[Fairgrounds, Tavern Green]
Despite the lateness of the hour, crowds of people wander through the lush green grass, a few well dressed types headed towards a blue silk tent while the rest move in and out of a large pavilion bearing a painted silk banner. Laughter and applause can be heard coming from the open flap below. You also see a black cat and a pure white raptor that is flying around.
Also here: Zedina, Synns, Akari, Senja, Lord Naugal, Keraseer, Linsha who is sitting, Delphina, Limper, Drinnon who is sitting, Sygel, Jisselle, Lady Jassylnn, Uniana, Shayannia, Lady Amerith, Lady Juliannae, Arshwikk, Midnightmyst, Myrisa who is sitting, Symond, Great Lord Nightvision who is kneeling, Mekthros, Ghestal who is sitting, Eliaz, Yukito, Jenovia who is sitting, Sepher who is sitting, Respital, Lord Taverynn who is sitting, Trayion, Lady Mystiarra who is sitting, Gormack, Suntzhu who is sitting, Taliesina who is sitting, Lord Aanton, Cairell, Lord Moraithi, Sriella, Doria, Landrai, Lord Tolwynn, Lady Lysistrata, Fithra who is sitting
Obvious paths: east, south, west
Fithra spins his silver dagger.
Fithra flings the dagger into the air with one swift, graceful motion. It begins to spin around in a spiraling column, hovering about in a flashing blur!
The silver dagger comes to a stop pointing directly at Mekthros!
Fithra recovers the silver dagger and says, "Congratulations Mekthros!"
Fithra spins his silver dagger.
Fithra flings the dagger into the air with one swift, graceful motion. It begins to spin around in a spiraling column, hovering about in a flashing blur!
The silver dagger comes to a stop pointing directly at Jenovia!
Fithra recovers the silver dagger and says, "Congratulations Jenovia!"
Fithra spins his silver dagger.
Fithra flings the dagger into the air with one swift, graceful motion. It begins to spin around in a spiraling column, hovering about in a flashing blur!
The silver dagger comes to a stop pointing directly at Amerith!
Fithra recovers the silver dagger and says, "Congratulations Amerith!"
Lysistrata chuckles.
Mekthros says, "Hm."
Jassylnn beams happily at Amerith!
You snicker.
Moraithi snaps his fingers.
Landrai sighs.
Taverynn applauds Jenovia.
Fithra put a leaf-bladed silver dagger in his grey velvet longcoat.
Speaking quietly to Fithra, Ghestal says, "You're dagger is weighted."
Landrai says, "It never says Landrai. I fear I will be in this line forever."
Fithra says, "I really would hate to harm a customer."
Acherons grins at Naugal.
Myrisa peers quizzically at Fithra.
Mekthros says, "The conflict would be unpleasant, to say the least."
Linsha says, "It would be amusing if you did."
Lysistrata smirks.
Linsha nods to Fithra.
Jassylnn agrees with Linsha.
Linsha says, "Just not me."
With a serene smile, Linsha laces her fingers together in quiet repose.
Fithra says, "The unpleasantness would most assuredly be one-sided."
Yukito looks thoughtfully at Fithra.
Fithra asks, "So, what do you desire?"
Ghestal laughs at Fithra!
Fithra cocks his head at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "Beyond your face."
Mekthros says, "We needn't worry about my retaining that. Skip me and I'm sure I'll think of something."
Speaking to Yukito, Lysistrata says, "I believe he has at least six. I'd be shocked if it were less."
Yukito nods to Lysistrata.
Yukito sighs.
Fithra asks, "Six?"
Speaking to Fithra, Lysistrata says, "At least."
Lysistrata nods to Fithra.
Fithra flips his arms behind his back and moves a bit funny, and then brings forth his hands, bearing five daggers between the finger of each hand, and a positively devilish smirk. He flips his hands about in a blur of motion and the daggers disappear.
Fithra says, "Six."
Fithra snickers.
Yukito blinks at Fithra.
Lysistrata laughs at Fithra!
Myrisa blinks at Fithra.
Drinnon applauds.
Yukito smiles at Fithra.
Jassylnn giggles.
Yukito shakes his head.
Drinnon says, "Impressive."
Speaking to Fithra, Lysistrata exclaims, "I said at the least!"
Lysistrata begins chuckling at Fithra!
Myrisa says, "Very impressive."
Mekthros tosses back the edge of his hooded leather cloak over his shoulder nonchalantly.
Moraithi mutters sickminds.
Fithra nods to Mekthros.
Fithra removes a flask of sandfire liquor from in his grey velvet longcoat.
Fithra takes a drink from his sandfire liquor.
Fithra says, "Haaa."
Fithra put a flask of sandfire liquor in his grey velvet longcoat.
Arshwikk asks, "Oooo, can I get a shot?"
Fithra says, "Eh? Shot? Only if you prefer it flammable form."
Midnightmyst grins at Fithra.
Linsha snickers.
Fithra cocks his head at Jenovia.
Myrisa grins at Fithra.
Fithra asks, "What would you desire?"
Jenovia pulls a pair of black broadcloth breeches off of her legs.
Arshwikk says, "Fire does not agree with me."
Jenovia offers Fithra a pair of black broadcloth breeches.
Linsha says, "You should be careful what you ask for."
Myrisa glances at Mekthros.
Fithra accepts Jenovia's broadcloth breeches.
Linsha nods to Fithra.
Fithra says, "Fire only agrees with angry peasants and..."
Lysistrata gazes up into the heavens.
Uniana stares off into space.
Fithra trails off and looks into the distance for a minute.
Moraithi asks, "Marshmellows?"
Lysistrata glances at Fithra.
Fithra says, "...ah, things that burn."
Midnightmyst says, "Mmmmm fire."
Fithra supresses a hiccup.
Speaking quietly to Fithra, Ghestal asks, "Angry landowners who want more taxes?"
Lysistrata stares off into space.
Arshwikk says, "Yep...another drunk."
Fithra exclaims, "Oh, look, faces! Faces that are hopping off skulls!"
Fithra exclaims, "I see them!"
Senja says, "Oh my."
Moraithi says, "Follow the bouncing head."
Speaking to Fithra, Linsha says, "I think you have had enough to drink. Seeing things now."
Lysistrata chuckles.
Fithra seems to be pondering the pants in his hands.
Suntzhu calmly says, "Or not enough."
Ghestal laughs at Fithra!
Mekthros rolls his dark illthorn runestaff between his palms, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Fithra says, "Ah, life is never so serene except when one ponders over a pair of pants."
Mekthros glances at some crimson-slashed black spidersilk pants.
Fithra says, "I do believe it is a closely-guarded Erithi secret."
Lysistrata glances at Mekthros.
Lysistrata looks thoughtfully at Mekthros.
Arshwikk asks, "What, pants?"
Myrisa says, "No comment."
Fithra says, "Mainly because they look damned stupid sitting there staring at pants in a trance."
Myrisa exclaims, "I will not comment!"
Lysistrata smirks.
Myrisa folds her arms over her chest.
