"I rather guzzle holy water. Do you ever leave this place Rainflower?"
03/09/2018 21:36Posted by Ilyriel"I rather guzzle holy water. Do you ever leave this place Rainflower?"
''Only when I have found my true mate,'' she says with a playful wink.
''And what of you, Ilyriel the Grumpy?''
SKIP ME SKIP ME SKIP ME
03/09/2018 19:47Posted by LirĂșthien
"You again? Isn't this quite the coincidence. I'll decline the date but I have other ideas. From this day forward you are now my servant. You can start by cleaning my armor and perhaps give me a massage later."
"Shush, where is your protocol?! I thought you were all about strict rules and such!"
Zirahael waggles a finger condescendingly at the shorter elf before she points at LirĂșthien and assume a dramatic pose!
"This can only be resolved through the traditional Illidari ceremonial naked wrestling match between the two of us in the pits of extra-lubricating demonic goop - where each contestant reserves the right to bring one secret weapon of their own choosing!"
(SKIP MOI :> )
"Well, this doesn't look like the 3rd bi-annual conference for Arcane Engineering, that's for sure." Taking a glance around the area she gives Illyriel a nod, adding "And I'm certain we both agree anything approaching -that-kind of meeting between us would be a terrible idea. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a conference room to find. Good day."
Raeloria was hard at work, singing to herself while working on some delicate shining items that resembled a key, cutting it carefully, and kind of imbuing it with some sort of sparkling gem powder (and from time to time, also grabbing an apple from a nearby bowl).
Then, she sees Astare passing by.
"Hi there! I really, really belive we met before, together with matron Rayzeel dawnweaver, isn't it? Well, I'm sooo happy to see you again! Won't be delaying you from your conference, of course, surely as a date between us won't work at all, but..."
A mischievous smile forms on Raeloria's face.
"Arcane engineering!? that sounds really, really curious! And... do you happen to have some of those sweet little arcane enchanted tooth-wheels, and willing to hand me a pair for a good price? I really, really need those little sweeties for a... really, really righteous cause! honest!"
Then, she sees Astare passing by.
"Hi there! I really, really belive we met before, together with matron Rayzeel dawnweaver, isn't it? Well, I'm sooo happy to see you again! Won't be delaying you from your conference, of course, surely as a date between us won't work at all, but..."
A mischievous smile forms on Raeloria's face.
"Arcane engineering!? that sounds really, really curious! And... do you happen to have some of those sweet little arcane enchanted tooth-wheels, and willing to hand me a pair for a good price? I really, really need those little sweeties for a... really, really righteous cause! honest!"
"You speak like a parody of a human child. Surely you have not fallen so low as to take on their antics, also? Have you no dignity?".
Tethenar shrugs, loosening his shoulders with the motion.
"Out of respect for your... Crusade... Assuming you are actually one of them, I shall let you be. Unless, of course, you might be kind enough to show me what sword techniques they teach you in your order?"
With that, Tethenar draws his blade, twirling it masterfully in his hand to keep it moving in preparation for the possible mostly-friendly sparring match.
" Oh, and Raesielle sends her love, too." Tethenar offers off-handedly to Astare.
Tethenar shrugs, loosening his shoulders with the motion.
"Out of respect for your... Crusade... Assuming you are actually one of them, I shall let you be. Unless, of course, you might be kind enough to show me what sword techniques they teach you in your order?"
With that, Tethenar draws his blade, twirling it masterfully in his hand to keep it moving in preparation for the possible mostly-friendly sparring match.
" Oh, and Raesielle sends her love, too." Tethenar offers off-handedly to Astare.
Raeloria's smile fades at once; and her face blush red in anger while hearing Tethenar's remark, as if she was suddenly slapped on her face.
"Human child? At least, I'm still serving the light! But oh, you wanna see sword techniques?! Well, I'll show you some! I'm the daughter of Karahir Dawnglare, who butchered Amani while Liadrin was still crying in her cradle!"
With that, she push her work aside and draws her sword; a glint of bright light shivers through her blade, as she rise it to a high, starting position.
"Come at me! I really, really won't go easy on you!"
"Human child? At least, I'm still serving the light! But oh, you wanna see sword techniques?! Well, I'll show you some! I'm the daughter of Karahir Dawnglare, who butchered Amani while Liadrin was still crying in her cradle!"
With that, she push her work aside and draws her sword; a glint of bright light shivers through her blade, as she rise it to a high, starting position.
