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You say, "Ah, I had forgotten. Ahkan and the fancy one had a mishap."

Thessaly tilts her head curiously at you.

You give an unrefined sapphire to a fancy woodling.

You say to a fancy woodling, "You lost that."

The fancy woodling bursts out into copious tears of happiness and hugs his
sapphire, rocking back and forth with it in his grip.

Naerva says, "Will they grow into something more, or will they always be as they
are now?"

Olanre says, "It would be a curse indeed for them to grow larger than they are.
Yet as We grow, they will as well. As Our power increases, so to does theirs."

The fancy woodling shakes his head sadly and points the to tree and then up
towards the canopy.

The fat woodling waddles over to Ahkan and rubs up against his leg.

Ahkan reaches over with a grin on his face and playfully ruffles a fat
woodling's hair.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "You're still a
hero."

The fat woodling beams, glowing with obvious pride as he nods vigorously.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fancy woodling, "Hopefully we can
put the whole sword thing behind us?"

Ahkan coughs softly at a fancy woodling.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder whispers to you, "It was an accident."

You peer at Ahkan unscrupulously.

Ahkan shrugs helplessly at you.

Naerva creeps away from the scene slowly.

Naerva leaves to the west.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to you, "He's in one piece. His
branches look healthy and the leaves on his head look vibrant and healthy!"

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder whispers to you, "Is it a he or a she?"

Frowning, the fancy woodling turns his away from Ahkan, obviously pouting still.

You look undecided and say, "I suppose. No more pruning him."

Thessaly Sazuran asks Ahkan, "Maybe if you gave it an apology gift?"

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "I was just thinking that."

Thessaly removes a wintry belt embellished with lace.

Thessaly gives a wintry belt embellished with lace to Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum
of Sukhder.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "If this were Kinsarmar, I'd just
give it a pair of panties and celebrate."

Ahkan whispers something to Thessaly.

You give Ahkan the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Thessaly whispers something to Ahkan.

Thessaly grins mischievously at Ahkan.

The fancy woodling glares at Ahkan, and stamps his little wood foot angrily in a
dramatic gesture.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fancy woodling, "Could we start
rebuilding trust if I gave a belt that was very frilly and attractive? It would
go well with your sapphire! It glitters."

Ahkan proudly shows off a wintry belt embellished with lace:
This elaborate belt has been fashioned from a length of supple leather painted
over with several thin, even coats of a dark silver shade. Overlaid with fragile
lace of a lighter silver hue, this wintry accessory clearly tends towards the
aesthetic rather than the practical. Crocheted into a captivating flurry of
butterfly wing patterns gradually melding into bursts of wildflower designs, the
thin lace is intricate and ornate. A finely-wrought silver buckle, gleaming as
though rimed with a translucent layer of white ice, is designed to fasten the
belt firmly around the waist. Delicately blown and molded into the shapes of
minute spheres and icicles, a myriad of beads of transparent glass and pale
silver have been meticulously sewn into the lace, glinting in any light and
shaking with even the slightest movement.

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "See?"

Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fancy woodling, "You would almost
scintillate more than Kanthari, which is saying something."

The fancy woodling seems to consider, glancing at the silver and lace of the
belt, the creature perks up and reaches for it.

Tossing a handful of gold dust above your head, you feel its protection bind
over you as the flakes cling to your skin.

You say to Ahkan, "Hush."

Thessaly gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

A fancy woodling dances happily in the shower of gold dust and poses in front of his puddle, the
belt briefly forgotten.

The woodling then remembers his belt and begins to climb up Ahkan's leg to get
his prize.

Thessaly Sazuran says to a fancy woodling, "You look very nice."

The fancy woodling nods his head, and prances about to better display his
finery.

The fancy woodling agrees with Thessaly and is smacked on the head by the bloody
woodling, who clearly hates gold dust and all things fabulous.


Thessaly Sazuran exclaims to a bloody woodling, "Hey!"

The bloody woodling cackles wickedly and hefts his tiny spear in the air
triumphantly.

You have emoted: Kanthari reaches into his pack to withdraw a handful of gold
dust, dumping the entirety of it over the bloody woodling out of spite.

Thessaly giggles happily at you.

Thessaly pats a fancy woodling in a friendly manner.

The woodlings collectively point and laugh at the bloody one, who is scowling
miserably as he glitters beneath a layer of gold.