Moraithi says, "I thought that was purple polka dotted pajamas."
Drinnon nods to Fithra.
Ghestal begins chuckling at Fithra!
Moraithi scratches his head.
Fithra asks, "Trance...pants?"
Jassylnn grins at Fithra.
Fithra says, "Ah, yes. Trancepants."
Fithra nods.
Subarashi holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
Jennalyn giggles.
Midnightmyst chuckles.
Linsha snickers.
Yukito points at Fithra.
Yukito nods to Subarashi.
Uniana chuckles to herself.
Speaking quietly to Fithra, Ghestal says, "Lay off the booze before you sew your hand into those pants."
Linsha says, "He is an odd man."
Yukito nods to Subarashi.
Moraithi says, "Oi I think he shouldnt have had that last shot."
Fithra exclaims, "You be quiet, waif!"
Subarashi nods.
Linsha gazes with interest at Fithra.
Arshwikk says, "Pants are a closely guarded secret...but I prefer revealing the secrets held within skirts."
Fithra raises his fist at Ghestal.
Sepher chuckles.
Midnightmyst says, "On the contrary, I think you need to drink more."
Linsha snickers.
Yukito blinks at Fithra.
Midnightmyst nods to Fithra.
Fithra ponders.
Fithra says, "Oh, yes. These are done."
Sepher begins chuckling at Arshwikk!
Sepher shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
Jenovia smiles.
Mekthros removes a black silk shirt with silver-buttoned cuffs from in his spidersilk pack.
Midnightmyst glances at Arshwikk.
Fithra offers Jenovia a pair of low-slung fitted pants fastened with jade leaf buttons.
Mystiarra offers Fithra a Wehnimer's promissory note.
Fithra says, "There you go."
Fithra accepts Mystiarra's promissory note.
Jenovia accepts Fithra's low-slung pants.
Jenovia says, "Thankee."
Arshwikk says, "Yer skirts, hon."
Sepher nods to Arshwikk.
Jenovia pulls a pair of low-slung fitted pants fastened with jade leaf buttons over her legs.
Fithra says, "They're not trancepants, but they're of quite high quality."
Arshwikk nods to Midnightmyst.
Midnightmyst starts chortling.
Akari leans softly against Senja.
Sepher chuckles to himself.
Midnightmyst gives Arshwikk a good pinch!
Midnightmyst says, "Be good."
Arshwikk whistles tunelessly to himself.
Moraithi says, "An low morality."
Fithra offers Mystiarra a Wehnimer's promissory note.
Mystiarra accepts Fithra's promissory note.
Drinnon says, "Oh dont know...if they're low slung enough they could be worth staring at for hours."
Subarashi ponders.
(Yukito walks closer to Subarashi, grinning at her.)
Yukito nods to Subarashi.
Ghestal begins chuckling at Drinnon!
Moraithi nods to Drinnon.
Subarashi chuckles to herself.
Fithra looks thoughtfully at Mekthros.
Subarashi nods.
Ghestal quietly exclaims, "Beat as well!"
Subarashi ponders.
Fithra says, "Oh, you still have your face."
Fithra asks, "Why is that?"
Toy cowers away from Fithra!
Mekthros says, "Luck, one presumes."
Drinnon begins chuckling at Fithra!
Mekthros says, "Either that or an intense desire to hold onto it."
Toy says, "That's a scary question."
Fithra says, "Or you are guarded by the mysterious mysteries of the trancepants."
You stare at nothing in particular.
Fithra says, "OooOooO."
Fithra waggles his fingers mystically at Mekthros. How nice.
Midnightmyst chuckles.
Akari glances at Toy.
Lysistrata shakes her head at Fithra and clucks her tongue.
Mekthros says, "You're drunk."
Linsha grins.
Myrisa begins chuckling at Fithra!
Toy asks, "Trancepants?"
Mekthros nods.
Moraithi says, "Seriously dont ask."
Moraithi nods to Toy.
Fithra says, "You have an impeccable gift for stating the obvious."
Mekthros says, "Well, try not to sew your hands into these. I can't wear you. You're Nalfein."
Linsha says, "One only needs to sit near you to almost see the alcohol fumes."
Mekthros offers Fithra a black silk shirt with silver-buttoned cuffs.
Linsha nods to Fithra.
Fithra says, "Now hand me over your... desireful wish, trancepants."
Fithra accepts Mekthros's black silk shirt.
Yukito blinks at Mekthros.
Amerith grins at Mekthros.
Lysistrata glances at Mekthros.
Keraseer nods to Moraithi.
Fithra glances at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "Yes. I am Nalfein."
Fithra stands up.
Mekthros cocks his head at Lysistrata.
Lysistrata smirks.
Moraithi asks, "The kind ye play with?"
Fithra says, "And you can wear me. See."
[Roll result: 52 (open d100: 65)]
Fithra kicks his leg at Mekthros's groin, but Mekthros manages to turn away in time, resulting in a light kick to the leg instead.
Speaking to Lysistrata, Mekthros says, "I have some vague idea."
Mekthros squints at Fithra.
Fithra says, "Hmph."
Uniana blinks.
Linsha grins.
Yukito stares off into space.
Taliesina winces.
Myrisa squints at Fithra.
Lysistrata stares at Fithra.
Midnightmyst begins chuckling at Fithra!
Jassylnn giggles.
Sepher chuckles to himself.
Myrisa exclaims, "So close!"
Sygel appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa exclaims, "Try again!"
Mekthros quietly says, "Perhaps if you were turned into many small pieces first, yes."
Lysistrata stares at Fithra.
Myrisa nods to Fithra.
Fithra gets a blank look on his face.
Fithra says, "Apparently the audience is egging me on."
Fithra says, "I cannot disappoint, you realize."
Mekthros says, "Just tell me which ones to kill, then."
Myrisa grins at Fithra.
Moraithi asks, "Notice how they quickly turn into a sadistic blood thirsty mob?"
Speaking to Mekthros, Sygel says, "Don't hit the hands, or eyes.. he'll need them so he can pick me next."
Linsha says, "Die please."
Ghestal points at Linsha.
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "You can do it, its a very small target."
Fithra says, "Regardless, I'd rather have you not speak to me of your design while blue in the face."
Fithra sits down.
Fithra says, "So."
Fithra asks, "What would you like me to do with this?"
Lysistrata stares at Fithra.
Lysistrata folds her arms over her chest.
Moraithi begins to twitch.
Fithra swiftly stitches the pants.
Fithra stands up.
Lysistrata snickers.
Fithra glances at the shirt, connected to his pants.
Mekthros looks thoughtfully at Fithra.
Fithra exclaims, "Damn you, trancepants!"
Moraithi chuckles.
You chortle.
Symond begins chuckling at Fithra!
Massima blinks at Fithra.
Myrisa blinks.
Fithra snaps off the shirt from his pants and quickly re-sews them.
Yukito furrows his brow.
Fithra exclaims, "We shall see if your trancepants protect you, yes!"
Sepher chuckles.
Mekthros says, "You seem like such a cordial individual. I'm sure you would be if you had some blood in your alcohol system."
