一个倒计时。一个钩子。
#1387572
头好痛。
#1387966
>>Po.1296937
>>Po.1353962
>>Po.1301020
Some cry, others laugh or do fey things to cope. But why? Has it ever helped anyone?
思考
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@246 = ~What pleasure is it for a fair woman to look upon a disfigured lover?~
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@285 = ~Careful, vanimaer! You have nearly-~ [KIVAN169]
@286 = ~What have you just called me? It was not mellonamin.~
@287 = ~Vanimaer? Have you just called me a 'beautiful one', or did my ears deceive me?~
@288 = ~Kivan, I know what I am doing and where I am go- OUCH!~
@289 = ~Kivan, I am not Aerie, I know what I am doing and where I am go- OUCH!~
@290 = ~Kivan, I know what I am doing and where I am going.~
@291 = ~I am not sure. I was just trying to warn you against bumping your head.~
@292 = ~(smile) Needlessly.~
@293 = ~It sounded like... vanimaer…~
@294 = ~It sounded like... vanimar~
@295 = ~It sounded like... varienam~
@296 = ~It sounded like... varienam ~
@297 = ~Well, thank you.~
@298 = ~I did and I have only spoken the truth.~
@299 = ~Thank you for the compliment and for watching over me, Kivan.~
@300 = ~Oh, Kivan...~
@301 = ~You are quite handsome yourself, Kivan.~
@302 = ~...hit your head!~
@303 = ~Apparently not always. Come here, I have a salve somewhere. It will quell the bruise.~
@304 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... vanimaer.~
@305 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@306 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... variname.~
@307 = ~If you had not called out to me, I would not have run into this... whatever it was! It's all your fault.~
@308 = ~Sometimes, I wish that you were more like Aerie - she is often unsure of herself on the solid ground, but heeds the warnings.~
@309 = ~Let us hope that you are literally head-strong. Come here, I have a salve somewhere. It will quell the bruise.~
@310 = ~Of course. I apologize; it appeared imminent that you would bump your head.~
@311 = ~You worried needlessly.~
@312 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimaer.~
@313 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@314 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... variname.~
@315 = ~Well, next time try to remember that I am a big girl before shouting.~
@316 = ~Of course it was. Now, stand still while I remedy the results of my transgression.~
@317 = ~I did.~
@318 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@319 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... variname.~
@320 = ~Vanimaer? The beautiful one...~
@321 = ~I have only spoken the truth.~
@322 = ~I am not sure, <CHARNAME>. The word you are saying is meaningless. Elvish is a difficult language, and the meaning can change dramatically with intonation or a wrong letter...~
@323 = ~But it was not uncomplimentary. I think highly of you.~
@324 = ~You are welcome, <CHARNAME>.~
@325 = ~Your lips were created for smiles, not for sighs.~
@326 = ~(Smile)~
@327 = ~(Sigh)~
@328 = ~Me?~
@329 = ~Of course. When we walked through Baldur's Gate, no fewer women's heads turned after you than men's after me. Why, maybe even more.~
@330 = ~Oh, come on, you know that you are a maiden's dream! These black velvet eyes, these lazy curls, these arched brows and slender hands...~
@331 = ~Oh, so you do not delude yourself? Good, one can never know with male egos. You are rather plain, and loyal to tears.~
@332 = ~I... I think you are very handsome.~
@333 = ~I am sorry, <CHARNAME>. You have lots on your mind, and it was presumptuous of me to think that I can wish your sorrow away.~
@334 = ~And here I thought that you were too busy dodging assassins, being poisoned, helping recover little Drienne's cat, and dealing with the Priestesses of the Bitch Queen to pay attention to such things!~
@335 = ~Someone has to!~
@336 = ~Ah, so you've paid attention too, since you do not refute my words?~
@337 = ~I... I just think that you are very handsome.~
@338 = ~Of course, every maiden dreams of a man who has not a single inch unscarred on his body or soul.~
@339 = ~There are worse things to be.~
@340 = ~Thank you.~
@341 = ~I stand corrected, then. It is important to have diversions from our grim occupation.~
@342 = ~I did not, but like it when you smile and argue about things not connected to blood and gore.~
@343 = ~Even if I am to suffer compliments in the process.~
>>Po.1353962
>>Po.1301020
Some cry, others laugh or do fey things to cope. But why? Has it ever helped anyone?