A bloody glittering woodling wails like an old woman.

"woodling94416"           a bloody glittering woodling

A bloody glittering woodling dunks his head repeatedly into the puddle, but only
succeeds in spreading the golden dust further.

Thessaly Sazuran says to a bloody glittering woodling, "You should be nicer."

A bloody glittering woodling sniffles softly.

You say to a bloody glittering woodling, "It's the devil to get off of things.
You should be alright in a week."

A bloody glittering woodling attempts to hide, burrowing himself into the soil.

Thessaly grins mischievously.

The remaining woodlings mock and laugh at the now glittering bloody woodling.

A hiss from the uppermost canopy causes all the woodlings to jump in fright and
they scatter in every direction while pretending to be seeing to their tasks.


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    The love sick woodling glances up at Thessaly curiously, and waddles close.

    You have emoted: Kanthari says tersely to a love-sick woodling, "No."

    Thessaly stares widely at the woodling, her eyes bright.

    The love-sick woodling slumps down dejectedly.

    Annoyed, the love sick woodling bites the fat woodling on the arm.

    Thessaly glances from Kanthari to the woodling before inching closer to the
    little beings.

    The fat woodling takes up the dead body of one of the vermin and bashes
    love-sick on the head.

    You say to Thessaly, "The fancy one isn't half bad."

    The fancy woodling preens under the praise, and adjusts his leaves in a cheeky
    new fashion.

    The fat woodling and the cross-eyed woodling launch themselves at one another,
    kicking and flailing about rudely.

    You have emoted: Kanthari ponders the fancy woodling for a moment, reaching into
    his pack to retrieve a bit of gold bonedust. He sprinkles it over the top of the
    creature, appearing amused as he replies, "They tend the tree, and cause
    mischief."

    The fancy woodling emits a strange excited noise and rushes to his puddle to
    gaze at his own reflection.

    Rowynn Sol'Anlumaire says to you, "I think you just made its day."

    You smile impishly and say to Rowynn, "That's what I'm here for."

    Rowynn smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over her features.

    Thessaly steps over to the fancy woodling, grinning all the while as she peers
    into the reflection with it.

    Thessaly smiles and says to a fancy woodling, "You look very charming."

    The bloody woodling snarls pushes the fancy woodling directly into the puddle,
    splashing Thessaly.

    Kanthari observes the woodlings as he remarks to Thessaly, "Told you."

    The woodlings snicker at point at their fancy brother, but the smelly one rushes
    to help him up.

    Thessaly blinks in surprise, a wounded expression crossing her fae-ish features
    as she bemoans, "My dress is wet.."

    You have emoted: Kanthari tears a small square patch of cloth from the corner of
    his pack, placing a thimble's worth of gilt dust in it and tying it off with a
    string. With a wink, he sets it outside the puddle near the fancy woodling.

    You say to Thessaly, "I could step on that one, if you wish?"

    The fancy woodling rushes to the little pile of dust, carefully hoarding it away
    so his brothers cannot have any.


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  • edited February 2013
    A baby woodling peers up curiously at Aleutia and then at Kanthari.

    Opening his mouth wide, Ahkan gapes in wonder.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "They can...breed?"

    Aleutia blinks slowly, her head tilting to the side as she observes the tiny woodling.

    Peering down at a baby woodling, Kanthari replies, "I didn't do it."

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to Kanthari, "Tell me you didn't....the fancy woodling."

    Kanthari scoffs, "Please."

    The fancy woodling carefully takes the baby by his little hand and leads him away. He snickers and shakes his head at Ahkan.

    Aleutia asks dubiously, "How many of these things are about now?"

    Ahkan shrugs helplessly at you.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "Wait. wait."

    The fancy woodling bows at Kanthari with a dramatic gesture and begins to point at the Leechwood and then at the soil. With a grin, he slaps the fat woodling on the back, who then spits up a little mound of soil.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "Keep up the good work."

    Aleutia opens her mouth and then closes it, appearing bemused.

    A grin on his face, Kanthari bows to the fancy woodling in turn.

    The fancy woodling points towards the soil, and then back again to the baby and the tree.

    Aleutia says carefully, "I shall pray the fat woodling wasn't involved."

    Katalina tilts her head curiously.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to Kanthari, "So uh..I think sparkle pants there is saying the baby came from the dirt."

