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I give this with lots of love from me to you... ...not really, but wouldn't it be neat/creepy if I did?

The 1st of February, 2002... ...submitted by Pratz

[Heinrick] Abominations? Where?

TheSkirtedOneSet grins at Heinrick "Right here baby"

AndrewOOC waves his hand at Heinrick.

Mysti grins at RyanMR and blows him a rainbow colored kiss..

RyanMR blushes ... sorta.

Mysti grins at Ryan's blush... and suddenly 'showers' him with rainbow colored kisses..

RyanMR blinks as he's showered. "Ahhhh...."and prompely falls over red faced.

RyanMR would hug you Mysti but is now on the floor.

Mysti points her finger at RyanMR.. twist her wrist and turns her hand over, lifting him to his feet...

Threadwatch eyes Mysti carefully...

[Threadwatch] We've got a real roleplayer here?

Wyatt 's player blinks, "Where's a real role player, I want to met them... I've been waiting most of my life to meet one."

[Heinrick] (( Real roleplayer? Where? ))

AndrewOOC waves his hand at Heinrick.

Soldan shows Thread original at http://geocities.datacellar.net/foxyledgewalker/Soldan.html now that's original

[Threadwatch] Eek. Furry.

Pratz laughs. "The furries have invaded the Keep. Even my bleeding player comes in as one every so often. But whenever I see him in here like that..." Pratz cracks his knuckles. " .... he tends to leave the room shortly after."

[Threadwatch] Furries aren't as bad as the horde of Vampire things..

[Threadwatch] Heh. So we still have the vampires necking in the locked rooms. *grin* Half of the bandwith used here was for low class lemons.

Pratz blechs. "I know... I kinda like the undead about as much as I do elves. Which is, not to say I'm really spiteful towards one or the other, " He casts a worried glance at Mysti. "... but MOST people, not all, most... seem to have trouble playing them correctly."

[AndrewOOC] Dude, I love undead, Stop making fun of them.

[TheSkirtedOneSet] Lirreka realy loves the undead *sniggers*

Corrine thinks Set was just WAITING to say that one. *Chuckles*

[AndrewOOC] Not in that way, Set.

[Katana whispers to Pratz] Ya know, I'm an Elf, Pratzy baby

[Pratz whispers to Katana] "Oh.. yeah. And at one point a vampire. Um... I'm gonna go over here and finish my other foot, mmkay?"

[Katana whispers to Pratz] Heh, it's a long story, but she's always been an Elf, trust me.

[Katana whispers to Pratz] But If you wish, I can add you to the long list of those who already hate her.

[Pratz whispers to Katana] OOC : No. The hate against Undead is a thnig from when Pratz was a paladin, a long time ago. The hate against elves is a player thing, because in every RP group I've ever been in, the elf has always been the asshole. You're nice. I don't hate you.

[Katana whispers to Pratz] He, yeah, well, there seems to be a Katana hater club now.

[Pratz whispers to Katana] Not me!

Pratz has Red Light Disease.

[Pratz] "Wait, wait... no, no Red Light Disease here..."

[Threadwatch] Red light district disease, or the one where you glowed with a red light, Pratz?

Heinrick thinks Pratz likes visiting the Red Light District.

[Pratz] "One where the Red Light shines and I get kicked outta the Keep."

TheSkirtedOneSet searches the room for a lap to occupy

AndrewOOC dresses up like Osiris and beats the Hell out of Set.

[TheSkirtedOneSet] hey quit it quit it

TheSkirtedOneSet proceeds to hit AndrewOOC with a mallet

[Threadwatch] <( ' . ' )>

[Threadwatch] *beans andrew with a kirby..*

AndrewOOC explodes when prodded with soft things.

[AndrewOOC] Kirby dance. (>'-')> <('-'<) ^('-')^ v('-')v <('-'<) ^(   )^ (>'-')> ^(^-^)>

Feather blinks. "Errr... yes... I'm a demi-goddess..."

[AndrewOOC] Is that like a demi-bra?

[Heinrick] (( Or a demi-moore? ))

[Corrine] ((or a demi-moore in a demi-bra as a demi-goddess?)

Lirreka enters this room

Lirreka returns to her chair at the Ebonclaw table.

TheSkirtedOneSet goes and sits at the Ebonclaw table, just to annoy Lirreka

AndrewOOC hangs himself, mostly to get attention.

TheSkirtedOneSet ignores AndrewOOC and stares at Lirreka from across the table

Lirreka swats Set in the back of the head once more reminding him of the kirtle and the superglue.

CDR.Silo wonders if Lirreka is ever going to use the rusty cheese grater again?

