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Old 07-04-2002, 09:46 PM   #1
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I'd like to see some people post either one or a string of RP sessions that they thought they did pretty good in. If you have them logged, or if you wrote a story about it, post it here.

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Old 07-08-2002, 04:22 AM   #2
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This is a log of my faerie (Cerises) teaching an elf (Llauron) to speak Common. I don't know, I thought it was pretty cute... (It's kind of long... bear with me...)

Llauron glances to each person and seems to await a response.
You poke him in the ribs.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron tisks and shakes his head.
Cerises perks a brow.
Llauron peers intently at Folith.
You say, 'You talk funny, elfie..'
Llauron inquisitively raises an eyebrow at you.
Llauron blinks innocently.
You ask, 'Can't yous talk right?'
Llauron tilts his head to once side.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
You say, 'You should talk like a fae.'
Llauron peers questioningly at the faerie.
You nod sagely.
In faeril, you say 'Can you talk like a fae?'
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron smirks.
Llauron throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
You blink innocently at Llauron.
Llauron sizes the small being up.
Llauron hums lightly.
You ponder the question.
You shake your head.
You say, 'You's are all weird..'
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Cerises perches on the elf's shoulder.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Llauron smirks.
Llauron gets a distracted look in his eye.
You whisper, 'See.. the humans.. they's the weirdest of them all...'.
You whisper, 'I don't think I trust them.'.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Cerises eyes Folith suspiciously.
Llauron points to his ear and shrugs.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron says, 'Ni' alghhiel tauthr mnioer' t'
Llauron nods.
Llauron smirks.
You bat your eyelashes.
You say, 'I didn't understand a word yous said, elfie..'
Llauron asks, 'Tuatha ailier aui reils?'
Llauron blinks innocently at you.
You ask, 'Can't yous talk straight?'
Llauron asks you, 'TUATHA ailier aui REILS??'
Llauron pants heavily, he must have been working hard.
You say, 'Even aye can talk like the weird looking bigguns...'
Llauron throws his hands skyward and beggings mumbling again.
You wrinkle your nose in disdain at Folith.
You say, 'They's ugly too...'
Llauron peers at you intently.
You say, 'Now, us fae..'
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron smirks.
You say, 'We's pretty-uns.'
Cerises flutters her wings.
Llauron hums lightly.
Llauron yawns.
Llauron glances around indiferently.
You frown disapprovingly.
Cerises hops off the elf's shoulder.
Llauron allows his eyes to rest on the faerie.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron asks you, 'Tuatha aui?'
You raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
You ask, 'Wotcha?'
Llauron asks you, 'Mnielior aii d'dgriel?'
You say, 'Yous talk like this.'
You say, 'Heellllloooo....'
You ask, 'See?'
You say, 'It's not hard.'
Llauron blinks innocently.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
You say, 'Maybe you should practice sometime.'
You nod.
Llauron says to you, 'Kisah aui cer.'
You ponder the question.
You say, 'Kisah's a city.'
You nod.
You say, 'An elfie city.'
You smile happily.
You ask, 'Yous from there?'
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Kisah!'
You nod.
Llauron says to you, 'Kisah aui cer.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron asks you, 'd'Stonegate nieli?'
You say, 'Stonegate's a city too.'
You say, 'This city here.'
Llauron blinks innocently.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Stonegate!'
You say, 'It smells bad cos 'a all the biggun humans.'
Llauron glances around and motions to the city.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron blinks innocently.
You nod.
You say, 'It's this here city.'
You say, 'Humans.'
You poke Folith in the ribs.
Llauron scratches his head.
You say, 'Smell bad.'
Cerises holds her nose.
Llauron asks, 'Smeel?'
You nod.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
You say, 'You know, with yer nose.'
Cerises pinches the elf's nose.
Llauron sputters.
Llauron swats the faerie's hand away.
You snicker softly.
Llauron sighs.
Llauron looks resolute..
Llauron asks you, 'd'Stonegate nieli?'
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Kisah aui cer!'
You bat your eyelashes.