    A baby woodling is imitating the fancy woodling's gestures, and attempts to hit the fat woodling on the back as well.

    Anaya blinks.

    You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.

    Katalina stares implacably at Ahkan.

    Lady Katalina Dios, Lord of the Storm says to Ahkan, "This is somehow your doing, isn't it?"

    The fat woodling snarls at the baby and raises his hand as if to smack him, but a menacing look from the fancy woodling makes him reconsider.

    A baby woodling sticks his tongue out in playful defiance.

    You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

    Kanthari grins mischievously at you.

    Anaya gives a baby woodling the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

    Ahkan reaches over with a grin on his face and playfully ruffles a fat woodling's hair.

    Peering up at the canopy of the Leechwood, the fat woodling nods his head as in agreement.

    The woodlings all devolve into fits of laughter, mocking and pointing at the fat woodling. The baby woodling tries to imitate this sound as well, but the sound is more of a whispery giggle.

    Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal whispers to you, "The bloody-faced one reminds me of you."

    Kanthari winks at you.

    You snort arrogantly at Kanthari.

    You say to Kanthari, "I would have washed the glitter off by now."

    Kanthari grins mischievously.

    Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "Yet for some reason, I'm still around."

    You snort arrogantly.

    The fat woodling smiles at the baby, and gestures for him to come closer, encouraging him by displaying a large and interesting leaf.

    A baby woodling says, "Ooooooh."

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "Be nice."

    Katalina urges a fat woodling onwards.

    A baby woodling runs over to the fat woodling to take the leaf, and the fat woodling sniggers and hides it from him.

    A baby woodling begins bawling his eyes out, face wet with tears.

    Ahkan slowly fades into view.

    You wince in pain.

    Cringing, you say, "By the Maiden, make it stop crying."

    The fat woodling cackles and waves his leaf around, putting it within the reach of the baby and then snatching it away again.

    In a huff, Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "I swear."

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "Hey now. Stop acting like ---."

    Katalina gives a large Xiur-shaped candy to a baby woodling.

    Anaya smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over her features.

    Ahkan prods a fat woodling in the chest.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "Shape up, fluffy."

    Lady Katalina Dios, Lord of the Storm says, "..I don't even know if they can have candy.."

    A baby woodling wails pitifully and runs over to the fancy woodling with his piece of candy. He sits down and continues to cry, yet when the fancy woodling turns his head he sticks his tongue out at fatty once more.

    The fancy woodling and the love-sick woodling work together and scold the fat one, making harsh sounds and rude gestures. Meanwhile, the baby woodling is smirking at them from the corner.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "You're the uh...big brother...woodling. You're supposed to look out for the other woodlings. Sort of like how I look after Kanthari."

    Kanthari ponders the situation.

    Aleutia glances over the baby woodling, remarking to Kanthari, "It's rather devious, I think."

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to you, "It is."

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "It's definitely the Lionas woodling."

    The fat woodling sighs and nods at Ahkan, trying to ignore the smirking insolence of the baby as the fancy woodling fawns over him.

    Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says to you, "I'm not sure that's a bad thing."

    Ahkan coughs softly.

    Katalina whispers something to Ahkan.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to Katalina, "I would never."

    "Uh...huh.." Katalina says, staring skeptically at Ahkan.

    Aleutia gives a quiet laugh.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder whispers something to a fat woodling.

    The baby woodling continues to dramatically wail and cry, flailing his little arms around as if still afraid of the fat woodling. The fancy woodling scowls at his fat brother, and continues to scold him.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "Will someone tell --- to shut up."

    Ahkan glares angrily at a baby woodling.

    You take a lovable Demi teddy bear from a pack of Nature's aspect.

    Aleutia holds a lovable Demi teddy bear up to the baby woodling, her expression dubious.

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to you, "Creepiest thing I have ever seen."

    Katalina's eyes sparkle with amusement at Ahkan.

    Sharply, you say to Ahkan, "Hush."

    A baby woodling turns his wide eyes to Aleutia, a look of sweet curiosity in their wooden depths.

    A baby woodling sniggers evilly at Ahkan.

    Aleutia offers to the tiny woodling as she continues to show off the toy, "If you're quite, you may play with it a time. Hm?"

    The fancy woodling raises a brow at the baby, who immediately begins crying again.

