Kyrrenthia: I go to take the scales.

Whembly: Alright!

Kyrrenthia: You are .. excited.

someone: This leads me to understand you will be present.

Whembly: Nope!

Whembly: Too busy surviving.

someone: Surviving what.

Whembly: Death.

someone: Death from what.

Whembly: Not telling. You'd try to save me and you wouldn't survive.

OUTLANDER] Whembly: It's unsurvivable!

someone: Is that so.

Whembly: I sure need a pick me up!

someone: I could create a geyser at your feet. That would certain lift you high.

Whembly: No thanks.

someone: That paladin is a slaver, it appears.

someone: He does not understand chaos.

Whembly: Oh yes, What's he done ths time?

someone: Nothing.

Whembly: The horror!


someone: He stands idle, as the champions of order stay safe behind their walls of stolen stone.

someone: He is an affront to the Thar-Eris.

Whembly: I have been trying to talk them into killing themselves.

someone: There is no death.

someone: Merely destruction.

Whembly: I honestly can't think of ever meeting someone as self deceivin as they are. And...I
think his name is waaay too dwarfish for Tharisian tastes.

someone: I do not understand names.

Whembly: You have one or two. You should practice.


someone: It seems.. I was.. born.


Whembly: Well...that makes zero sense. You just like saying that to sound sinister and hip.


Whembly: You'll always have a name. Even if it's simply, "You" or "I".


someone: I do not care about this sinister and hip.


Whembly: I think you do.


someone: This is not a name, but a designation.


Whembly: Names are designations.


someone: A way to fit into a construct, one of order.


Whembly: Order abounds! We are all constrained by it's unbreakable walls!



You have been KILLED!!


someone: Indeed. I am confined in this body, it certainly seems.

Whembly: See? Unsurvivable!

someone: Yet, here you are.

OUTLANDER] Whembly: Ah drat. Kyrrenthia?

someone: hwat

someone: What.


the Primeval Spirit: I now guard the Scales of Justice


Whembly: Hehehe. So you DO have a name!


Whembly: Victory is mine!

someone: There will be no victory. Only the strife we bring about with our destruction.


Whembly: Do you listen to yourself?

someone: No.

Whembly: Okay...Small victory for you then.