then looks over to Sal, then back to the human again
"... you know, I'm going to let this be our little secret and do enjoy eachothers company, Just a word of advice. Hurt her and I hurt you, human"
She then wanders off, humming happily to herself.
(That's a no)
Cirkus would look confused before asking "Aren't we enemies?" Then likely he would try to sway it into a spar instead
I stay on top and ya don't get ta talk.
"Like yah' attitude sugah'! Yah' needed tah' be more of a guy for us tah' do somethin' kinky. But it's alright! We can have some fun still."
"I'll say one thing - I adore the Hallow's End costume! Witchy hat, check. Black clothing, check. Staff looking like it was made by N'zoth himself, check. You must tell me where you got those clothes, even if you don't 'swing that way' for us to ever date."
"I do not swing that way, but flesh is only flesh. And with my grasp of, near empathic shadow-magics, I need not swing any way to wrest enjoyment from flesh. People are a learning experience!"