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Forums  > General  > General  > Lucy McIath...     Display using: Flat View Threaded View   Oldest to newest Newest to oldest Previous Thread :: Next Thread   Author  Thread: Lucy McIath...  elk Joined: 24 Dec 2004 Total Posts: 161 Send PM   Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 12:45 PM A gorgeous lady approached Amaryl in Ender´s tent today... Unfortunately the only screenies are from the Trading Post. Lucy McIath 1 . 2 I hope I did not forget to edit something...have fun. Amaryl Cira'Stir: ... Luther McIath: *smiles* Luther McIath: Hello luvvie Amaryl Cira'Stir: *blinks* Luther McIath: Those wonderful chaps at Ka'azim finally perfected the spell! Amaryl Cira'Stir: Perfected the spell? Luther McIath: no more hiding in long black robes for me, now my body has been transformed! Amaryl Cira'Stir: *lifts a brow* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Transformed? Luther McIath: Yes dear Luther McIath: I was never happy as a man Luther McIath: The gods made a mistake Amaryl Cira'Stir: *coughs* Amaryl Cira'Stir: You were a man... Luther McIath: That's right dear, didn't you notice? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Should I? Luther McIath: *shrugs* well its all behind me now Luther McIath: Now i just need to lose a little weight, and I'll finally be happy Amaryl Cira'Stir: They change genders in Ka'azim now...interesting. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Who is the chief surgeon? Margrave? Luther McIath: I wouldn't know dear, but if you see him could you let him know i am looking for him? Now I'm.... amenable to his charms Amaryl Cira'Stir: Certainly. Although he has not been seen since ...his new...well Luther McIath: his new what? Amaryl Cira'Stir: A friend told me he was quite interested in uh, sheep. Amaryl Cira'Stir: lately. Amaryl Cira'Stir: *blinks* Luther McIath: Well each to their own, though I don't like wearing wool and white isn't my colour. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Completely understandable. And you could have problems with the noises. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Or have you tried imitating a sheep? Luther McIath: That wasn't really what I had in mind. What are the hours? Amaryl Cira'Stir: The hours? Amaryl Cira'Stir: By the way...have we ever met before you, well, became female...? Luther McIath: I'm not sure dear, i only ever had eyes for the boys. Amaryl Cira'Stir: I see... Luther McIath: You'll have noticed me, I wore black dresses and sulked a lot Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hmm...*strokes her chin* Amaryl Cira'Stir: There is only one who would fit that description. Wait, two Amaryl Cira'Stir: Chandler. But he is not the sulky type. Amaryl Cira'Stir: And he is way into women I suppose. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Or Luther. A rather boring lad really, generally trying to be smarter than anyone. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Quite sulky. Luther McIath: Yes dear, that was me. Luther Amaryl Cira'Stir: Well... Amaryl Cira'Stir: You have definitely changed to your advance... Luther McIath: Why thank you Luther McIath: Well, I should go and purchase some new dresses Luther McIath: Lovely to see you again dear! Amaryl Cira'Stir: *nods* ((We moved on to the Trading Post to meet Gwyneira)) Luther McIath: No more hiding in long black robes for me! I'm free! Gwyneira Frost: *Tilts head* Transformation spell? Luther McIath: *waves* hello dear! Luther McIath: Yes dear. Luther McIath: You know I was never happy being a man. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hello Lucy Luther McIath: Hello! Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hot...dress. *blinks* Luther McIath: That's why I was always so tense and moody Luther McIath: But now I'm finally free! Free! Gwyneira Frost: *Tilts head to the side* What do you intend to do with your... freedom? Luther McIath: Well.... my first port of call is to pop in on Margrave Gwyneira Frost: Indeed? Luther McIath: Now that I'm better equipped to fully enjoy his company Amaryl Cira'Stir: I suppose Madame Setine will see you in a completely other light aswell now... Luther McIath: That's true dear, my rates shall go up Amaryl Cira'Stir: So...what will you call yourself then? Lucy McIath? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Lutheress McIath? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Lusty McIath? Gwyneira Frost: *Raises an eyebrow* Amaryl Cira'Stir: *shrugs* Luther McIath: Lucy would be wonderful. Do you like this dress? I've been keeping it for years waiting till the joyous day when I can finally wear it outside my bedroom! Luther McIath: *parades* Amaryl Cira'Stir: *claps* Luther McIath: *blinks* Luther McIath: oh dang! I don't believe it! Luther McIath: I've only gone and chipped a nail Luther McIath: *inspects hand closely* Luther McIath: No more fisties for me for a day or two Luther McIath: .....so to speak. Amaryl Cira'Stir: *blinks* Luther McIath: ...until my nail grows back, dear Gwyneira Frost: Certainly the Sisters can expediate that. Luther McIath: Some of the sisters are my special friends Luther McIath: Especially their badger, Muncher Amaryl Cira'Stir: Their badger? Luther McIath: Yes dear Amaryl Cira'Stir: Do I want to know the details? Luther McIath: I expect not, dear/ Amaryl Cira'Stir: *nods slightly* Luther McIath: *changes with lightning speed* Luther McIath: That dress is rather slimming, I fear I have put on a little weight since the transformation Luther McIath: What do you think? Gwyneira Frost: I'm still not certain what transformation you refer to. You say you used to be a man? