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Post by Polsaeris on May 13, 2022 11:00:43 GMT
Polsaeris Maiorhora wanes,
above Polsae Penula,
Luminare follows. |
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Post by Polsaeris on May 13, 2022 11:12:32 GMT
Select Location. Your hive lies within,
the rattle-snake's tail. Beware,
your danger draws near. |
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Post by Polsaeris on May 14, 2022 13:27:16 GMT
Enter Your Name. Meet Narine Hieldr,
the mysterious owner,
of this humble hive. |
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Post by Polsaeris on May 14, 2022 13:38:50 GMT
Shall we take a look around? Above the door, herbs.
Displayed are ways to commune
with hidden lost souls.
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Post by Polsaeris on May 15, 2022 12:23:58 GMT
What else catches your eye? A Jade tapestry,
Ornate and- uh. Yes. Next to,
um, you is... A bowl.
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Post by Polsaeris on May 15, 2022 12:31:25 GMT
Examine Bowl. Ahem, uh, within
the bowl, nourishing sopor
rests on snake-like legs.
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Post by Polsaeris on May 16, 2022 10:06:28 GMT
Anything Else? Here we find an urn.
The urn- Um. Okay, look, you-
Stop that. Right now. Ok?
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Post by Polsaeris on May 16, 2022 10:07:04 GMT
Stop. Please. No. Don't start waving...
Ugh! I won't be distracted!
Narine you will cease!!
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Post by Polsaeris on May 16, 2022 14:22:26 GMT
Introduce Yourself.
Oh. Did they leave to make a complaint? How typical.
"You" suppose you should fill in temporarily for their duties. You're QUITE GOOD at that, if you do say so yourself.
You are Narine Hieldr. Of course, you already gave your name earlier, but it seems one of your poetic and stuffy audience members likes listening to themselves more than you. You are simply a humble Rustblood trying to have a little fun and enjoy this PREDICTABLE and CONFINED hive whilst you're TRAPPED within it. |
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