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The Alfheim ban on dancing had endured for centuries under the cruel, uncultured influence of high priest Moorye Lithglow. Queen Loriniscil's ascension was thus welcomed, seen nowadays by most historians as a triumph of progressive civil rights over ultra-conservative tradition.

In truth, and at its heart, the paradigm shift was more about the arcane surpassing holy powers.

The Astral Sea, or at its most base interpretation the Graveyard of Gods, was itself a prophet of this inevitable transition. As more and more divine shards littered the rainbow expanses, more and more astral elves found reliability in the godlessness of black magic. When Prince Celsior had busted his first move at the ripe elven of 4 standard cycles, people really stood up and took notice.

On this planet however, dancing elves were not unheard of. So when the Prince executed a perfect pirouette followed up by an effortless sauter, the battle lusting githyanki didn't exactly stop to fondle his brass opera binoculars.

Instead he got a face-full of missiles. Busting a move and busting space trash's face? The two actions were indiscernible to all but the most experienced choreographers.

Yahs moved in hoping to exploit the ornate, yellow brute's open (and half-priced) flank steak. With the heightened senses of the alien's 3rd eye, her mop found nothing but smoke-blackened air to scrub. The timeless advantage of multicellular cooperation trumpeted its evolutionary dominance however, when the sheer numbers of 2 vs 1 created an inevitable opening for the amorphous deckhand's follow-up tap.

All that remained was a dead pirates leg to turn the tide. Splinters the Wood Carver had made a name for himself tending shark-nibbled navy ensigns, mostly due to the signature topless krakens decorating his works (which truly defied mammalian biology). Lazuli's piece was one of Splinters' outlier, experimental attempts...the research question of course being: can a passable knee be fashioned from uncured willow?

After years of trial and failure, bitter divorce, and financial ruin the answer was clear: yes. A knee-knob grown 3x its normal dimensions that presently splattered one of the universes most enlightened minds into pasty goo. (gith 1 down)

Before the body even hit the floor, the headhunter *ZZbmFpfff*'ed into its place, a slick sheen of ectoplasm coating the warriors form. A duo of rapid, practiced strikes was obviously just a distraction...the last man standing looking for a way out.

Last githyanki in melee with Lazuli and Yahs.

All up.

gith1: (dead)
gith2: -7
Miken: (dead)

Round 2:
Lazuli  (spike growth)
Githyanki
Celsior, Yahs <--UP

The Alfheim ban on dancing had endured for centuries under the cruel, uncultured influence of high priest Moorye Lithglow. Queen Loriniscil's ascension was thus welcomed, seen nowadays by most historians as a triumph of progressive civil rights over ultra-conservative tradition.

In truth, and at its heart, the paradigm shift was more about the arcane surpassing holy powers.

The Astral Sea, or at its most base interpretation the Graveyard of Gods, was itself a prophet of this inevitable transition. As more and more divine shards littered the rainbow expanses, more and more astral elves found reliability in the godlessness of black magic. When Prince Celsior had busted his first move at the ripe elven of 4 standard cycles, people really stood up and took notice.

On this planet however, dancing elves were not unheard of. So when the Prince executed a perfect pirouette followed up by an effortless sauter, the battle lusting githyanki didn't exactly stop to fondle his brass opera binoculars.

Instead he got a face-full of missiles. Busting a move and busting space trash's face? The two actions were indiscernible to all but the most experienced choreographers.

Yahs moved in hoping to exploit the ornate, yellow brute's open (and half-priced) flank steak. With the heightened senses of the alien's 3rd eye, her mop found nothing but smoke-blackened air to scrub. The timeless advantage of multicellular cooperation trumpeted its evolutionary dominance however, when the sheer numbers of 2 vs 1 created an inevitable opening for the amorphous deckhand's follow-up tap.

All that remained was a dead pirates leg to turn the tide. Splinters the Wood Carver had made a name for himself tending shark-nibbled navy ensigns, mostly due to the signature topless krakens decorating his works (which truly defied mammalian biology). Lazuli's piece was one of Splinters' outlier, experimental attempts...the research question of course being: can a passable knee be fashioned from uncured willow?