Llauron taps his chest.
You say, 'Yes, Kisah...'
Cerises looks blank.
Llauron nods.
Llauron says to you, 'Kisah.. aui ... cer.'
You ask, 'Yous from Kisah?'
Llauron taps his chest, as if indicating himself.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron asks you, 'frum?'
You nod.
You ask, 'It's where yer born?'
Llauron asks you, 'uos?'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
You ask, 'Me?'
You point at yourself, obviously very confused.
Llauron shrugs at the faerie, as if not understanding.
You say, 'I'm not from Kisah.. silly elfie town...'
You snicker softly.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Kisah!'
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Cerises cocks her head to the side.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Aienae Kisah cer!'
Llauron must like you a great deal to beam at you so broadly!
You say, 'Erm..'
Llauron says to you, 'Stonegate... nae aienae.'
Llauron grimaces painfully at the thought.
You say, 'Nono, Stonegate is smelly and bad.'
You wrinkle your nose.
Llauron asks you, 'd'Stonegate nieli?'
Llauron asks, 'smeele?'
You nod.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron points to his nose.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Llauron peers at you intently.
You say, 'Yes, smelly. It smells bad like stinky sewers.'
You point at a scruffy mutt.
You say, 'Smell him.'
You say, 'He smells nasty...'
Llauron bends down and sniffs at the dog.
Llauron grimaces painfully at the thought.
You nod at Llauron.
A scruffy mutt leaves north.
Cerises watches as the dog runs off.
Llauron blinks innocently.
Llauron grimaces painfully at the thought.
Llauron nods.
Llauron exclaims, 'AHA!'
Llauron says to you, 'smeele... ddieloi'
You say, 'Erm.. yeah.'
You smile happily.
Llauron shakes his head.
Llauron says to you, 'd'ddieloi'
Llauron says to you, 'smeele.'
Llauron nods.
Cerises grins, showing tiny pointed teeth.
You ask, 'Stonegate d'ddieloi?'
Folith sneezes.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron peers intently at Folith.
You giggle in his presence.
Folith peers intently at Llauron.
Folith looks all around.
You whisper, 'He's sneezy cause he smells bad.'.
You snicker softly.
Folith peers intently at A Stonegate Guard.
Llauron whispers, 'smeelz..'
You nod at Llauron.
Llauron whispers, 'bad?'
You whisper, 'D'ddieloi.'.
Llauron asks you, 'smeele?'
You nod.
Cerises points to her nose.
Llauron peers intently at Folith.
Llauron says to Folith, 'smeele.'
Folith bursts into tears.
Llauron asks you, 'nae d'Stonegate nieli?'
Llauron asks you, 'Kisah, nae?'
You ask, 'Wot?'
Llauron asks, 'wot?'
You say, 'I'se don't know wot you mean, elfie.'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Melchiah has arrived, riding on a knabstrup horse.
Melchiah dismounts from a knabstrup horse.
Melchiah yawns.
Melchiah sits down and rests.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Melchiah looks at Llauron.
You say, 'He..'
You point at Melchiah.
Llauron asks you, 'd'Stonegate nieli??'
You say, 'Is only half as bad.'
Melchiah says, '...'
Llauron says, 'bad..'
You say, 'Cause he's part elfie like you.. and yous don't smell.'
Llauron asks, 'elfee?'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
You nod.
Llauron peers at you intently.
You say, 'Yous an elfie.'
You point at Llauron.
Llauron taps his chest and stares back to the faerie.
You say, 'And I'se a fae.'
Cerises flutters her wings.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
You say, 'And he..'
You point at Folith.
You say, 'Is a smelly human.'
Llauron says, 'hoomun.'
You nod.
You say, 'Smelly.'
Melchiah stands up.
Melchiah quietly incants the words, 'feles oculusi'.
Melchiah's pupils narrow to a slit.
Melchiah hops on a knabstrup horse's back.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'smeele!'
You nod.
You smile at him.
Llauron clears his throat then taps his chest.
You say, 'And he's a halfie..'
You nudge him.
