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* Tly drops dead at your feet!

The translucent sphere fades from around Tly.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Tly.
Suddenly there is an uproar, with people screaming, "Murderer! Quickly, someone call for the constable!"
Suddenly the town constable, supported by a sizeable posse, comes riding up!
The constable says, "So dere ya are Edgeleaf! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand."
With that, the deputies wrestle you to the ground, chain you and lift you onto a horse.
The constable and the posse ride you back to the Constabulary.
Arriving at the jail, he strips you of your possessions, opens a strong ironbound door and throws you bodily to the darkness within the door. "There thou wilt remain until the judge has words with thee!" he chortles gleefully.

With a dull thud and rattle of keys in a lock, the door closes and locks, leaving you trapped within.

[Wehnimer's, Jail Cell]
Dirty walls surround you, and a metal-banded door blocks your only exit. From somewhere in the darkness you can hear the sound of a creature moving about.
Obvious exits: none.
All your confiscated items will be made available in the Constable's Office once you have paid your fine. You have 1 hour *real-time* to pay your fine or any and all items will be sold to charity to pay off your fine. The timer starts NOW.

Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
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* Kvath just bit the dust!
>think That was a opps Tly
You concentrate on projecting your thoughts but something seems to be blocking them.
>stand
You stand back up.
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You hear the metallic rattle of keys and a door suddenly swings open. A portly deputy then trundles into the room. Deftly, he catches you by the arm and throws you into the midst of a formidable group of the town's militia.

You are quickly escorted to the Landing's Moot Hall and stood before the judge.

The judge studies you carefully and then motions toward the Bailiff who cries out, "Here before ye is the malefactor Edgeleaf, accused of murder."

The judge turns to you and says, "There can be no doubt as to your guilt. For the crime specified, the court hereby fines you 295000 silver pieces. Your belongings, if any, will be held for an hour. If, in that time, you are unable to claim the items, your belongings will be sold at auction. You are now free to go."

The judge then stands and says, "Court is adjourned!" He bangs a battered gavel upon the table and retires to his chambers.

The bailiff tells you to pick up your belongings at the Constabulary, on Cheridin Avenue. He reminds you that you had one hour of -REAL TIME- to pay your fine from the time of your arrest, not the time of your sentence. If this time has already past, your items have been donated to the poor.

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Can you say oops? So I spelled him up and took him hunting for about an hour.

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A similar thing happened to me. A friend asked me to swing on him to check his defense. Probably best if you do those kinds of checks OUTSIDE the town gates. I took a swing on him, sliced off his head, and was thrown in that stinky cell! Thank goodness, my fine wasn't that much, tho!

Summer

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"No Shame In My Game" reg

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Originally posted by Summerlyn:
I took a swing on him, sliced off his head, and was thrown in that stinky cell! Thank goodness, my fine wasn't that much, tho!

Summer

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Always knew there was a ruffian underneath all them long fingernails and foo foo skirts of yours.....hurry up and come back from yer vaction. I miss ya terribly and there's just loads of trouble for us to get into in Ta'Illistm.

~Sayrena, the angelic one. reg

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Originally posted by Sayrena:
~Sayrena, the angelic one. [/B]

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Ha! I can hear the snorts of laughter echoing far and wide throughout the Lands at the thought of Sayrena being Angelic! Whew, that's a good one! Who the heck taught me how much fun "trouble" could really be!

Don't make me talk about the nights you took over the Tower and declared it "Female Locksmiths Only Night!" (wonder if that little locksmith ever found his way off the boat?).

Oh, and by the way, do you ever get your spells mixed up, Say (just trying to do the "stay on topic" thing!)?

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-Tikaria the slow reg

When I'm working in the East Tower, I have been known to talk so much that I forget to disarm the trap that I checked for. That's happened one, or two times.... <whistles>.