Lirreka fears that the rusty cheese grater isn't effective anymore.

AndrewOOC laughs at everyone. Because people are so funny, he just loves them!

TheSkirtedOneSet slaps a sign on Lirreka's back "Arrogance is the greatest sign of weakness .... p.s. kick me"

TheSkirtedOneSet then runs for the bomb shelter

Corrine sniggers at Set

Lirreka 's wards remove the sign from her person returning it to its owner.

Mysti just watched 2 lag beasties consumate their nuptials... and 4 others gave birth while she was waiting in line to get back in...*shivers* "Scary"

Dread_Lime squeeks its chewtoy. *squeek* *squeek* "Yes, Mr. Squeeky, there is an over population of laggs."

[Threadwatch] Pratz> Take that drow there.. *motions to Lirreka* She has six thread divisions ahead. But her life is much shorter then yours, milady feather.

Pratz listens to Threadwatch for a minute. "Now I remember how you used to get into so much trouble."

Tempan walks right up to Threadwatch, and announces in a booming voice, "You intrude in the realm of the Gods, sir!"

[Threadwatch] Bugger off knight. Your death will be in three years, by a dagger slipped into your ribs unless you tell that wench 'no'.

Lirreka chuckles at Threadwatches estimation of her future.. "My life is of the right length, from begining to end."

[Heinrick] "You get what everyone else gets. A lifetime."

Stupid_Terrorists enters this room

Stupid_Terrorists pull up outside in a clunker with Tali-van painted on the side.

Pratz sees the Tali-Van outside and fires a bunch of cluster rockets at it.

( Pratz rolls 6d20 => 2, 3, 4, 5, 13, 3 = 30 )

Pratz watches all but one of the cluster rockets blow the Keep Door off its hinges.

( Stupid_Terrorists rolls 1d20 => 5 )

Stupid_Terrorists get blown up before they get a chance to even pile out of the Van.

[Stupid_Terrorists] The agents of S.T.O.O.P.I.D. are struck again!!!

Stupid_Terrorists exits from this room

Mysti remembers when she started coming here as a chair... just sitting here for a long time watching.. trying to get use to the place.

Pratz wonders if Mysti came into the Keep as a chair, if that means someone has sat on her face a time or two?

Mysti gawks at Pratzy baby "Well you should KNOW... yer the one who brought me here.. " *snorts*

Pratz laughs. "I know, I know..." He just sits there and laughs.

RougeThorn sways her tail and sighs...She looks for a familiar face...

Pratz smiles at Rouge and waves at her. "Heya."

RougeThorn looks right over Pratz and keeps looking, pretending that she didn't see him...She looks to Lirreka and rolls her eyes, shaking her head...She continue looking

[Pratz whispers to Rougethorn] "Ok, ok, I understand." He grins. "But I'm still gonna come talk to you once everybody leaves."

[RougeThorn whispers to Pratz] I will make other friend for the sole purpose of avoiding you, if I must...

[Pratz whispers to RougeThorn] "If you have to, then go ahead."

RougeThorn growls at Pratz and tenses her fingers in an 'I want to claw you' fashion...

Pratz grins at Rouge and tenses his fingers in an 'I want to Tickle You' fashion.

RougeThorn huffs and tilts her head.."Come here!"

Pratz sliiiides across the floor to Rouge. "Heya."

RougeThorn growls.."What is wrong with you?"

Pratz grins at Rouge. "What's wrong with you, MS. Grumpy?"

RougeThorn rolls her eyes and tilts her head, cocking her ear back..."Call it permanent PMS..."

Pratz smiles, then his Player makes a Dex check for Pratz..

( Pratz rolls 1d20 => 18 )

Pratz leans in too fast for Rouge to move, hugs her for a half a second, then zoooooooms away.....

RougeThorn sighs as she is hugged and allows it...She looks to Pratz..."Happy now?"

Pratz grins. "Yup! How about you?"

RougeThorn shakes her head.."No..I'm not "

Pratz looks at Rouge. "I wish I could make you happy, Rouge...."

RougeThorn looks to Pratz...She narrows her eyes and growls slightly..

Pratz looks at Rouge, then points a finger at his chest, as if to say, 'Who, Me?'

RougeThorn nods then walks to him..."I'll make a deal with you..."

Pratz looks at Rouge, in all seriousness. She's talking Zaplodo. "Yeah?"

RougeThorn sighs.."I'll be nice to you if you swear you will only touch me when given permission first..."

Pratz looks at Rouge for a second, then shakes his head. "No. Thanks. I don't buy friendship, Rouge. IT should be something given or earned, not purchased through trades. Tell you what, though. I won't ever touch you again, or even speak to you, until you learn how not to insult me. How's that for a deal?" Pratz's eyes are unreadable as he turns away and walks off slowly.

