ס₪₪₪₪[{::::::::::::::::::::::> Ilande Bit the Dust! <::::::::::::::::::::::}]₪₪₪₪ס
Ilande asks, "Have you ever magically baked bread and it manifested in your mouth, choking you to death?"
You say, "No..." Ilande says, "Oh." Javell glances over at Ilande and winces. Ilande says, "Neither have I." |
Ilande exclaims, "I loved them all!"
Ilande says, "But it's hard to play favorites with your own deaths." Ilande says, "They're like children." |
Telsirae recites:
"Ilande with her hair in a braid got caught in a krolvin raid the krolvin said shiny was good for his hiney and took her head off with his claidh" |
Shendai sings:
"Ilande was out one night, just walking Really not looking, just talking. Had she been more aware She'd have noticed the bear Her outline, the town sheriff is now chalking." |
You say, "Ilande was rummaging around in the sewers of Bloodriven Village, looking for one of those grubby rats when she found a tiny door covered with spiderwebs and dust. It didn't look as though anyone had been through it in years and, really, this door might not have ever existed for anyone but Ilande."
Ilande exclaims, "Ooo, a door!"
You say, "Being Ilande, she wiped away all the grime, opened the door, and squeezed through the tiny doorway. She crawled through a narrow passageway with a low ceiling and soon found herself in an unfamiliar place."
(Telsirae carefully wedges herself between the cotton candy on the cart, and Ilande.)
Ilande cowers away from you.
Niadja begins chuckling at Telsirae!
You say, "An Elven warrior immediately took off her head, yelling about the arena needing to bring on tougher monsters."
Ilande's jaw drops.
You say, "And that's how Ilande met Fealoke."
Telsirae giggles.
Ilande exclaims, "Oh! That was Fealoke!"
Niadja adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to you, Amminar exclaims, "And Lorminstra!"
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
You nod at Amminar.
Ilande says, "He never properly introduced himself."
Ilande sniffs.
Ilande says, "But I might not've heard him well if he did, 'cause my head was rolling around."
Ilande exclaims, "Ooo, a door!"
You say, "Being Ilande, she wiped away all the grime, opened the door, and squeezed through the tiny doorway. She crawled through a narrow passageway with a low ceiling and soon found herself in an unfamiliar place."
(Telsirae carefully wedges herself between the cotton candy on the cart, and Ilande.)
Ilande cowers away from you.
Niadja begins chuckling at Telsirae!
You say, "An Elven warrior immediately took off her head, yelling about the arena needing to bring on tougher monsters."
Ilande's jaw drops.
You say, "And that's how Ilande met Fealoke."
Telsirae giggles.
Ilande exclaims, "Oh! That was Fealoke!"
Niadja adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to you, Amminar exclaims, "And Lorminstra!"
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
You nod at Amminar.
Ilande says, "He never properly introduced himself."
Ilande sniffs.
Ilande says, "But I might not've heard him well if he did, 'cause my head was rolling around."
Chaqual sings:
"Ilande the bold of Icemule walked alone one quiet night, Along White Haven's icy pond, in just her neglige, it was quite a sight!" Chaqual sings: "And though she'd been cautioned a time or two, she danced across the pond Under the pale moonlight, singing a song of old." Chaqual sings: "And with a final step that night, she became know as Ilande the Cold." |
Wintrel says, "I'm quite certain she's drowned in a keg of ale before. She and Helga bonded over the entire thing."
Speaking to you, Amminar says, "Once upon a time, Ilande was trying to do something brave in the Sleeping Lady Mountains. Foraging herbs or something. And she was singing, really loudly, and she hit this one note that made an avalanche come down, squashing her under ten tons of snow. A brave and handsome cleric came and found her, and brought her back to life." |
Telsirae says, "I saw her die when we were in the pawnshop. She hangs out there a lot. The clerks, who are... interesting... in their choices, bring out new items every few minutes."
Telsirae says, "So the clerk brings out a new piece of jewelry, a pewter opal pin, and Ilande lunges for it." Telsirae says, "Just as another clerk comes out, and she gets her gown caught in the tip of the blade." Telsirae says, "And a claidh falls off the table and conks her on the head, squishing her face." Telsirae says, "You can still see her nose has a little wrinkle that wasn't there before." Speaking to Telsirae, Ilande says, "My beautiful face..." Telsirae exclaims, "But she got the pin she wanted!" |
Shendai sings:
"Ilande ran into a warcamp, most feral But seemed relieved despite the clear peril She was grateful to have died Care of the orcs found inside For at least she was now safe from Jeril" |