If you can't show an orc how to be civiliced by exmply... why would a perv personality change after indulging in its vices?
He might change indeed, but I doubt the change would be for the better. Perhaps Sarenrae's clergy would be a better option for seeking redemption?
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He's not all that subtle is he my dear?err no... but I like to think of myself still a bit innocent... also I know that kind of things don't work...
If you can't show an orc how to be civiliced by exmply... why would a perv personality change after indulging in its vices?
You know I have a good friend who happens to be an orc, and I assure you he resembles that remark. One never changes by indulging ones vices, best to starve them of their deranged hungers. At least thats what I would do. But of course if we did that to every perv... well then men everywhere would be most lonely indeed. ;p
But of course if we did that to every perv... well then men everywhere would be most lonely indeed. ;p
Sounds like a lost cause to try to redeem pervs when you put it that way.
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But of course if we did that to every perv... well then men everywhere would be most lonely indeed. ;pSounds like a lost cause to try to redeem pervs when you put it that way.
Oh no my dear, just requires the patience of a saint. Everyone has a little "perv" in them, you just have to scratch deep enough. But understand my desire for equal companionship in a loving, nurturing relationship is considered perverse by drow standards.
The ideas are still there.I can live with that, as long as they remain in your head only...
That might be a problem. As a psionicist, I tend to change reality according to my thoughts.
*blushes at the it of grasphic descriptions* err that sounds painful...*mumble grumble* are you trying to convince me to try to redeem those personalities?
Painful? Quite the opposite.
And I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You're the one with the redeemer complex and all that.
If you can't show an orc how to be civiliced by exmply... why would a perv personality change after indulging in its vices?
So you're an expert on the intricacies of the mind now, dear?
Your error lies in thinking that emotions control me. I'm not a wilder. Those amateurs. My mind and I, we understand each other.
That might be a problem. As a psionicist, I tend to change reality according to my thoughts.
*she shudders visibly, taking a step back* I'd ask you to get those thoughts out of your head if I wasn't so sure it's a trap.
And I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You're the one with the redeemer complex and all that.
I'd be more worried about her if she wasn't already aware you're just trying to mess with her head.
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You know I have a good friend who happens to be an orc, and I assure you he resembles that remark. One never changes by indulging ones vices, best to starve them of their deranged hungers. At least thats what I would do. But of course if we did that to every perv... well then men everywhere would be most lonely indeed. ;p
oh well, sigh.. I suppose I would have to content myself with cleaving every orc, I suppose its easier
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Painful? Quite the opposite.
And I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You're the one with the redeemer complex and all that.
still... I don't see how letting me tied and waxed and done other things would serve to help redeem people... also that is for the people of Sarenrae as dear Gotlieb just said
So you're an expert on the intricacies of the mind now, dear?
Your error lies in thinking that emotions control me. I'm not a wilder. Those amateurs. My mind and I, we understand each other.
well I had seen orcs killed, that attacked me after I healed them... which caused other grievous situations, but not case on dwelling on the past *which she clearly does* so I work with examples... and the teachings of my goddess, reedemption goes in hand with change not indulging on vice
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Painful? Quite the opposite.
And I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You're the one with the redeemer complex and all that.
still... I don't see how letting me tied and waxed and done other things would serve to help redeem people... also that is for the people of Sarenrae as dear Gotlieb just said
well I had seen orcs killed, that attacked me after I healed them... which caused other grievous situations, but not case on dwelling on the past *which she clearly does* so I work with examples... and the teachings of my goddess, reedemption goes in hand with change not indulging on viceSo you're an expert on the intricacies of the mind now, dear?
Your error lies in thinking that emotions control me. I'm not a wilder. Those amateurs. My mind and I, we understand each other.
Well now I must admit to agreeing with the jester *mutters somthing about hell freezing over undr his breath* in that it doesn't have to be painfull, and you never do know if you like somthing untill you've tried it. Not that I'm suggesting you submit to our friends advances mind you... just to keep an open mind about pleasure, your goddess does allow you to enjoy life as a reward for your dedication does she not?
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That might be a problem. As a psionicist, I tend to change reality according to my thoughts.*she shudders visibly, taking a step back* I'd ask you to get those thoughts out of your head if I wasn't so sure it's a trap.
And I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You're the one with the redeemer complex and all that.I'd be more worried about her if she wasn't already aware you're just trying to mess with her head.
