Quitecontrary

Welcome Mozy! *And can someone please drag Leftinch out of this thread? Leftinch, we do not RP here.

Gentlemanly? You? Liessssssss....

I actually don't have one. I never took a different title. The Scholar is fond of throwing names at me. Evidence of bad breeding.

Scholar, your behavior is akin to the behavior of spam bots and viruses. Please stick to the correct thread in the forum. I want your blood on my hands, but I'm choosy where this happens.

*Gliding on stones in my golden slippers, white dress softly swishing* "I really think we should take this out of the neutral zone, Scholar. Let us not forget our manners."

Hmm. In post count, yes. In merit, no.

*grabs Leftinch by the hair and throws him out the dusty pavement* *wipes mouth with a white handkerchief* You punch like a girl, Scholar.

Panda! My my! What has gotten you so riled up? *hugs the big cute fluffy panda* I only meant that the Scholar won't have any lack of entertainment because I am here. We have this agreement that we will fight with each other when we can.

Don't despair, my dear Scholar. I'm still here.

I'm throwing in my vote for Grim on this one. I have no time to write an RP on this right now, but the arguments look very strong against Grim . As for Khamsi, I reserve my judgment. Trimat is a liar though and I was initially tempted to vote him.

Child, you always have this confused aura about you. Like you don't know exactly what is happening. We are used to it by now. You must not have good advisers or maybe you should take a more direct hand in this and take the time to know your enemies. (Read:read) Isn't the reckless taking of lives a more commonplace thing than a natural passing? Not so long ago you were recruiting reapers. And now you hate your job? That is weird, Death. Yes, you must be an impostor.

You like your meat to be well rested before it Awakens and pounds you into a pulp you mean.

You have absolutely ZERO rights to rename our guild, Scholar.

It's 4am here and I should sleep, but *yawns* one fight? EDIT: BT has spoken. This is after all, his castle. Wanna take this outside? I think I know your weapon now. Misplaced loyalty. Blind trust.

Poor Matrim. Why so confused? You used to be so happy with honeycakes on the table. This is a Sanderson site. Things are done in a grand scale here. We don't do simple. We do intricate. -- Do you still believe in the oath that you swore? Belief is important. Would you truly follow a child queen on petty skirmishes, when you can just flit from guild to guild as an agent of chaos? You can have all the stuff you want from my kitchen. Just make sure you wear the foxhead medallion when you visit because all of my kitchen staff are channelers. And wear that ashandarei. Because well...it looks cool awesome.

I have to warn you that my character does the same thing when seeing blood. Oh, and once Leftinch catches up, he will prolly follow me here to duel.

Ooooh, I knew there was something off about you, BT! You're finally showing your true colors! Is this the beginning of a duel?

Mailliw, you better change your allegiances FAST. That call to action above sounds serious. Honestly, though, I stand by my initial assessment that everybody should just let the Herd be. I mean, even Peter loves MLP!

Upon hearing the King's déclaration, the Mistress lifted her glass up for a toast. "To the Raven King. May he outlive his enemies, and outdrink his allies!" Everyone lifted their glasses up, clinked, and drank deeply. Beside her, one of the Muertos refilled her glass. "This is very convenient, King B. Using the dead as servants. They can never get tired, and you can never work them to death.", she smiled, contemplating how it can be done. Her mind was already running through ideas to experiment with some of her kitchen Novices to produce a servant such as this. She seriously contemplated asking the king for one.

Hah, Chaos lends his presence. Perhaps, you'll acquiesce now, BT? -- And My Lord Chaos, how else will we take it? It's so much fun as it is. (Besides, we have the Lords of Chaos thread to go back to when we get tired. There, things are just real.)

"Hmmmm...fresh berries. A great idea." She stroked one of the cour'souvras on her belt, and in a few minutes, a woman in white with seven-banded colors at the hem and cuffs arrived, bearing a bowl of fresh berries, and a large steaming platter of freshly-baked waffles. "Mistress, for your guests.", the woman said, placing the food on the table and standing on the side to wait for her command. The Lady of Chaos waved her hand dismissively, and the Accepted lifted up her skirts and ran out of the palace as fast as she could. "Dreaming, some of these waffles were what I was doing earlier before I came here. The Belgian one that you see? It was baked with a berry filling inside. I call it the Waffilled. You'd like it. Enjoy.", the Mistress said as she popped a berry in her mouth and smiled warmly.

"Ah, Dreaming. Of course you are welcome. Any fan of waffles is a friend of mine. You can even learn some of our tricks and in exchange all we ask is your blood your soul your screams your recipe for good cheese." She withdrew her hand from his and looked at BreathTaker. He really does look magnificent in that throne. Perfectly regal. "Milord, if I may offer. I would like to set up a satellite kitchen here so you wouldn't have to do these menial things yourself." She waved her hand at the sight of him serving. "The Wafflesworn can equip it with the requisite servants for your palace. And I promise to choose only the most suitable candidates for the job. I only ask that you ally yourself with the Lords of Chaos. With a kingdom such as yours, why, you are already on your way to creating some chaos yourself. As for this castle, it just needs a woman's hand. Perhaps....a contract?" She took a sip of the warm brew, and glanced up at the Raven King, waiting for his response.

The Lady of Chaos smiled at the stranger and held out her hand gracefully in greeting. "I like a man who knows his scents. I am Mary QuiteContrary, Mistress of the Wafflesworn and a Lady of Chaos. And what you smell is indeed the scent of waffles." The Mistress smiled to herself. Her scent changes with every person who smells her, based on their fondest memory. D.o.C. obviously has fond memories of waffles and if she hazards a guess, of motherly love. "If I may ask, DreamingofCheese, what is your favorite waffle recipe? Perhaps I can invite you to my kitchen." Said the spider to the fly, she thought.

Aww, Kas. It would have honestly been more interesting had you lived to corrupt. Mashadar has sooo much potential for Chaos but was cut short. --- I only honed in on Panda and Maill because they're the ones instigating this weird animal war. In my mind it's all ponies vs. pandas vs. yaks vs. eagles. What have the social forums come to? A lady can't even enjoy a peaceful moment with a glass of wine anymore.

Child, I just stated in the Lords of Chaos thread that you should just ignore Quiver. Marching to war against him is futile. For one, you do not have the power to crush him completely. I cannot speak for the Wafflesworn as a whole, but for myself, I think this is all a ridiculous exercise in futility. However, in the spirit of fun and games, I will happily sit on the sidelines and cheer. (To be quite candid, only the wielders of the BanHammer have the power to that, and our leader is one.) Ah, Scholar. How I have missed you and our...games. I look forward to what you can come up with. I miss the feel of your bones crushing under my fists.