Pompous Words
// Raiders making unfortunate typos.
[Ramc]: Benistron> You tell the group 'I can mustard up the people that I will n eed.'
[Ramc]: He's the hamburgler.
//When other good-aligned people get tired of your melodrama...
Kryrisa whispers, in aelin, 'He searched his whole life in adventuring for happiness and only found sorrow.'
Vaedyal thinks 'Ohh heere we go...'
//"Lady" Quillian is introducing herself to Ildal, who seems less than impressed.
Ildal> Quillian curtsies regally, intoning 'I am Quillian, daughter of Sanassa, of the Seventh House of Ashta Harrud, Potentate of the Southlands, Heiress to the Most Revered Drake of the Burning Sands, Rajah of the Crimson Territories, Sister of the Sandwraiths.'
Ildal> You say 'I shall call you Quil.'
[Notify]: Caistan is praying for: Let this go well...
[Iandir]: sure thing
[Iandir]: dumbass
[Synrael]: You know, being an imm on this mud has stopped me praying in real life
[Synrael]: Just for fear that God would react in the same way that we do
//The Septling Highlord of the Canyon gets burned
Slitar> You tell Idresti 'Were I not preoccupied I would be there already.'
Slitar> Idresti tells you, in arcane, 'Heh, and you will not come for a lone scholar who awaits. Your blood runs lukewarm.'
Apocraphix> You tell the group, 'My name is Apocraphix!'
Apocraphix> You tell the group, 'Apocraphix Baltheozan!'
Apocraphix> You tell the group, 'The destroyed of Evil!'
Apocraphix> You tell the group, 'Urm.. the destroyer..'