Llauron says to you, 'Gielfil.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron taps his chest.
Llauron points to the faerie.
Llauron says, 'Feiia.'
Melchiah dismounts from a knabstrup horse.
Melchiah quietly incants the words, 'tenebrae parma'.
Melchiah has created a shield made of darkness.
Melchiah uses a blot of inky darkness as a shield.
Melchiah hops on a knabstrup horse's back.
Llauron points to the human.
Llauron says to you, 'Mn-dwol.'
You ponder the question.
Araltizario has arrived.
Araltizario gives a quiet grunt in acknowledgement.
Llauron says to you, 'd'Gielfil cer.'
Llauron nods.
In faeril, you say 'I like to call them smelly.'
You smile happily.
Llauron points to himself.
Araltizario asks, 'Do any of y'all have an adult faerie I could buy to
accompany me on my journeys?'
You blink innocently at Araltizario.
You ask, 'Why's you want a faerie?'
Araltizario says, 'a f-a-e-r-i-e'
Araltizario says, 'They are smart and funny to travel with.'
You say, 'Well, I'm not travelling with any humans.'
You scoff.
Araltizario says, 'And they help me gain the most from my training that I
posibly can.'
Araltizario tightens his grip on a small sword, named Bloody Loss.
Melchiah yawns.
Araltizario auctions 'I am looking to buy an adult faerie, name your own price
if you have one to sell.'
You poke him in the ribs.
Araltizario gasps in astonishment.
Salja auctions 'I don't think Cerises is for sale..'
Llauron peers around himself intently.
Llauron sighs.
Araltizario grasps a flaming short sword in his right hand.
Araltizario tightens his grip on a flaming short sword.
You say, 'I'se don't think yous should be sellin' fae anyway.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Llauron peers westward.
Araltizario sighs.
Melchiah yawns.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron sighs.
Araltizario yells 'NOOOOOOOOO!!'
Araltizario's eyes start tearing up, his fists clench, and he starts to panic.
Araltizario leaves north.
You boggle at the concept.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron peers around himself intently.
In faeril, you say 'Weird human...'
A mouse has arrived.
You blink innocently at A mouse.
A mouse blinks innocently at you.
Llauron asks, 'Giomn ei ael?'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
A mouse leaves east.
You raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
Llauron opens his mouth to yell.
Llauron says to you, 'Giomn.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You ask, 'Wots a giomn?'
You nod.
You ask, 'Wots that?'
You ponder the question.
Cerises looks inside the elf's mouth.
Llauron blinks innocently.
Llauron sighs.
Llauron begins to look desperate.
Llauron says, 'nae nieli tuaaiem.'
You say, 'I'se don't know wot yer saying elfie...'
Llauron sighs.
Llauron says, 'wot.'
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Llauron says, 'wot elfee..'
Melchiah yawns.
You say, 'Yous an elfie.'
You point at Llauron.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron says, 'Yus an elfee.'
You say, 'No, I'se a faerie.'
Llauron blinks innocently.
Cerises points to herself.
You say, 'Faerie.'
Melchiah looks at you.
You point at Llauron.
You say, 'Elfie.'
Llauron asks, 'Iz a faree?'
You smile happily.
You shake your head.
You say, 'Nono.'
You point at Llauron.
Llauron says, 'nono'
You say, 'Elfie.'
Llauron says, 'elfee.'
Llauron taps his chest.
You nod.
Melchiah sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron asks, 'faree?'
Llauron points at you. How rude!
You nod at Llauron.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Feiia!'
Llauron points at you. How rude!
Cerises grins, showing tiny pointed teeth.
You ask, 'Yous call me a feiia?'
Llauron says to Llauron, 'Gielfil.'
Mercatox has arrived.
A lion has arrived.
Llauron points at you. How rude!
Llauron says to you, 'Feiia... faree.'
Mercatox says, 'Greetings, everyone.'
Llauron nods.
You say, 'Ooh.. yous call elfies.. erm..'
Melchiah nods at Mercatox.
Llauron says to you, 'elfee... Gielfil.'