思考
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@246 = ~What pleasure is it for a fair woman to look upon a disfigured lover?~
---
@285 = ~Careful, vanimaer! You have nearly-~ [KIVAN169]
@286 = ~What have you just called me? It was not mellonamin.~
@287 = ~Vanimaer? Have you just called me a 'beautiful one', or did my ears deceive me?~
@288 = ~Kivan, I know what I am doing and where I am go- OUCH!~
@289 = ~Kivan, I am not Aerie, I know what I am doing and where I am go- OUCH!~
@290 = ~Kivan, I know what I am doing and where I am going.~
@291 = ~I am not sure. I was just trying to warn you against bumping your head.~
@292 = ~(smile) Needlessly.~
@293 = ~It sounded like... vanimaer…~
@294 = ~It sounded like... vanimar~
@295 = ~It sounded like... varienam~
@296 = ~It sounded like... varienam ~
@297 = ~Well, thank you.~
@298 = ~I did and I have only spoken the truth.~
@299 = ~Thank you for the compliment and for watching over me, Kivan.~
@300 = ~Oh, Kivan...~
@301 = ~You are quite handsome yourself, Kivan.~
@302 = ~...hit your head!~
@303 = ~Apparently not always. Come here, I have a salve somewhere. It will quell the bruise.~
@304 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... vanimaer.~
@305 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@306 = ~Thank you. But tell me, Kivan, what did you call me? It sounded like... variname.~
@307 = ~If you had not called out to me, I would not have run into this... whatever it was! It's all your fault.~
@308 = ~Sometimes, I wish that you were more like Aerie - she is often unsure of herself on the solid ground, but heeds the warnings.~
@309 = ~Let us hope that you are literally head-strong. Come here, I have a salve somewhere. It will quell the bruise.~
@310 = ~Of course. I apologize; it appeared imminent that you would bump your head.~
@311 = ~You worried needlessly.~
@312 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimaer.~
@313 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@314 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... variname.~
@315 = ~Well, next time try to remember that I am a big girl before shouting.~
@316 = ~Of course it was. Now, stand still while I remedy the results of my transgression.~
@317 = ~I did.~
@318 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... vanimar.~
@319 = ~Thank you for watching over me, anyway. But tell me, what was it that you called me? It sounded like... variname.~
@320 = ~Vanimaer? The beautiful one...~
@321 = ~I have only spoken the truth.~
@322 = ~I am not sure, <CHARNAME>. The word you are saying is meaningless. Elvish is a difficult language, and the meaning can change dramatically with intonation or a wrong letter...~
@323 = ~But it was not uncomplimentary. I think highly of you.~
@324 = ~You are welcome, <CHARNAME>.~
@325 = ~Your lips were created for smiles, not for sighs.~
@326 = ~(Smile)~
@327 = ~(Sigh)~
@328 = ~Me?~
@329 = ~Of course. When we walked through Baldur's Gate, no fewer women's heads turned after you than men's after me. Why, maybe even more.~
@330 = ~Oh, come on, you know that you are a maiden's dream! These black velvet eyes, these lazy curls, these arched brows and slender hands...~
@331 = ~Oh, so you do not delude yourself? Good, one can never know with male egos. You are rather plain, and loyal to tears.~
@332 = ~I... I think you are very handsome.~
@333 = ~I am sorry, <CHARNAME>. You have lots on your mind, and it was presumptuous of me to think that I can wish your sorrow away.~
@334 = ~And here I thought that you were too busy dodging assassins, being poisoned, helping recover little Drienne's cat, and dealing with the Priestesses of the Bitch Queen to pay attention to such things!~
@335 = ~Someone has to!~
@336 = ~Ah, so you've paid attention too, since you do not refute my words?~
@337 = ~I... I just think that you are very handsome.~
@338 = ~Of course, every maiden dreams of a man who has not a single inch unscarred on his body or soul.~
@339 = ~There are worse things to be.~
@340 = ~Thank you.~
@341 = ~I stand corrected, then. It is important to have diversions from our grim occupation.~
@342 = ~I did not, but like it when you smile and argue about things not connected to blood and gore.~
@343 = ~Even if I am to suffer compliments in the process.~
#1387967
>>Po.1387966
(其实刚刚在想 的是 一部分小精灵有十五年前的受刑，手指也断过，一部分是正常的战场上的伤痕——还有一部分，** do fey things to cope**
齐冯是不是 也会 自伤？所以不仅是小精灵害羞自卑才不敢开灯@249 = ~What was that? You're acting like a maid of thirteen! I would love you if you had small pox marks all over.~
(其实刚刚在想 的是 一部分小精灵有十五年前的受刑，手指也断过，一部分是正常的战场上的伤痕——还有一部分，** do fey things to cope**
齐冯是不是 也会 自伤？所以不仅是小精灵害羞自卑才不敢开灯@249 = ~What was that? You're acting like a maid of thirteen! I would love you if you had small pox marks all over.~
#1387970
>>Po.1387967
@232 = ~It was a whip that gave me scars, not a sword or a lover's nails. There is nothing to be excited about.~
思考，那应该还是旧伤？不过……最初那半个月估计试过 @624 = ~<CHARNAME>, be wary of him. He has that look in his eye, almost a fey look. I have seen this sort of glance... in a mirror, when I had just lost Deheriana. I thought it best then to be on my own for a time lest I hurt someone.~z
@232 = ~It was a whip that gave me scars, not a sword or a lover's nails. There is nothing to be excited about.~