Don't fear his powers are only effective against those of less will power than himself, and you're a strong willed lady. Aren't you?
*runs his hand across her arm as he speaks*
Well now I must admit to agreeing with the jester *mutters somthing about hell freezing over undr his breath* in that it doesn't have to be painfull
*she suddenly jumps at the freezing cold coming from the ground under her feet* What happened? Is it just me or the floor just got all too cold?
Don't fear his powers are only effective against those of less will power than himself, and you're a strong willed lady. Aren't you? *runs his hand across her arm as he speaks*
*she smiles shyly at the drow's caress, turning her attention away from the jester for a moment* I know, don't worry. It's his intent I find unsettling, or his non mind-affecting powers for that matter.
Relax *removes his coat and drapes it over Joannes shoulders* it's just your imagination, his intent is obvious, but I can at least commend him for being honest about that. *smiles at the bard* There warmer now?
Uhm yeah, thanks... do you actually wear a coat underneath a cloak? The darklands must be a colder place than I thought.
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Relax *removes his coat and drapes it over Joannes shoulders* it's just your imagination, his intent is obvious, but I can at least commend him for being honest about that. *smiles at the bard* There warmer now?Uhm yeah, thanks... do you actually wear a coat underneath a cloak? The darklands must be a colder place than I thought.
*laughs* The cloak is thin and mostly for style, my coat is a little thicker, made from tanned blue dragon hide, and helps keep me dry as well as warm. *snaps a sharp bow before stepping back* you may keep it as long as you need.
Thanks, but the cold was rather momentary, I'm fine now. Also I think Jordan might need it more than I right now.
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*laughs* The cloak is thin and mostly for style, my coat is a little thicker, made from tanned blue dragon hide, and helps keep me dry as well as warm. *snaps a sharp bow before stepping back* you may keep it as long as you need.
I noticed... that explains the cold and why it was soo thin...
Thanks, but the cold was rather momentary, I'm fine now. Also I think Jordan might need it more than I right now.
for covering? it woudl be gopod for the cold... already sovled that... long time ago *Endure Elements FTW!*
and well I have my mind open, but while not condoning such acts of... err... 'pleasure', she doesn't promote them... I don't care what some rummors and ill intentioned persons say about the 11 Acts...
for covering? it woudl be gopod for the cold... already sovled that... long time ago *Endure Elements FTW!*
I was rather thinking for modesty, you know how that jester has a thing for form-fitting, shiny armor.
I don't care what some rummors and ill intentioned persons say about the 11 Acts...
*she can't help giggling at the note* I swear we know nothing about that joke back at home.
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I was rather thinking for modesty, you know how that jester has a thing for form-fitting, shiny armor.
actually he left me only wearing this cloak... so yes I woudl thank the coat... still i will need the cloak :S
*she can't help giggling at the note* I swear we know nothing about that joke back at home.
its not a joke! its heresy! calumny!!! its evil!!
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"Hmm...personally, such thoughts really don't figure in my mentality. While you ladies both are exemplars of graceful curves and symmetry of form, am I to understand that you take 'solace' in my being beyond such lascivious thoughts towards you both?"
"Ah! A conundrum! Ladies such as yourself intentionally create a 'desirable' look for thyselves, and yet, to desire thee is to denigrate thy sex. A most interesting sociological quandary, I must say. Surely, females are the more mentally convoluted of thy species...saving such particular specimens as KaeYoss...his mind quite reminds me of the rather unusual Mobius."
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"What an interesting process...rather like breaking a mount to your touch. Thy tactic seems to be working however, Moorluck. Lady Gottlieb's eyelashes bat and her pupils dilate when you stroke her so. Well done."
"Would thine care to demonstrate upon the Lady Jordan, KaeYoss. Two such examples of 'courting' would do such a venerable being such as myself a great service. Understanding of the various nuances of reaction, counter-reaction and such are such fascinating things to observe."
its not a joke! its heresy! calumny!!! its evil!!
*she snorts* Sorry, but I see no evil in a harmless joke dear.
"Ah! A conundrum! Ladies such as yourself intentionally create a 'desirable' look for thyselves, and yet, to desire thee is to denigrate thy sex.
*she talks as she hands Jordan the coat, conjuring an illusionary changing room for her to put it on in privacy* Sir, there's a difference between 'desiring' and accosting or molesting.