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Not really...I mean, you were rather skinny before. Luther McIath: That is correct dear. Its me, Luther! Luther McIath: You mean you like a fuller figuer? Luther McIath: Something you can really grab on to? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Err, not personally Luther McIath: Well there's time for you to change your mind, isn't there? Luther McIath: It doesn't have to be today. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Besides I´m not into woman really. Amaryl Cira'Stir: *blinks* Gwyneira Frost: *Ponders* Luther... I have heard the name... were you present at the volcano the other day, to negotiate for the return of the shard? Luther McIath: That's right dear! One of my final actions trapped inside that infernal body Luther McIath: The gods made a mistake the day they made Luther McIath a man! Gwyneira Frost: I see... Luther McIath: Now I understand why you ladies never used to run very fast Luther McIath: I'm still afraid I'll knock myself out Gwyneira Frost: *Tilts head* How so? Luther McIath: though it doesnt chafe so between my legs as it once did Amaryl Cira'Stir: You´ll have less problems to cross your legs now Luther McIath: That's true, and i wont be doing it as often anyway dear Amaryl Cira'Stir: *nods* Amaryl Cira'Stir: You can slap most men without getting beaten up now. Luther McIath: I have YEARS to make up Luther McIath: All those years of looking and never touching Luther McIath: After Margrave, I'm just not sure who else Luther McIath: The list is so long Amaryl Cira'Stir: Well, you have time enough to unleash your female side now Gwyneira Frost: List? Luther McIath: And just my own company can keep me occupied for hours now Luther McIath: Yes dear, my list Luther McIath: Of strong males that I've adventured with in the past Luther McIath: Now I've been transformed, I'm free to adventure with them at the next level Luther McIath: Well I should be off to find Margrave Luther McIath: Tell me though, does my bum look big in this? Gwyneira Frost: *Looks at Amaryl questioningly* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Not at all. Luther McIath: Wondeful! Luther McIath: Toodlepip! Amaryl Cira'Stir: I suppose Vandle can´t control himself if you approach him like that Luther McIath: One certainly hopes so dear! Amaryl Cira'Stir: ... ((There it runs off and comes back again)) Luther McIath: miss me? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Somehow... Luther McIath: you're sweet Gwyneira Frost: *Silently bemused* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Where have you been? Luther McIath: I've been all over, thinking of you Amaryl Cira'Stir: Of me?! Luther McIath: Yes the thought gave me ENTS dear Luther McIath: yes dear, Erect Nipple Through Shirt Luther McIath: common amongst us ladies Amaryl Cira'Stir: Ents. Amaryl Cira'Stir: *shakes her head* Luther McIath: *nods happily* ENTS Amaryl Cira'Stir: *looks down herself* Amaryl Cira'Stir: No ENTS, I guess. Luther McIath: *follows her gaze* Luther McIath: Well its warm here dear Luther McIath: We'll have to take a stroll through the snow lands Amaryl Cira'Stir: Why? Amaryl Cira'Stir: All for ENTS? Luther McIath: Yes dear and the fire side cuddles after Amaryl Cira'Stir: What´s the matter if there is none of your male toys to see them? Luther McIath: Well I can look at them for you Amaryl Cira'Stir: At mine? Luther McIath: Of course luvvy Luther McIath: No need to be shy Amaryl Cira'Stir: You´re not one of these nipple fetishists, are you? Luther McIath: Would you like me to be? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Uuuuh Luther McIath: Uuuh? Luther McIath: Is that orcish? Luther McIath: Orcish for yes? Luther McIath: Come on, lets get you out of those uncomfortable robes Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Struts in waving the banner* Amaryl Cira'Stir: No, that was more like "You would do anything for a little pleasure, wouldn´t you" uuuh, I think Amaryl Cira'Stir: Huh? Luther McIath: Well wouldnt we all Amaryl Cira'Stir: These robes are quite comfortable ((Gwyn leaves, Jagnar comes along..)) Luther McIath: Hello there sweetie! Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Grins toothily* Hello! Luther McIath: Well you dont look very comfortable in them at the moment! Jagnar Thunderhammer: What, don't tell me the Doc's holdin' more innerviews already? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Interviews? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah Jagnar Thunderhammer: Fer waitresses Amaryl Cira'Stir: Besides, Lucy, I can´t compete with you two... Luther McIath: That's just not true! Not if we get you out of those daggy robes! Amaryl Cira'Stir: Ka'azim did a great job. You´re too much of a woman for me Amaryl Cira'Stir: I am like...male, in comparison Amaryl Cira'Stir: *blinks* Luther McIath: That's kind of you to say sugar pie Luther McIath: You think? *looks closely* Luther McIath: There is an attractive maleness to you Luther McIath: ..... Amaryl Cira'Stir: *raises her brows* Amaryl Cira'Stir: I knew it Luther McIath: Why don't you come with me and the dwarf, honey buns? Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Scratches a hairy armpit idly* Jagnar Thunderhammer: Where we goin'? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Good question Luther McIath: I'll take you to places you've never been before! Luther McIath: ...twice! Jagnar Thunderhammer: So long's there's plenny'a alcohol Amaryl Cira'Stir: You might need the alcohol... Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Scratches her hairy chin* Luther McIath: Well whatever it takes dear Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Squints at the Elf, then looks around* Say, yer a little overdressed, ain'tcha? Luther McIath: yes she is isn't she Luther McIath: come on dear. don't be shy Luther McIath: its a lovely warm day Amaryl Cira'Stir: Overdressed... Amaryl Cira'Stir: Better? Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Looks at "Luther"* Whaddaya reckon? Luther McIath: Come on, don't be a tease Amaryl Cira'Stir: I have nothing else to wear. Luther McIath: That sounds perfect dear Amaryl Cira'Stir: ... Jagnar Thunderhammer: How 'bout this? Amaryl Cira'Stir: Is that your size? Luther McIath: that looks LOVELY! Jagnar Thunderhammer: From the competition tha Doc 'eld *nods* Amaryl Cira'Stir: *raises a brow* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Satisfied? Luther McIath: *whistles appreciately* Amaryl Cira'Stir: I take that as a yes... Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah, now yer not the odd one out Luther McIath: Yes, now you fit right in Luther McIath: Now we can go adventuring Jagnar Thunderhammer: Dunno, though. Little bit skinny. Amaryl Cira'Stir: We can? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Might need ta feed ya first. Luther McIath: Yes she does need a good stuffing Amaryl Cira'Stir: Oh, I am fine, thank you ((And poor Dante arrived)) Dante Fiirheart: ... Jagnar Thunderhammer: Hel-loooo Luther McIath: Well hellloooooooo! Amaryl Cira'Stir: What about this one, Lucy? Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Bats eyelids* Dante Fiirheart: *blinks and looks at Jagnar, then at Luther* What the /hell/ are those things? Luther McIath: What god made you in his image, sugar? Dante Fiirheart: *blinks rapidly* Luther McIath: These things? *jiggles* Luther McIath: My ENTS dear Dante Fiirheart: At least you got good eyesight... Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yer what? Luther McIath: Come on now honey, dont be rude. I have a face too you know Luther McIath: Look up Dante Fiirheart: *blinks* Dante Fiirheart: No Luther McIath: Don't be greedy Luther McIath: I dont want you to wear them out Dante Fiirheart: I'll stay right here, look right in this pretty piece of road below me, and live to see the next sunrise with my eyes in place Jagnar Thunderhammer: Aww, he's shy Luther McIath: You'll live if you do as we say, dear Dante Fiirheart: *taps his foot* This is... crazy... Dante Fiirheart: I'm dreaming, yeah, obviously I'm dreaming. Luther McIath: now come on over and give Jagnar some sugar Luther McIath: but save some for me too Dante Fiirheart: *blinks* Look! Harold is interested! Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Grins toothily and scratches under a hairy armpit* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Harold is staring at lucy the whole time... Luther McIath: He can wait his turn Luther McIath: Don't get jealous sweet cheeks Dante Fiirheart: *looks at Amaryl.... ALL over* Dante Fiirheart: Well, at least I got this... Amaryl Cira'Stir: *raises a brow* Dante Fiirheart: *grins at Amaryl* Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hm? Luther McIath: you look hot in that armour sugar Luther McIath: why don't you take a load off? Dante Fiirheart: No! I dont! I'm ugly... Luther McIath: we'll just see about that Amaryl Cira'Stir: Jagnar, you look quite strong. Perhaps he just wants someone to help him out of the armor... Luther McIath: good idea! Dante Fiirheart: NO! Luther McIath: come to mommy! Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Cracks her knuckles* Luther McIath: gosh, he *IS* shy! Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yer the fastest, off ya go Luther McIath: they do like playing hard to get Amaryl Cira'Stir: Did he run outside even? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Well, let's not keep him waitin' then Amaryl Cira'Stir: I can´t see him.. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hm...no signs of him Luther McIath: He's probably built small down below Luther McIath: and he's worried we'll giggle Luther McIath: ....he's probably right Amaryl Cira'Stir: Wait Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah? Amaryl Cira'Stir: These footsteps Amaryl Cira'Stir: Yes, must be him Amaryl Cira'Stir: Burned blades of grass... Amaryl Cira'Stir: Certainly him Jagnar Thunderhammer: Burned? Huh. Amaryl Cira'Stir: More signs... Jagnar Thunderhammer: [Tell] Redefining "man-hunt" Amaryl Cira'Stir: Hm, he must be here somewhere...besides that small dragon belongs to him Luther McIath: was that the smell? Luther McIath: I thought he'd been eating Paws Stew Amaryl Cira'Stir: Have you seen his teeth yet? Jagnar Thunderhammer: I thought only the teeth'a horses and slaves got checked Luther McIath: teeth? Luther McIath: is he a nibbler? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Oooh Amaryl Cira'Stir: He has some fangs. Like most of these Naruthians. Luther McIath: FANGS?! Amaryl Cira'Stir: But if you´re into biting...*blinks* Luther McIath: wonderful! Amaryl Cira'Stir: You are Jagnar Thunderhammer: We got paddin' Luther McIath: where *IS* this young man?! Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Squints* But we might haveta beef ya up, yer still a little too skinny Amaryl Cira'Stir: *Blinks* Me? Luther McIath: couldnt agree more Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah, one bite and yer gone Luther McIath: the boys will hardly see you Amaryl Cira'Stir: Oh, that´s alright. Amaryl Cira'Stir: They will only have eyes for you anyway. Luther McIath: ohh! *blushes* Jagnar Thunderhammer: Aww, aren'tcha nice? Jagnar Thunderhammer: We'll fix ya up, don't worry Amaryl Cira'Stir: ... Luther McIath: yeah Luther McIath: especially if you nick the blokes! Jagnar Thunderhammer: Some'a Missus McGillicutty's cookin' will have ya fit in no time Amaryl Cira'Stir: I think I should stay like that. Amaryl Cira'Stir: I mean Amaryl Cira'Stir: I don´t want to compete with you Luther McIath: theres plenty to share sugar Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah, and ya'd have more self-esteem if ya weren't so skinny Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Nods* Amaryl Cira'Stir: That must be it... Amaryl Cira'Stir: ((there goes my proper elf)) Jagnar Thunderhammer: ((I blame Luther)) Luther McIath: eh??? Luther McIath: yes me too Luther McIath: its been an exicting day Amaryl Cira'Stir: Jagnar, do you want this...dress back? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Yeah, okay. Bit loose on ya. Ya'll need ta fill out before it fits. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Thank you for letting me wear it though... Jagnar Thunderhammer: S'okay Luther McIath: ooh is it still warm? Jagnar Thunderhammer: Guess the robe's good fer ENTS prevention, huh Amaryl Cira'Stir: Quite. Luther McIath: unless she's VERY excited Jagnar Thunderhammer: *Scratches a hairy armpit* Jagnar Thunderhammer: Well, lovely ta meetya both Luther McIath: and you, sugar plums Jagnar Thunderhammer: Oh yeah, I'm Jagnar. Call me Keg. Amaryl Cira'Stir: Very well...Keg. Luther McIath: Alright dear.... Keg Jagnar Thunderhammer: Huh. Guess we'll haveta continue when the light's good enough fer the boys ta appreciate our beauty. Seeya then. Luther McIath: Righto The crew... Portraits: zip.rar PRAISE HECK, FOR HIS NAME IS HECK, AND JUST HECK!  pdwalker Joined: 08 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 5692 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 01:04 PM *sigh* Poor Lytton and his desperate attempt to get back for this I think my joke on him was better. - Paul Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly. -- "...Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good." -- <@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.  Solitaire Joined: 27 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 2220 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 01:06 PM *rolls around the floor crying with laughter* - Solitaire, Wizard - Ilyana Fiirhaart, High Priestess of Naruth  Carlton Joined: 19 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 527 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 02:19 PM and to think how bad it could be when a god wants to play tricks on you, and then you find out its a Dm, aaarrgh run for the hills... *laughs* Its easy clinging to your moral high ground when you have everything, try it when you have nothing left. Cain Angus  Calmeir Joined: 28 Jul 2003 Total Posts: 320 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 02:53 PM good lord....  Lisen Joined: 09 Jun 2003 Total Posts: 373 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 03:46 PM Thank-you Elk! Paul, all I can say is hell hath no wrath like a Lytton scorned... Lisen Beware the vortex of bureaucracy  Glor-an-Fhaidha Joined: 09 Oct 2004 Total Posts: 317 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 05:10 PM ..I have no words.  Lytton Joined: 09 Feb 2003 Total Posts: 245 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 07:50 PM Beware, Because of ENTS therapy Lucy McIout will not be around for a few days. But she will be back and looking for that lovely Dante chap too. ratemypoo.com  pdwalker Joined: 08 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 5692 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 10:07 PM Hey! Who's punishment is this? Dante's? or Mine? Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly. -- "...Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good." -- <@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.  