RougeThorn blinks and tilts her head...."Okay..." shrugs...

RougeThorn rolls her eyes..."Males..."

Lirreka telepours some drowish spirits into an alcorn goblet.

Tempan spins and approaches Lirreka.

Lirreka glances at Tempan as he approaches.

[Tempan] "I hope I am not being rude, Drow... Are you of Faerun?"

Lirreka looks at Tempan "No.. and while I do own and control holdings there, No. I was not born there."

[Tempan] "I am Tempan... I am of Faerun, specificly of Neverwinter. By what are you called?"

Lirreka grins slightly at Tempan "Here I am known as Lirreka Ebonclaw. As for where I'm from, my home world is no more so I reside where I choose."

[Tempan] "Lirreka... It is a pleasure to meet you."

Lirreka nods ot Tempan "I'm sure that it is. Neverwinter is a pleasent enough city. I have visited it many times.. as I have many cities of the sword coast and the north."

[Tempan] "Incognito, I hope. One of your... Heritage is not usually welcome."

Lirreka chuckles and nods to Tempan "Yes incognito.. I have worn many faces on the world of Toril.

[Tempan] "And did these faces belong to others first?"

Lirreka takes a sip from her goblet and nods to Tempan "Often. I collect skins."

[Tempan] "Who do you collect these skins from?"

Jerl idly wonders when Lirreka will pay his undead legions a visit in Necronika...they love her there.

Lirreka tends to prefer the living, Jerl to the hordes of undead. Unless of course she's allowed to skin the one's she likes. *EG*

Kashshaptu glances at Tempan and wonders if Lirr will choose his skin next .. secretly wishing to see some action

Jerl chuckles at Lirr, those wraiths and liches would give thir skins willingly to a drow matron

Threadwatch looks again to Lirreka and Tempan.. his eyebrow slowly raises..

Lirreka chuckles softly at Tempan's question, "From any I choose to.. Many are Lightskins, surface elves, though I must say from any that appeal to my aesthetic sensabilities."

[Tempan] "Oh really?

[Tempan] "So you randomly skin who you choose?"

Lirreka shakes her head "I never just randomly skin someone, They must appeal to me somehow, perhaps a physical trait that draws my attention.. Or they've proven to be a worthy adversary.. or in some cases they annoyed me."

Jerl wonders if Lirr would skin him if he wasn't too crafty to avoid it...

[Tempan] "Would you skin me, or is the scar tissue too heavy upon my flesh?~

Lirreka does admit that Jerl is on her To Skin list. *EG*

Jerl is happy...he feels special, the matron wants to skin him....joy this doth bring to mine heart...

Tempan traces the scars on his face with his fingers...

Jerl thinks that when his form ascends, Lirr can have his current body

Lirreka 'll have it stuffed and properly displayed, Jerl.

Jerl knows Lirr wont mistreat it...hey, Jerl accessories are collectables, the Limited Edition Jerl Doll was a smash hit

Wyatt 's player wonders if Solly by Golly is on the To Skin list

Lirreka looks Tempan over with a critical eye. "As you seem to be, there is nothing notable in my estimation that would currently cause me to skin you."

Lirreka admits that Soldan is slated to be made into a robe. *EG*

[Tempan] "I suppose that is an insult wrapped in a compliment."

Kashshaptu tries to snap her clawed fingers and mutters "Darn" after hearing Lirr not choosing to skin Tempan

Lirreka shrugs to Tempan "It is the truth, nothing more or less. If you are not as you appear to be then that estimation would change."

Tempan chuckles to himself.

[Tempan] "Well, it was interesting talking to you... But I wish to get to know more of the inhabitants of this room, Lirreka."

Lirreka nods to Tempan "Good eve to you."

Mysti walks over to the bar and kneels down behind it... her sheer, black, spider silk body stocking hides little of her natural essence, almost as if it were a second skin.

Threadwatch eyes Mysti.. He notes dryly.. "I see that not too many things have changed.."

Mysti tosses her long golden hair back over her shoulder and searches the bottles on the lower shelves...

Tempan glances at Mysti.

Corrine notes to Thready, that members still blatantly advertise their wares when mystique often is a much more enticing temptation rather than obvious gratituity.

Jerl appears across the bar from Mysti, sipping scotch. "Hiya miss"

[Threadwatch] ( amen Corrine. *grin* Sometimes less is more.. )

Mysti peeps up over the bar at Jerl, her silver-blue eyes sparkling mischievously.. "Hi ya, handsome."

Jerl smiles at Mysti. "Whatcha upto back there?"

Mysti smiles at Jerl "Ahh.. just looking... " *winks* "I'm in the 'hunting' mood tonight.. "

Jerl nods to Mysti. "Any game nearby?"

Mysti searches the bottles one by one...grins up at Jerl, "Could be... one never knows.." *winks*

Jerl sips his scotch and smiles softly at Mysti. "Well, ya gonna wait in the tall grass all night, or ya gonna pounce?"

Mysti pulls out a very old dusty bottle from under the bar... then stands up and pushes a golden strand of hair over a delicately pointed ear.. grins at Jerl "A real hunter watches her prey for awhile... just to make sure it thinks it's safe." *winks*

Jerl grins back at Mysti. "Some prey is more dangerous when it's caught"

Mysti laughs softy and conjures a crystal glass... then opens the bottle "More dangerous than the hunter.. Possibly... but that could depend on the game."

Jerl fades away into nothing, only to reappear with his arms wrapped around Mysti lightly. "Or maybe the hunter is really the hunted"

Mysti quirks an eyebrow at Jerl and grins "Perhaps.. or maybe the hunter simply wants the prey to think their hunted." she glances over her shoulder at Jerl.. "Care for a glass of Midori?"

. was used in a dirty martini the other day, mistaken for an olive. What a disgrace!

Jerl shakes his head. "Nope, I've had my share of alcohol for the day"

Jerl fades from existance again...once more reappearing across the bar from Mysti

Mysti tilts her head at Jerl.. "Do you mind if I.... " she lifts the bottle "only one... I promise."

Jerl smiles at Mysti. "Do as you please, you are your own woman"

Mysti pours a glass of the Midori and replaces the cork in the bottle... "So, tell me Jerl. How are things with you, these days?"

Jerl shrugs at Mysti. "Same as usual, I'm just experimenting with a new magic and...changing..."

Mysti takes a sip of the Midori, and idly traces a finger over the intricate rose pattern woven into her body stocking...

Jerl looks at Mysti. "Yer bein' quiet..."

Mysti smiles at Jerl, her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak..instead she takes another sip of the Midori..

Jerl quirks a brow at Mysti

Mysti holds the glass near her lips, her eyes smile at Jerl...

Mysti watches Jerl, a roguish twinkle in her eye...

Jerl nods to Mysti

Mysti smiles and slides in next to Jerl, slipping an arm around him.. and conjuring a blanket "Now...I think I'll tie you up in this and keep you all to myself for awhile.." *winks*

Jerl chuckles at Mysti. "Gunna torture me too?"

Mysti chuckles at Jerl "Nah... you're already doing that to yourself.. "

Jerl pouts at Mysti. "Fine, be that way"*G*

Mysti pouts at Jerl's pout..."I don't have a choice... you won't let me do anything else."

Mysti grins slyly at Jerl, and takes a sip of the Midori...

Jerl 's eyebrow stays quirked at Mysti

Mysti giggles .... just giggles...

Mysti pulls the blanket around Jerl.."Now.. nice and comfy?"

Jerl smiles at Mysti. "Could be comfier"

Mysti grins at Jerl "Oh.. and I thought I had a soft shoulder.. " *winks*

Jerl pulls Mysti close. "This is better"

Jerl smiles at Mysti with a soft shake of his head as he holds her lightly

Mysti snuggles Jerl s'more... "Well.. I do try to help my friends when their down... "

Jerl chuckles softly at Mysti. "Am I down? Or is it a show to get you to 'help' me?"

Mysti blinks at Jerl.. "I don't know.... I could be a plot... ya think??"

Jerl smiles at Mysti softly, then begins to slowly frown. "Either way, we will have to continue this conversation at a later time...I must be somewhere rather quickly"

Mysti chuckles softly, and nods "As always... my dear one." she slips out of the darkened booth...

Jerl draws his ancient dark blade 'Life's Bane' as he slips from the booth

Jerl flashes a smile to everyone, violet roses appearing hovering before each female in the hall

Mysti smiles at the rose and then at Jerl... it resembles the rose pattern Lirreka wove in her bodystocking....

Jerl sighs softly, his emerald eyes flashing silver as he starts to disappear...and then there is a flash, his body is left behind..the dark form with chin length black hair, emerald eyes, and a finely tuned, lithe, muscular elven frame covered by the black cloak and ranger garb all remain, only his sword and his soul seem missing from the limp form laid in the hall...and it also seems to have a sign upon it that reads'To the Matron'

Lirreka 's ever present servant staff quickly move Jerl's body to a safer location.