Diplomatic Immunity OOC: The Third

[unleashed]

It still needs the class summary, but I figure RA can probably do that quickly

The Witch class is already posted in the rtf.

 

[Bront]

The Witch class is already posted in the rtf.

No, I ment the paragraph that actualy tells you what a witch does, like the one for the arcanist. Look them over, you'll see.

 

[Rystil Arden]

People will probably assume I'm a serious egotist, but yes, I do occasionally run a search for my name. It's not ego, though.

Well, okay. It is ego. But it's also because I've found it to be a useful tool for finding discussions of things I've worked on, thus enabling me to answer people's questions that I might not otherwise have found.

It reminds me of those powerful archmages where if you say their name, they can find you

 

[unleashed]

No, I ment the paragraph that actualy tells you what a witch does, like the one for the arcanist. Look them over, you'll see.

If you check you'll find very few have that.

 

[Bront]

If you check you'll find ver few have that.

Ahh, I only skimmed the first few till I found what I was looking for, and they all did.

 

[unleashed]

You got the names again? I have a notepad ready to save them so I can find them

Found them.

A Lacerta named Jarkav is the Animist, and the Liberator is a Pleb named Camilla, serial 235T692.

 

[Bront]

Found them.

A Lacerta named Jarkav is the Animist, and the Liberator is a Pleb named Camilla, serial 235T692.

Cool, thanks

 

[Bront]

This deserves a quote, just because

"Right! We're manly nymphs!"

 

[Rystil Arden]

This deserves a quote, just because

"Right! We're manly nymphs!"

Yup--Vasha's Discovery clearly gets the best one-liners

 

[Bront]

[sblock=Jarkav]Jarkav stood in the tree, whisker twitching in the wind. There was a pest about, one that toyed with the spirits. The Lacerta could smell the scent in his tiger form, it neared, and he prepared to pounce.

Jarkav leaped from the tree as the object of his stalk swung through the trees. As his paws shifted to hands, he grabbed the vine, drawing a dagger and cutting it. The two landed, Jarkev with the grace of a cat, and quickly he pounced on his prey, pinning it down with his feet.

"Ouch, that hurt!" cried Eidyia, her nubile body in an awkward position. "What do you Lacerta have against nymphs anyway?"[/sblock]

This one's ok, not quite sure about the ending...