Lytton Joined: 09 Feb 2003 Total Posts: 245 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 19 May 2005 11:04 PM You know how it is, when one is hurt one just thrashes out at anything that moves. I'm going to form a Scary Skyclad (TM) team of hairy ladies to go out on some naked adventuring. Anyway, as you know Sirac is next on the list.... ratemypoo.com  Sirac Joined: 27 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 2510 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 01:47 AM *LOL* Oi, what have I done!? Leave me out of your insane, transexual imaginings, ya depraved wannabe welsh man!! *wry grin* Sirac 'The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.' - Richard Bach, Illusions.  pdwalker Joined: 08 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 5692 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 01:59 AM I'm going to form a Scary Skyclad (TM) team of hairy ladies to go out on some naked adventuring. Let me know, the next time you log in, if you prefer Woundwort as a female. Try it out first before rejecting it out hand. He, I mean She can be the first hairy lady on your team. - Paul Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly. -- "...Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good." -- <@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 03:09 AM He, I mean She can be the first hairy lady on your team. Too late. Jagnar's already on the team and claims the honour of being the first hairy, erm, lady. :p  Lytton Joined: 09 Feb 2003 Total Posts: 245 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 06:15 AM *LOL* Oi, what have I done!? Leave me out of your insane, transexual imaginings, ya depraved wannabe welsh man!! *wry grin* Sirac You're the worst liar since Peter Sutcliffe told the police he was just a hammer feitishist. You'll get yours. ratemypoo.com  Sirac Joined: 27 Jan 2004 Total Posts: 2510 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 07:19 AM *resigned shrug* Looking forward to it man... *grins* The description -was- funny though, you have to wonder how many people over the last couple of months read it before someone eventually said something! Sirac PS For those who didnt click on the link, this was the description for the fearsome orc warrior Woundwort: This effeminate looking orc meets your gaze with a simpering smile. His strength is obvious, as is his prowess with a blade, but this impression is belied somewhat by the pink ribbon he has tied in his hair. It comes as little surprise he wields a rapier, rather than any kind of hefty blade, holding it with a somewhat limp wrist. Though when he actually wields the blade he does so to devastating effect, dancing amongst his enemies in a style reminiscent of a...ballerina. He smells of perfume and bath salts, and has perfectly manicured nails. His voice is high pitched, and shrill, giving little weight to his attempts to threaten or intimidate. The overall impression is of an orc struggling to be an impressive warrior, but failing due to an inherent femininity of the softest kind. He seems to have little interest in those of the opposite gender...although his eyes seem to fixate on any sheep he encounters, his gaze seeming to almost caress their soft wooly fleece. 'The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.' - Richard Bach, Illusions.  Lytton Joined: 09 Feb 2003 Total Posts: 245 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 08:19 AM I hope you brush your teeth regularly fella, what with your blowing your own trumpet so often ;-D ratemypoo.com  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 09:29 AM Addendum: fun in the IRC channel, the day after the “Lucy” McIath debut ((WickedArtist and BKatt were messing around and changing their nicks around by pretending to take random letters out of a “bag of fun” and making them into names. At this point in time, WickedArtist = KathyLeeGifford, BKatt = ElvishPresley)) KathyLeeGifford changes nick to LucyMcIath <ElvishPresely> erm.. now who was I again? <ElvishPresely> ACK <LucyMcIath> Hiya luv <ElvishPresely> RUN FOR YOUR LIVES <LucyMcIath> They love playing it hard to get ElvishPresely changes nick to ScaredSh17l33s <LucyMcIath> You seem a little overdressed, arent ya luv? LucyMcIath purrs ScaredSh17l33s jumps in the bag of fun and sews ot shut <ScaredSh17l33s> or it even LucyMcIath lifts the bag of fun and hugs it tightly <LucyMcIath> Feel my ENTS ScaredSh17l33s uses all the letters in the bag to make.. <Fictrix> *Laughs* You're doing a better job of being Lucy than Lytt was, WA. <LucyMcIath> :p ScaredSh17l33s changes nick to thinAir LucyMcIath smacks her Ents against the thin air Fictrix wishes Paul and Lytt were around thinAir seeps out of the bag and right past LucyMcIath.. and floats up into the stratosphere thinAir drifts out of the atmosphere LucyMcIath hops on her ENTS <thinAir> ok.. thats just wrong <thinAir> :p LucyMcIath hops into the atmosphere <LucyMcIath> :p <thinAir> soooo wrong <LucyMcIath> And yet so right I'm cracking... <LucyMcIath>:D thinAir rematerializes into... BKatt and plummets to the ground... hoping and praying that it will be over soon thinAir changes nick to BKatt LucyMcIath hops towards BKatt BKatt slams into the ground and dies <Fictrix> Seriously, WA, you're so good at this that you should make someone up to join Lytt's team of ugly women LucyMcIath hops towards Fictrix <LucyMcIath> Come here, honey! Fictrix changes nick to JagnarThunderhammer JagnarThunderhammer waddles over BKatt slips into a coma while Lucy is busy with someone else BKatt changes nick to BKatt|coma <BKatt|coma> and with that.. I am outta here... <LucyMcIath> Ya want me ta come with ya, luv? <BKatt|coma> and none too soon... oh the horror <LucyMcIath> I bet ya got a big bed there <JagnarThunderhammer> Reckon we can all fit *grunts* BKatt|coma points to the east <BKatt|coma> is that a margrave over there?