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Fithra exclaims, "Shut it!"
[Roll result: 124 (open d100: 52)]
Fithra kicks his leg at Mekthros's groin and connects! Mekthros's mouth opens, but all that comes out is a tiny, high-pitched gasp.
...11 damage!
Myrisa beams happily at Fithra!
Fithra grumbles.
Midnightmyst cackles!
Yukito's jaw drops.
Myrisa applauds Fithra.
Ghestal quietly exclaims, "OW!"
Keraseer blinks.
Uniana clasps her hand over her mouth.
Fithra sits down.
Sepher bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.
Massima clasps her hand over her mouth.
Mekthros says, "I don't want to hurt you."
Sriella blinks.
Moraithi chuckles.
Lysistrata gazes up into the heavens.
Sriella blinks.
(Mekthros glances down.)
Ghestal growls something vile at Mekthros.
Moraithi turns to Fithra and cheers!
Keraseer ducks her head.
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "I am impressed."
Amerith laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Sriella says, "Uhm."
Fithra offers Mekthros a high-collared black spidersilk shirt.
Mekthros accepts Fithra's black shirt.
Ghestal quietly exclaims, "That hurt!"
Amerith clasps her hand over her mouth.
Myrisa sticks her tongue out at Mekthros, and lets out with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from her lips!
Sepher chuckles.
Mekthros put a high-collared black spidersilk shirt in his spidersilk pack.
Sepher shakes his head.
(Yukito strides behind the crowd, getting out of the way.)
Jassylnn attempts to hum a merry little tune.
Myrisa folds her hands behind her back.
Mekthros clears his throat.
Fithra asks, "Hmm...who was next?"
Mekthros says, "What do I owe you."
Keraseer's wings flutter, trembling slightly.
Mekthros asks, "Nothing?"
Lysistrata stares off into space.
Fithra stares around the crowd a bit oddly.
Myrisa asks, "Me?"
Fithra exclaims, "Quite a bit!"
Myrisa attempts to hum a merry little tune.
Fithra nods to Mekthros.
Akari leans softly against Senja.
Moraithi twiddles his thumbs.
Mekthros says, "Good. We'll break even, then."
Mekthros makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
Midnightmyst chuckles.
Mekthros says, "Hold still."
Mekthros traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mekthros gestures at Fithra.
CS: +377 - TD: +286 + CvA: -2 + d100: +4 - -5 == +98
Warded off!
Nothing happens.
Fithra gets a blank look on his face.
Moraithi chuckles.
Mekthros says, "Well, very well."
Speaking to Jennalyn, Toy asks, "Did you see that man?"
Jassylnn blinks.
Mekthros says, "Luck appears to be with you."
Speaking to Jennalyn, Toy says, "Small hands."
Drinnon begins chuckling at Toy!
The voice of Fithra says, "Heh."
Jassylnn blinks.
(Moraithi takes three giant steps to the right)
Moraithi glances at Mekthros.
Toy smiles at Drinnon.
Arshwikk says, "Ya need some warding Fithra."
(Moraithi takes one step back)
(Drinnon follows Moraithi.)
Speaking to Drinnon, Toy says, "Unlike yours."
Mekthros says, "He needs less alcohol."
(Yukito uses Moraithi as a shield and steps with him.)
Drinnon grins at Toy.
Myrisa looks over at Mekthros and shakes her head.
Mekthros says, "It's causing him to make poor career decisions."
Amerith stares off into space.
Moraithi tiptoes up behind Yukito.
Amerith says, "That was odd."
Moraithi says, "Dont even think about it."
Lysistrata sighs.
Moraithi begins chuckling at Yukito!
Tolwynn raises an eyebrow.
(Lysistrata appears quite torn, a slight scowling expression settling over her face.)
Arshwikk says, "Not entirely."
Mekthros says, "No, he's still here, likely wondering if I'm going to try again."
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa asks, "And are you?"
Drinnon says, "He decided discretion was the better part of valor, methinks."
Mekthros says, "Incidentally, I'm not. Presuming I don't have to pay."
Mekthros glances at Myrisa.
Tolwynn blinks.
You ponder.
Amerith clasps her hand over her mouth.
Myrisa glances at Mekthros and folds her arms across her chest.
Arshwikk asks, "So he's safe?"
Mekthros says, "If it were anyone else then I assure you I would."
Fithra comes out of hiding.
Mekthros cocks his head at Fithra.
Yukito pokes Moraithi in the ribs.
Fithra ponders.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "Well isn't he the lucky one."
Arshwikk says, "Ya get a bunch of people drunk, and they all get testy."
The voice of Fithra says, "Hmm, pardon me. I need to take care of something rather quickly."
Amerith says, "Aye."
Arshwikk says, "Okay."
Moraithi says, "Keep his face as a trophy."
The voice of Mekthros says, "So long as it doesn't involve a longblade and one of my more favored appendages, I'm fine with that."
The voice of Fithra exclaims, "Oh, no. It's very, very different than that, good sir!"
Moraithi says, "I think mekthros just paid for everyones alters all weekend and into next year."
Myrisa says, "We can bill him later."
The voice of Fithra says, "Doo doo doo doo doo."
Jassylnn giggles.
Lysistrata raises an eyebrow.
Arshwikk chuckles.
Acherons chuckles.
Taliesina beams!
Yukito furrows his brow.
You chuckle.
Linsha asks, "Why exactly is he still hiding?"
Myrisa says, "When Mekthros is near, one hides."
Lysistrata dubiously asks, "More at home there?"
Myrisa shrugs.
Speaking quietly to Linsha, Ghestal says, "You DON'T wanna know."
Acherons quietly says, "He's drunk and can't find his way out of the shadows."
Lysistrata begins chuckling at Myrisa!
Sygel rolls his eyes.
Suddenly, a bright flash of light emanates from nowhere, revealing a tall figure!
Fithra comes out of hiding.
Fithra comes out of hiding.
[Roll result: 135 (open d100: 62)]
Fithra swings the blunt of his longblade at Mekthros's throat!
Mekthros chokes silently clutching his throat!
[Roll result: 167 (open d100: 94)]
Fithra reaches out and grabs at the end of Mekthros's nose!
Mekthros howls in pain as Fithra tweaks his nose!
[Roll result: 111 (open d100: 38)]
Fithra seizes an opening and brings the blunt end of his longblade down on Mekthros's knee!
Mekthros crashes to the ground, clutching his knee!
[Roll result: 117 (open d100: 44)]
Fithra spins quickly behind Mekthros and delivers a well placed kick!
Mekthros appears humiliated and enraged!
Sygel cocks his head at Fithra.
Jassylnn laughs!
Fithra says, "Aha."
Mekthros calms down slightly, catching his breath.
Myrisa asks, "See?"
Yukito winces.
Achillea chuckles.
Acherons quietly says, "Holy."
Moraithi cackles!
Fithra quietly walks up to Mekthros and places a pair of pants over his head, which suddenly flare up with a bright light and fuse to his skin with a horrible burning smell!