You say, 'Yous call elfies gieeelllfil.'
You nod.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Gielfil!'
You are cheered on by Llauron... you feel so loved!
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You smile happily.
You ask, 'Wot yous call halfies?'
Mercatox tilts his head to the side as he eavesdrop.
Llauron asks you, 'halfee?'
You say, 'They's halfies.'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Cerises points to Melchiah and Mercatox.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Melchiah mutters something quietly to himself.
Llauron glances over the half-elves.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron says to you, 'Gielfil nae d'Mn-dwol.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You snicker softly.
You say, 'Okay.'
You say, 'I'se just call them halfies. That's easier to say.'
Llauron says to you, 'Halfee... Giefil nae d'Mn-dwol.'
Llauron nods.
Mercatox just shakes his head.
Mercatox leaves north.
A lion leaves north.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron says to you, 'halfee...'
Llauron grunts loadly then chuckles.
Melchiah gets a purple mushroom from A satchel.
Melchiah leaves north, riding on a knabstrup horse.
Llauron asks you, 'Gielfil nae d'Mn-dwol.. smeele?'
You ponder the question.
You say, 'Only half as smelly.'
Llauron asks you, 'haf?'
You nod.
You say, 'Half is not quite as much.'
Cerises pulls her arms apart, then brings them closer together.
Llauron asks, 'hiyel Gielfil nae d'Mn-dwol... haf?'
You nod.
You say, 'They's half a gielfil and half a mn'dwol.'
Llauron asks you, 'Gielfil a Mn-dwol... haf?'
You nod.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron says to you, 'haf smeele.'
Cerises grins, showing tiny pointed teeth.
Llauron says to you, 'haf d'aienae.'
You ask, 'Wots a aienae?'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron wraps his harms around himself and smiles warmly.
Llauron peers at you intently.
You ponder the question.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron ponts to his face, which holds a whistful and longing expression, as if he
was in love.
You ask, 'Erm.. aienae is.. good stuff..?'
Llauron asks you, 'good stuhf?'
You nod.
You say, 'Like blue-haired fae, and flowers, and puppies.'
Llauron asks you, 'd'anienae... good stuhf?'
You say, 'I'se don't know. But it sounds like it.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Kisah aienae cer!'
Llauron beams broadly at nothing in particular.
Llauron sighs longingly.
You ask, 'Ooh.. Kisah is good?'
You say, 'And happy. It's... home.'
You smile happily.
Llauron says to you, 'good? Aye... aienae.'
Llauron asks you, 'hom?'
You say, 'Home is where you live. It's Kisah for you.'
Llauron says to you, 'Kisah.. cweliel.'
You ask, 'Cweliel?'
Llauron points to a house building.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You nod.
Llauron grins playfully.
Llauron says to you, 'Kisah d'cweliel.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron sighs.
You say, 'I'se should teach you fae. It's a lot better language than the silly
biggun talk.'
You snicker softly.
Llauron asks you, 'Feiia?'
You nod.
In faeril, you say 'Like this.'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron says to you, 'Feiia d'fa-miena..'
You ask, 'Fae-miena?'
You bat your eyelashes.
Llauron grimaces and gets a look of frustration on his face.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron points to a stone.
Llauron picks up the stone and attempts to crush it, but cannot.
Llauron drops the stone.
Llauron knocks on the stone and look sup to the faerie.
You raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
You say, 'I'se don't get it.'
Llauron says something in an oddly musical language you don't understand.
Llauron blinks innocently.
Llauron points to the stone again.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Cerises peers at the stone.
Llauron presses and knocks on the stone.
You say, 'I'se not a rock silly.'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron peers at you intently.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Feiia hiyel d'fa-miena!'
Cerises cocks her head to the side.
Llauron attempts to correct his previous statement.
Llauron points to the rock, then points to the faerie's mouth.
You bat your eyelashes.
You say, 'I talk...'
You ponder the question.
Llauron then grimaces and attempts to speak soemthign that would spound
"faeish", but fails miserably, then points back to the solid rock.
