conversations: human
conversations:  OOC Thread 
  
  The city of Rell-Ern, well known for its high quality cheese(among other things) had been having a good few months. There hadn't been an army marching towards them for a while now, nor a homicidal 'paladin' rampaging through the streets cutting down everyone with more than just pointy ears. The economy was booming and crime had been going down since Lord Fern instituted a few new laws. Thus, the populace was uneasy, waiting for the next disaster.
  
  Luckily for them, that unease would end soon.
  
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  It was one of Rell-Ern's many holidays today, this one celebrating a long-dead hero that no one could remember. The citizens didn't care much about that, an excuse to get out and drink was always welcome. The streets were full of happy and in some cases inebriated people dancing and having a good time. There were multicolored ribbons and streamers hanging from every surface possible, giving the city a nearly epileptic quality.
  
  For some reason or another, you have all arrived at a center of the festivities. There are a few carts lining the main square selling various foodstuffs, and the owner of one of the nearby bars, a huge, black scaled man with horns, has moved his wares outside for the holiday. There is a large stage in the square, and two wizardly looking types appear to be preparing a show as they check the large boxes around them. One is wearing a chef's hat.
  
  (I'll let you all explain how you got here and what you are doing at the moment before proceeding.
conversations: TylerFerretLord:
conversations: human
conversations:  Like just about everyone in the city, Pordo was one of those who had completely forgotten the reason for this particular holiday. But, it wasn't his duty night, and he was never one to miss a drink and a party for any reason. Nor was it precisely hard to get to the main square of a city one had lived in for several years.
  
  However, he'd got if anything too careful, and had his scythe at his side still as he went from stall to stall, buying apples and sweetmeats and winning various games. That is, until an overly concerned human accosted him on the matter, a kid holding his hand.
  "OI! You could have someone's eye out wi' that!"
  "At my height? I'd be lucky to get yer balls for the insult."
  "Insult? You should be more thoughtful about other people!"
  "Pft. I'm a  professional , jackass. This goes where I want it to, when I want it to. Nowhere else."
  "You? A professional? I had you pegged for a shoeless country dirt farmer! Now put your tool away, farm boy!"
  "..." Pordo's response was to carefully put the commoner onto the floor with a well-placed swing of his scythe. Not even any cutting, either. "Like I said, I'm a professional. Don't humiliate yourself further."
  "Why, you little -"
  "Any funny business, and I call the guards. Got it?" The father bowed his head in resignation, then Pordo turned and walked away. No way had he attracted enough heat for that to be an assassin pretending to be a commoner with no fighting skill. No way at all.
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ver'Ter Neros turned a corner. He was wearing some of his finer clothes today - a black cloth and thin leather robe to cover his slim body, a pair of sturdy black boots and a broad black hat. He was wearing his hair long and fiery red, his eyes a reflection there-of.
  He was wearing a belt with a single beltpouch alongside a single dagger, and had a large flask of wine in his one hand.
  A large black cat weaved in an out between his feet, dodging the feet of drunken people.
  He felt he had been bottled up too long. The holiday was a perfect opportunity to get out of the studyroom and get some social activity - he had some contacts to update, people to see, and generally had to get some social contact.
  
  He went up and hugged a woman sitting on a keg. He exchanged a few words and broad smiles before continuing on down the street.
  
  Upon seeing the two wizard-types, Ver'Ter smiles and figures he'll try to figure out their act. He strolles up to them and starts asking them questions about what they're up to.
conversations: Narazil:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quarin emerges from the inn where he stayed. He had his normal clothes on walking through the crowds of drunk people. He of course took in some festivities by drinking some wine. He started walking where he say the merchants to see if they had something of interest. While walking to the center he saw the square and approach it. Seeing the wizardry people he saw them about to preform a trick. Knowing a few magic tricks he was waiting so see the show.
conversations: Xaklin_Magewrit:
conversations: human
conversations:  A man in a hooded black cloak stood behind Pordo, well-muscled arms crossed in front of a broad chest. A nasty-looking greatsword was sheathed and hung over his back. He loomed above the halfling, his face quite visible from under the hood (and all the more visible from Pordo's height). A long scar ran down his left eye, which was cataract'd over. The man glowered over the halfling with the other eye, vivid green and menacing. Scratching the five-o-clock shadow growing on his prominent cleft chin, the man said in a gruff voice,
  
   "That's a nice scythe you've got there, halfling." 
  
