PrinceAlexus

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Banned for declining my food buffet, I even got a fresh zombie serving it for food safety.

The Necromancers ball is entirely safe, and applies all regulations of thrle undead food handling rules, circa 1107, by grand necromancer, bunbonicus the 3rd, scourge of the north.

The "things" where even given gloves.

Word association Game!

Ice cream

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Eye of Beholder”

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really.

Now with 50% more blood alcohol content.
Sloshed snakes can slither too

Upon receiving word of events and the sound of bells Was enough the Lime eyes blightborn Vala sought out Becky. “Lock everything, il handle the bar, you head to the landing dock. someone will lock the back stairs, and the distillery is already barred.”

“Please make way for us to secure the eye” Vala said firmly as she made self known over the noise.

…

Upstairs Sya had been resting and wallowing in her nest of cushions, her hand still ran over her tail and the feeling was relaxing as stroked her limb that lay sprawled about her. Part of her did not want to look, the other marvelled and enjoyed the feeling as she ran her hand over the cool blue scales.

The alarm had yet to sound as she pulled her dress off and folded it neatly to be cleaned up properly when she could, it needed a little care. Damn Ayel… How many clothes really suited her now and that was one of them.

She slithered over to the bedroom, finding a trunk of things left by Olivia, she never came back for it, and could return If she ever did. They had definitely had fun though, and While she might want to relive those experiences… it was afternoon… ish… maybe she could get dressed at least and see what to do from there.

Her choice of clothes was fueled by her mood and her screw It, I might as well be me, and fuck everyone else. Choosing a nice Cosret in brown, it was basic but practical for work, the skirt was somewhat more controversial but…not like they knew what she had and it covered. You'd see more tail, but it was tail and well…it fit her mood, she was Sya and Sya was what you got.

It took her a little time to change, her form was awkward and well, you ever tried to learn how to use a new body in a week. Pulling it tight she slid the long dagger to her side, everyone knew Dawn Haven was not safe, don,t ask where she hid the other blade.

It was more snug fit on the emotionally hurt Lamia but she was slithering out on her balcony, the snow not a bother as she pushed through to look out over dawn haven. It was then she saw people rushing about the sound of the town's alarm bell. Her ability to rest was… she wanted to rest, she needed rest. For a minute or two she watched from balcony , people heading to homes, to posts and moving about like ants below. Heading back she glanced out the snug and spotted a Shape in distance on the road from the main gate, subtly wrong…her thermal Vision did not work that far out but her night vision did as she saw definitely wrong.

But responsibility weighed heavily on Sya too and she was already moving to the stairs. The figure had raised her need to secure her Inn.

She slithered down the steps fast as she dared grab the rails as she went. Sya knew they would not be popular, so she had a few surprises about but left those for now.

“Secure the main doors, now. Everyone, you'll be my guests for a little longer. Please stay calm, we have room, food and fuel ready in storage. We are prepared, and know what to do.” She said firmly from the stairs as she paused with a short sword sized dagger openly at her side and dressed…well a little differently. She was tired, emotionally tired but work was work. Damn Dawn Haven.

“move.” She was a little more blunt as she made way to Vala, giving the woman a nod and quietly. “Someone's coming, Lock it now and fast.” She sent the Lime haired woman to the door and made way to the bar, if she had to get creative with rooms, or so…well she had the book and map to see where she could put people. Planning ahead never hurts.

Sya leaned against the counter and sighed as she stayed on guest side for now to be less of a trip hazzed to staff needing to move about... damn her tail was inpractical at times, making her footprint smaller as best she could, her eye glided over the guest book and ... well If people did not mind a floor...

My Hider

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@Dark Light@SpicyMeatball@Qia@Dezuel
(Anyone in eye of beholder)

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Banned because banned because the space octopus told me too.

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Banned. Because steam trains are cool.

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Banned to Bebo

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Banned to space Australia..

Empire of the Clouds

Hamerlin did not know much about the radio, he did know about main circuit 1, he plugged the wires with awkward and inexperienced hands, the announcement was baked into his own darkest memories as he remembered the last battle he was in before his wounds.

Pressing the control in as he had been on the bridge checking the maps. “All hands. All hands. Unknown force in sight, Battle Stations. I repeat Battle stations. This is not a drill.

All Officers and Trained soldier's to arms. Please keep the main corridors clear, Damage Control and important updates will be transmitted on the main circuit. If in doubt Follow last orders given by command.

If you are unsure, stay out the way, stay safe. Report any damage in your area to the bridge immediately. Close all doors if you see any open. Please keep away from the windows.

We will get through this, if we follow orders. 27 bridge out.” He said in cool tones of the Favian officers training, cool, confident and unhurried. His voice echoed down the ship's tinny wired speakers.

He sounded a lot claimer than he felt, he had not been on a ship in battle, an airship or warship in real combat In many years. Did he still have the nerve and the heart to manage this?

He had to for others though so forced his calm on his raging fires of emotions, he forced the pain down, the phantom Pains and the itch where his eye should be. He straightened his coat, checked his pistol and stepped back out onto the bridge. The familiar motions and the same actions and repetitive nature helped him to find his centre again. That was one thing he could control.

He walked to the Nav station and looked out the windows, he saw they had no more time left, they had to go and leave whatever was left in the fort. Hopefully they did not have anyone on ground because soon they would not be aboard.

Trouble had come..