思考，那应该还是旧伤？不过……最初那半个月估计试过 @624 = ~<CHARNAME>, be wary of him. He has that look in his eye, almost a fey look. I have seen this sort of glance... in a mirror, when I had just lost Deheriana. I thought it best then to be on my own for a time lest I hurt someone.~z
#1387971
@111 = ~Definitely not a cold fish who has not a gentle word for a man who had been through hells... Ah, what do I care? Let's go.~
XD
XD
#1387973
@130 = ~I have no desires... I do not feel hungry or thirsty, and I do not feel tired until I fall off my feet. What can I lack?~
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该死啊 ，demin施法半成品，靠！
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该死啊 ，demin施法半成品，靠！
#1387975
啊啊啊啊啊啊啊136 = ~Because... because I want my thoughts to venture to Arvanaith and talking to others holds them here. Is that why you are trying to make me talk? Because you want me to stay here?~
@137 = ~Ye... yes. I want you to belong.~
@138 = ~Why?~
@139 = ~He... he is a nice man and helped me... often.~
@140 = ~He? O... Kivan, you mean - Kivan?~
@141 = ~Yes... Kivan. When you say his name your voice becomes... real.~
@142 = ~I... I was so often told by others to stop sighing for what I have lost... and I thought it so unfair... because they just did not understand.~
@143 = ~What have you lost, Aerie?~
@144 = ~Not unlike you... I lost my world. I am... I was a winged elf. Then... then I was trapped and they cut off my wings, leaving me bound to the ground. The skies... I will never be there again.~
@145 = ~You are bound to this world... I think, Aerie, that you and I - we have the right to tell each other to stop sighing because we *know* and we *understand*.~
@146 = ~Maybe... maybe then you will listen to my advice? I... I am trying not to think of what I have lost, but of what I gained. I would not deceive you... it is so... hard.~
@147 = ~Deheriana... are you... are you unwell? You are so... pale.~
@148 = ~Do you know how when your fingers freeze, and then return to warmth, the pain that was sleeping suddenly returns all at once?~
@149 = ~I... I know. It is... very unpleasant.~
@150 = ~I think my spirit now is thawing...~
@151 = ~It is... it is good, then.~
@152 = ~But it remembers now every hurt I took in the last hours of my life...~
@153 = ~But your feelings return, too... the way they return to the once numb fingers?~
@154 = ~Yes... such dread I have not experienced for an eternity, it seems...~
@155 = ~And... love?~
@156 = ~I never stopped loving. It is pain that is the newest and the sharpest.~
@157 = ~No... it cannot be true. Love... love is stronger than anything...~
@158 = ~Maybe you are right... in those horrible hours it never deserted me. Maybe it is yet to awaken, and wash away the pain.~
@137 = ~Ye... yes. I want you to belong.~
@138 = ~Why?~
@139 = ~He... he is a nice man and helped me... often.~
@140 = ~He? O... Kivan, you mean - Kivan?~
@141 = ~Yes... Kivan. When you say his name your voice becomes... real.~
@142 = ~I... I was so often told by others to stop sighing for what I have lost... and I thought it so unfair... because they just did not understand.~
@143 = ~What have you lost, Aerie?~
@144 = ~Not unlike you... I lost my world. I am... I was a winged elf. Then... then I was trapped and they cut off my wings, leaving me bound to the ground. The skies... I will never be there again.~
@145 = ~You are bound to this world... I think, Aerie, that you and I - we have the right to tell each other to stop sighing because we *know* and we *understand*.~
@146 = ~Maybe... maybe then you will listen to my advice? I... I am trying not to think of what I have lost, but of what I gained. I would not deceive you... it is so... hard.~
@147 = ~Deheriana... are you... are you unwell? You are so... pale.~
@148 = ~Do you know how when your fingers freeze, and then return to warmth, the pain that was sleeping suddenly returns all at once?~
@149 = ~I... I know. It is... very unpleasant.~
@150 = ~I think my spirit now is thawing...~
@151 = ~It is... it is good, then.~
@152 = ~But it remembers now every hurt I took in the last hours of my life...~
@153 = ~But your feelings return, too... the way they return to the once numb fingers?~
@154 = ~Yes... such dread I have not experienced for an eternity, it seems...~
@155 = ~And... love?~
@156 = ~I never stopped loving. It is pain that is the newest and the sharpest.~
@157 = ~No... it cannot be true. Love... love is stronger than anything...~
@158 = ~Maybe you are right... in those horrible hours it never deserted me. Maybe it is yet to awaken, and wash away the pain.~
#1387976
@159 = ~Do you think, Cernd, that beasts and birds and plants can dream?~
@160 = ~What's your heart telling you on this account, Deheriana?~
@161 = ~I believe they do.~
@162 = ~Then why do you ask me?~
@163 = ~I can never tell if my senses do not deceive me. I seem to recall that I knew it... and... I grope for these memories, but they flee. This world is so washed out... so quiet that I can never be sure if I truly see and hear, or if I just imagine.~
@164 = ~Your feelings do not fail you, Deheriana. As true as the sun rises in its glory every morn, every living being dreams in the night. The Oak Father granted me a rare spell once. I was fortunate enough to see the dreams of a beast then.~
@165 = ~Which beast was that?~
@166 = ~A spotted lion. A strange and wonderful thing are the beasts' dreams. Wild and so unrestricted. They cannot be put in words, those images. If you can feel even the slightest hint of that, your perception is sharper than that of many others.~