After years of trial and failure, bitter divorce, and financial ruin the answer was clear: yes. A knee-knob grown 3x its normal dimensions that presently splattered one of the universes most enlightened minds into pasty goo. (gith 1 down)

Before the body even hit the floor, the headhunter *ZZbmFpfff*'ed into its place, a slick sheen of ectoplasm coating the warriors form.

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The Alfheim ban on dancing had endured for centuries under the cruel, uncultured influence of high priest Moorye Lithglow. Queen Loriniscil's ascension was thus welcomed, seen nowadays by most historians as a triumph of progressive civil rights over ultra-conservative tradition.

In truth, and at its heart, the paradigm shift was more about the arcane surpassing holy powers.

The Astral Sea, or at its most base interpretation the Graveyard of Gods, was itself a prophet of this inevitable transition. As more and more divine shards littered the rainbow expanses, more and more astral elves found reliability in the godlessness of black magic. When Prince Celsior had busted his first move at the ripe elven of 4 standard cycles, people really stood up and took notice.

On this planet however, dancing elves were not unheard of. So when the Prince executed a perfect pirouette followed up by an effortless sauter, the battle lusting githyanki didn't exactly stop to fondle his brass opera binoculars.

Instead he got a face-full of missiles. Busting a move and busting space trash's face? The two actions were indiscernible to all but the most experienced choreographers.

Yahs moved in hoping to exploit the ornate, yellow brute's open (and half-priced) flank steak. With the heightened senses of the alien's 3rd eye, her mop found nothing but smoke-blackened air to scrub. The timeless advantage of multicellular cooperation trumpeted its evolutionary dominance however, when the sheer numbers of 2 vs 1 created an inevitable opening for the amorphous deckhand's follow-up tap.

All that remained was a dead pirates leg to turn the tide. Splinters the Wood Carver had made a name for himself tending shark-nibbled navy ensigns, mostly due to the signature topless krakens decorating his works (which truly defied mammalian biology). Lazuli's piece was one of Splinters' outlier, experimental attempts...the research question of course being: can a passable knee be fashioned from uncured willow?

After years of trial and failure, bitter divorce, and financial ruin the answer was clear: yes. A knee-knob grown 3x its normal dimensions that presently splattered one of the universes most enlightened minds into pasty goo. (gith 1 down)

(editing)

The Alfheim ban on dancing had endured for centuries under the cruel, uncultured influence of high priest Moorye Lithglow. Queen Loriniscil's ascension was thus welcomed, seen nowadays by most historians as a triumph of progressive civil rights over ultra-conservative tradition.

In truth, and at its heart, the paradigm shift was more about the arcane surpassing holy powers.

The Astral Sea, or at its most base interpretation the Graveyard of Gods, was itself a prophet of this inevitable transition. As more and more divine shards littered the rainbow expanses, more and more astral elves found reliability in the godlessness of black magic. When Prince Celsior had busted his first move at the ripe elven of 4 standard cycles, people really stood up and took notice.

On this planet however, dancing elves were not unheard of. So when the Prince executed a perfect pirouette followed up by an effortless sauter, the battle lusting githyanki didn't exactly stop to fondle his brass opera binoculars.

Instead he got a face-full of missiles. Busting a move and busting space trash's face? The two actions were indiscernible to all but the most experienced choreographers.

Yahs moved in hoping to exploit the ornate, yellow brute's open (and half-priced) flank steak. With the heightened senses of the alien's 3rd eye, her mop found nothing but smoke-blackened air to scrub. The timeless advantage of multicellular cooperation trumpeted its evolutionary dominance however, when the sheer numbers of 2 vs 1 created an inevitable opening for the amorphous deckhand's follow-up tap.

All that remained was a dead pirates leg to turn the tide. Splinters the Wood Carver had made a name for himself tending shark-nibbled navy ensigns, mostly due to the signature topless krakens decorating his works (which truly defied mammalian biology). Lazuli's piece was one of Splinters' outlier, experimental attempts...the research question of course being: can a passable knee be fashioned from uncured willow?

After years of trial and failure, bitter divorce, and financial ruin the answer was clear: yes. A knee-knob grown 3x its normal dimensions that presently splattered one of the universes most enlightened minds into pasty goo.

(editing)