Whew, every profession is just full of disasters waiting to happen. I've been "thorned" to death by a ranger. And warriors are dangerously strong! I was stunned and close to death from dancing with a warrior that "threw" me so hard, I went through the ballroom wall...(that's another story!)

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Originally posted by Summerlyn:
And warriors are dangerously strong! I was stunned and close to death from dancing with a warrior that "threw" me so hard, I went through the ballroom wall...(that's another story!)Summer

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There she goes trying to convince everyone how delicate she is. Well, let me tell you. You don't ever ever want to get her mad. I sat in the East Tower one night while some baboon was insulting everyone for not picking his boxes before the 5 or 6 other folks that got there before him.

The delicate Sylvan lass marched right up to this gigantic baboon, punched him in the nose and bellowed 'Hush up you pissant!' Everyone in the tower scurried like mice to get away from the bellowing Summerlyn as steam poured out her flaring nostrils. She slapped her hand to her hip, looked around and dared anyone else to say anything at all.

Something tells me it was the warrior who went through the wall of that ballroom, probably for stepping on her toes.

~Sayrena
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Caels Onae'Rae
AIM : Caels OnaeRae
MSN : Caels_Onaerae@hotmail.com
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Okay, okay, I'll tell one more story. One night, Sayrena and I happened to be the only two in the East Tower. So we were chatting away about lockpicks, men, the most fashionable bodices, men, hunting, men... well, you get the main focus of conversation.
Anyway, Sayrena happened to look in the dark corners of the Tower and discovered this little locksmith lurking there! He snickered and indicated he had really enjoyed our "private" conversation.

I was frozen with embarrassment, but Sayrena just grabbed that little eavesdropper and proceeded to drag him all over town. She ended up dumping him at a secluded area near the docks. I'm sure he's still wandering around aimlessly, trying to find his way back home!

And by the way, if he did find his way back to town.... everything he says is a lie! Sayrena and I didn't say those things and in fact, the more I think about it, we weren't even in the Tower that night. We were in the Guild working hard on Guild skills, yeah, that's it...Guild Skills!

Summer

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Originally posted by Caels:
I rather enjoy these stories you all are spouting off. I think they are funny at times. Oh and BTW, Summerlyn, tke this perspective... The original post was a post by Edge telling a story from GS, so in effect, you are still on topic by telling your own stories. That way I can still laugh at you two, and maybe even get in a few more stories from others.

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See? I told ya I was the angelic one! <preens>

I WAS on topic ya big meanie with the flaring nostrils.

Oh, and Caels if you want to really have something to laugh at, ask the Sylvan lass to tell you about the time she got up close and personal with the totem pole up at the Glacier. I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life. My stomach muscles were aching for days afterwards. Gads she can be hilarious in her oh so innocent and naive ways sometimes. Just recalling the memories of that night has me giggling all over again. Go ahead, Summie. <nudge> Tell Caels about your encounter with the totem pole. <lick>

~Sayrena

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YOU will NOT just share that story with just Caels.

::waits to hear more::

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One night my best friend and my fiance wanted to show me a wondrous sight, the Ice Totem Pole. Hiking through snow and ice for miles, we finally arrived at the Totem Pole. It was an amazing sight and as I wondered who could have built it and why, my traveling companions told me that if one licks the totem pole, good fortune shines down on the licker (lickee?). Being the trusting soul that I am, and thinking that I was with the two people that loved me the most <snort>, I licked the darn thing.

Well, duh... ice and tongue (I knew I could get that in a story, Fellow Moderators!) is NOT a good combination! I was stuck to that pole tighter than a .... well, tight! I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, and my two loving companions were laughing so hard they were falling down! Anyway, they FINALLY took pity on me, and helped me get my tongue unstuck.

That darn totem pole still haunts my dreams. I'm not sure what was worse, the painful tongue damage, or not being able to talk for hours <shudder>! Not to mention...
I talkeddd wiff a lispth ferr daythzz!

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