    You wince in pain.

    Ahkan ponders the situation.

    Ahkan holds up a churata in front of a baby woodling. "Doesn't this look pretty?"

    The baby reaches up eagerly for the prize, which is enormous in comparison to him. The fat woodling looks on, trying to restrain himself and looking up at Ahkan for approval.

    Aleutia kneels down, offering the massive doll to the tiny woodling as she murmurs, "No more crying, aye?"

    Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to a fat woodling, "Good man. We always have to appear stoic and unflinching, while maintaining and air of mystery and amusement."

    The fat woodling and the cross-eyed woodling launch themselves at one another, kicking and flailing about rudely.

    Lady Katalina Dios, Lord of the Storm says, "..."

    Katalina shakes her head at Ahkan.

    The baby woodling sniffles and nods at Aleutia, reaching out eagerly.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat takes excessive interest in the massive doll proffered to the tiny woodling, sniffing it with curiosity.

    You cease wielding a lovable Demi teddy bear in your left hand.

    You give a lovable Demi teddy bear to a baby woodling.

    A baby woodling gives a lovable Demi teddy bear a compassionate hug.

    Aleutia smiles faintly.

    You pat a baby woodling in a friendly manner.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat headbutts a baby woodling impatiently.

    A baby woodling struggles to move with his prize back towards the trunk of the tree. As the other woodlings attempt to help him, he snarls ferociously and snaps at them as if trying to bite them. They all back away slowly, letting the baby have his way.

    A baby woodling frowns at a cinnamon tortoiseshell cat.

    Aleutia gives a little laugh, her features turning to vast amusement at the sight of the baby woodling.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat sniffs at a baby woodling, taking in his scent.

    A baby woodling stands between the cat and his new prize, and readies himself to defend it.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat sneezes suddenly, covering her nose with her paws for a brief instant.

    The fancy woodling and the bloody woodling shake their heads at one another, and pretend not to notice the baby is picking fights with cats.

    You whisper to a baby woodling, "Try hissing at it."

    The baby woodling, seeing no help coming from his brethren begins to cry once more. Setting up a wail that is blood-curdling in its tone.

    You cringe pathetically.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat skitters backwards, obviously distressed at the noise.

    A baby woodling attempts to hiss at the cat, but just manages to spit on him a bit.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat gives a strangled meow, looking plaintively about itself as it looks for somewhere to hide behind.

    Lady Katalina Dios, Lord of the Storm says to Ahkan, "He's starting to look like you.."

    You say to Kanthari, "By the Maiden, they're worse than your children."

    Stressing the first word, Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says to you, "My children?"

    The other woodlings are pointedly ignoring the confrontation, stepping around them as they continue their duties.

    A baby woodling hisses at a cinnamon tortoiseshell cat.

    Aleutia replies pointedly to Kanthari, glancing sidelong to him, "Yes."

    Kanthari looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

    A baby woodling stands straight with taut shoulders before you, demanding the respect he deserves.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat ducks behind a fat woodling suddenly.

    You peer at a baby woodling unscrupulously.

    You say to a baby woodling, "If you're going to cry, you have to give the doll back."

    The fat woodling jumps, but doesn't deter the cat from it's intent. He flashes a cheeky grin up at Ahkan and continues to stand there, not involving himself.

    A baby woodling hisses at you.

    You hiss at a baby woodling.

    A baby woodling begins bawling his eyes out, face wet with tears.

    You say to a baby woodling, "I'm rather bigger than a cat."

    A baby woodling points accusingly at you.

    Ahkan winks knowingly at a fat woodling.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat hisses at a baby woodling.

    A baby woodling sniffles softly at a fancy woodling.

    Ahkan reaches over with a grin on his face and playfully ruffles a cinnamon tortoiseshell cat's hair.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat rubs up against Ahkan affectionately.

    The fancy woodling sighs and shakes his head at the baby, no longer allowing himself to be manipulated.

    You whisper to Kanthari, "Perhaps the fancy one isn't you after all."

    Kanthari stares over at you for a moment, head tilting to the side faintly.

    A rich spiced perfume hovers in the surrounding air.

    A baby woodling tries a new tactic and begins to throw little rocks and leaves at the cat and at Aleutia.

    Aleutia kicks a small clot of dirt at the baby woodling in response.

    You look undecided and say to Kanthari, "It's definitely worse than your children."