You ask, 'Yous mean talking like a fae is hard?'
Llauron peers at you intently.
In faeril, you say 'It's not hard, it's easy.'
Llauron says to you, 'Feiia.. '
You smile happily.
Llauron grimaces painfully at the thought.
Llauron points to himself and shakes his head.
Llauron chuckles politely.
Cerises grins, showing tiny pointed teeth.
You say, 'You just need wings.. you'd talk like a fae in no time.'
Llauron asks you, 'wingz?'
You gesture and glittering dust swirls around Llauron and his feet rise off the
ground.
You exclaim, 'Fly!'
Llauron gasps in astonishment.
Llauron looks down to the ground and repeats the word "wingz".
You ask, 'Can yous talk like a fae any better now?'
Llauron peers at you intently.
In faeril, you say 'Talk like this.'
You smile happily.
Llauron asks you, 'Faree?'
You nod.
Llauron attempts to repeat the faerie but cannot.
You frown disapprovingly.
Llauron sighs.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
You say, 'Maybe it's hard cos yer so big...'
Llauron says to you, 'Nae tuaaiem Feiia.'
You say, 'You should shrink to fae size.'
You nod.
Llauron asks you, 'sizz?'
You nod.
You say, 'Size.'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
You say, 'It's how big you are.'
You say, 'Like.. I'se small.'
Llauron peers at you intently.
Cerises holds two fingers close together.
Llauron says to you, 'smahl.'
You say, 'And yous and those other bigguns are big.'
Cerises stretches her arms out wide.
Llauron asks you, 't'niel... smahl?'
You say, 'Erm..'
You nod.
Llauron asks you, 'biggunz?'
You say, 'Yous a biggun.'
You point at Llauron.
You say, 'And he's a biggun.'
You point at A Stonegate Guard.
Llauron points to himself.
Llauron shakes his head.
Llauron says to you, 'Gielfil.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron points at himself, obviously very confused.
You say, 'But.. yous big.'
Llauron asks you, 'big?'
Cerises stretches her arms out wide.
You say, 'Big.'
Llauron says to you, 'ahah!! big... t'mio'
You smile happily.
Llauron points to the faerie.
Llauron says to you, 't'niel'
You say, 'So yous and humans and other bigguns are.. t'mio..uns...'
You snicker softly.
Llauron points at himself, obviously very confused.
Llauron says to you, 't'mio.'
You nod.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron asks you, 't'mio-uns?'
Llauron smirks.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You smile happily.
Llauron exclaims to you, 't'mio-uns!'
Llauron chuckles politely.
Llauron tickles you - ho ho ho.
You giggle.
Llauron asks you, 't'niel-uns?'
Llauron peers at you intently.
You ponder the question.
You nod.
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
Llauron must like you a great deal to beam at you so broadly!
Llauron says to you, 'Elfee big.'
You nod.
You say, 'And faerie small.'
Llauron says to you, 'faree smahl..'
Llauron says to you, 'a Feiia t'niel.'
Llauron nods.
You nod.
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron shakes his head.
Llauron says to you, 'Feiia d't'niel.'
Llauron nods.
Llauron smirks.
Llauron says to you, 'feiia... t'niel... nae.'
Llauron says to you, 'feiia... t'niel-uns... nae.'
Llauron blushes.
Cerises grins, showing tiny pointed teeth.
Llauron says, 'Feiia... d't'niel.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You nod.
Llauron says to you, 'a Gielfil... t'mio-uns? ... nae.'
Llauron says to you, 'Gielfil... d't'mio.'
Llauron nods.
You nod.
Llauron asks you, 'Gobbo?'
Llauron snickers softly.
You shudder at the horror and repress tears.
Llauron asks you, 'd't'mio?'
You say, 'Gobbos..'
Llauron comforts you.
Llauron grimaces painfully at the thought.
You say, 'They's pull off wings.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Llauron peers around himself intently.
Cerises flutters her wings.
You say, 'Wings.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You say, 'S'wot makes a fae a fae.'
Melchiah has arrived.
A knabstrup horse has arrived.