@167 = ~Maybe... maybe it is returning, then.~
@168 = ~Would you return to Tethyr one day?~
@169 = ~Yes. They are expecting me back at the grove.~
@170 = ~Druids must have great patience... You have been adventuring with <CHARNAME> far away from home for quite some time now, and you have no longing to return?~
@171 = ~All things happen in due course in nature – the snow falls and melts, the leaves open and wither. My part now is to follow Bhaal's child, for I am a grain of sand that was picked up by the wind.~
@172 = ~Why? Why do you need to be among <CHARNAME>'s associates? Why does Kivan need to be?~
@173 = ~Demigods are strange creatures, Deheriana. I know that Bhaal's blood torments <CHARNAME>, and if I am not mistaken, events mysterious and terrible are brewing. The fate of the greater balance and maybe that of the world depends on how well <CHARNAME> can maintain the balance of <PRO_HISHER> soul. Someone who understands the ways of Balance needs to be watching after <PRO_HIMHER>.~
@174 = ~As for your husband - he found the counsel and friendship of <CHARNAME> in the days when he needed them the most. He now pays in kind. You must know that Kivan is a loyal man.~
@175 = ~Yes... yes, that's what I loved him for the most, Cernd. For the way he looked at me, as if there were no other...~
@176 = ~I do not recognize this world...~
@177 = ~ I cannot truly say whether you are sad or serene, Deheriana.~
@178 = ~I find it hard to distinguish myself, Cernd. I woke up sad, and then I saw Kivan. Such was the beauty of it that my heart lightened.~
@179 = ~What saddened your dreams, druid?~
@180 = ~I was afraid that I would never find the way to the Blessed Realm again...~
@181 = ~But it has passed?~
@182 = ~Somewhat... This world itself is still empty and dark in my eyes. I... I think I will be glad to open my eyes and to find it rich with light and love again.~
@183 = ~It is, Deheriana. The cold cycles when death prevails give way to springs. Even under the thickest ice the life does not die out; it just hides and holds still for a time. I have hope now that your feelings for Kivan are changing and that it will be all set aright.~
@160 = ~What's your heart telling you on this account, Deheriana?~
@161 = ~I believe they do.~
@162 = ~Then why do you ask me?~
@163 = ~I can never tell if my senses do not deceive me. I seem to recall that I knew it... and... I grope for these memories, but they flee. This world is so washed out... so quiet that I can never be sure if I truly see and hear, or if I just imagine.~
@164 = ~Your feelings do not fail you, Deheriana. As true as the sun rises in its glory every morn, every living being dreams in the night. The Oak Father granted me a rare spell once. I was fortunate enough to see the dreams of a beast then.~
@165 = ~Which beast was that?~
@166 = ~A spotted lion. A strange and wonderful thing are the beasts' dreams. Wild and so unrestricted. They cannot be put in words, those images. If you can feel even the slightest hint of that, your perception is sharper than that of many others.~
@167 = ~Maybe... maybe it is returning, then.~
@168 = ~Would you return to Tethyr one day?~
@169 = ~Yes. They are expecting me back at the grove.~
@170 = ~Druids must have great patience... You have been adventuring with <CHARNAME> far away from home for quite some time now, and you have no longing to return?~
@171 = ~All things happen in due course in nature – the snow falls and melts, the leaves open and wither. My part now is to follow Bhaal's child, for I am a grain of sand that was picked up by the wind.~
@172 = ~Why? Why do you need to be among <CHARNAME>'s associates? Why does Kivan need to be?~
@173 = ~Demigods are strange creatures, Deheriana. I know that Bhaal's blood torments <CHARNAME>, and if I am not mistaken, events mysterious and terrible are brewing. The fate of the greater balance and maybe that of the world depends on how well <CHARNAME> can maintain the balance of <PRO_HISHER> soul. Someone who understands the ways of Balance needs to be watching after <PRO_HIMHER>.~
@174 = ~As for your husband - he found the counsel and friendship of <CHARNAME> in the days when he needed them the most. He now pays in kind. You must know that Kivan is a loyal man.~
@175 = ~Yes... yes, that's what I loved him for the most, Cernd. For the way he looked at me, as if there were no other...~
@176 = ~I do not recognize this world...~
@177 = ~ I cannot truly say whether you are sad or serene, Deheriana.~
@178 = ~I find it hard to distinguish myself, Cernd. I woke up sad, and then I saw Kivan. Such was the beauty of it that my heart lightened.~
@179 = ~What saddened your dreams, druid?~
@180 = ~I was afraid that I would never find the way to the Blessed Realm again...~
@181 = ~But it has passed?~
@182 = ~Somewhat... This world itself is still empty and dark in my eyes. I... I think I will be glad to open my eyes and to find it rich with light and love again.~
@183 = ~It is, Deheriana. The cold cycles when death prevails give way to springs. Even under the thickest ice the life does not die out; it just hides and holds still for a time. I have hope now that your feelings for Kivan are changing and that it will be all set aright.~
#1387977
：：At least you care for me this much. When there is no hope, one clutches for illusions.