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat ignores the baby woodling entirely, suddenly bored.

    Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal mutters, "My children."

    The love-sick woodling sighs and wanders over to the baby. Making soothing noises, the love-sick woodling attempts to appease the little beast while trying to keep away the cat.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat meanders about the area, apparently ignoring everything about it.

    The baby frowns at the cat, and then at Aleutia. He throws himself at the love-sick woodling for comfort, and love-sick obliges him by patting his head and whispering to him.

    The fat woodling rolls his eyes and makes gagging noises.

    You look undecided and say, "At least it's not crying anymore."

    Lionas grunts noncommittally.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat suddenly pounces at the baby woodling, knocking him over.

    The fancy woodling nods emphatically at Aleutia and continues to attend his duties.

    A baby woodling begins bawling his eyes out, face wet with tears.

    Flatly, you say, "I may kill that cat."

    Katalina snickers softly to herself.

    Aleutia nudges the cat away from the baby woodling with her foot, appearing displeased.

    A cinnamon tortoiseshell cat picks the baby woodling up, a trial for such a cat, and scrambles away to the east, dragging the woodling behind it.

    The fat woodling and the fancy woodling look at each other in disbelief.

    Kanthari ponders the situation.

    The fat woodling shrugs, and begins to whistle a happy little tune as he resumes his usual activities of eating dirt.

    Kanthari, Aspect of Moradeim leaves to the east, a feeling of confusion leaving with him.

    The shifting form of Kanthari, Aspect of Moradeim enters from the east.

    The fancy woodling shakes his head and mutters to himself.

    The fat woodling toddles around, pinching bits of soil in his gnarled little fingers and putting them into his mouth to taste them.

    You look undecided and say to Kanthari, "I'm blaming Ahkan for this one."

    Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says to you, "I'm...surprisingly alright with that."
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  • MenochMenoch Raleigh, NC, USA
    Where is Dregs when you need him?
  • Menoch said:
    Where is Dregs when you need him?
    Dregs is gone.  You are the Dregs now.  Long live the Dregs.
  • MenochMenoch Raleigh, NC, USA
    I don't flatter myself in those ways. Although I do frequently kill those children and baby mobs in Kalaya woods and animate them, citing it as a very late term abortion. Dreguar always had a serial killer quality to him that Menoch lacks in some ways.
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  • MenochMenoch Raleigh, NC, USA
    A little bit of both. Serial killer, maybe not. ASPD? Could easily be diagnosed.
  • It's problematic to imagine Menoch as being badass because my mental image of the character is:

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    ‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’

    ‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
  • Which one is Menoch?
  • I thought it was obvious Selthis was on the left and Iluv on the right.
    ‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’

    ‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
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  • MenochMenoch Raleigh, NC, USA
    Man that's messed up, Lionas never wears polka dots and is not pictured in a sweater vest.
  • I see a disturbing lack of woodling
    :-L

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  • Some of the best parts of woodlings are their random messages.

    A rustle of leaves within the canopy of the Leechwood causes the fat woodling to hastily draw a circle in the air with a gnarled digit before bowing in reverence.


    With a step backwards, the fancy woodling narrowly avoids being assaulted by the cross-eyed woodling.
    I am the righteous one... 
    the claims are stated - it's the world I've created 
  • The best part of woodlings is fancy woodling.

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  • Kanthari said:
    The best part of woodlings is fancy woodling.
    Only because you threw GLITTER all over my woodling, you jerk.

  • With a triumphant squeak, the fat woodling shoves a handful of soil into the mouth of the drunken woodling. The drunken woodling protests vigorously as the fat one sits on him until he swallows the earthen clod.
  • AhkanAhkan Texas
    edited March 2013
    Weekly dose of woodlings! (which sneaks in some Olanre)

    The woodlings snigger rudely and point at Ahre, suggesting more notes for the fancy one to take. The fat woodling breaks away and plops himself down upon Ahkan's foot, trying to crush his toes.

    You have emoted: Ahkan leans down and ruffles the tufts of leaves atop the fat woodling's head, whispering the word, "Hero."

    The fat woodling nods solemnly up at his mentor and beams with pride.

    You say to Ahre, "You can flirt with the love-sick woodling?"

    Ahre says, "Why?"

    You say, "You're single and have a pulse...he's available?"

