The Newcago Court

[Delightful]

I was only trying to be friendly. The Newcago Court is a happy place.

Unfortunately, dear sister, it appears not everyone is so friendly. We must be on alert and not offer membership to any random yobbo who simply walks through these doors.

I know yobbo isn't classy, I just really wanted to use that word here and see who understands it. Or even sees this =)

Edited June 17, 2014 by Delightful

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Shall I knit a few traps and fill them with tasty yak meat, Highnesses?

[Delightful]

Shall I knit a few traps and fill them with tasty yak meat, Highnesses?

Only if we have yak meat to spare. We wouldn't want to waste such a delicacy on intruders, now would we?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Chicken kebabs it is, then. 

[JackFrost he/him]

Edited June 17, 2014 by Death

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I say it's quite all right, but you must ask our Queen and Princess. As for me, I say...

 

Yak meat? 

 

 

There is never a wrong time for yak meat. 

[+Quitecontrary she/her]

You're Death! You arrived and this Chaos Mistress cheered! You're supposed to be scary, not go around apologizing for your aura of mystery and overall grimliness! *sigh*

The part you played was beautifully executed, Death. Dark, cold, pale, grim, and final.

Well *cough* until this apology.

[JackFrost he/him]

You're Death! You arrived and this Chaos Mistress cheered! You're supposed to be scary, not go around apologizing for your aura of mystery and overall grimliness! *sigh*

The part you played was beautifully executed, Death. Dark, cold, pale, grim, and final.

Well *cough* until this apology.

Yes well I don't want to get banned for simply playing a part. 

[Matrim Bloody Cauthon he/him]

Death cackles at the young mortals. 

"I do not wish to serve the court. I serve no man, or woman. I merely wished to meet these fine ladies, properly introduce myself. I shall do so with every faction, before I start recruiting new reapers." 

 

death has no claim on me.

[+Quitecontrary she/her]

Yes well I don't want to get banned for simply playing a part.

These are the social threads. Of course, you are playing a part.

Join us, the Lords of Chaos, in our realm of hellfire (ticklish though it may be), and you can reap to your heart's content. You can sow discord, and wait patiently for a dueler hopefully named Leftinch to fall in your embrace. Your darkness and the despair of the dead who pass through your clutches will be a nice addition to our ranks. You will be exalted, Death, and we will praise the way you catch heads that roll. Because that's how we roll.

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

These are the social threads. Of course, you are playing a part.

Join us, the Lords of Chaos, in our realm of hellfire (ticklish though it may be), and you can reap to your heart's content. You can sow discord, and wait patiently for a dueler hopefully named Leftinch to fall in your embrace. Your darkness and the despair of the dead who pass through your clutches will be a nice addition to our ranks. You will be exalted, Death, and we will praise the way you catch heads that roll. Because that's how we roll.

Death said he wasn't joining anyone. He said he was only introducing himself.

Newcago is cooler than Lords of Chaos (pardon the pun)

50 pages! Woooooooo!!!

Edited June 17, 2014 by Elsa Steelheart

[JackFrost he/him]

These are the social threads. Of course, you are playing a part.

Join us, the Lords of Chaos, in our realm of hellfire (ticklish though it may be), and you can reap to your heart's content. You can sow discord, and wait patiently for a dueler hopefully named Leftinch to fall in your embrace. Your darkness and the despair of the dead who pass through your clutches will be a nice addition to our ranks. You will be exalted, Death, and we will praise the way you catch heads that roll. Because that's how we roll.

A dark weary laugh echoes around the Hall.

"I thank for the invitation. But while chaos, at some points is rather amusing my nature is more one of balance. I reap the souls of the dying, I seek out those who have cheated me and put them in their place. Rest assured sisters, this was merely a social visit. I will not be collecting your souls for a good while. Ta." 

Silence follows his words.

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

These are the social threads. Of course, you are playing a part.

Join us, the Lords of Chaos, in our realm of hellfire (ticklish though it may be), and you can reap to your heart's content. You can sow discord, and wait patiently for a dueler hopefully named Leftinch to fall in your embrace. Your darkness and the despair of the dead who pass through your clutches will be a nice addition to our ranks. You will be exalted, Death, and we will praise the way you catch heads that roll. Because that's how we roll.

 

Someone has obviously not played Darksiders 

 

You don't "recruit" or corrupt death, contrary. Death is not the slightest bit chaotic.

[Delightful]

The part you played was beautifully executed, Death. Dark, cold, pale, grim, and final.

Well *cough* until this apology.

I agree. you're playing the part fantastically

[JackFrost he/him]

I agree. you're playing the part fantastically

Thank you 

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

I agree. you're playing the part fantastically

I agree with my sister. A great roleplay.

[JackFrost he/him]

Death thinks to itself. Perhaps if it took a more...fitting form for this world...

The shadows swirl, the figures silhouette melts before coalescing into the shape of a young woman. Dressed in black pants and a black trench coat she straightens from her crouched posture on the icy floor. Longish black hair shimmers in the light, much like the shine of a raven's wing. A small, private smile shapes her lips as dark, white-less eyes take in the room. A Spren flits around her, like a bit of smoke. 

 

"This. This will be interesting."

Edited June 21, 2014 by Death

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

Death thinks to itself. Perhaps if it took a more...fitting form for this world...

The shadows swirl, the figures silhouette melts before coalescing into the shape of a young man. Dressed in black pants and a black trench coat he straightens from his crouched posture on the icy floor. Longish black hair shimmers in the light, much like the shine of a raven's wing. A small, private smile shapes his lips as dark, white-less eyes take in the room. A Spren flits around him, like a bit of smoke.

"This. This will be interesting."

Hello again Death.

You're back.

[JackFrost he/him]

She smiles. 

"I've never taken a true human form before. What do you think?"

Edited June 21, 2014 by Death

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Does your human form enjoy yak meat? 

[JackFrost he/him]

She blinks. "I'm sorry?"

Edited June 21, 2014 by Death

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Yak meat! 

 

You know. Meat….

 

 

…from a yak….

 

 

It's tasty! 

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

Yak meat!

You know. Meat….

…from a yak….

It's tasty!

.....I've never had yak meat before

Is it good?

[Matrim Bloody Cauthon he/him]

Does your human form enjoy yak meat?

What is it with you and yak meat.

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

What is it with you and yak meat.

He loves yak meat. It's a obsession.