Mekthros coughs harshly, clearing his throat.
Mekthros rubs his nose, soothing the pain.
Mekthros wrinkles his nose.
Jassylnn giggles.
Mekthros coughs harshly, clearing his throat.
Mekthros calms down slightly, catching his breath.
Linsha laughs!
Arshwikk chuckles.
Achillea says, "Eww."
Keraseer's face turns slightly pale.
Jassylnn starts chortling.
Achillea sniffs.
Symond says, "Ewwww."
Yukito stares off into space.
Arshwikk says, "That's excellent."
Fithra says, "I needed to find... pants."
Fithra nods.
Myrisa says, "Aw Mekthros."
The voice of Mekthros says, "Clearly."
Ghestal quietly says, "That hurt... just watching..."
Moraithi chuckles.
Fithra sits down.
A pained expression crosses Ghestal's face.
Myrisa blinks at Fithra.
Myrisa ponders.
Moraithi says, "But it was so satisfying."
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "I have pants."
Myrisa shrugs.
Myrisa says, "If you really need them..."
Fithra ponders.
Jennalyn smiles.
Fithra exclaims, "Oh, right!"
Speaking to Myrisa, Sriella asks, "Are they of the trance variety?"
Fithra says, "I am working."
Fithra says, "Yes, yes."
Fithra says, "I am working."
Taverynn smiles at Fithra.
Myrisa looks over at Sriella and shakes her head.
The voice of Mekthros quietly says, "For the moment."
Amerith smiles at Fithra.
Fithra looks thoughtfully at Amerith.
Cylnthia curtsies to Fithra.
Amerith turns to face Fithra.
Moraithi says, "Yes and ye were waiting on me afore ye went off to the shadows."
Amerith curtsies to Fithra.
Myrisa says, "Temper, temper Mekthros."
Myrisa says, "Behave."
Arshwikk grins.
Lysistrata gazes up into the heavens.
A pained expression crosses Sygel's face.
Sriella asks, "Is it just me, or did that man who just passed us smell of cabbage?"
Mekthros dusts himself off.
Mekthros stands up.
Mekthros clears his throat.
Lysistrata stares at Mekthros.
Mekthros ponders.
Arshwikk says, "Look at him."
Tolwynn clasps his hand over his mouth.
Arshwikk chuckles.
Yukito stares at Mekthros.
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Mekthros ponders.
Lysistrata covers her eyes with her hands.
Myrisa rolls her eyes.
Tolwynn says, "That's.. quite the fashion statement."
Arshwikk laughs!
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa asks, "Should we even bother saying something?"
Ghestal laughs at Mekthros!
Linsha says, "That looks attractive. Pants fused to your head."
Mekthros shifts his eyes to Fithra.
You see Mekthros Savius.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has slightly narrowed deep cerulean eyes and exceedingly fair ashen skin. He has long, azure-streaked raven black hair loosely swept back from his temples with some strands artfully braided to shoulder length. He has a narrow face and tucked pointed ears. He, oddly, has a pair of funny-looking pants fused to his head.
He has a crimson-swept dark vaalin stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He has an old battle scar across his chest, an old battle scar across his abdominal area, and a scar across his face.
He is holding an ora-banded dark illthorn runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a black ora Sheru symbol, a black ora circlet, a black leather harness, a dark steel sigil, a blackened eahnor thumb ring, some shadowy leather gloves, some black leather scale armor, some crimson-slashed black spidersilk pants, a pair of soot grey leather boots, an onyx-bound bloodjewel amulet, a night black hooded leather cloak, an ebon black scroll satchel, a gold and silver ring, a darkened spidersilk pack, and a burnished dark ora case.
Cylnthia chuckles.
Fithra says, "You are now dubbed Sir Heavybottom Pantshead."
Jassylnn laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Fithra nods to Mekthros.
Myrisa squints at Mekthros.
Amerith giggles at Fithra!
You chuckle.
Jassylnn begins chortling at Fithra.
Linsha snickers at Fithra.
Myrisa laughs at Fithra!
Mekthros quietly says, "You've about ten seconds to remove these."
Cylnthia chuckles.
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Yukito flashes a wide grin.
Myrisa falls to the ground laughing hysterically!
Fithra continues his sewing.
Myrisa laughs!
Jassylnn laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
(Yukito buries his face in Subarashi's shoulder, laughing.)
You chortle.
Amerith falls to the ground laughing hysterically!
Speaking to Fithra, Tolwynn says, "He wants you to remove his pants. How brazen."
Mekthros clears his throat.
Myrisa sits up.
Myrisa stands up.
Jassylnn giggles at Mekthros!
Mekthros mutters under his breath.
You chortle.
Keraseer giggles.
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Amerith sits up.
Ghestal rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "My hero."
Amerith says, "Oh my."
Fithra says, "I'm afraid I'm not that kind of man, Sir Heavybottom Pantshead."
Uniana glances at Yukito.
Ghestal quietly says, "Stop you guys..."
(Sygel steps slightly out of implosion range.)
Ghestal chuckles.
Yukito glances at Mekthros.
Jassylnn laughs at Fithra!
Yukito nods.
Myrisa grins at Fithra.
Arshwikk says, "That is downright hilarious."
(Uniana slowly lifts her gaze toward Mekthros.)
Jassylnn grins at Ghestal.
Lysistrata stares off into space.
Cylnthia starts chortling.
Myrisa leans on Fithra.
Uniana's jaw drops.
Drinnon asks, "See what happens when elves go bad?"
Jassylnn giggles.
Myrisa glances at Mekthros.
Yukito bites his lip.
Drinnon shakes his head.
Lysistrata agrees with Uniana.
Ghestal chuckles.
Sygel says, "Misunderstood."
Sygel smirks.
Speaking quietly to Jassylnn, Ghestal says, "Priceless."
Jassylnn agrees with Ghestal.
(Yukito hides his face against Subarashi's shoulder, laughing almost too hard to stand.)
Amerith struggles to stand, but fails.
(Uniana looks as if she is about to say something but just shakes her head.)
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "Remind me to buy you a drink."
Moraithi shakes his head.
Fithra shows Amerith his brocaded satin gown.
(Mekthros twitches slightly, tugging at the pants attached to his head.)
Arshwikk says, "Jeez, you go out drinking one night, and wake up the next day with pants fused to yer head."
(Amerith is laughing so hard she cannot stand on her own.)
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Uniana glances at Lysistrata.
Subarashi grins at Yukito.
Speaking quietly to Fithra, Ghestal says, "Just for those pants... I will not complain even if I don't get an alteration."
Respital says, "I broke something."
Lysistrata clasps her hand over her mouth.
Amerith agrees with Fithra.
Fithra says, "Oh, yes, that will be thirty thousand."
Respital begins pouting.
Amerith says, "Perfect."
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "It makes you look... more.. um."
Amerith says, "Oh yes."
Myrisa looks thoughtfully at Mekthros.
Linsha says, "Use a knife to chisel them off."
Moraithi begins pouting.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "Pretty."
Myrisa nods to Mekthros.