    The love-sick woodling perks up at this and prances towards Ahre with a hopeful look on his ugly wooden face.

    Ahre says to you, "The smelly one sat on my boot..."

    The love-sick woodling produces a scrap of cloth from somewhere and promptly cleans off Ahre's foot. When he is done he waves his scrap of cloth with a flourish and bows romantically.

     Ahre pets a love-sick woodling ingratiatingly.

    The love-sick woodling swoons, falling flat upon his back. The fat woodling immediately leaves Ahkan to crush his brother with his hind quarters.

    The fat woodling pretends to look contrite for a moment, but sniggers at the fallen love-sick woodling. The love-sick woodling begins to murmur dramatically, opening one eye to peer at Ahre to see if she is watching.

    The fancy woodling makes a fierce face and stares intently at a section of soil, an unskilled mimicry of what happened.

    You say to a fancy woodling, "Oh, she did the whole eyes thing to the baby woodling?"

    The fancy woodling nods solemnly at Ahkan, trying to stifle a sob but failing miserably.

    The fat woodling rolls his eyes at the fancy one and nudges the drunk, who likewise rolls his bleary eyes at the fancy one.

    The fancy woodling makes a very un-fancy gesture at his brothers and skulks off, hastily scribbling more notes on his bark.

    You say to a fat woodling, "Remember when she blasted you?"

    The fat woodling cackles and nods happily at Ahkan.

    Ahre says to a love-sick woodling, "You may sit on my boot, if you would like."

    The love-sick woodling sighs happily and nestles himself down upon Ahre's foot. He sits there contentedly, his eyes glazed over. The other woodlings make gagging noises as they point and laugh at him.

    Ahre says to you, "Make them behave."

    You say to Ahre, "Honestly, they are behaving."

    You say, "Nothing's getting destroyed or dismantled...and there aren't twigs being torn off."

     The fat woodling grins and nods at Ahre while slapping the drunk on the head.

    Katalina: That sounded like Loosh describing Ahkan and Kanthari..
    Aleutia:  that's fairly accurate

    Ahre says, "I should put them in a sack, and hang them from the tree...."

    You say, "It's probably best not to unite the woodlings against any single person."

    You headbutt Mena, following traditional Xiur greeting.

    The woodlings watch Ahkan with wide eyes and excited, wicked little grins. Immediately they begin to headbutt each other ferociously, knocking flakes of bark off each other. Only the love-sick woodling remains happily on Ahre's foot.

    Ahre says to you, "Bad influence."

    The fat woodling and the drunk square off, running at each other and slamming their heads together. A resounding wooden THUNK! reverberates around the square as the two woodlings stumble about in daze for a few moments.

    The love-sick woodling remains oblivious to his brothers as he gazes up at his object of affection. The others take the opportunity and rush him, four woodling heads colliding against his with a crash. Flakes of bark, fragments of wood and soil fly into the air upon the impact.

    You wince in pain.

    Lady Mena Greyjoy says, "Oh, dear..."

    Ahre says to you, "Do you see what you have done!"

    You say to Ahre, "The only emotion I'm feeling right now is pride."

    Ahre rolls her eyes.

    The bloody woodling peers out from his hiding place to mock them, but the others are still reeling from the blows. The drunk hiccups once and his bleary eyes clear, as he seems to sober up.

    You say to a drunk woodling, "Life just isn't the same when you're sober, is it?"

    You give a canteen of whiskey to a drunk woodling.

    A drunk woodling gazes around himself, obviously unsure of how he came to be there. He peers closely at those gathered, trying to recall something familiar. The fancy woodling skips over and gives him a tiny wooden vial. The sober woodling turns it up and pours the contents into his mouth.

    You say to a fancy woodling, "You're an enabler...a truly scintillating enabler."

    The woodlings all watch expectantly for the little vial to work. The sober woodling begins to wail pitifully as he continues to try and recognize his surroundings and failing.

    You say, "Alright woodlings. New lesson."

    The woodlings leave off watching the sober woodling and listen intently to Ahkan.

    You say, "When you beat other people up, you're probably in pain and reeling. We need to learn the art of the manhug."

    You say, "Like so."

    Beaming broadly, you give a very manly hug to Mena, complete with three manhood-affirming thumps on her back.

    The woodlings emit a collective, "OOOOOOOH" as they fall over one another to try the gesture for themselves.