Also, I'd feel better if you weren't addressing us as some lab specimens *she shudders slightly*
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Jordan, if you examine the cloak you'll find it has pockets on the inside that function as little "bags of holding" you may find something else to help with modesty. I am something of a pack rat... just do me the kindness of not mentioning anything else you may find in them. (the pockets do contain some peices of clothing for male and female, as well as a strange assortment of jewelery and weapons)
*turns his back to the dressing room and looks at the host*
I assume that women do such a thing to get our attention, then this gives them the opportunity to socialize with us dtermining whether or not we are sutible companions. And please do stop refering to them as horses my friend... it's insulting.
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Goatlieb, to you it sounds like a joke... but from those who I have heard it... they say it as an offense to her and those who serve the inheritor
*says while changing herself in the illusionary room, all kind of sounds filling the place as she looks in the deep pockets, but true to her word, no sounds leave her lips, until she leaves the room, a quite scantly and tight silk dress blue night against her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but protecting her honro and dignity, her face blushing red... it looks that its more because of what she saw than what she dresses*
good sir, haven't you meet more non-drow women... most of the clothes in there were for for their kind... or well i think so.
*a quite scantly and tight silk dress blue night against her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but protecting her honro and dignity, her face blushing red... it looks that its more because of what she saw than what she dresses*
*her mouth agape, her eyes keep moving from the scantily-clad cleric to the drow* May I... dare I ask why you keep women's clothing in your pockets, sir?
That might be a problem. As a psionicist, I tend to change reality according to my thoughts.*she shudders visibly, taking a step back* I'd ask you to get those thoughts out of your head if I wasn't so sure it's a trap.
Distance is irrelevant, really. What I can do to you at arm's reach I can do to you from three stars away. Well, not quite *all*, but the stuff I can due thanks to my mental powers.
And yes, "get thougts out of your head" is a bad thing to say to a telepath. They'll put them into someone else's head. You seem to be the ideal choice.
I don't know how that will turn out exactly. How will the thoughts translate? Will you be obsessed with the idea of the two uf us spending quality time together? Will you want that cleric over there? Will you want yourself?
I think I'll keep my thought in here. It's its home (the two possible versions of "I T S" used together, and correctly. Speaks volumes about my vast intellect, doesn't it?), and it feels confortable here.
You know I have a good friend who happens to be an orc, and I assure you he resembles that remark. One never changes by indulging ones vices, best to starve them of their deranged hungers. At least thats what I would do. But of course if we did that to every perv... well then men everywhere would be most lonely indeed. ;poh well, sigh.. I suppose I would have to content myself with cleaving every orc, I suppose its easier
Yeah! Kill'em all, let the gods sort'em out, right? It's all for the greater good, so what if some goodly and innocent creatures are harmed and killed in the process? Collateral, right?
and the teachings of my goddess, reedemption goes in hand with change not indulging on vice
I thought you followed Iomedae? Now it's Serenrae all of a sudden?
I thought I was flighty with my religious preferences, and I'm a practising polytheist.
Don't fear his powers are only effective against those of less will power than himself
Yeah. I limit my potential pray to: Creatures.
his intent is obvious, but I can at least commend him for being honest about that.
Don't mind me if I laugh until my sides and jaw hurt at that remark.
I don't care what some rummors and ill intentioned persons say about the 11 Acts...
Yeah, thou shalt not suffer a witch to live! How there those evildoers spread malicious truth?
You know, I witnessed some of the Acts personally, and looked in on others via a certain magical gimmick I found in Varisia.
"Hmm...personally, such thoughts really don't figure in my mentality. While you ladies both are exemplars of graceful curves and symmetry of form, am I to understand that you take 'solace' in my being beyond such lascivious thoughts towards you both?"
"Ah! A conundrum! Ladies such as yourself intentionally create a 'desirable' look for thyselves, and yet, to desire thee is to denigrate thy sex. A most interesting sociological quandary, I must say. Surely, females are the more mentally convoluted of thy species...saving such particular specimens as KaeYoss...his mind quite reminds me of the rather unusual Mobius."
Hey, 'Leth! drop the "thy species" stuff, you're supposed to be one of us, right?
Convoluted? Me? My mind walks a different path, but it is in fact straighter than that of humans, who usually have to lie to themselves constantly about a whole lot of things because they just can't handle the truth (excuse my Nicholson)
I might have been considered "unsound" for a while when I finally went out of the dark, pierced the fog that clouded my mind, but I got past that.