Fithra put a slim matte green longblade hilted with a carved onyx rose in his pantleg.
(Yukito manages to control himself, wiping at his eyes.)
Yukito appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Arshwikk asks, "It makes em look like a freak...I mean, come on...who has pants fused to their head?"
Jassylnn twiddles her thumbs.
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Moraithi says, "Oh please tell me someone has a picture locket on em."
Keraseer appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Amerith grins at Moraithi.
Jassylnn ponders.
Mekthros quietly says, "Sadly, the pants are still attached to my head."
Fithra ponders.
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Fithra says, "I think it is an improvement, Sir Heavybottom."
Midnightmyst laughs!
Mingxia fidgets.
Mekthros quietly says, "I think I'm going to ask one.. last time."
Moraithi says, "Wheres a sketch artist when ye need one."
(Uniana tilts her head back and laughs carelessly.)
Linsha clasps her hand over her mouth.
Mekthros begins to twitch.
Linsha appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Myrisa agrees with Fithra.
Yukito bites his lip.
Moraithi grins evilly.
(Yukito dissolves into silent laughter on Subarashi's shoulder again.)
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "Anything is better then what we were dealing with before."
Fithra says, "Oh, if you insist. Though I might say you could start an uproar in the stylish new hair fashions."
Mekthros quietly says, "Your mortal coil is screaming for release."
Subarashi laughs at herself!
Moraithi chuckles.
Drinnon nods to Uniana.
Fithra exclaims, "Just think, it's economically feasible, even bald men can partake in it, and all you require is a pair of pants!"
Ghestal laughs at Fithra!
Taverynn melodically says, "And it looks pantastic."
Myrisa laughs at Fithra!
Taverynn nods to Fithra.
Uniana raises her voice in merry laughter.
Lysistrata nods to Uniana.
Fithra exclaims, "You could bring the gift of pants to everyone's head!"
Moraithi says, "That should be scary but at the moment its hard to take ye seriously."
Mekthros begins to twitch as he glances at Fithra.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "You should listen. He does have a point."
Ghestal laughs at Linsha!
Fithra says, "Think of the craniums you would bestow with your unique blessing."
Ghestal rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!
(Yukito clutches Subarashi's arm to steady himself, gasping with laughter.)
Sygel says, "You should throw in a belt with that deal for the pinheads."
Sygel glances at Myrisa.
Mekthros quietly says, "That's it. My line is crossed. My line is so far back I can't see it anymore."
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Myrisa glances at Sygel.
Mekthros quietly says, "I hate elves."
Mekthros traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
(Mingxia backs slowly towards the edge of the area.)
Yukito stares off into space.
You ask, "You's hates yourself?"
(Taliesina slowly scoots backwards through the crowd and towards the tents)
Lysistrata stares at Mekthros.
Drinnon begins chuckling at Uniana!
Fithra says, "They would point at the pants upon many a trendy person's head and say, 'That is Sir Heavybottom Pantshead's design!'."
You peer quizzically at Mekthros.
Sygel takes a few steps back.
Lysistrata seems to be waiting for something.
(Yukito pulls Subarashi back a bit.)
Mekthros glances at Lysistrata.
Myrisa ponders.
Mekthros glances at Uniana.
Moraithi says, "Uh please tell me those arent skidmarks on those pants."
Yukito winces.
Mekthros quietly says, "I hate most elves."
Fithra asks, "But you truly cannot change your mind?"
Amerith grins at Fithra.
Acherons laughs!
Fithra peers quizzically at Mekthros.
Speaking quietly to Fithra, Ghestal says, "And we can say we all saw the style begin."
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "Hide now."
Acherons laughs!
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Fithra asks, "Even for the good of hundreds -- nay, THOUSANDS of people?"
Subarashi wobbles, looking a bit faint.
Uniana nods to Lysistrata.
Drinnon says, "Still, it doesn't quite compare to being the pants alterer of the realm."
Moraithi chuckles.
Mekthros quietly says, "I'd change it for hundreds of thousands of silver."
Acherons quietly says, "Gotta love a good sense of humor."
Myrisa chuckles.
Linsha says, "Tie the legs of the pants into a bow. It might make the whole thing be appealing to the ladies."
Speaking to Mekthros, Sygel says, "I've yet to enjoy the log flume.. leave it intact if possible."
Moraithi says, "And apparently Fithra's is evil."
Sygel appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Uniana begins chuckling at Linsha!
Ghestal begins chuckling at Linsha!
Speaking to Sygel, Myrisa says, "And you will die besides me."
Myrisa smirks.
Jassylnn attempts to hum a merry little tune.
Drinnon says, "Remind me not to ask those particular ladies to dance."
With a serene smile, Linsha laces her fingers together in quiet repose.
Mekthros begins to twitch as he glances at Fithra.
Fithra exclaims, "It's both faintly disturbing and faintly funny to think of you as employed in a brothel, as you've named your price, Sir Heavybottom!"
Fithra ponders.
Mekthros mutters under his breath.
Speaking to Myrisa, Sygel says, "You're confused.. You'll still die."
Lysistrata seems to be waiting for something.
Fithra says, "But, come here. I shall remove the pants from your head."
Moraithi snickers.
Moraithi says, "Noooo."
Myrisa pouts at Fithra.
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa asks, "Are you sure?"
Fithra exclaims, "It is his wish!"
Mekthros says, "Good. I'm still fully planning on visiting extraordinary pain and suffering upon you when next we meet."
Taliesina says, "Not too often you get to watch people stripped of their pants in polite society."
Sriella asks, "One heavy tug should do it, healers at the ready?"
Fithra says, "Yes, yes. I'll be sure to wear my magical accoutrements next time."
Tolwynn says, "And in public, no less."
Tolwynn shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
(Mekthros indicates the pants on his head.)
Fithra crooks a finger towards Mekthros.
Fithra says, "Kneel down."
Mekthros says, "Stand up."
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Linsha gazes with interest at her surroundings.
Sriella says, "Oh dear lord."
Fithra says, "The pants are on *your* head."
Sriella covers her eyes with her hands.
Fithra says, "I'm very comfortable where I am."
Myrisa smirks at Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "Then I suggest you find someone to stand on to get them off."
Fithra grins devilishly.
Mekthros says, "How about.."
Mekthros glances at Myrisa.
Mekthros says, "You."
Linsha says, "Knee his groin and he will be kneeling for you."
Myrisa folds her arms over her chest.
Moraithi asks, "Hey Fithra as long as yer gonna help him out, would ye mind pullin his head out of his arse while yer at it?"
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "Right."
Jisselle ponders.
Myrisa nods to Mekthros.
You chortle.
Drinnon says, "I should think you'd take the pants off if only so as not to be confused about where to groinkick next time, Fithra."
Achillea appears to be trying hard not to grin.
You say, "I's not sure dat posible."
Acherons quietly says, "Sew his mouth shut."
You say, "Is glued."
Fithra says, "You can sit. I thought you'd, ah... be used to being asked that."
Sriella begins chuckling at Drinnon!
Fithra ponders.