\ <LucyMcIath>Yeah! <LucyMcIath> Where? WHERE? BKatt|coma leaves quickly JagnarThunderhammer waddles after BKatt|coma LucyMcIath hops after BKatt on her ENTS <JagnarThunderhammer> *And they all fade into the sunset* JagnarThunderhammer changes nick to Fictrix LucyMcIath changes nick to WickedArtist <WickedArtist> Thats a scene you dont want to see in movies <Fictrix> Mmhmm <Fictrix> *Pokepoke* Make an ugly lady character! <Fictrix> You know you want to. <WickedArtist> Noooo <Fictrix> It's fun. <WickedArtist> I'd rather continue to play the pickoned Dante <Fictrix> ... <Fictrix> Oh-kayy <WickedArtist> Try to pick on Trent <WickedArtist> :p <Fictrix> Sure. Fictrix waits for Lytt <WickedArtist> He'd kill Jagnar and get it over with :p <Fictrix> That's why I'm waiting for Lytt <WickedArtist> Eek <Fictrix> He can't overpower Lucy <Fictrix> Level 38 Lucy... <WickedArtist> Alton can Fictrix doubts it WickedArtist knows it <Fictrix> They'd both sit on Alton, and that would be the end of him <WickedArtist> Eek <WickedArtist> Well <WickedArtist> Erm... <WickedArtist> Amaryl shouldnt have mentioned those fangs <Fictrix> Why? <WickedArtist> It just made Lucy more horny  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 20 May 2005 10:33 AM Edited for clarity in some places ... whether that is a good or bad thing is a matter of opinion Lucy Returns At the Buckshire Trading Post. Present: Dante; Fiir (Dante's pseudo-dragon familiar); Lucy; Gwyneira. Lucy McIout: hey big boy Lucy McIout: Do I know you? Dante Fiirheart: *blinks* No Lucy McIout: I think i do! Gwyneira Frost: *Looks back and forth between the three* Dante Fiirheart: I would remember Lucy McIout: I KNOW you would! Lucy McIout: But perhaps you've been hit on your head too many times Lucy McIout: Wasn't it you that would oink like a piggy? Lucy McIout: ...if not... would you like to? Dante Fiirheart: I dont oink. Gwyneira Frost: [Tell - to Lytt] dang, I should never have cancelled stealth mode Lucy McIout: [Tell] hehehe Lucy McIout: really? Lucy McIout: i bet i could make you Lucy McIout: turn around and get on your knees big boy, let me ride you like a piggy! Dante Fiirheart: *shudders and almost takes a step back* Lucy McIout: come to me, sugar thing! Dante Fiirheart: Not a step closer Lucy McIout: *inhales* Lucy McIout: you smell good little piggy Fiir: *snickers* Lucy McIout: give me some sugar ((Gwyneira walks out of sight)) Gwyneira Frost casts Wild Shape, Panther ((Gwyneira goes into stealth mode)) Dante Fiirheart: No. Go away. I dont like you. Lucy McIout: Dont play hard to get Fiir: *hisses in laughter* Lucy McIout: want me to chase you? I can chase you Dante Fiirheart: I'm faster ((Dante runs off out of the Post. Being in stealth mode, I had to wander around a bit to find them again.)) Dante Fiirheart: Five meter distance Lucy McIout: are you THAT big?! Lucy McIout: I don't believe me Lucy McIout: Seeing is believing! Dante Fiirheart: *blinks* Dante Fiirheart: Seeing? Lucy McIout: Let me ride the snake to your house of love! Dante Fiirheart: *blinks* ((Bah! Reset! I took Gwyneira into the Ale Shoppe to prepare the appropriate spells.)) After Reset - the Saga Resumes Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] quickllyyyy Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] I can feel her comming... the darkenss grows stronger Lytt has joined as a player.. Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] nooooo ((Lucy appears JUST as Gwyn walks up to Dante in stealth mode. Dante backs off, Lucy following. He goes around the back of the guildhouse. Lucy follows, but doesn't go around the back—she walks into the building. Gwyn follows Dante around, who has almost done a complete circuit by now and is standing next to the braziers.)) Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] Can you see me? Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] nope Gwyneira Frost casting Mass Camouflage Gwyneira Frost: Shhh ((And into stealth mode they go and walk off towards the highway in silence.)) Gwyneira Frost: *Opens the gate fractionally* Fast Forward: A Hidden Clearing Near the Standing Stones Dante Fiirheart: *looks around* Thanks for that Gwyneira Frost: *Shrugs* You looked like you could use the assistance. Dante Fiirheart: Yeah... definately.. that thing's scary Dante Fiirheart: *sits* Dante Fiirheart: So, what's this place? Gwyneira Frost: *Wryly* You might want to stay away from the Trading Post for a while. There was another woman there yesterday who claimed to be Luther. Gwyneira Frost: *Looks around* I'm not certain. I found it by accident once. Dante Fiirheart: Oh, yeah, I met her Dante Fiirheart: She tried to take off my armor Gwyneira Frost: *Raises an eyebrow* So you said. Dante Fiirheart: Two crazy women... crazy... Dante Fiirheart: At least they got a good taste, I'll admit that Gwyneira Frost: *Raises her eyebrows* Oh? Dante Fiirheart: Well, they do want me. That's good taste. Gwyneira Frost: *Amused* If you say so. Dante Fiirheart: *leans back at the tree* Sure, mock all you want. It's the general truth, though. Gwyneira Frost: *Shrugs* It was not my intent to mock. You are, of course, entitled to your opinion. ((Note: in the background, I am telling Lytt to get a move on and come on over—there is only one exit to the clearing, you see, whereas it's easy to escape at the Trading Post... yus, I am traitorous and ebil, muhahahahaha. Oh, come on. We were the only people on the server.)) Dante Fiirheart: Well, I guess beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, yeah. I mean, did you see /her/? Dante Fiirheart: She actually thinks a man like me could be even slightly interested.... sheesh Gwyneira Frost: *Wryly* Well, at any rate, there have been a number of strange women at the Trading Post. I'd be careful going around there. ((Lucy suddenly and inexpicably appears right next to Dante)) Dante Fiirheart: There was that dwarf too. Lucy McIout: which dwarf sugar cheeks? Dante Fiirheart: *jumps away* Lucy McIout: the way you stand to attention at my sight makes me feel good Dante Fiirheart: I'ms tanding /away/ from you Lucy McIout: yes to get a better vire of me Dante Fiirheart: No, just to make sure I wont vomit in disgust ((Lucy turns around and bends over)) Lucy McIout: like it? Lucy McIout: hmm? Lucy McIout: I know you do Lucy McIout: well? sexy or not? ((Dante turns around to look away)) Dante Fiirheart: Not Lucy McIout: want a closer sniff? Lucy McIout: come on over to my special place Dante Fiirheart: No, I dont Lucy McIout: so shy Dante Fiirheart: I'm /not/ shy ((Gwyneira walks off out of sight to enter stealth mode again—Extended Mass Camouflage is still holding, it's a 24 hour spell. I don't think I missed anything much.)) Lucy McIout: you must be a virgin, you special young boy Lucy McIout: I can't smell any other girl on you, cheeky cheeks Lucy McIout: don't feel bad, its nice that you saved yourself for me Dante Fiirheart: Maybe its the powerful dog scent comming out of you Lucy McIout: you like it? Gwyneira Frost: [Whisper] The spell will hold for a day, if you can manage to get out of sight and hide. Lucy McIout: I rubbed him up and down on me for hours to get his scent Lucy McIout: you might have seen that bald dog outside Buckshire Dante Fiirheart: *shudders* NO I dont like it Lucy McIout: all for you, sweaty buns Dante Fiirheart: Tell you what... I'll go... um... think about it... alone... alright? Lucy McIout: I'll be thinking of you, wobble bottom ((He tries to walk away. Lucy follows.)) Dante Fiirheart: Alone! Lucy McIout: ....what? Dante Fiirheart: I'll be... right back Dante Fiirheart: Go back to that tree Lucy McIout: why? Dante Fiirheart: So I wont be able to escape. I mean, it's the only exit Lucy McIout: do you like your girls draped across something tall and hard? Lucy McIout: ah Dante Fiirheart: Go on, I'll be back in a moment.. Lucy McIout: thinking of you already ((Lucy walks off towards the exit, Dante, in the opposite direction. Stealth mode and escape time.)) ((Lucy is standing right in front of the only exit. Dante does this weird shuffle thing, testing the camouflage. Obviously it didn't work. Hiding in plain daylight in chainmail, right, good thinking.)) Lucy McIout: what ARE you doing? Lucy McIout: I do like dancing Dante Fiirheart: Um... just... taking a walk... Lucy McIout: i like the way your hips swing Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] *Cracks up* Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] go get me an invisibility potion Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] Nah Dante Fiirheart: Oh, please, just leave me alone! Lucy McIout: oh.... Lucy McIout: *hangs head* Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] thank god he's evil Lucy McIout: *sniffs* ((Lucy exits)) Dante Fiirheart: I'm sure there will be plenty of other guys... just not me Dante Fiirheart: Well, that got rid of her Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] agh, now /I/ feel bad Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] :p Gwyneira Frost: *Wryly* I'm not certain about that. You know that saying about scorned women. Dante Fiirheart: What? Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] *could never do that if he was in Dante's situation. too nice* Gwyneira Frost: *Wryly* "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" - she'll be back, with a vengeance. Dante Fiirheart: I've been through hell, I'll live through this Gwyneira Frost: *Shrugs* Very well. Dante Fiirheart: Sounds like I hurt her feelings, anyway Gwyneira Frost: Possibly. Dante Fiirheart: [Tell] I'm so incapable of being ebil Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] I know.  