The Court of Anthor, King of Wiksik

[Anthor]

I have been silent long enough (not long enough for some I imagine )... Solemn, I thank you for sparking something that has been missing of recent times for me...

A Swamp Meeting

Solemn strides up upon the swamp-borne native, hefting up his sword and charging with a cry of "For New Haven!" before he would recognize the monarch, hop-skipping with the momentum of his aborted swing.
Solemn skids to a halt, but not before his feet leave firm ground and his boots are greeted with a succulent squelch of the swamp now underfoot. "Great heavens, I almost mistook you for a cannibal!"
Solemn would extract his feet after several tries and even more grunts, even reaching down with both hands to pry his ankle from the bog's clutches. "With the Bloodstock recently over and done with..."
Solemn says “Erf! There we are, free as fire! Now, after that debacle, we're a mite careful about who the natives are that roam here-abouts. But with the Machetti business behind us, I see no need for bloodshed.” with a slight accent.
Solemn would reach out bearing a strong, friendly grip as he shook the king's hand. "S'good to see you. I haven't spoken friendly-wise and cheerful-like with you since the last York scourge ran amok."
Solemn would retrieve his hand, only to have it rustle in his pack and extract a bottle of wine with a faded outsider language that not even Solemn knew. "Here, a fine brew. My treat."
Solemn gives you a bottle of tasty berry wine.
Solemn extracts his own bottle, uncorking with a hearty *thoonk* before he chimed its neck to the Wiksikian King's. "To the old days! From hell hath heaved heaven!"
Solemn lets the bottom of his bottle salute the sky, downing several gulps of the violet wine before he pulls off from it and gasps in a dose of wet jungle air to soothe the delicious burn of his throat.
Solemn would stow away his bottle with a chuckle, leaning upon a rather tall swamp-tree as he clambered to rest his feet upon the myriad viny roots. "So what brings you hereabouts?"
Solemn says “A roundabout trip to Dalpok or exercising your firefighting muscles?” with a slight accent.
Solemn holds up his hand, calling a momentary pause.
Solemn kills the alligator with a machete.
Solemn extracts his blade from the hide of the feisty gator. "There now, where were we?"
You say “Old friend, thank you. I fear that alligator would have had me for boots.”
You say “I have not much to give in return, but perhaps you would find use for these. At least in the gambling halls of Durham”
You give some rune sticks to Solemn .
You say “I am currently on a spirit quest. A long way from Wiksik, I know. I am looking for guidance from the Ancient Ones. ”
You say “Sometimes you have to look for them where no one else would think to. Amongst the whispers of the grasses, amongst the ripples on the lake, even amongst the flickering flames of the wildfires.”
You say “Today I look within the mud of this here swamp. I know I will find them soon. They have been whispering to me for a number of weeks. It is said that those who listen, and follow the whispers...”
You say “will eventually come face to face with their own demons, then must walk through the fires to burn the demons away.”
You say “Ah, but it is late and I tend to babble on. Again, thank you old friend. I pray we meet again soon.”

[AlexanderRM]

Random shartak fact : Almost every kingdom has had concubines at it's peak.

What sample size is the drawn from, precisely?
But still, good point nonetheless.

You say “will eventually come face to face with their own demons, then must walk through the fires to burn the demons away.”

So, I will walk through the fire
Cause where else can I turn?
I will walk through the fire
And let it
Buuuurrrrrrrnnnnnn...
Let it Buuuurrrrrrrnnnnnn...
Let it Buuuurrrrrrrnnnnnn...
Let it Buuuurrrrrrrnnnnnn!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVVjHORtEhg&feature=related

[Solemn]

Back on topic:

Solemn ripples the rune-sticks in a lackadaisical manner, listening and figuring at the same time. He glances up from his pondering to regard the wandering Wiksiki. "I see."
Solemn closes a fist about the rune sticks, a broad grin upon his face contrasting greatly with the somber native's. "So, you seek it in this swamp, eh? Well let's see how fate fares!"
You toss a handful of rune-marked sticks onto the floor. They land indicating Water, Air, Earth and Earth.
Solemn blinkblinks, plucking out each stick from the mire carefully amidst uproarious laughter. "Stagnant water, noxious gasses, mud and more mud! I dare say these are the most literal of rune sticks!"
Solemn flicks his wrist once more, rattling them off of the roots of the tree to collect in a knot-hole this time. "Another round of three, to fit the 'Best Outta Three' rule we outsiders love so much."
You toss a handful of rune-marked sticks onto the floor. They land indicating Water, Earth, Air and Fire.
Solemn 's eyes widen as they settle upon the cool, damp wood of the tree. "Well I'll be. All four in one go. Y'don't see that every day. A proper balance, stability, and tranquility."
Solemn whistles out a long, drawn out tone, rather impressed. "I'd expect none more fitting of a grouping in the shade. Now, for the final fling..."
Solemn would barely snare the brim of his tophat, twirling it off his head and chuckling while he tosses the run sticks into his hat, drawing them out one by one and holding each for display.
You toss a handful of rune-marked sticks onto the floor. They land indicating Air, Earth, Air and Earth.
Solemn simply smiles, splitting the four into a pair held in each hand at shoulders' width apart. "Equals stand strong. Even when picking up the pieces, they are still brothers. Still the same."
You say “They're brethren, regardless of whatever hole they've dug for themselves. And they're ready again for another toss of fate, whatever that may be!”
Solemn tosses the rune sticks high in the sky for a final toss, their slim forms twirling in the sunlight before he caught them carefully. "And now the wild-card throw!"
You toss a handful of rune-marked sticks onto the floor. They land indicating Fire, Fire, Water and Air.
Solemn can't help but beam even wider at this one. "Flame broils, water boils, and steam cleans everything away. I'd say that's a soothing enough end for anyone."
Solemn folds his arms across his chest, nodding resolutely at his own reading before his left eye twitches. "Actually, a steam-bath in a spa would be pretty nice AFTER TREKKING THROUGH A DAMN SWAMP!"
Solemn facepalms, cackling through splayed fingers with eyes shut from the mirth wracking his face. It would seem that the moodswinging gentleman was virulently mad.
Solemn curls his fingers together and lowers his hand, cradling his chin now while he simply smiles to his companion. "There's been far, far too much nitty gritty and bloodshed recently on this island."
You say “I'd say us strained and stressed types are due for relaxation soon. Sure, you may stare your demons, but not all demons are devils. What are angels but demons with wings and a better fashion sense?”
You say “Scald your soul all you like seeking the answers to your questions, but if you do not temper that with something soothing, you may not mend who you are and what you mean to yourself.”
Solemn would return his tophat to his brow with another deft twirl of his digits, hands planting themselves upon his hips. "And I'll be damned..."
You say “If you're gonna' turn into a withered soul! There's so much more to be done, so much to make peace with, so much to rebuild! Find who you are, and never let that go.”
You say “Or else I'mma bop the everlivin' fungi outta' you.”

[Anthor]

King Anthor has returned from his Spirit Walk. This is the start of a new era in Wiksik. All bounties against members of the KOS have been officially dropped, and the KOW's Wiksik Decapitation Force is currently deploying to Wicksick Island to backup the KOS in their rightful reclamation of the island for all of Wiksik! May the Ancient Ones protect us in the days ahead.

In other news, someone took a bite out of the apple I left in the throne room. And damn are those some ugly teeth marks.  

[Anthor]

Rachel Stone was executed today in the Med Hut in Wiksik, for crimes against Wiksiki citizens.

Torturing my villagers will not be tolerated.

Rachel Stone performs a successful invocation ritual and summons 1 spirit.
Rachel Stone performs a successful invocation ritual and summons 2 spirits.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you, and lose 4 HP from fear.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you, and lose 4 HP from fear.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.
You hear Casper the Unfriendly Ghost let out a banshee wail coming from all around you.
Rachel Stone chants, focusing negative energies at the spirits.

You attack Rachel Stone with a heavy sword for 5 damage. They die.
Underworld log successful .
You say “That's enough with using your black magic in Wiksik, Miss Stone. Take yourself to the spirit hut or some other village. Here we don't stand for abuse of our villagers.”
You hold a seance and sense the presence of Casper the Unfriendly Ghost , Maccaroni and fatboyjoe . You gain 4 XP.
Your exorcism ritual is a success! You cast 3 spirits outside and away from here.
You perform a short exorcism ritual and fail to exorcise any spirits. Perhaps there aren't any here.
Junkhead gains 10 health from a healing herb
Junkhead gains 10 health from a healing herb
Orika gains 10 health from a healing herb
zagolotsc gains 10 health from a healing herb
Fernando gains 10 health from a healing herb
Fungi Junkie gains 4 health from a healing herb
Amani gains 4 health from a healing herb
zagolotsc gains 2 health from a healing herb
Fernando gains 2 health from a healing herb
Orika gains 2 health from a healing herb
You say “You should not fear that you will be injured or killed in your sleep in our own Med Hut.”
You collect the head of Rachel Stone and clean it up before adding the skull to what you're carrying.
You say “This one's head will go on a stick, as a warning to others.”