Melchiah hops on a knabstrup horse's back.
You say, 'Them gobbos are mean and pulls them off.'
Llauron says to you, 'Feiia... wingz... dionaa.'
Melchiah grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
Llauron exclaims to you, 'gobbos smeele!'
You nod at Llauron..and then nod again.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'd'dieloi!'
You say, 'They's smell worse than the humans.'
Llauron exclaims to you, 'd'ddieloi!'
Llauron gasps in astonishment.
Llauron exclaims to you, 'Ehioni cer!'
Llauron sighs.
Llauron frowns.
Llauron sobs in misery.
You ask, 'Wots wrong?'
Llauron taps himself on the chest.
Llauron says to you, 'cer.'
Llauron nods.
You ask, 'Cer?'
Llauron says to you, 'ehioni....'
Llauron points away, and stands.
Melchiah leaves south, riding on a knabstrup horse.
Llauron stands up.
Llauron sighs.
Llauron says to you, 'cer... Llauron.'
Llauron nods.
Llauron taps his chest.
You ponder the question.
Llauron glances back and forth from the road to the faerie.
You ask, 'That's yous name?'
Llauron sits down and thinks deeply.
Llauron shrugs helplessly.
Llauron waves goodbye to you. Have a good journey.
You wave goodbye to Llauron.
Llauron says to you, 'Ehioni cer.'
Llauron nods at you in agreement.
You say, 'Bye elfie.'
Llauron bows before you.
Llauron says to you, 'ghiel Feiia.'
Llauron nods.
Llauron waves happily.
Llauron leaves south.
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This log is really funny if you consider the mating ritual of Tow.  People will fight to the death to mate the elf they want, and if an elf has many suitors, well.. things get ugly.
Here's the log, mailed in to me recently:

The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
'My pleasant little sanctuary is starting to feel like a prison.  But, I can deal with it.  Especially if... people keep coming to visit me.'
Someone knocks on the door from the other side.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf glances over at the door.
You tell the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman in towskish:
'No lack of visitors tonight.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman turns to the door with a slightly
raised eybrow.
You chuckle.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman opens the door.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says in towskish:
 'Yes?'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says in towskish:
 'Is anyone there?'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf has arrived from the south.

The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman's eyes widen slightly.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf bows before you.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf bows before the fragile, inky-black haired
elf woman.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf bows slightly to the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned
elf.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'Ikari... how are you.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf looks down at the fragile, inky-black haired
elf woman.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf looks down at you.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf clasps his hands behind his back.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'I... this is a surprise.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'I am well, Lady MendiKu. I was told I could find you here. I wished to give you this.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf holds out a garland of flowers to the
fragile, inky-black haired elf woman.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman holds out her hand, accepting the
flowers with a slow nod.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf stops using a wrist-garland of exotic blue
flowers.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf gives a wrist-garland of exotic blue flowers
to the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman tells the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned
elf softly in towskish:
 'Thank you, Ikari.  That is... very kind of you.'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'They're beautiful.'
You think: hmmmmm....
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'They are a token of my affection, Lady MendiKu. The colors of House Kondei to grace your supple wrist.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman's jaw drops a bit as she looks up at
the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf in wonder.
You ask the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf in towskish:
'Things went well with your sister then?'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly and hesitantly in towskish:
 'Thank you, again... I'm not sure what to say.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'I have been given leave from Lady Kondei to once again display my love for you, Orinna.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods at you.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells you in towskish:
 'Yes, Lord Inquisitor.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman blushes lightly, looking down at the
floor quickly.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'I wished to make my feelings known to you and to once again apologize for my unacceptable behavior in the past.'
You tell the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf in towskish:
'I'm glad to hear that.  '
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman tells the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned
elf softly in towskish:
 'You are forgiven, thank you for the gift.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods, his eyes gleaming slightly as he stands
quietly, his hands clasped before him.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman looks around awkwardly.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'Would you like a glass of wine? Either of you?'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'I would appreciate the refreshment, Orinna.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman nods, moving to the crate.