    Ahre asks you, "How much have you been teaching them?"

    Ahre peers at you unscrupulously.

    You say, "You all know the fancy man...Kanthari? The guy who sparkles and leaves glitter where he walks? We manhug him all the time."

    Beaming broadly, a smelly woodling gives a soberly depressed woodling a very manly hug, complete with three manhood-affirming thumps on his back.

    A smelly woodling sniggers evilly.

    You say to Ahre, "A lot."

    The woodlings all cheer in appreciation, each hugging the other in turn in the most manly of ways.

    A soberly depressed woodling signs sadly and moves over towards Mena, hoping to commiserate with her.

    You whisper to a fat woodling, "Would you want a suit of armor if we could make one?"

    The fat woodling nods solemnly and eagerly up at his mentor.

    A soberly depressed woodling slumps down, too sad to even reach for the canteen. He buries his head in his little hands and makes weird clacking noises.

    You whisper to a fat woodling, "That guy needs a man hug, in case you were wondering when to use it."

    Beaming broadly, a fat woodling gives a soberly depressed woodling a very manly hug, complete with three manhood-affirming thumps on his back.

    You whisper to a fat woodling, "See, you've got to balance out teasing and torment with emotional support! You're their rock, buddy."

    A soberly depressed woodling gazes up at the canopy and begins to shout woodling obscenities and gesturing rudely.

    Ahre says to a soberly depressed woodling, "Being sober is not that bad."

    You say to Ahre, "I dunno, sister."

    You say to Ahre, "Sometimes you go to the Silver Harp and have a pint or twelve and you bring home the most amazing woman ever. A few hours later, you wake up next to...god...Mathiaus. Poor Selthis."

    The woodlings all gasp and try and stop the sober woodling from further dramatics, as he is clearly is trying to commit suicide.

    Lady Mena Greyjoy says to a soberly depressed woodling, "Now, now, being out of your usual state isn't an excuse to misbehave."

    Lady Mena Greyjoy says to a soberly depressed woodling, "Actually, that would be expected in your usual state."

    Mena ponders the situation.

    You thump a soberly depressed woodling on the forehead.

    You say to a soberly depressed woodling, "Shape up. You don't want to be blasted. She knows you want to get blasted. She's spiteful. She won't kill you. She'll almost kill you and leave you that way."

    A soberly depressed woodling beats his bark-covered chest and sinks to his knees, begging for the sweet release from sobriety that is death.

    You say to a soberly depressed woodling, "Imagine if she made you sober and immortal for all eternity. She is -that- spiteful."

    A soberly depressed woodling hiccups suddenly.

    A soberly depressed woodling agrees with Ahkan, and hastily takes his seat next to Mena.

    Assuming a look of utmost reverence, you draw a circle in the air before you and bow deeply at the waist.

    The fat woodling sniggers and whispers words of encouragement to the sober woodling, urging him to beseech Olanre some more.

    You whisper to a fat woodling, "Hero."

    You wink at a fat woodling.

    Ahre says, "I do not like the fat one..."

    You say, "I love him."

    You say, "They're young still and all brothers."

    The fat woodling sticks his tongue at at Ahre and beams proudly up at Ahkan. He stands next to his mentor, and tries to adopt his exact stance and posture.

    Ahre says to a fat woodling, "I will remove that tongue...."

    You say to Ahre, "See, Olanre was having a temper tantrum one day and abusing one of Nemesis' priests to torture Aleutia."

    You say to Ahre, "No one was really trying to stop her, so the fat woodling tried to get Olanre to stop torturing the man."

    You say to Ahre, "Olanre blasted the fat woodling for standing up to her."

    A whispery rustle of leaves betrays the visage of Olanre, who is glaring down at the woodlings. With a cruel hiss and a sharp word from the Diabolus, the woodlings fall quiet for a moment.

    A cluster of gnarled roots reticulate into a briery tangle from which Olanre emerges.

    Olanre gives you a shifty little smile.

    Calmly turning towards Olanre, you bring your clasped hands to your forehead as you bow before her, slowly, at the waist.

    Olanre says in a hoarse voice, "What did I have, Rogue?"

    You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.

    You say, "A tantrum?"

    Olanre says hoarsely, "You're no better than these little beasts, I swear. One day, I'll turn you into one and you'll join them."

