[Killing Spree]

...it seems at times that the only thing driving you is your love of adventure...


To continue forever,
Without any pause,
A timeless endeavor,
Without any cause.

The Herald Cries!

• Rumors of brutal human sacrifices south of Grella!
• Elves of Irony south-bound, seeking aid!
• Kobolds sighted near Seeker's Lake!
• River-Rest taken by unknown hairy creatures!
• Conspiricies in Talever!
• Incurable poisons in the trinity!
• Extra! Macadere - Mindless myth?

It seems a few of you have run away. I believe only one of you left an excuse. Official knock-outs will be held at the initiation of chapter four and re-entry fee is a box of cinnamon pop-tarts.

...Murdock...Fate. Bliss or sorrow?

~She groaned at her responsibility.~ "Ooohh... Do I have to Murdock? Please, let me sleep in!" ~She huffed and slowly regained her feet. She inhaled deeply and looked you in the eye defiantly.~ "You just want me to suffer, now don't you?" ~She sighed and leaned against you.~ "Make a lady spin into oblivion and all you can do is remind her of her chores." ~She pouted and cried out.~ "And I was so nice and warm you terrible cruel man! Humph." ~She took a long stride to where her blade lay, crouching down and picking it up. She looked at you with a soft weary smile.~ "When the deed is done I will find you. Just stay at home to-night." ~She resheathed her dagger.~ "Pack up all the worldly possessions you need." ~She winked, stepping to the mouth of the alley.~ "Keep those arms open for me." ~She then slipped into the shadows and out of sight.~

...Mistral...Walking through the haunted catacombs of your past.

~Hart held up a curious hand.~ "Wait little fey'ri, your voice is so very uncertain! Do you not know what you are?" ~Oriana spoke softly.~ "Perhaps she does not understand our words dear Hart. I do not believe the tieflings are common in the view of men." ~Hart nodded and smiled to Silas.~ "Could you please explain then Silas, to our guest, what it is we label. You are ever so keen on such definitions!" ~Silas smiled broad as Hart laughed. Silas turned to you.~ "A tiefling is simply a humanoid with outside blood. In yours and Brier's case, a golden dragon. The tieflings are then divided into the elvish fey'ri and the orcish tanarukk." ~He looked at his boots.~ "Apologies if you already knew that, but you did seem a might confused." ~Brier smiled weakly.~

...Arleth...The ground you walk on wishes to trip you.

~Thyron was still snoring loudly when you woke up. You yawned, stretching, then realised that Savannah's bedroll was empty. You sat up and quizically scanned the area. You saw her, but eh... Apparently you'd awoken at a... Problematic time... Savannah's eyes locked with yours and she yelped, trying to cover herself up with her tunic. Well all right, she wasn't completely naked. I mean, below the belt she was perfectly covered but Savannah was a modest girl and well, gee... She whispered harshly so as not to awake Thyron to further the embarassment.~ "Don't just sit there and gawk! Turn around!" ~Her cheeks were turning beet read.~

...Lerris...An epic quest... Just for the heck of it!

~The busy waitress turned to you.~ "Well'n me lord, I'd recco-mend the pop-tarts but I doubt ye'd be lisnen ta me. Just be quick about yer orderin', I taint gots a hol lotta time ta be tarryin'. Gots ta make me money if ya knows what I be sayin."

[ 02-04-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]