Myrisa laughs at Fithra!
Drinnon says, "But I am a simple man."
Yukito stares at Fithra.
Symond chuckles.
Ghestal starts chortling.
Fithra says, "Come, come. Let us get the pants off your head."
Lysistrata glances at Fithra.
Mekthros quietly says, "Let's."
Ghestal quietly says, "I'll die before this night is done..."
Fithra points down.
Ghestal chuckles.
You say, "De sooner yous sits de sooner you get pants off head."
Arshwikk says, "Wow, I would have to kill all the side commentors myself."
Mekthros points up.
Myrisa appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Myrisa seems to be waiting for something.
Lysistrata chuckles.
Myrisa says, "A test of wills."
You say, "And we's mights even stop callings you Heavybottom."
You nod.
You say, "Mights."
Uniana looks over at you and shakes her head.
Moraithi looks over at you and shakes his head.
Speaking to Fithra, Tolwynn says, "Be gentle."
You grin at Uniana.
Uniana places a hand over her heart.
Yukito folds his arms at the waist.
Mekthros taps his foot impatiently.
Amerith agrees with Yukito.
Yukito appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Fithra grabs Mekthros by his harness and yanks him down.
Fithra says, "Now."
Myrisa laughs!
Jassylnn giggles.
Jassylnn starts chortling.
Myrisa says, "Oh dear."
Linsha flashes a wide grin.
Mekthros begins to twitch.
Jenovia just went south.
Fithra reaches over to grab onto the pantlegs of the pants on Mekthros' head.
Fithra gives the pants a yank.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "That wasn't so bad."
Fithra says, "Um. Hm."
You exclaim, "Dey stuck!"
You beam at Fithra.
(Lysistrata's eyes get wider and wider with some strong emotion.)
Amerith says, "Stuck."
Myrisa glances at Fithra.
Lysistrata stares off into space.
Fithra says, "They seem to be pretty firmly fused."
Moraithi falls to the ground laughing hysterically!
(Yukito gives in to another round of laughter, falling against Subarashi.)
Mekthros quietly says, "Stop speaking before I become more inclined to kill you than I already am."
Acherons laughs!
Mekthros glances at Myrisa.
Fithra says, "Hang on."
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
(Amerith nostrils flare slightly as she tries to hold on her laughter...)
Moraithi sits up.
Amerith clasps her hand over her mouth.
Fithra tightens his boots a bit.
Drinnon begins chuckling at Amerith!
Moraithi bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.
Amerith coughs.
Amerith blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
Arshwikk grins at Fithra.
Speaking quietly to Amerith, Ghestal says, "Let it out..."
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "But this is too funny."
Ghestal chuckles.
Amerith throws back her head and roars with laughter!
You ask, "Tugs of war?"
Acherons quietly says, "Talk about bein the but of the joke."
Amerith laughs at you!
Moraithi giggles.
Amerith clasps her hand over her mouth.
(Myrisa looks down and watches, trying hard not to laugh.)
Yukito grins at Achillea.
Mekthros taps his foot impatiently.
Jassylnn ponders.
Yukito grins at Acherons.
Ghestal takes a deep breath.
Ghestal takes a deep breath.
(Ghestal wipes away a tear)
Fithra places his feet onto Mekthros' chest.
Myrisa blinks at Fithra.
Moraithi says, "Aye I heard of gettin by by the seat of yer pants but this is rediculous."
Myrisa glances at Mekthros.
Yukito begins to twitch.
Mekthros stands up.
Fithra begins to yank hard on the pants, trying to dislodge them from Mekthros' head!
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
You grin at Moraithi.
Lysistrata begins to twitch.
(Linsha pinches the bridge of her nose before she bursts into a fit of laughter.)
Jassylnn starts chortling.
Amerith giggles at Mekthros!
Fithra exclaims, "Stop being uncooperative!"
Lysistrata covers her eyes with her hands.
Fithra exclaims, "Do you want these pants off or not?!"
Uniana looks thoughtfully at Fithra.
Myrisa looks over at Fithra and shakes her head.
Speaking to Fithra, Amerith says, "You could cut them off."
Speaking to Fithra, Myrisa says, "He doesn't."
You say, "Mights cuts dems off."
Lysistrata stares off into space.
You nod.
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Jennalyn whistles tunelessly to herself.
Sygel says, "Disintegrate."
Speaking to Fithra, Amerith says, "You might mess up and get some hair a bit..."
Acherons quietly says, "He'll never assume again."
Moraithi says, "No that might hurt the pants."
Sriella shakes her head.
Myrisa says, "He doesn't want them off! Lets move on."
You exclaim, "I's not sayings cut de pants!"
You duck your head.
Amerith says, "But scissors..."
Sriella chews on her fingernails.
Lysistrata grins at Uniana.
Lysistrata snickers.
Lysistrata clasps her hand over her mouth.
Amerith laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Tolwynn says, "I suppose I really have seen it all now. Good glory."
Myrisa grins at Uniana.
Linsha says, "Use a pry bar."
Tolwynn shakes his head.
Linsha nods to Fithra.
Mekthros put an ora-banded dark illthorn runestaff in his leather harness.
Achillea says, "Just cut his head off, that will fix it."
As Mekthros whispers to the ivory white skull on his scroll satchel, one of its arms unfreezes and swings out carrying a rolaren key. It carefully inserts it into the lock and with a *click* it opens!
Mekthros carefully moves the skeleton hands out of the way and opens his scroll satchel.
Mekthros rummages through an ebon black scroll satchel and removes a silver-spined book engraved with four elemental runes from in it.
Mekthros raises his silver-spined book and gestures.
Sparks begin to fly between the silver-spined book and Mekthros's fingers.
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Mekthros's hand and he seems to glow with power.
Mekthros gestures.
Mekthros looks considerably more imposing.
You nod to Achillea.
Mekthros tries to pull Fithra to his feet, but he is too heavy.
Mekthros tries to pull Fithra to his feet, but he is too heavy.
Mekthros tries to pull Fithra to his feet, but he is too heavy.
Mekthros pulls Fithra to his feet.
Mekthros tries to pull Fithra towards him.
Jennalyn says, "I say we boil them off."
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Mekthros snaps his fingers at Fithra.
Jennalyn examines her fingernails.
Fithra suddenly rips off the pants from Mekthros head with a sharp *RRRIIIPPP* sound! There appears to be quite a bit of scalp attached to the pants.
Jassylnn laughs!
You see Mekthros Savius.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has slightly narrowed deep cerulean eyes and exceedingly fair ashen skin. He has a bald head. He has a narrow face and tucked pointed ears.
He has a crimson-swept dark vaalin stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He has minor lacerations about the head and a possible mild concussion.
He has an old battle scar across his chest, an old battle scar across his abdominal area, and a scar across his face.
He is bleeding slightly from the head.