    Casting a handful of stark-white leaves into the air, the harrowing visage of Olanre is obscured from sight.

    Lady Mena Greyjoy says, "Hmm, what kind of woodling would be Ahkan?"


    The woodlings all stand and step towards Ahre, their little spears at the ready. The fancy woodling snarls viciously and glances up for a sign they should advance upon the arrogant girl.


    You say to Ahre, "So...we have this really sweet entity, that we taught to embrace power and thirst for more."

    You say to Ahre "Her name was Paesa. We pretty much raised Paesa from a little glow-bug to a really mischievous glow bug."

    You say, "The Prophet lured Paesa to our altar, and we sacrificed our little glow bug and let her be consumed by the Leechwood. We pretty much infused the Leechwood with the power left by the death of the gods."

    You say, "Olanre was the end result of that pairing. She's still not too thrilled with her fate and she's starting to realize how powerful she really is."

    One after the other, the woodlings solemnly draw a perfect O in the air with their knobby little fingers and point at Ahre.

    Lionas Sol'Anlumaire, Redwood Blight says to you, "Sacrificed isn't quite the right word. Consumed."

    Lionas Sol'Anlumaire, Redwood Blight says to Ahre, "I was hungry."

    The great scarlet eyes of the Diabolus peer through the veil of leaves, watching Ahkan silently.

    Lionas Sol'Anlumaire, Redwood Blight says to you, "And all of her power does not loose her roots."

    Ahre whispers to you, "What are the woodlings doing?"

    You whisper to Ahre, "Probably not too happy with you."

    You whisper to Ahre, "They are of her and serve her, her birth awoke them and they tend to the leech tree where she dwells."

    Whispering a word to the woodlings, they appear to relax and lower their spears that were trained upon Ahre. They make little polite gestures towards Lionas and resume their duties, casting wrathful glances at Ahre occasionally.

    You whisper to Ahre, "They're probably insulted."

    Olanre tells you, "Tell your little friend not to be too overtly bratty or the woodlings will get her."

    You say to Ahre, "I'm really not the best example of how to converse with Olanre...I'm uhm, me."

    Lionas Sol'Anlumaire, Redwood Blight says, "She only talks to Me if She wants something."

    Lionas shrugs helplessly.

    The visage of Olanre appears behind a leafy branch and she nods at Lionas, offering him a polite greeting before disappearing once more.

    Ahre whispers to you, "I do not think I like her."

    You whisper to Ahre, "She's pretty unsettling. You'll get used to her. You need to respect her...or, she can ruin your life in really annoying ways, a.k.a..horrible."

    Lionas Sol'Anlumaire, Redwood Blight says, "She told me that one of the woodlings would have a gift for me, but I haven't seen it. I'm not sure if they're slacking, or if She is being passive-aggressive again."

    The fat woodling breathes a sigh of relief, and congratulates himself on playing it cool in front of Lionas.

    Lionas decapitated a body here.

    The roots of the tree start to pulse with a steady rhythm, the beat akin to that of a heart. The soil greedily drinks the blood that suffuses the great trunk with obvious power.
  • A couple bits he left out at the end, with their context included.

    You say, "She told me that one of the woodlings would have a gift for me, but I haven't seen it. I'm not sure if they're slacking, or if She is being passive-aggressive again."
    The woodlings grumble and snort, none daring to look Lionas in the face except for the fat woodling, who just adopts a stupid expression and wanders off.
    The fat woodling breathes a sigh of relief, and congratulates himself on playing it cool in front of Lionas.
    You quickly toss a mortal heart still dripping blood to a fat woodling, who catches it nimbly.
    You have emoted: As Lionas decapitates the corpse, he guides the spilt blood to the roots of the Leechwood.
    The roots of the tree start to pulse with a steady rhythm, the beat akin to that of a heart. The soil greedily drinks the blood that suffuses the great trunk with obvious power.
    I am the righteous one... 
    the claims are stated - it's the world I've created 
  • New random emotes!

    The fancy woodling saunters over to the cross-eyed woodling and hits him over the head. For a moment, his brothers eyes focus and appear normal. With a snigger, the now straight-eyed woodling makes a face. It sticks that way and he is cross-eyed once more.
    I am the righteous one... 
    the claims are stated - it's the world I've created 
  • Needs more glitter.

    "On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."

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