splutters at a face full of wings

Freaking moth season.

Haven, is there a definition for 'pretends to be modest while showing a shitload of cleavage?'

oh a night cap, seeing if any interesting trouble is around

Streets
*hitting the street and pausing for a few moments, looking up at the tri moons and debating on heading back to the house or the docks. They were indeed beautiful and I always got lost in them*

"Doin good! Just comin in for a nightcap?"

Orders a Coke.

It took me a while to decide it I would leave a parting message. I finally decided I needed to. Not for the Isle, but for me.

I am a role player, I always have been. I do not care of all the cybersex and such. I care about role playing. When I saw spiroad in a garden, I saw an opportunity to role play and I went for it. I had not thought of taking it anywhere else. We had a good role play going.

The along came Jonas. He is the leader, that is his right. She is isle property, he could have whispered he wanted her ass, he did not do that. I would have gladly taken her where he wanted or left her there and left.

Instead he made an issue, and put me in a uncomfortable situation. I was only talking to her about a mutual subject.

It did escalate. Yes, I can kill Jonas. He not as good as Thorarin and I spared the life of his former character. Jonas is not match for me. That is not the point.

This isle has welcomed me and been a home for me. Why would I want to do that? It is a lose / lose situation.

All I was doing was an excellent role play with another person that upset the individual behind Jonas as he was waiting for cyber sex.

That is what gor has become.. glorified bdsm with a few decent role plays.

I was one of the originals .. we setup dal.net .. there were 25 of us .. check wikipedia

Then micro ..etc .. I am just giving you my history .. I was there from the beginning

Now, I am the last of the originals in html .. Ragnar was ahead of me

Thanks to some a guy with his own wife that lets her cyber with someone else in his
Room while I was just walking and talking with someone in a garden .. I am leaving gor

I hope you are proud .. to me you are worthless

To the rest of scagnar

Your true leader is thorarin bloodaxe

To spirorad .. thank you for making my last visit to the isle so wonderful

Sojourn Majurai benazir

smiles over

oh not too bad so far, how are you?

#r-stan is open for you

Begins to foam at the mouth

Comes in here and over to you to take up a lean.

"Hey, girl. How's things?"

Smirks.

here

steps up to the bar and orders a drink from the bartender

you here?

Market
*finishing and rising, the last of my ale going down and placing my tankard on the table, then adjusting the fighting knife under me left armpit a bit under my over coat. It was a new carry position and would take me some getting used to but I did find the draw time reduced already so I'd deal with the temporary discomfort. Turning and heading back to the street and to the dock*

makes my way into the bar with a bit of a time for a night cap

Can I use you as a go-between to give Iridia a hard time?

Nah. He's just been gone so long he forgot. I'm still there though.

trying to come up with a good wording to use....
making sure to make this as descriptive as possible...
thinking of different ways to word things..

Is this Dylan Cadd giving you a hard time with me as a go-between then?

Head tilt.

Market
*eventually my ale and stew were brought to me and I payed then leaned forward some as I ate and drank, keeping quite but watching the market, trying to get a feel as the market was truly the pulse of any civilization North, South, East or West. Nothing happened anywhere without at least traces of it being whispered in the markets or bazaars of the world, if not openly discussed when nobody was looking. But for now I was content with my stew and my ale, I was taking the night off from the stresses of the last few days*