He is wearing a black ora Sheru symbol, a black ora circlet, a black leather harness, a dark steel sigil, a blackened eahnor thumb ring, some shadowy leather gloves, some black leather scale armor, some crimson-slashed black spidersilk pants, a pair of soot grey leather boots, an onyx-bound bloodjewel amulet, a night black hooded leather cloak, an ebon black scroll satchel, a gold and silver ring, a darkened spidersilk pack, and a burnished dark ora case.
Mekthros begins to twitch.
Yukito's jaw drops.
Myrisa cringes.
Jennalyn's jaw drops.
Ghestal laughs!
Yukito winces.
You say, "Dat work."
Amerith giggles at Fithra!
A small *click* followed by a whirring of gears can be heard as Mekthros opens his dark ora case.
Uniana buries her face in her hands.
Mekthros removes some aloeas stem from in his dark ora case.
Jassylnn starts chortling.
Amerith turns to Lochlaen and cheers!
Mekthros takes a bite of his aloeas stem.
Mekthros' head looks better.
Jassylnn giggles.
Linsha bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.
Keraseer's face turns slightly pale.
Mekthros put some aloeas stem in his dark ora case.
Lysistrata shudders.
Mekthros removes a rose-marrow potion from in his dark ora case.
Jassylnn laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Mekthros takes a drink from his rose-marrow potion.
Mekthros' head looks better.
You beam!
Fithra says, "Um, hm."
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Suntzhu calmly asks, "Ye charge for the haircut too?"
You say, "Shoulds."
You nod to Fithra.
Fithra says, "Um. Hm."
Yukito stares at Mekthros.
Moraithi asks, "Erm what happened to his ears?"
Sygel asks, "So.. back to work?"
Myrisa cocks her head at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "I think I took off your hair with that."
Mekthros quietly says, "There is really nothing you can do at this point to escape an inevitable demise in as slow and painful a fashion as I can possibly devise."
Mekthros quietly says, "You think so, do you."
Mekthros mutters under his breath.
Lysistrata stares off into space.
(Yukito looks at Mekthros' hair on the pants Fithra is holding.)
Yukito blinks at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "Yes."
Myrisa nods to Mekthros.
Lysistrata places a hand over her heart.
Fithra pets the matted bloody hair on the pants he now holds.
Myrisa says, "Bald..."
Yukito nods to Mekthros.
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Moraithi snickers.
Mekthros says, "I am surrounded by peons."
Lysistrata covers her eyes with her hands.
Fithra says, "I think I'll call him 'Scruffy'."
Amerith says, "He's umm."
Drinnon asks, "Hairy trancepants?"
Amerith says, "Bald."
Ghestal laughs at Mekthros!
You chortle.
Amerith laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Arshwikk glances at Mekthros.
Drinnon says, "Or Harry Trancepants."
Amerith nods to Fithra.
Moraithi rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!
Fithra says, "Hang on, hang on. I can get scruffy off the pants."
Linsha begins chortling at Fithra.
Arshwikk asks, "Peons?"
Fithra sits down.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa asks, "Well, at least the pants are gone?"
Mekthros glances at Myrisa.
Sriella blushes a bright red to the tips of her ears.
Myrisa appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Lysistrata hisses.
Mekthros says, "You really have no value for your life, do you."
Amerith grins at Fithra.
(Moraithi wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye)
Fithra produces a razor-sharp dagger which he swiftly uses to slice the matted hair out of the pants.
Speaking in broken common, Keraseer says, "I foresee an auction in the near future for a pair of hairy trancepants."
Keraseer giggles.
Amerith grins at Uniana.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "You are the one who wanted them off."
Amerith laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "Not me."
Moraithi nods to Keraseer.
You chuckle.
Moraithi snickers.
Sriella nods.
Moraithi sits up.
(Yukito bites his lip hard, trying to stop laughing. Tears stream down his face and he tried to wipe them away.)
Linsha flashes a wide grin.
Uniana grins at Yukito.
Limper nods to Drinnon.
Speaking to Ghestal, Linsha says, "This has been an amusing night."
Lysistrata stares at Fithra.
Yukito smiles.
Uniana raises her voice in merry laughter.
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Sygel says, "Scruffy just bit it.. ironically..."
Mekthros says, "Hurry it up."
Fithra tilts his scalp side to side, making the light play off it.
Uniana nods to Fithra.
Myrisa stares at Fithra.
Linsha grins.
Lysistrata folds her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.
Lysistrata squints at Fithra.
Speaking quietly to Linsha, Ghestal says, "Amazingly."
Subarashi chuckles to herself.
(Myrisa covers her own hair.)
Fithra says, "You really are going to have to sit. I need to sew."
Jassylnn blinks.
Fithra nods to Mekthros.
Moraithi says, "I'll give ye 10k fer it."
(Amerith cannot seem to stop the flow of laughter bubbling from her lips in between gasping for hair and clutching at her stomach.)
Mingxia winces.
Moraithi nods to Fithra.
Fithra put a pair of blood-stained pants in his grey velvet longcoat.
Myrisa exclaims, "20k!"
Suntzhu calmly says, "50K the scalp."
Jassylnn giggles.
Mekthros wrinkles his nose.
Myrisa stares at Suntzhu.
Moraithi says, "75."
Fithra says, "Unless you'd like me to bid this off, or sew it on lopsided."
Fithra nods to Mekthros.
Myrisa says, "Fine 150k."
Ghestal quietly says, "Hair replacement... 500k."
Amerith laughs at Ghestal!
Mekthros mutters under his breath.
Moraithi begins chuckling at Ghestal!
Fithra says, "I really do not think you want a lopsided head of hair."
Linsha says, "Watching him get scalped. Truly priceless."
You see Fithra Rendaes.
He appears to be a Nalfein Elf.
He appears to be young and robust. He has sharp vivid green eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, amber hair brushed to an elegant shine.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a scalp containing a mass of azure-streaked raven black hair in his right hand.
He is wearing a stately grey velvet longcoat sheened with subtle sanguine tones, an open-necked ruffled grey velvet shirt feathered with swaths of dark green, a thin silver filigree belt interlaced with a dark onyx rose, a pair of austere slate grey pants, and a pair of tall black leather boots clasped snugly by thin eahnor buckles.
Myrisa nods to Amerith.
Arshwikk says, "500k for a Mekthros scalp...hmmm."
Drinnon says, "I just KNEW there'd be an auction tonight."
Sygel says, "Personally, I'd rather have some clothing sewn."
You see Mekthros Savius.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has slightly narrowed deep cerulean eyes and exceedingly fair ashen skin. He has a bald head. He has a narrow face and tucked pointed ears.
He has a crimson-swept dark vaalin stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He has an old battle scar across his chest, an old battle scar across his abdominal area, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a black ora Sheru symbol, a black ora circlet, a black leather harness, a dark steel sigil, a blackened eahnor thumb ring, some shadowy leather gloves, some black leather scale armor, some crimson-slashed black spidersilk pants, a pair of soot grey leather boots, an onyx-bound bloodjewel amulet, a night black hooded leather cloak, an ebon black scroll satchel, a gold and silver ring, a darkened spidersilk pack, and a burnished dark ora case.
Mekthros says, "Stand on one of the peons."
Mekthros nods to Fithra.