*her mouth agape, her eyes keep moving from the scantily-clad cleric to the drow* May I... dare I ask why you keep women's clothing in your pockets, sir?
The ladies would chase him if he openly carried away the unmentionables he stole from them.
*says while changing herself in the illusionary room, all kind of sounds filling the place as she looks in the deep pockets, but true to her word, no sounds leave her lips, until she leaves the room, a quite scantly and tight silk dress blue night against her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but protecting her honro and dignity, her face blushing red... it looks that its more because of what she saw than what she dresses*
More like it. All that metal is bad for you, right?
Anyway, it seems that you're quite cold. At least, that's often the reason for that particular reaction.
Let's try it out.
*Mind wandering far abroad, redirecting the currents of the wind the way a butterfly does, bringing warmer air hither and chasing away the clouds for the sun to shine through*
Now it's warmer, is it? Oh, but also, a clammy mist seems to have arisen, quite by accident as I haven't forseen this. Rather strong too. My clothes are nearly soaked and cling to my frame.
Oh, not just mine.
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There you are!
*Mind wandering far abroad, redirecting the currents of the wind the way a butterfly does, bringing warmer air hither and chasing away the clouds for the sun to shine through*
Playing around with the climate again? I know that expression of yours! And all when you really should blight those do-gooders. If only you'd put your powers to better uses...
Anyway, I have news, come here for a minute, and put up that mind shield of yours, I'll create the soundproof bubble. And for Hell's sake, cover your mouth when you speak, I wouldn't put it past those clerics and whatnot to read lips.
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Alright, we'll do that.
*Glances over at the rest of the gathering* I just don't get it. I know you can turn the air to hellfire searing up one's lungs, you can turn bone to molten iron and skin to brittle ice, and yet those guys are still standing there, and it seems they're enjoying themselves. Especially the Impersonator's thrall.... Why is she cold? It's warm around here!
Anyway, I'm off. Those blades don't get bloody by themselves, you know.
Don't mind my associate, he's off to undertake some important assassination against some open detractors of Thrune, or Cheliax, or Asmodeus - he doesn't make too big a difference betweent hose.
Where were we?
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Goatlieb, to you it sounds like a joke... but from those who I have heard it... they say it as an offense to her and those who serve the inheritor
*says while changing herself in the illusionary room, all kind of sounds filling the place as she looks in the deep pockets, but true to her word, no sounds leave her lips, until she leaves the room, a quite scantly and tight silk dress blue night against her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but protecting her honro and dignity, her face blushing red... it looks that its more because of what she saw than what she dresses*
good sir, haven't you meet more non-drow women... most of the clothes in there were for for their kind... or well i think so.
*stands in awe of the ensamble the cleric donned before answring Joannes question*
Uhm..Wow...Oh, you were talking to me.Sorry... as I said I am something of a pack rat and have on occasion found myself in the company of female adventurers, women who seem to forget that meeting the local lordling oft requiers something besides chainmail.
*to Jordan*
Oh I've met non drow women... just not many that could fill that paricular dress in such a way... you look increadable.
*bows slightly kissing her hand*
Mentally creates a telekinitic shove, taking care to display no side-effects and look inconspicious, pushing the drow headfirst into the cleric's cleavage
You drow do have weird courtship rituals.
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Mentally creates a telekinitic shove, taking care to display no side-effects and look inconspicious, pushing the drow headfirst into the cleric's cleavage
You drow do have weird courtship rituals.
*removes himself from the cleric's chest, turning to face KaeYoss*
I'm sure the drow courtship is rather strange.But I'm pretty positive it involves whips and chains somewhere...~friend~.
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and the teachings of my goddess, reedemption goes in hand with change not indulging on viceI thought you followed Iomedae? Now it's Serenrae all of a sudden?
I thought I was flighty with my religious preferences, and I'm a practising polytheist.
hey one can learn the best aspects of what one sees, and my goddess acepts those who surrender to her mercy, why not let themselves be redeemed... the aspect is different Sarenrae works diligently TO redeem, we offer the chance... if not acepted you are ok until you mess with us...
and while your notions of an innocent orc are fine.. I suppose you have never had a hord in front of you killing your friends and neighboors... *grits her teeth annotes* and others...
