Coatleque

Just so nobody gets confused, I'm updating the thread title since it's grown from just the pillar to encompass the whole server!

No gaiz! Gaiz! Stahp! *hides face*

I will let someone pretend to be Coatleque for a day. But I don't trust myself to take over someone else. I know, that defeats the purpose of an "exercise". If that is okay, then half-sign me up. It will be amusing to watch.

I'm still upset I don't ride side-saddle on ANYTHING. I'll just stick to my own little bird for now *sniff* Who knew a Highlander would have Midlander-envy? Of course being escorted around by some other Knight sounds promising.

If you guys keep beating up on Warren, Coatleque may have to stand in line some Saturday.

And the rest was history...

(( Well, that will be the ending of this thread now. I'm glad so many people enjoyed their little story FYI, this is all considered canon, so... Thanks to everyone once again. ))

Her hand slowly relaxed as their fingers laced together. She tilted her head to look down at their hands as she leaned back towards him. His body met hers and she sighed as he kissed the nape of her neck. She had read every story in that book many times over. It was no coincidence he had chosen one that sang of two stalwart knights and their forbidden love. Both had been destined to go their separate ways, alone and unfulfilled. Tonight, however, their tragic story would have a different ending. [align=center]***[/align]

For some reason I'm just counting the number of teeth that woman has and going... wait wut?

She did not turn to him or move. Her heart was racing now as she stared nervously at the wall. "Please do..." she almost stammered at last. The hand she leaned upon had instinctively clenched into a ball.

She turned her head enough to see him out of the corner of her eye. "By all means, make yourself comfortable. You have quite a bit to read and it is already late. I should like to hear the ending tonight." She had scooted herself further to the other side leaving as much of the bed behind her as she could.

I don't think I've ever used tracert and solved anything with the results. Most anything I do on the networking side is with ping, and maybe nslookup to verify mx records for email routing. Of course what I do is more on the Desktop/Server OS side of things and less on the topology side.

This. Shoutbox is basically like a general response forum thread. I'm thinking something more like Enjin's chat plugin. But bandwidth is always the first priority of course. I'd rather be able to post in threads than have constant OOC chat if it came down to a decision.

She gave him an incredulous look with widening eyes as she placed her other hand over her chest. "Ser Castille! That would hardly be lady-like!" She waited another moment before continuing. "I shall at least afford you the same privacy." With that she rolled over to sit and face the other direction.

Luckily she was used to doing this herself on a daily basis. It did not take her long to change into her nightgown. She sat on the bed when finished with her legs curled behind her, leaning on one hand. "I am decent.", she said. She watched him across the room. "You are going to read to me wearing that?"

Fake iron pyrite. This makes me giggle-snort whenever I think about it.

Now free of the bulk of her armor, she was still clothed in the typical white cotton padded shirt worn underneath. She took the surcoat from him and moved back across the room to place it on an armor stand. Laughing nervously she looked back towards him and said "I can probably get the rest." Being a smaller room, there was no screen provided. She looked around with a blank expression. "Umm..."

Her face must have turned three shades of red at his touch. Her head lowered but her eyes remained fixed on his. "Thank ye.", she almost sighed. She stood there in front of him as if expecting something to happen.

She's like Mad Moxxie in Borderlands, when she reverts to her hillbilly accent at one point and gets all flustered about it. Except this is Ala'Mhigan.

LOL, I wasn't going to say anything. The most drawn out and 'british' love scene is happening over there right now. Unless they fall asleep again. Or something else distracts them, which ALWAYS seems to happen.

She stood there for a moment and the strap popped free in her hand, yet she was unable to move. Her thoughts began to race. Suddenly she pulled it tight once more and secured it again. Turning around she took a few steps and heard herself speaking softly. "I cannae seem te get this one..."

Seconded. Oscare X Aya! moar pls!

She looked at him with equal parts anger, embarrassment, and longing as she considered his words. Anger at herself for reacting as she did. She had been delayed last night, and he was making sure it would not happen again this night. That same shyness she had felt before came over her and she smiled at him. "You are forgiven, of course. I am... happy you are here, Warren. I was not looking forward to another night alone. What I mean is, I would like to hear the end of the story." She turned back towards the bed and continued fighting with straps, trying to remove the burdens she'd been wearing all night now.

WHAT?! I meant boyz! They talk about boyz!

Unawares of another presence in her room, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. There was a quick flash and sound of steel as she turned about with her sword raised parallel to the ground. She did not call out or speak as her heart raced, but stared for a moment till her sight caught up to her reflexes. Her sword lowered slowly. "Ser Castille? Twelve preserve me, what are you doing here?!" Realize how incredibly off-putting she must look, she sheathed the weapon and promptly removed it from her belt, leaning it against the armoire.