唉
@184 = ~Do not you remember me at all, my love?~
@185 = ~Your features are familiar... but they dissolve in the shadows that fill this world. It is all dappled with darkness.~ [P#DEH56]
@186 = ~This world is all I know...~
@187 = ~But not I. Kivan, I do not want to hurt you, so let us not continue this conversation.~
@188 = ~At least you care for me this much. When there is no hope, one clutches for illusions.~
唉
@184 = ~Do not you remember me at all, my love?~
@185 = ~Your features are familiar... but they dissolve in the shadows that fill this world. It is all dappled with darkness.~ [P#DEH56]
@186 = ~This world is all I know...~
@187 = ~But not I. Kivan, I do not want to hurt you, so let us not continue this conversation.~
@188 = ~At least you care for me this much. When there is no hope, one clutches for illusions.~
#1387978
>>Po.1387977
好惨啊小精灵
@204 = ~It is the only thing I have left to prove that my happiness was not an illusion. It is yours - and may it do the same for you.~
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@198 = ~Look what I have, Deheriana...~
@199 = ~A dried flower... Wait, is it jasmine?~
@200 = ~A starlette... They called them starlettes in my family, and you taught me the proper name. Do you remember?~
@201 = ~You... you showered me with jasmine when you asked me to marry you. Your lips smelled of smoke...~
@202 = ~And yours smelled of jasmine that night. They still might... do you want to find out?~
@203 = ~No, Kivan... no. But give me that flower... for safekeeping.~
@204 = ~It is the only thing I have left to prove that my happiness was not an illusion. It is yours - and may it do the same for you.~
好惨啊小精灵
@204 = ~It is the only thing I have left to prove that my happiness was not an illusion. It is yours - and may it do the same for you.~
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@198 = ~Look what I have, Deheriana...~
@199 = ~A dried flower... Wait, is it jasmine?~
@200 = ~A starlette... They called them starlettes in my family, and you taught me the proper name. Do you remember?~
@201 = ~You... you showered me with jasmine when you asked me to marry you. Your lips smelled of smoke...~
@202 = ~And yours smelled of jasmine that night. They still might... do you want to find out?~
@203 = ~No, Kivan... no. But give me that flower... for safekeeping.~
@204 = ~It is the only thing I have left to prove that my happiness was not an illusion. It is yours - and may it do the same for you.~
#1387986
@119 = ~I recognize this thoughtful silence, this glance directed inward, listening to your own mind. Is it a new song, <CHARNAME>?~
@120 = ~No, Kivan. I was thinking of the provender. We need to buy more salted beef.~
@121 = ~'Tis true, I am working on a new song.~
@122 = ~And how do you like them, my songs?~
@123 = ~Leave me be, Kivan.~
@124 = ~Perhaps you could share it?~
@125 = ~No, it's not ready yet. Besides, we should go right now.~
@126 = ~ I've been waiting for the dawn
to light up the skies
And for you to relearn
how to smile
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@127 = ~Oh, have the candles brightly lit
And make me laugh when I would weep
Betwixt the premonitions bleak
I seek a reason new to live.~
@128 = ~The lock that falls across your brow
The only soft thing about you
Since first we met 'til cruel now,
I yearn to push it back for you.~
@129 = ~Try me.~
@130 = ~I... (blush)... I... there is something wrong with my voice today. Besides, we need to go.~
@131 = ~Another time, perhaps. ~
@132 = ~And here I was, ready to ask for a song...~
@133 = ~You wouldn't like the song that I was going to sing.~
@134 = ~Then, perhaps, you will sing for me?~
@135 = ~I would not want you to-~
@136 = ~You would not want me to strain my lungs? Kivan, to bring you back to the world of living, I would give the blood from my veins...~
@137 = ~I know all too well that you do not want anything from me. Let us go, before I start weeping.~
@138 = ~Why? I am a bard, and I like it that my songs cheer you up!~
@139 = ~When you sing, <CHARNAME>, I forget the terrible things that have happened to me.~
@140 = ~Then I will sing for you until my voice fails me, ranger.~
@141 = ~That's the highest praise a bard can hope for.~
@142 = ~Because listening to my voice is the cruelest torture?~
@143 = ~That's it for now, though. We need to go.~
@144 = ~Let us go then, songstress.~
@145 = ~They say that the minstrel's soul goes into her songs, and you have a beautiful heart, <CHARNAME>.~
@146 = ~(smile) You are fishing for a complement, songstress. ~
@147 = ~(Kivan's glance become thoughtful, almost troubled.)~
@120 = ~No, Kivan. I was thinking of the provender. We need to buy more salted beef.~
@121 = ~'Tis true, I am working on a new song.~
@122 = ~And how do you like them, my songs?~
@123 = ~Leave me be, Kivan.~
@124 = ~Perhaps you could share it?~
@125 = ~No, it's not ready yet. Besides, we should go right now.~
@126 = ~ I've been waiting for the dawn
to light up the skies
And for you to relearn
how to smile
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@127 = ~Oh, have the candles brightly lit
And make me laugh when I would weep
Betwixt the premonitions bleak
I seek a reason new to live.~
@128 = ~The lock that falls across your brow
The only soft thing about you
Since first we met 'til cruel now,
I yearn to push it back for you.~
@129 = ~Try me.~
@130 = ~I... (blush)... I... there is something wrong with my voice today. Besides, we need to go.~
@131 = ~Another time, perhaps. ~
@132 = ~And here I was, ready to ask for a song...~
@133 = ~You wouldn't like the song that I was going to sing.~
@134 = ~Then, perhaps, you will sing for me?~
@135 = ~I would not want you to-~
@136 = ~You would not want me to strain my lungs? Kivan, to bring you back to the world of living, I would give the blood from my veins...~
@137 = ~I know all too well that you do not want anything from me. Let us go, before I start weeping.~
@138 = ~Why? I am a bard, and I like it that my songs cheer you up!~
@139 = ~When you sing, <CHARNAME>, I forget the terrible things that have happened to me.~
@140 = ~Then I will sing for you until my voice fails me, ranger.~
@141 = ~That's the highest praise a bard can hope for.~
@142 = ~Because listening to my voice is the cruelest torture?~
@143 = ~That's it for now, though. We need to go.~
@144 = ~Let us go then, songstress.~
@145 = ~They say that the minstrel's soul goes into her songs, and you have a beautiful heart, <CHARNAME>.~
@146 = ~(smile) You are fishing for a complement, songstress. ~
@147 = ~(Kivan's glance become thoughtful, almost troubled.)~
#1387987
>>Po.1387986
好吓人啊，查……………………这个有职业限制吗domi有空我看看kipid.tra
好吓人啊，查……………………这个有职业限制吗domi有空我看看kipid.tra
#1387988
>>Po.1387987
>>Po.1387986
我的天……查啊你真的
@148 = ~But the clouds are black
the sun won't rise
while you agonise
behind my back
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@149 = ~That's uhm... it. Not much of a song.~
@150 = ~...~
@151 = ~If it is not to be
is it stupid of me
to expect you to see,
And to hope you'd heal?
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@152 = ~Thank you. For the song.~
@153 = ~And just who was an inspiration for this one?~
@154 = ~One somber guy I know.~
@155 = ~Me, myself, and I.~
@156 = ~Ah, let me give you a hint!
A ranger walks alone,
Turned from fire to stone
One name on his lips,
One name in his heart,
He makes mine beat
And breaks it apart.~
@157 = ~(Kisses you on the top of your head as you are leaning over the instrument.)~
@158 = ~It is not nice to make fun of the old friends!~
@159 = ~...~
@160 = ~In dappled shadows, in noonday's light
Your hands are slender, strong and cold
I yearn to touch, I yearn to hold
But I step back into the night.~
@161 = ~I am afraid that my heart is too raw yet to listen to the love songs.~
@162 = ~I... I should not have spoken of it.~
>>Po.1387986
我的天……查啊你真的
@148 = ~But the clouds are black
the sun won't rise
while you agonise
behind my back
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@149 = ~That's uhm... it. Not much of a song.~
@150 = ~...~
@151 = ~If it is not to be
is it stupid of me
to expect you to see,
And to hope you'd heal?
I've been waiting for the dawn
so we could go on...~
@152 = ~Thank you. For the song.~
@153 = ~And just who was an inspiration for this one?~
@154 = ~One somber guy I know.~
@155 = ~Me, myself, and I.~
@156 = ~Ah, let me give you a hint!
A ranger walks alone,
Turned from fire to stone
One name on his lips,
One name in his heart,
He makes mine beat
And breaks it apart.~
@157 = ~(Kisses you on the top of your head as you are leaning over the instrument.)~
@158 = ~It is not nice to make fun of the old friends!~
@159 = ~...~
@160 = ~In dappled shadows, in noonday's light
Your hands are slender, strong and cold
I yearn to touch, I yearn to hold
But I step back into the night.~
@161 = ~I am afraid that my heart is too raw yet to listen to the love songs.~
@162 = ~I... I should not have spoken of it.~
#1387989
@14 = ~Kivan, I have enchanted an item... a trinket. It will ward off bad dreams. It will not affect your reveries, but... at least you can chose to rest when you need to.~
#1387990
啊……domi限定诗人查+ ~Class(Player1,BARD_ALL) Global("P#KivanMatch","GLOBAL",1)
!Global("P#KivanRomanceInactive","GLOBAL",1)
Global("P#KivanRomanceActive","GLOBAL",1)
GlobalLT("P#KivanOffence","GLOBAL",10)
GlobalGT("P#KivanLove","GLOBAL",5)~ + @57 + P#KISong1
!Global("P#KivanRomanceInactive","GLOBAL",1)
Global("P#KivanRomanceActive","GLOBAL",1)
GlobalLT("P#KivanOffence","GLOBAL",10)
GlobalGT("P#KivanLove","GLOBAL",5)~ + @57 + P#KISong1
#1387993
+~OR(3) Class(Player1, MAGE_ALL) Class(Player1,SORCERER) Class(Player1, BARD_ALL) ~ + @24 DO ~ReallyForceSpellRES("SPIN160","P#KIVAN") SetGlobal("P#KivanRomanceInactive","GLOBAL",1)~ EXIT
@24 = ~Then I am going with you. Who knows what danger lurks around! One may not be enough to tackle it!~
@24 = ~Then I am going with you. Who knows what danger lurks around! One may not be enough to tackle it!~
#1387995
@122 = ~I reveried, <CHARNAME>, and the memory of the accursed morning when I came to after Tazok left me for dead returned to me.~
@123 = ~I did not tell you... but there was a cougar standing over me, snarling. My first thought was to scare it away, and I struggled to get up to my feet... There was a boulder digging into my back. I closed my fingers about it and it was slick with thickening blood. Mine. The cougar scowled at me... snorted and went away... I thought in my fever she was laughing at me.~
@124 = ~She might well have. The cats do not respect the weak.~
@125 = ~And then I saw Deheriana... ~
@126 = ~She... her body was covered with yellow leaves, like a golden shroud. I turned her on her back, and her eyes looked unseeing into mine. She was long dead, but I still called for her, hoping against all hope.~
@123 = ~I did not tell you... but there was a cougar standing over me, snarling. My first thought was to scare it away, and I struggled to get up to my feet... There was a boulder digging into my back. I closed my fingers about it and it was slick with thickening blood. Mine. The cougar scowled at me... snorted and went away... I thought in my fever she was laughing at me.~
@124 = ~She might well have. The cats do not respect the weak.~
@125 = ~And then I saw Deheriana... ~
@126 = ~She... her body was covered with yellow leaves, like a golden shroud. I turned her on her back, and her eyes looked unseeing into mine. She was long dead, but I still called for her, hoping against all hope.~
#1388001
@138 = ~Why did you change your mind? I got the impression that your big adventure ended... well, badly.~
@139 = ~Oh, look, the sun is up! What a marvel!~ [P#DEH67]
@140 = ~I thought that your kin loved starlight better?~
@141 = ~We have no time to stare at the sky, Deheriana.~
@142 = ~It shows up every morning in the same place. What's so bloody marvelous about it?~
@143 = ~It is beautiful... Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@144 = ~A pity. For this is how I wished to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@145 = ~I did, and that was a sad story.~
@146 = ~But it is not for today. Please, sing. I will watch and listen, for this is how I wish to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@147 = ~Thank you. I will watch and listen, for this is how I wish to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@148 = ~You are right, my Captain.~
@149 = ~Oh, you are a hopeless grouch. Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
@150 = ~It is... there is happiness somewhere in this world, and there are happy endings. And they will come to us...~
@151 = ~Then I shall lead everyone away, <CHARNAME>, for a short moment.~
@152 = ~If you say so. Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
@153 = ~Do you? Do you have anything more important than this?~
@154 = ~I... Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
@139 = ~Oh, look, the sun is up! What a marvel!~ [P#DEH67]
@140 = ~I thought that your kin loved starlight better?~
@141 = ~We have no time to stare at the sky, Deheriana.~
@142 = ~It shows up every morning in the same place. What's so bloody marvelous about it?~
@143 = ~It is beautiful... Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@144 = ~A pity. For this is how I wished to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@145 = ~I did, and that was a sad story.~
@146 = ~But it is not for today. Please, sing. I will watch and listen, for this is how I wish to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@147 = ~Thank you. I will watch and listen, for this is how I wish to remember you, <CHARNAME> - singing to the light of the rising sun.~
@148 = ~You are right, my Captain.~
@149 = ~Oh, you are a hopeless grouch. Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
@150 = ~It is... there is happiness somewhere in this world, and there are happy endings. And they will come to us...~
@151 = ~Then I shall lead everyone away, <CHARNAME>, for a short moment.~
@152 = ~If you say so. Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
@153 = ~Do you? Do you have anything more important than this?~
@154 = ~I... Go on, <CHARNAME>, Kivan and I will catch up to the party in a moment.~
#1388002
>>Po.1388001
@155 = ~I am sorry then for holding us up. It is just... it reminded me of all the good things that there are in the world. The very things we are fighting for.~