  At this, the man's body seemed to ripple, the muscles toning down into a more normal-looking build, and then thinner still. His tanned skin paled further and further until it was a beautiful, silky-smooth ivory. His stubble disappeared into his face, which morphed into the high-cheekboned, full-lipped face of a pretty young girl. Short, dark hair flowed into long golden tresses, and his frightening green eyes shifted into perky looking blue ones. In only a few seconds, a hardened warrior had shifted into a...well, a blonde.
  
   "Can I see it?" 
  
  Her voice had also changed to suit her body. She knelt down a bit so she was more face-to-face with the halfling, pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, grinned widely, and let out a giggle.
conversations: MisterSaturnine:
conversations: human
conversations:  A small path began to form in front of a mule being led through the crowd. More than once someone had to jump out of the way because they did not see the small kobold until they almost tripped over him. The scales, at least, those that were not covered by vestments, had a metallic sheen to them, as if the kobold were covered in copper pieces. The kobold was humming loudly to himself. The tune was competent, and fairly on key, but it was obvious, especially to the practiced ear, that it was composed by an amateur.
  
    I shall need to hire a bard to help me write the hymnal,   thought Cheemo.   "Great Pun-Pun, How Infinite Art Thou" is coming along pretty well, but it could use some cleaning up.  
conversations: Civil War Man:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kethos wandered in the front gate, gazing around in surprise.  This was certainly the city she had heard about.  She just didn't expect it to be so rowdy, she must have come on a festival day.  Kethos kept her wits about her.  If her power could erupt spontaneously, the addition of a bustling crowd could only make it worse.  As if echoing her thoughts, she noticed the tunic of the man next to her catch alight with silver fire.  Panicking, the Dwarf took off down the street, armor all a-jingle, keeping her pure silver eyes peeled for a nearby respite.
conversations: SilentNight:
conversations: human
conversations:  Pordo quickly turned at the comment on his scythe, to see the warrior towering over him. He'd had it low, but now he raised it, as if for battle... only to see that this probably wasn't a fighter out for a fight, if the whole being able to change form and flirt was anything to go by. If this was this thing's idea of how to pull, it really needed to rethink just about every detail. Any steel in the halfling's gaze probably didn't match the raised eyebrow, and was mitigated by genuine confusion.
  
  "Alright, buster, what kind of witchcraft lets a huge bloke out on the town pretend to be some chick wanting to lose her maidenhood?"
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ver'Ter laughs out loud, then approaches the Halfling and the  large warrior woman. " What, you've never seen anyone change their shape before?"  
  He lets off an easy smile, and suddenly his fiery red hair turns black, and his skin tone lightens. He just stands there with a smuck.
conversations: Narazil:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Oh, we're just prepping the gol... lems..." the man wearing the chef hat begins to state, only to realize he was speaking to the back of Ver'Ter's head. "Well, then." He mumbled.
  
  The two of them continue to bustle about the boxes.
conversations: TylerFerretLord:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Hey, that witchcraft's my  blood.  "
  
  The blonde shapeshifts into a indignant looking Humphrey Bogart-type person. His voice reverts to something masculine and scratchy.
  
   "So watch it with the racism, buddy." 
conversations: MisterSaturnine:
conversations: human
conversations:  Pordo briefly glanced backwards when he heard the voice commenting, and saw a wizard had decided to cut in, commenting that shapechanging wasn't actually so strange. Well, he was wrong, it was unnatural and bizarre; things were meant to stay in one shape... wait, did he just do it too? Meanwhile, the blonde was now some indignant guy claiming the shapechange was in his... her... whichever's blood, which just made no sense.
  "So you were born with the kinda power any criminal would dream of. Just take a shape, murder someone, and take another shape to escape. Forgive me for not being convinced of yer moral character with  that  kinda temptation on you."
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ver'Ter Naros  
   "You have a point. Appearence can be decieving, yet the soul always remain the same. You just have to.. Look past the flesh, and see the real person behind. Habits, personality, all that jazz."  He shrugs slightly, then smiles.
conversations: Narazil:
conversations: human
conversations:  " That is the truth of it, " said a passing kobold, who stopped when he overheard the conversation. " Flesh is crude, mutable matter. Shapechanging gives great insight into the nature of our world and the laws which govern it. It elevates us, bringing us all one step closer to divinity. For is it not written that 'The road to Godhood is a path of ever changing scales'? "
conversations: Civil War Man: