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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 9:40 pm
by modicom
finnily stops eating all thats left of the ablle is the jusice left on my hands the stem seeds and core seem to have gone down with the rest8
THAnk YOU !! that taste gooo!
*pulls out a brand new eye of zoom and hands it to the person that gave him the apple* for you!
mommy i heare something on exploring???
Wandering lizard
Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 9:15 pm
by Rakana
One particular guest seemed to be in quite a good mood. The Cabilisian Necromanceress soon made her appearance, entering into the room with Pria and the others from the direction of the gardens. She was dressed in rather light robes split at the chest, no doubt the lizard-woman returning from sunning herself.
Her tail lashed lightly as she looked about the room, eyes scanning any others who might be there. Despite how odd it might have been for an Iksar, let alone one of the Brood of Kotiz, to be in a Paladin's home, she looked completely at ease being on such hollowed ground. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth briefly.
"...hmm...too bad...they must be up and about already...strange, strange softskinsss..." she mutters to herself as she looks about.
Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:29 pm
by modicom
*8 looks at the iskar in awww*
WOOW coollLL!
8beggains to poke the iskars tail and and exzamin her feet*
your ammazing! what are you! who ArE YOU!
Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:57 am
by Rakana
Thankfully for the health of the gnome, Rakana had just finished sunning herself, and was in a fine mood. Despite how much she really did respect and care about the Paladin's and Summoner's wishes, the urge to suck out the little gnome's life-force was strong. But, adhering to the promises she made, a mere scalding glare was given to the small softskin.
"....off. Now." Her words, and tone, made it clear that it was not a request. Few would dare touch one of her calling in such a way, even in Cabilis. Her tail visibly lashed as she stared down at Modicom.
The Iksar soon took to searching about for any sort of refreshment, tongue briefly tasting the air every now and then.
"I am an Iksar..." she finally called out to the gnome. As a scholar, she couldn't let ignorance stand, after all. She doesn't volunteer more however.