[Neil Tathers]

I wasn't torturing, I was provided a means for the med hut to gain some knowledge.

Personally, I think you get off on killing your own townspeople.

[Etherdrifter]

I wasn't torturing, I was provided a means for the med hut to gain some knowledge.

Personally, I think you get off on killing your own townspeople.

Ehh...  Even in the spirit hut we frown on malevolence without healing.  Tis poor manners to say the least.  Symbiosis not parasitism!

[Anthor]

I wasn't torturing, I was provided a means for the med hut to gain some knowledge.

Personally, I think you get off on killing your own townspeople.

No, you WERE torturing. As Ether just mentioned, you made no attempt to heal... and you've been doing this on multiple occasions, to where you've scared people off.

In your own words...

The ghostly voice of Rachel Stone says “Hey Anthor, was doing it for XP, but whatever, your a freak anyways”

[Etherdrifter]

I wasn't torturing, I was provided a means for the med hut to gain some knowledge.

Personally, I think you get off on killing your own townspeople.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9VqIoOKIws

[Neil Tathers]

OOC:  This thread has convinced me that Wiksik is a boring place with the fun gone from it and to stop playing Rachel Stone.

Have a nice day.

[Anthor]

OOC:  This thread has convinced me that Wiksik is a boring place with the fun gone from it and to stop playing Rachel Stone.

Have a nice day.

I'm sorry to hear that Neil.

[Anthor]

After a successful end to the Wicksick Island campaign, a few days R&R in Wiksik, I have taken a roundabout route to the Waterfall via Raktam. I have become enchanted by a beautiful Raktami Guard. I just hope that I can tear myself away from her to take part in the contest!

It seems the possibility of war is diminishing. I must be forever vigilant, and assassins walk through the jungle in dark of night, but for tonight I can relax a little. I lay my head down next to hers, and sleep.

Dreams, come. The Dark kind.  I wake, soaked in sweat, flashes of torch lit savagery. For a moment I know not where I am, my hand automatically reaching for the handle of my heavy sword.  Then I see her sweet face, slowing my heart beat, I lay down again and fall back asleep.

Goodnight, sweet one.

[Anthor]

The scumbag Sympathetic Phil has been executed inside a Starbucks in Raktam:

You attack Sympathetic Phil with a heavy sword for 5 damage. They die. You gain 43 XP.
Underworld log successful .
You collect the head of Sympathetic Phil and clean it up before adding the skull to what you're carrying.
You say “I love it when I catch a scum bag. Enjoy your dirt nap, Phil.”
Anthor boots Phil's head out the door

[Iceman]

The people of Wiksik are well-served by their 'king'. Not many royals would be so committed to pursuing their neighbours' enemies - even when they've been told they don't want any help - that they leave their own subjects at the mercy of any passing savage...

# 2010-09-12 12:02
±Tkltchk killed ±Fat Princess
# 2010-09-10 20:47
±Tkltchk killed ±moonglow
# 2010-09-10 15:13
±Tkltchk killed ±fatboyjoe
# 2010-09-08 22:08
±Tkltchk killed ±Junkhead
# 2010-09-08 22:06
±Tkltchk killed ±garala
# 2010-09-08 22:05
±Tkltchk killed ±Maccaroni
# 2010-09-07 20:50
±Tkltchk killed ±Crowfeet Stormdown
# 2010-09-06 20:22
±Tkltchk killed ±Junkhead
# 2010-09-04 09:44
±Tkltchk killed ±Betrayal
# 2010-09-03 10:56
±Tkltchk killed ±Leatherface
# 2010-09-02 22:26
±Tkltchk killed ±moonglow

His Majesty might want to pick up a mop and bucket from Tamdal Tik before he leaves Raktam - there's entrails and all sorts all over that nice rug in the 'Throne' room.

[Anthor]

(OOC- I do find it amusing that good old Phil's retaliatory RP is coming out of Tkltchk's mouth)

Tsk. Tsk. I have no doubt a dirty cannibal like yourself would have difficulty in understanding the complexities of international politics. As I was so nicely invited to visit the royal court by a member of that court, and thanked by the Queen and the head of the Raktami Guard for helping remove scumbag murderers from their court... Ah but why do I even bother, one like yourself only understands death. I'm sure you'll feel a lot better when I remove your head.