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   Re: Lucy McIath... Posted: 22 May 2005 03:58 AM A Question of Sanity ((McGillicutty's Watering Hole, prior to the Sickening of Ferein event wherein a lot of people went down to Undraeth to retrieve a shard)) As usual: edited for clarity. There were a lot of simultaneous conversations going on. Gwyneira Frost: *Glances back at Luther* Gwyneira Frost: *Looks surprised* Gwyneira Frost: I take it you changed your mind, Luther? Luther McIath: changed my mind? Gwyneira Frost: Or is it still "Lucy"? Luther McIath: sorry? Juylina Komthya: *she looks over to Gwyn* Lucy? ((The _ Ranger)) Earade Cystafer: [Tell] *lmao Dante Fiirheart: *blinks at the mention of lucy* WherE? ((Dante was leaning back on his chair)) Dante Fiirheart: *falls with the chair* Gwyneira Frost: *Lifts an eyebrow* Just a few days ago, you underwent an operation at Ka'azim. Luther McIath: excuse me? Juylina Komthya: What...are you talking about *looks to Luther* Gasher Bloodspuer: *blinks looking confused* Dante Fiirheart: *stands up* Where? Gwyneira Frost: You were quite firm in your belief that the gods had made a mistake in making you a man... so you had them change you into a woman at Ka'azim and called yourself Lucy... Luther McIath: *peeks into his robe* Luther McIath: no, I would appear to be a man Gwyneira Frost: Amaryl was present. She can confirm my story. Connavar: *grins* Gwyneira Frost: As can the merchants at the Trading Post. Luther McIath: I...see. Dante Fiirheart: As can I... Drogar Dintfin: Get it out and prove it! Juylina Komthya: *she grabs all the mugs that are near Gwyn* Enought for you. Luther McIath: are you quite well? Drogar Dintfin: *smiles gleefully* Gasher Bloodspuer: Sounds like vile magicks against the m ind. Gwyneira Frost: *Looks over at Juylina* I haven't had anything to drink. Dante Fiirheart: It's the truth. Lucy and the hairy dwarf tried to take off my armor by force! Juylina Komthya: *she sets the empties behind the counter* Connavar: those are my mugs Luther McIath: I will pray for you Gwyneira Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] This is where it is great to have a sane character to deadppan Dante Fiirheart: *lifts his chair and sits* Luther McIath casting Greater Restoration ((That was on Gwyn)) Juylina Komthya: Well, something wrong with her. Luther McIath: is that better? Gwyneira Frost: *Lifts an eyebrow* Gwyneira Frost: I don't feel any different. Luther McIath: I ...see. Dante Fiirheart: Frosty isnt lying Luther McIath: perhaps, if you are seeing things...you need rest? Gwyneira Frost: Are you quite certain you're all right? After your... second operation? Luther McIath: *looks very concerned* Drogar Dintfin: Now hes had a second operation! Luther McIath: the stress..the Tears.. Gwyneira Frost: *Looks concerned right back!* Gasher Bloodspuer: *turns to Luther whispering* Are they all right Luth ? Vrodo Joud: ...is time to leave bald one be? Juylina Komthya: Something must be warping her mind. Luther McIath: I can understand it being too much for you to handle Dante Fiirheart: Hey. I saw it too! Luther McIath: *whispers to gash* I have no idea.. Gwyneira Frost: *Shakes her head, takes out her sketchbook and draws a quick sketch* Juylina Komthya: *she looks to Dante* And his too... Vrodo Joud: *looks at drawing* Gwyneira Frost: *Rips out the page and hands it to Luther* Go quickly to the Trading Post and ask if they saw that woman. Vrodo Joud: Yeech! Vrodo Joud: Whatta woman! Luther McIath: *looks at the stick figure* Gwyneira Frost: You'll see. Vrodo Joud: In my dreams... Luther McIath: a bit thin, isnt she? Gwyneira Frost: *It's not a stick figure, she's an artist* Gasher Bloodspuer: Frowns , there are vile creatures that feed off ones mind. *looks to Gwyn and Dante obviously concerned* Luther McIath: ((I like my version better)) Dante Fiirheart: I'm /fine/ Connavar: ((lmao)) Dante Fiirheart: I saw her, and that hairy dwarf Jagnar Luther McIath: it's quite all right Gwyneira Juylina Komthya: I'm not sure you are *she puts her hand across his forehead* Luther McIath: just sit down and rest for a bit Juylina Komthya: Well, he's no hotter then usual. Gwyneira Frost: *In the same tone* Perhaps it's you who needs a rest, after what you have been through Luther McIath: *whispers to Gasher* what wild weeds can unhinge a mind so? Gasher Bloodspuer: *nods* We need to be fully rested, the atalan lands are extremely dangers *turns to luther grimacing with some painful past memory* Dante Fiirheart: *winks at Juylina* I get hotter by the second Gwyneira Frost: *Goes grim* Yes, they are, at that... Juylina Komthya: *she rolls her eyes at Dante* Gasher Bloodspuer: *whispers back to Luther* None that I have experienced. Gwyneira Frost: *Looks at Lucy dubiously a moment, then turns her attention back to the table wordlessly* Drogar Dintfin: I thought i was mad, you lot a possiably insane! Everyone Must be Sane for the Assault or we will Die ((Buckshire Trading Post, prior to entering Buckshire Woods)) Luther McIath: gwyn... Gwyneira Frost: Yes, Lucy? Luther McIath: *looks at her strangely* Luther McIath: are you sure you are up to this? Gwyneira Frost: Of course. Luther McIath: you still seem to be suffering some abberant effects Gwyneira Frost: *Raises an eyebrow* I could say the same of you. Gwyneira Frost: Let us proceed onwards. Luther McIath: that is what worries me..you seem disconnected from reality Gwyneira Frost: [Tell] *Wishes Lytt were here with Lucy* Previous Thread :: Next Thread  Page 1 of 1   Forums  > General  > General  > Lucy McIath...