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[ 58] Iridrorn: A petition for sculpting Tue Apr 7 17:57:05 2009 To: Lania Immortal Lania,

My name is Iridrorn, a Champion of Aramril. I'm contacting you to ask if you or your students would be willing to sculpt a statue for me. get all altar would like this statue to sit within the foyer of the spirit palace, once it is restored to it's former glory. I shall attempt to explain in detail what get all altar would like done, so you can inform me of the length of time, price and amount of work this might entail for yourself and your students.

Get all altar would like the statue to be set upon white marble, carved into the likeness of clouds. Upon the clouds, a formation of heroes, twelve to be exact. Carved into the followings likenesses.

(names cut for space)

Get all altar would like as much detail as you can manage in this, please? I want this to stand as a tribute to everyone that fought during the eyeblight war, and finally drove the shuddeni out of the spirit palace.

As well, I would like a plaque affixed to the bottom of the statue, with an inscription bearing the names of each person carved into the statue, and a quote: Here stand the hero's of the surface. By the guidance of Calaera and the might of Rystaia and her Seraphim did they forever drive back the shuddeni horde from this palace, once more assuring the world of the might of unity and purity in each of our brothers and sisters.

Iridrorn

E for effort, A for aliasfail

An excerpt from the start of Zossin's BG:

The srryn rushed from the thick swamp, running at full speed to the small village. No one was aware of the oncoming murderous rampage, and was all was said and done all that was left alive was a crying child standing over the corpses of his two parents crying out for bloody revenge at any cost, a blood oath which must be fulfilled!

A young Zossin smirked, closing the new book his father had purchased for him, finding the author both predictable and boring at the same time...

Helenist yells 'Tonight your children will call me daddy'

Bourof says 'With this strange finger I fear nothing.'

[OOC] Ojaron: Hey I have to clean my lil brothers ear out real quick.

Cache of Discord's first fruit:

[  1] Dabriel: Excuse me?
Mon May 30 12:05:44 2005
To: Turaythe
Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else? I'm an Ethron Bard, 
not a  warrior. And I havn't "wet myself" since I was seven. If you want to
talk, I hang out in Bandor. - Dabriel

[Transmitt]: So this guy is named "Syrian"
[Transmitt]: Which is pretty blatantly bad
[Transmitt]: I pull him in for a name change
[Iacobos]: Well, it sounds OK
[Iacobos]: At least it's not Frenchie
[Iacobos]: Or Lesbian
[Transmitt]: I give my standard:  "Do you know why you are here?" he says 
"I think so..." , to which I say "Why?" expecting him to tell me that his name is bad
[Transmitt]: But no
[Transmitt]: He tells me:  "Because I was bored... and cheated"
[Transmitt]: Proceeds to remove his eq and drop it.  The pieces he presumably passed to
himself.  I statted, it, and sure enough, he passed it
[Transmitt]: Hahaha
[Transmitt]: "Do you know why you are here?"
[Transmitt]: has to be the best line ever

[Notify]: Sirthia is praying for: I have a question about a role I want to make. I want this c haracter to be sort of like a Malkavian in Vampires, no blood sucking, but the crazy part. WIt h that crazy part, he says something, once a time I'm logged on, tha

[Notify]: Sirthia is praying for: -- no blood sucking, but the crazy part. WIth that crazy par t, he says something, once a time I'm logged on, that's not of this realm, like, "Mother told me to tell you to not go on the street when cars are driving!"

[Notify]: Mihrath is praying for: Your faithful servant seeks guidance now.

[Korodrath]: Hello, you've reached the Demesnes of the Gods. Nobody's home right now, but if you leave your name, rank, and guild after the lightning bolt, we'll be sure to wrath you later too.

Toronaak> OOC, in aelin, to Isenrode: This went faster with Ken here. Who does he think he is, going off to have sex with Katie while there's powerleveling to be done?

A hooded rogue tells you 'Tell me do you talk this big while you are not an avatar?'

Zaht's background is: Zaht, for all his unremarkable appearance, is the result of a rather remarkable mistake. Though always a Ch'taren, it wasn't until his sixth year that he became the one known only as Zaht (though some may argue that he is now also known as, but not limited to: Annoying, Pest, Headache, and Insufferable). His heritage is mundane; he was born as a 100th-something generation Ch'taren, and deprived of an angst-ridden childhood by finding birthplace not in the slave camps of Yithoul, but in an average merchant household in Earendam. Both parents are still alive and well, and never once mistreated their son. In fact, one must imagine how a Ch'taren could mistreat a child. Perhaps with, "Oh you naughty boy! For breaking that vase, you are only allowed -two- slices of cake!"

Coincidentally, that very statement was made at least thrice in the Ch'taren's Pre-Zaht existence. Unlike the following statement, which was made only once, "Son, you are now apprenticed to the Scholar/Alchemist/Storyteller, Mooghal Baphul (his self-given pen name, done so in some vain hope of gaining some shared notoriety with a particular demonic entity)." It was a statement that Pre-Zaht was delighted to hear, and Zaht proper would never remember.

The first year of the Ch'taren's apprenticeship was benign enough. He was tasked mostly with jobs both redundant and gopherly. Bring this vial. Fetch more lemon verbana. Water tentacled monstrosity. Find weenus of Shura. No no, weenus! Oh, just bring the entire elbow. And such was his life for those long months, up until the culmination of Mooghal Baphul's experiments.

Now, to understand who, or what, Zaht is, requires understanding Mooghal Baphul. Fortunately, one is not required to read his extensive (and highly unpopular) series of pulp literature, "Mooghal Baphul's Adventures of Thaz, Extraplanar Thiefer". The title alone explains much. The writer had made a name for himself by writing the longest series of fictional literature to never adorn a single shelf in the Earendam library (or any other library, for that matter). And the titular hero of this series was a particularly heroic, dashing, and unbelievably witty Ch'taren rogue by the name of Thaz. Just Thaz. And only Thaz.

Sadly, as incredible as Mooghal Baphul believed his books to be, they only garnered him ridicule from writers and critics alike. And thus he put his surprising wealth of magical and alchemaic talents into seeking a means to grant his books fame, artificial or otherwise. It was the culmination of this search, the final grand experiment of thus, that turned one normal Ch'taren boy, into an abnormally exaggerated caricature.

Needless to say, the experiment ended in a grandiose failure. An accident occurred involving some potion or another and a particularly charming magic mirror was shattered. The result? Instead of Mooghal's stories of Thaz becoming unforgettable in the minds of many, one Ch'taren child became forgotten in his own mind. Gone was the forgettable boy. In his place was Zaht, the bungled personification of Thaz the Extraplanar Thiefer. Still heroic, not so dashing, and verbally clumsy beyond reasonable belief. Entirely Zaht. Only Zaht. And always Zaht.

(Brazen: This background is full of WIN.)