You tell the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman in towskish:
'No I'll pass, thank you.'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'My furniture and things are coming.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods affirmatively.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman crouches a bit, rummaging in the crate.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman gets a white-labelled bottle of red
wine from a large wooden crate.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman gets a glass of red wine from a large
wooden crate.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'I am sure you will be able to make it quite hospitable with little effort, Orinna.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman opens her mouth to speak, closing it
abruptly.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman gives a glass of red wine to the
emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods affirmatively.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman in towskish:
 'Thank you, Orinna.'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'I have a bottle if you run low.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf holds a glass of red wine in his secondary
hand.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf sips wine from a glass of red wine.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf looks thoughtfully over at the emerald-eyed,
ebon-skinned elf.
You think: Hmmm... is this an improvement?
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells you in towskish:
 'It has come to my attention that seek to better understand me, Lord Inquisitor.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman sits on the carpet before the
fireplace, crossing her legs at the ankles.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman sits.
You tell the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf in towskish:
'Hmm, I don't really recall saying that, but all right.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman rubs at her forehead with her
fingertips.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells you in towskish:
 'I see. It appears I have been misinformed. Disregard my query, then.'
You tell the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf in towskish:
'Well, I voiced concerns about you to your sister, since she wanted to know how
things had been while she was gone.  That's about as far as it went, and
apparently it's not an issue now.'
Someone knocks on the door from the other side.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods affirmatively.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman looks up at the door in horror.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman stands up.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf raises a brow.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman rises to her feet, moving quietly to
the door.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman unlocks the door.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman opens the door.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'Yes?'
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf glances curiously out the door.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf lets his eyes narrow.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf has arrived from the south.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf bows smoothly.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'Lord Sole.'
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf nods curtly.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman bows slightly.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf smiles pleasantly at the fragile, inky-black
haired elf woman.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf glances from the fragile, inky-black haired elf
woman to the middle-aged, blond-haired elf to the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned
elf.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman
in towskish:
 'Lady MendiKu.'
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf bows slightly to the middle-aged, blond-haired
elf.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman stands at the door glancing briefly
outside in confusion.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf bows before you.
the middle-aged, blond-haired elf says in towskish:
 'Lord Inquisitor and Lord Kondei.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman opens her mouth to speak but just
closes it and the door.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman closes the door.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf tells the middle-aged, blond-haired elf in
towskish:
 'Lord Sole.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman asks the middle-aged, blond-haired elf
in towskish:
 'How can I help you Lord Sole?'
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman
in towskish:
 'Sorry to disturb at this late hour, I just felt an urge to pay you a visit. Your health hasn't been the best of lately.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman tells the middle-aged, blond-haired elf
softly in towskish:
 'That is true.  But I am quite well now, thank you.'
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman
in towskish:
 'I hope I don't disturb all too much.'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman tells the middle-aged, blond-haired elf
softly in towskish:
 'Not at all, My Lord.'
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf beams a smile at the fragile, inky-black
haired elf woman.
The emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf stands quietly.
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman looks around with a dumbfounded
expression.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf tells the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman
in towskish:
 'Well, it seems like I intruded on some coversation of some sorts by coming here. Perhaps I should leave again. Though I need to speak with you soon my lady.'
Someone knocks on the door from the other side.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says softly in towskish:
 'I....'
You blink in utter disbelief.
You say in towskish:
'Uhh....'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman looks to the door.
The statuesque, stormy-eyed elf stares at the door.
The middle-aged, blond-haired elf glances around at the door.
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says in towskish:
 'What is going on here!?'
The fragile, inky-black haired elf woman opens the door.
the middle-aged, blond-haired elf says in towskish:
 'No idea, I came here alone.'
the emerald-eyed, ebon-skinned elf says in towskish:
 'This is most unusual.'
the fragile, inky-black haired elf woman says in towskish:
 'What!?'
The rugged, stubble-haired elven man has arrived from the south.
The rugged, stubble-haired elven man walks in and suddenly blinks in surprise.
The rugged, stubble-haired elven man bows from inside the doorway.
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