*sigh* besides... I am not murderer, as you said we battle evil
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"Quite the gaff in custom..."
"I do apologize for seeming so analytical Lady Gottlieb, I'm terribly out of sorts in dealing with people. As I said, so few people have ever come by, in some fashion I have often wondered if this weren't some desolate corner of the Demiplane of Dread. Ah well...at least good Moorluck and KaeYoss are quite full of vim. A good thing to see in young folk."
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well clown I have suffered you to live and you fill quite peerfectly the description of the witch... so don't try to play games with my mind... I have enought will to conver an Erinye to the path of good... if so I desire...
Now it's warmer, is it? Oh, but also, a clammy mist seems to have arisen, quite by accident as I haven't forseen this. Rather strong too. My clothes are nearly soaked and cling to my frame.
Oh, not just mine.
*blushes hard as the moistened dress tighten even more to her skin, showing what little was left for imagination, still covering her* yeah yeah... by accident... my spell protects me form any climate... obviously, not my clothes...
the one reason I envy wizards... prestigistation... dear Goatlieb, you have any of the kind?
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"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we? Can I assume you all are heading somewhere, yes? Otherwise why be out here...personally I am considering this my chance to leave that theater....I'm not certain everything is right about it."
Ceasing concentration on the elaborate construction...the mists swell obscuring it from sight...
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*to Jordan*
Oh I've met non drow women... just not many that could fill that paricular dress in such a way... you look increadable.
*bows slightly kissing her hand*
mmm I suppose you might be right *smiles and was going to thank when he feel the drow's face on her cleavage, making her blush violently, her divine sight already telling her that there is magic being used, but her insctint and training making her react immediately, taking the drow's arm and turning him over her shoulder so fast than before she ends the movement the drow's back is hitting the ground behind her, the cleric still grabing the dark elf's arm*
err sorry, I think it was not your intention... I well just... reacted...
"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we? Can I assume you all are heading somewhere, yes? Otherwise why be out here...personally I am considering this my chance to leave that theater....I'm not certain everything is right about it."
Ceasing concentration on the elaborate construction...the mists swell obscuring it from sight...
sorry I must admit I am not sure... Realm of Dread, never heard of that before... but it must be an strange place where things go puff in the air
*blushes hard as the moistened dress tighten even more to her skin, showing what little was left for imagination, still covering her* yeah yeah... by accident... my spell protects me form any climate... obviously, not my clothes...
the one reason I envy wizards... prestigistation... dear Goatlieb, you have any of the kind?
H-hey! *an arm covering her cleavage, her white blouse now see-through with the sudden humidity as she nods at the cleric, her magic drying their clothes back*
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*to Jordan*
Oh I've met non drow women... just not many that could fill that paricular dress in such a way... you look increadable.
*bows slightly kissing her hand*mmm I suppose you might be right *smiles and was going to thank when he feel the drow's face on her cleavage, making her blush violently, her divine sight already telling her that there is magic being used, but her insctint and training making her react immediately, taking the drow's arm and turning him over her shoulder so fast than before she ends the movement the drow's back is hitting the ground behind her, the cleric still grabing the dark elf's arm*
err sorry, I think it was not your intention... I well just... reacted...
sorry I must admit I am not sure... Realm of Dread, never heard of that before... but it must be an strange place where things go puff in the air
"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we? Can I assume you all are heading somewhere, yes? Otherwise why be out here...personally I am considering this my chance to leave that theater....I'm not certain everything is right about it."
Ceasing concentration on the elaborate construction...the mists swell obscuring it from sight...
*smiles up at her with a slight grimace* Quite alright my dear.
*flips himself to a standing position in one fluid motion*See no harm done, well maybe a little to my pride but otherwise...
"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we?
I'd say in some sort of risque theatrical play judging from the way things go around here... *sigh*
And you turned down a performance at The Deviant Drow, bet you wish you were there now huh? ;p
Sir, really, I'm a ballerina, there's no place for me in a cabaret.
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And you turned down a performance at The Deviant Drow, bet you wish you were there now huh? ;pSir, really, I'm a ballerina, there's no place for me in a cabaret.
Ah you misunderstand, think about what a drow who thinks in terms of violence, and hot sweaty indulgent lust, would find deviant. I offer the finest, and classiest entertainment in the land, in an enviroment fit for the finest of lords... and available to all who desire to see them. The dirty stuff is in the basement and is members only. ;)