"Come at me! I really, really won't go easy on you!"
Eyes them both as they prepare to battle, then brings over a lounge chair and a bowl of popcorn.
"Don't let me interrupt your date, Im simply here to spectate, and I really -really- doubt either of you want to date me."
He offer them both a smile as he slowly begins to eat the popcorn and watch them duel.
"Don't let me interrupt your date, Im simply here to spectate, and I really -really- doubt either of you want to date me."
He offer them both a smile as he slowly begins to eat the popcorn and watch them duel.
"Standing mirror, pond of souls, what dreams of wonder it may hold. Thus split and parted, what bridges once were, mere rubble and ash justly drenched by passing clouds."
"Why do I feel like that was about the schisms in our once-grand society? Maybe I'm just projecting. Either way, I do love poetry. I'd be happy to hear some more, if you have the time."
''I believe we already met before, Talraea. As always - a pleasure to see that you are still well, holding up together.'' Elyssa fondly pats the void elf's shoulder. ''I can recommend a few places that make very comfortable hoods for elves, saving us from slicing up our hoods for the ears!''
*Spit-take*
*Gets hit by the spit-take*
"Ewww! Watch where you aim that!
Nadine then proceeds to find nearest source of something to wipe herself clean with. Napkins, towel, anything. Her following disinterest in the goblin, answers the question by itself.
"Ewww! Watch where you aim that!
Nadine then proceeds to find nearest source of something to wipe herself clean with. Napkins, towel, anything. Her following disinterest in the goblin, answers the question by itself.
Zhanag is surprised when a Human woman, apparently a bit blurry in the eyes from the spit-take to the face, begins grabbing at his robe. "Um... Normally there are a few steps before this part, but we could go somewhere if you insist."
Do not take this the wrong way friend, but I am neither into men nor into Draenei. I am afraid we shall both have to continue our search for now. I wish you good luck with yours.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind being a little shorter than my partner that much but... that's just taking it too far. You're something around twice as tall as me, it seems! Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt the fact you might be a good person and a loyal partner, but I'd just feel awkward being half the height of my lover. I totally get any gnomes or goblins who'd rather stick to dating their kin. Sorry, it'll never be a thing. Good luck wih the further search though!"
"Now, now, lass. Ye' see - there's a good natural order to all thing 'round us. Cows belong to the dairy barn, mooses belongs to the spit roasts, pigs belongs to the sty, and those pesky good fer' nothing undead belongs in the grave"
*smirks, patting his trusty long beard*
"And why of course, the brave sons of Irongforge belong where the best, cool ale and liquors are. Things be said, can't give such as yer'self a date, but ye'r more then invited to my brewing cellar to take a shot of some nice, handmaid scotches and ale, and tell this good dwarf some nice little secrets 'bout brewings in yer old home, eh?"
*smirks, patting his trusty long beard*
"And why of course, the brave sons of Irongforge belong where the best, cool ale and liquors are. Things be said, can't give such as yer'self a date, but ye'r more then invited to my brewing cellar to take a shot of some nice, handmaid scotches and ale, and tell this good dwarf some nice little secrets 'bout brewings in yer old home, eh?"
"Humm... "
*The Demon Huntress hesitates as she looks down at the dwarf, scratching her lips with a clawed finger in a thoughtful expression*
"You are unfortunately not tall enough, nor quite short-short enough to make it work the other way. And the things my Spectral Sight allows me to see gathering in that beard of yours is... kind of a deal breaker."
*She pauses, before giving Fjorgrim a consoling gesture*
" ... although if you're really lonely, I know a Shivarra who's really into dwarves and gnomes for some reason. I can hook the two of you up if you want to!"
*The Demon Huntress hesitates as she looks down at the dwarf, scratching her lips with a clawed finger in a thoughtful expression*
"You are unfortunately not tall enough, nor quite short-short enough to make it work the other way. And the things my Spectral Sight allows me to see gathering in that beard of yours is... kind of a deal breaker."
*She pauses, before giving Fjorgrim a consoling gesture*
" ... although if you're really lonely, I know a Shivarra who's really into dwarves and gnomes for some reason. I can hook the two of you up if you want to!"
"Ah, poor lass is lost in corruption... Who can turn down such a fine moustache. Such craftsmanship! 'Though, did I need another reason not to...?" Modgar runs a hand through his own beard, as if making attempted to neaten it...
"Short men try harder. It is known. Let us share a drink, and see if there is enough in common between for this to be a possibility."