@156 = ~Will you honor me with a song?~
@157 = ~Of course.~
@158 = ~Have you ever seen a bard decline an opportunity to sing?~
@159 = ~No... I would not want to break the magic of the moment.~
@160 = ~I'd rather not.~
@161 = ~Does it not remind you of all the good things that there are in the world?~
@162 = ~It does... Ah, but it is wonderful to pause on our trail of blood and ruminate on the gentler things.~
@163 = ~Nah, it makes me think of the relentless heat and sweat and-~
@164 = ~Yes. And now we must go on and fight, so that the sun does not rise tomorrow wreathed in red of innocent blood that has been spilt.~
@165 = ~It is eternal, <CHARNAME>, and yet ever changing. Have you ever seen two sunrises that were exactly alike?~
@166 = ~Ye gods, I don't think I have seen two sunrises. I have more important -~
@167 = ~You know, if you put it that way, it is indeed a marvel. Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@168 = ~Yes, I did. You've seen it once, and you've seen all there is to see.~
@169 = ~I prefer watching my sunrises in an intimate company of my lover rather than with my grizzled war band.~
@170 = ~Then, I think, we shall make the time. <CHARNAME>, your quest has hardened you. See that it does not leave your soul stiff.~
@171 = ~I am fine, my dear lady. And yet we have no time.~
@172 = ~Oh, please! Can I go on for few minutes without someone lecturing me on what I should or should not be?!~
@173 = ~Aye, you have a point. It is beautiful... Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@174 = ~How can one love one over another? Look, the world is turning green and golden! Ah, I wish for a minstrel to sing a glorious lay.~
@175 = ~*cough* We have a minstrel *cough*.~
@176 = ~We have no time to stare at the sky OR singing, Deheriana.~
@177 = ~Yes, yes. It happens every morning. What's so bloody marvelous about it?~
@155 = ~I am sorry then for holding us up. It is just... it reminded me of all the good things that there are in the world. The very things we are fighting for.~
@156 = ~Will you honor me with a song?~
@157 = ~Of course.~
@158 = ~Have you ever seen a bard decline an opportunity to sing?~
@159 = ~No... I would not want to break the magic of the moment.~
@160 = ~I'd rather not.~
@161 = ~Does it not remind you of all the good things that there are in the world?~
@162 = ~It does... Ah, but it is wonderful to pause on our trail of blood and ruminate on the gentler things.~
@163 = ~Nah, it makes me think of the relentless heat and sweat and-~
@164 = ~Yes. And now we must go on and fight, so that the sun does not rise tomorrow wreathed in red of innocent blood that has been spilt.~
@165 = ~It is eternal, <CHARNAME>, and yet ever changing. Have you ever seen two sunrises that were exactly alike?~
@166 = ~Ye gods, I don't think I have seen two sunrises. I have more important -~
@167 = ~You know, if you put it that way, it is indeed a marvel. Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@168 = ~Yes, I did. You've seen it once, and you've seen all there is to see.~
@169 = ~I prefer watching my sunrises in an intimate company of my lover rather than with my grizzled war band.~
@170 = ~Then, I think, we shall make the time. <CHARNAME>, your quest has hardened you. See that it does not leave your soul stiff.~
@171 = ~I am fine, my dear lady. And yet we have no time.~
@172 = ~Oh, please! Can I go on for few minutes without someone lecturing me on what I should or should not be?!~
@173 = ~Aye, you have a point. It is beautiful... Let us stop for a moment, and watch the sunrise.~
@174 = ~How can one love one over another? Look, the world is turning green and golden! Ah, I wish for a minstrel to sing a glorious lay.~
@175 = ~*cough* We have a minstrel *cough*.~
@176 = ~We have no time to stare at the sky OR singing, Deheriana.~
@177 = ~Yes, yes. It happens every morning. What's so bloody marvelous about it?~
#1388135
deh和mazzy
@120 = ~I love the vivid red color of your hair. It is rare among the Elves: only Tel'Quess with a measure of human blood could be born with it.~
@121 = ~The hair-color is the last thing that I envy humans, Deheriana.~
@122 = ~Envy? O, I do not envy humans at all. They live short and crowded lives, always trying to change things and to conquer. They are rash and fall victim to their own passions.~
@123 = ~There are worse things to be than passionate and rash. Besides 'tis their strength as well, for they are predisposed to taking selfless actions and bettering things.~
@124 = ~Yet their memories are short, especially of good times. Hatreds they pass from father to son, from mother to daughter.~
@125 = ~There are things one must hate to remain pure-hearted: the creations and devices of evil. Besides I have been told that the elven memory is even longer for hatreds than that of the human folk.~
@126 = ~You have the spirit to match your hair, Mazzy the Wild Fire.~
@120 = ~I love the vivid red color of your hair. It is rare among the Elves: only Tel'Quess with a measure of human blood could be born with it.~
@121 = ~The hair-color is the last thing that I envy humans, Deheriana.~
@122 = ~Envy? O, I do not envy humans at all. They live short and crowded lives, always trying to change things and to conquer. They are rash and fall victim to their own passions.~
@123 = ~There are worse things to be than passionate and rash. Besides 'tis their strength as well, for they are predisposed to taking selfless actions and bettering things.~
@124 = ~Yet their memories are short, especially of good times. Hatreds they pass from father to son, from mother to daughter.~
@125 = ~There are things one must hate to remain pure-hearted: the creations and devices of evil. Besides I have been told that the elven memory is even longer for hatreds than that of the human folk.~
@126 = ~You have the spirit to match your hair, Mazzy the Wild Fire.~