Massima amusedly says, "I will pay a million. I always need another Faendryl scalp."
(Amerith wipes tears of mirth from her eyes.)
Taliesina says, "And finally, what everyone's been waiting for, the Fithra hair replacement system for men."
Taliesina ducks her head.
Massima smiles wolfishly.
Fithra exclaims, "Sit, or be bald and pantsless for the rest of your life, little man!"
Amerith grins at Taliesina.
Mingxia blinks.
Moraithi cackles!
Amerith giggles at Fithra!
Mekthros squints at Fithra.
Cylnthia's jaw drops.
Moraithi says, "I think he's made his choice."
Myrisa exclaims, "Little man!"
Amerith glances at Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "I don't think so."
Yukito leans softly against Subarashi.
Fithra grunts.
(Yukito slides down to the ground, clutching his belly.)
Yukito sits down.
Jassylnn starts chortling.
You roll around on the ground laughing hysterically!
You roll around on the ground laughing hysterically!
Mekthros mutters something about peons.
You chortle.
Ghestal begins chuckling at Mekthros!
Myrisa nods to Mekthros.
Lysistrata sighs resignedly.
Speaking to Mekthros, Myrisa says, "Yes, we know."
Jassylnn laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
You snicker.
Fithra hauls off and yanks Mekthros' down onto him, and in a blur of motion, swiftly sews his scalp back on. Wasting no time, he stands him up just as quickly and dusts him off.
Ghestal smiles at Jassylnn.
Mekthros runs a hand over his long azure-streaked raven black hair, trying to make himself presentable.
You see Mekthros Savius.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has slightly narrowed deep cerulean eyes and exceedingly fair ashen skin. He has long, azure-streaked raven black hair loosely swept back from his temples with some strands artfully braided to shoulder length. He has a narrow face and tucked pointed ears.
He has a crimson-swept dark vaalin stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He has an old battle scar across his chest, an old battle scar across his abdominal area, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a black ora Sheru symbol, a black ora circlet, a black leather harness, a dark steel sigil, a blackened eahnor thumb ring, some shadowy leather gloves, some black leather scale armor, some crimson-slashed black spidersilk pants, a pair of soot grey leather boots, an onyx-bound bloodjewel amulet, a night black hooded leather cloak, an ebon black scroll satchel, a gold and silver ring, a darkened spidersilk pack, and a burnished dark ora case.
Fithra says, "There you are."
Mekthros wrinkles his nose.
Mekthros says, "Lovely."
Mingxia blinks.
Mekthros gazes at his reflection in the witchwood mirror.
Myrisa says, "Don't pull too hard."
Fithra sits down.
Uniana looks thoughtfully at Mekthros.
Lysistrata nods to Mekthros.
Mingxia cringes.
Moraithi chuckles.
Uniana holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
Mekthros says, "Now that we've done that."
(Yukito calms down, panting to catch his breath.)
Moraithi says, "I think I liked em better with the pants."
Myrisa moves to stand in front of Fithra.
Amerith ducks her head.
Mekthros says, "I believe I'll be taking my part of the toll for the evening. Mind you, I'm still planning on other vengeance in the near future."
Amerith ducks slightly and covers her head with her arms.
Mekthros says, "Hold still."
Mekthros removes a long-bladed black alloy dagger from in his leather harness.
Long tendrils of dark shadow leap from Mekthros's black alloy dagger, streaming towards Fithra as if they were hungry vipers lunging for their target!
Fithra evades the attack!
The shadowy tendrils flail wildly and miss their mark, then snap back towards Mekthros's black alloy dagger!
Fithra says, "Oh, yes."
Long tendrils of dark shadow leap from Mekthros's black alloy dagger, streaming towards Fithra as if they were hungry vipers lunging for their target!
The shadowy tendrils strike out at Fithra snapping, swarming, and whipping about Fithra while tearing his life away!
Fithra says, "Hm."
Jassylnn laughs!
Mekthros nods.
Mekthros put a long-bladed black alloy dagger in his leather harness.
Myrisa rubs Fithra.
Mekthros says, "I believe... that'll do."
Myrisa glances at Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "For now."
You stare at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "Oh, yes, for now."
Lysistrata glances at Mekthros.
Lysistrata glances at Fithra.
Myrisa slowly empties her lungs.
Moraithi ponders.
Fithra leans forward a bit.
Mekthros rolls his dark illthorn runestaff between his palms, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Fithra tilts his black alloy dagger side to side, but the dagger seems to be absorbing the light causing a nauseating blurring effect.
Fithra says, "Nice dagger."
Jassylnn stifles a yawn.
Lysistrata rolls her eyes.
Fithra grins.
Mekthros says, "Isn't it."
Arshwikk chuckles.
Amerith grins at Fithra.
Uniana blinks at Fithra.
You snicker.
Arshwikk says, "Try it out."
Arshwikk nods to Fithra.
Fithra flips the dagger idly.
Uniana looks thoughtfully at Fithra.
Mekthros rolls his dark illthorn runestaff between his palms, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Mekthros glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Moraithi says, "Give ye 10k fer that blade there Fithra."
Moraithi nods to Fithra.
Fithra says, "Oh, no."
Fithra says, "It is his, I suppose."
Mekthros runs a hand over his long azure-streaked raven black hair, trying to make himself presentable.
Moraithi says, "Not how I see it at the moment."
Myrisa grins at Mekthros.
Fithra says, "I'll keep an eye on this."
Fithra gazes thoughtfully at his black alloy dagger.
Fithra offers Mekthros a long-bladed black alloy dagger.
Mekthros accepts Fithra's black alloy dagger.
Mekthros tilts his black alloy dagger side to side, but the dagger seems to be absorbing the light causing a nauseating blurring effect.
Ghestal peers quizzically at Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "Do."
Fithra says, "Have a lovely night, Sir Heavybottom Pantshead."
Mekthros put a long-bladed black alloy dagger in his leather harness.
Fithra bows rather funnily.
Mekthros glances at Fithra.
Lysistrata sighs.
Amerith grins at Fithra.
Lysistrata gazes up into the heavens.
Ghestal chortles softly at some secret joke.
Mekthros says, "Until next time."
Myrisa says, "Heavybottem Pantshead."
Linsha says, "Have another drink. I am sure that was taxing on you."
Linsha nods to Fithra.
Fithra says, "Oh, yes."
Fithra removes a flask of sandfire liquor from in his grey velvet longcoat.
Ghestal quietly says, "Or ten."
Fithra says, "I nearly forgot it."
Fithra takes a drink from his sandfire liquor.
Mekthros quietly says, "They say drinking will get you killed."
Myrisa waves a hand at Mekthros, dismissing him indifferently.
Fithra exclaims, "They also say trying to be vaguely threatening shall not work on drunk people!"
Fithra put a flask of sandfire liquor in his grey velvet longcoat.
Linsha snickers.
Arshwikk says, "Calling everyone around you a peon will get ya killed too."
You chortle.
Ghestal raises an eyebrow.
Mekthros quietly says, ""Vaguely" indeed."