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Lady Moonleigh Asks
by Lady
Moonleigh Joliet
Lady Moonleigh Joliet is a vibrant red-tressed
human warrior princess. She currently lives in the Joliet family castle with
her two nieces. Among other things, she loves to sit for hours chatting with
friends. Because of this, writing a regular column that justifies her need
to gab with assorted people is perfect for her. It also cuts down dramatically
on her shopping addiction . "Lady Moonleigh Asks" will each issue be featuring
one question asked of fellow Elanthians. In preparation for this issue, Moonleigh
asked many of our citizens the following:
What
is/was your most embarrassing moment here in Elanthia?
Lord Camber Torlin recalls:
I was standing in Town Square with a lady friend and some guy starts making
lewd remarks towards her. So being the chivalrous man that I am, I decide
to defend my friend's honor and give this youngin' a punch to the nose. Well,
yep, I swung a bit more offensive then planned and the guy drops dead. I
think the lady was less then impressed.
Lady Suvi VanderWater giggles as she
remembers:
I was a rather young warrior and my big sister, Moonleigh, had taken me to
zombies. Afterwards, I was very excited about our hunt. I had survived the
trip, done rather well, and even had fun. So when a friend asked me to go
out there and hunt with him a few days later, I was thrilled. However, within
moments after crawling out from under the copse, I found myself lying dead
beneath it again. Seems I was trying to use a bank note as my weapon. I still
think that I might have faired better if I had bothered to at least bless
the note, or maybe if it had been for a larger sum of coins.
Lord Omenz Clearam blushes as he
warns:
Always thoroughly check those lockable rooms in Thrak Inn before you begin
to flirt with your fiancée.
Lady Featherhair WindingSoul shares:
I had just woken up, and went to Hearthstone to get my breakfast (two shots
of whiskey). I felt the death of a young friend in revenants and transferred
to him, not bothering with any defensive spells. The revenants promptly cut
me into pieces and I bit the dust. (I had close to 40 trainings at the time.)
Virtis and Myste arrived. Since this was prior to rigor mortis setting into
the lands, Myste's first question was on the whereabouts of my sword and
shield. Virtis then sniffed at a shot of whiskey on the ground. To my horror,
I looked down at my corpse and... two shots of whiskey. I informed them that
I hadn't brought my sword and shield, I was serving drinks. How dare the
revenants be so ungrateful!
Lord Wakkez Wkanbkez reluctantly
states:
I was relaxing at a table with my wife. As we were speaking, I was sort of
half-listening to the amulet. She then made some kind of sarcastic remark
in regards to my forgetting something (I can't seem to remember what it was).
Well, I replied, "I was born smart, I just get dumber with age." Problem
was I accidentally stated it on the amulet, not to her. I think the net is
still commenting on it.
Lady Carren Rosewoods conveys:
I was in the graveyard hunting revenants when I was very young. I met up
with a cleric named Dryxler there and we decided to join forces. I was so
busy talking to him that I prepped a minor water spell and cast it at him
accidentally. He basically thought I was a lunatic! I of course apologized
profusely and we went our separate ways. I met up with him again inside the
crypt a few weeks later. Feeling terrible about the prior incident, I offered
to cast some defensive spells on him. Once again I slipped, this time casting
minor fire at him! Needless to say, he was now convinced I was out to get
him. The next time I saw him, I promised never to cast in his presence again
and he accepted my apology. We've even managed to become close friends, despite
our most perilous beginning.
Lord Agilarr Solentela recounts:
I was just sitting around in town, when this young guy walked up and bit
me about ten times. After I glanced at him, he giggled madly, put on a pair
of huge red wax lips, and then actually kissed me. Well, that's what did
it. I stood up and promptly tackled him so hard it knocked blood out of him.
He stood up and smiled at me as he stuck out his tongue, and then kissed
me again. I flattened him again, he had lost a lot of blood by this time,
but an empath friend had healed him. While some people were gawking at me,
others were pulling the kid to his feet and encouraging me to tackle him
again. By now, I was pretty hankered up and ticked off, and I tackled him
again, and again, and again. The empath was doing a fantastic job of keeping
his blood up, when all of the sudden she got tied up. Not realizing this,
I hammered him again, so hard he dropped dead at my feet. Constable must
have seen it coming, because he was right there. He cuffed, hauled me off,
threw me in jail, and then I was fined. And as if that wasn't bad enough,
guess who was waiting at the teller's window?
Lady Reshil Marlyd recollects:
I was very young and had died hunting something in the GY. Mysh arrived and
dragged me to the crypt where I was raised. I noticed I was out of mana and
remembered I had a scroll of some sort. I read it and it said, "Mana Disruption."
Since it said something about mana, I figured that it would replenish it.
I asked Mysh how I used scrolls and he told me you invoke them. I invoked
it, but nothing happened. So, I invoked it again and killed myself from double
invoking the scroll. This time, Daenar rezzed me. He then explained I needed
to cast the spell from the scroll once I invoked it. I again invoked the
scroll and this time cast it, dying my third time in a mere 10 minutes.
Lady Tilone Tinaj volunteers:
This is actually a good friend's most embarrassing moment. It was back when
that pile of rubble that later lead to Stone Valley was on the verge of opening.
There were hourly invasions and basically everyone was camping up there around
the clock. Lord Querchard Armageddon was up there during one of the dust-ups,
and since people were maelstorming and such, everybody had formed a single
group. A bunch of nasties were pouring in, and all the Legendary types were
having a blast. Que, unfortunately, was getting pounded, and after a really
nasty hit he decided to bail out. He used the voln symbol of return. None
of the heavy hitter types appeared overly thrilled to find themselves suddenly
in the voln courtyard. Que sort of limped off as quiet as possible.
Lord Bahktaiini Thejaran mentions:
I was a Lord already and was hunting on the glacier with a few friends. I
had a bunch titans in the room and one ice skeleton, so naturally I was
concentrating on the titans. The last titan was about dead when it stomped
knocking me down and then staggered out of the room. It never occurred to
me to stand up before picking up all the loot. The next thing I know the
ice skeleton zaps me once, killing me instantly. As if that wasn't bad enough,
I think I was located 5 times.
Lady Moonleigh Joliet tells:
I was about 30 trainings at the time. The weather was horrid and I had gone
to help some younger friends caught in a swarm. Seems at about that same
time Virtis arrived, and grabbed me along with the little friends and fogged
back to town. I sort of missed his fogging in all the bad weather and had
tried to Voln calm the critters in the room while we organized. However,
since we had already arrived at the gate I calmed a good deal of the people
there instead. At least with them all so calm, apologizing for my error was
rather simple and painless.
Next Issue, Lady Moonleigh asks:
What is the silliest thing you have done or seen here in Elanthia?
Thank you to everyone who replied to Lady Moonleigh's first question. Kindly deliver your answers to this next question by way of scroll to her family home at DearMoon@aol.com. Please remember to include your full name.