Hastati is Awesome

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As seen by Azefel. Posted under Imperian as a Roleplay log.

One of Hastati's frequent visits to the Shuk.

Submitted 7 Jan 2013. 1327 views in total, 0.61 per day.
Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "You are not angry with me, then?"

You say, "Of course not."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Good. I thought everyone was."

Sarrius pets a jet black kestrel named Eitan ingratiatingly.

Hastati gives a succulent mango to you.

You smile contently at Hastati, your tail swinging slowly behind you.

You gnaw intently on a succulent mango.

You ask, "And if I were angry?"

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "No mango."

You flick your forked tongue out briefly, testing the air.
Looking about in utter boredom, you swing your tail about in circles, similar to a whip.

Sarrius utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You say, "That'd just make me angrier."

You say, "How about, two mangos?"

Hastati gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "He can be bribed."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "I can attempt to change the composition of your form to be highly allergic to mangos."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "How delightfully wicked of you."

You ask, "Can you?"

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Do you wish to find out? It is likely irreversible."

You say, "Mozlok said he'd rip off people's heads and eat their bodies, is this your speciality?"

Hastati snorts arrogantly.

You consume a succulent mango leisurely, enjoying every bite.

Yummy! That was good!

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Mozlok is full of horse feces."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Mozlok makes the ground quake when he lands."

You say, "And part wolf, too, apparently."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Evocati amuses me."

You scratch your head looking for an idea.

You say, "I have yet to meet any other."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Aye, and he has wings and a tail now, too."

You say, "Just our Oracle and the wonderful Mozlok."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "He's still full of horse feces."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to you, "You should meet Isra."

You say, "Does he wear the body parts of things he dismembers?"

You nod your head at Sarrius politely.

Hastati gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Hastati points a blackened claymore with silver edging at you.

You lick a ruby studded lip labret.
Looking about in utter boredom, you swing your tail about in circles, similar to a whip.

You say, "That is a nice sword."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I'm going to throw you into the ocean."

You purse your lips contemplatively.

You say, "Near Tavares?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "Even being related to the Chytovil family makes him more confounding to deal with."

Sarrius hums innocently to himself.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I... have no idea where that is."

Sarrius pats a jet black kestrel named Eitan in a friendly manner.

You give a pained sigh.

You say, "It's an island full of jellyfish and sharks that can sometimes chase you onto land."

You say, "It is rather amusing."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt asks, ".. sharks? On land?"

Sarrius frowns at you.

You say, "Landsharks, I kid you not."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt asks, "What kind of rotten mango have you been eating?"
Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "I think I gave him a bad mango."

Sarrius gives Hastati an acknowledging nod.

You murmur softly to yourself.

You ask, "Do I get a good mango now?"

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I am going to pick you up and hurl you with all my might in a moment."

You clap your hands together merrily.

Hastati blinks.

Sarrius's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You pet a mango-hued icewyrm ingratiatingly.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Ok."

You say, "Do it!"

You say, "Though, you do promise it will be into the ocean."

You say, "Not like, a wall."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "You should have checked before you told me to do it."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to you, "If it is a wall, it will be a wall in Stavenn."

You say, "We will find out!"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "She is obviously launching you on an early assault for the Conquest."

You pump your fists in the air to rally the troops.

Hastati lifts you from the ground, flapping her wings to gain some height. She stares at him wickedly from behind her white mask before screaming a battle cry, and tossing him to the northeast.
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Rubble filled plaza.
Looming over the room stands this horrifyingly lifelike statue. A crystal infused ogre patrols here.
You see exits leading north and south.
You are transported by the will of the gods.
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A crystal infused ogre snarls angrily at you and moves in for the kill.
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Raising his massive leg, a crystal infused ogre plants his boot square in your chest.
Damage Taken: 58 blunt (raw damage: 180)
You are afflicted with prone.
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You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You have cured prone.
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You have no amnesia.
You whisper to a mango-hued icewyrm, "Fly."
You begin to flap your wings powerfully, and rise quickly up into the firmament.
Flying above Rubble filled plaza.

You track Sarrius to Antioch Shuk.
Flying above Antioch Shuk.

You begin to descend, the wind whistling past you as the earth draws ever closer. You land easily, back on the ground again.
Antioch Shuk.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt asks Hastati, ".. how far did you throw him, precisely?"

You are overcome with the awesomeness of Hastati, and scream to the heavens, "Hastati is awesome!"

You brush your hair aside.

You brush the dust off yourself.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "Unsure."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "How far did I throw you?"

You say, "Suffice to say that crystal ogre probably was NOT expecting it."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I wanted to do that to quite a few people earlier, except I would have aimed for a volcano."

Sarrius looks thoughtfully at Hastati's profile, pondering the situation.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "There is a window in the Lunar Spire."

You purse your lips contemplatively.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "We should play a game."

Hastati tilts her head curiously.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Lunar Spire?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "The first Ascendari to land a follower through the window of the Spire wins the game."

Sarrius's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I don't even know where this spire is. Cheating!"

Sarrius utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "The Eastern Nolmines."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "It was the home of an.. eccentric martial artist who believed he had mastered the power of shadow itself."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "His name was Aydamar."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Did you have a nice trip? I take it I didn't even land you near water."

You say, "No where near."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Tch."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "Magglix's Domain is near the Seven Lakes Basin."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I can try again."

You ponder the situation.

You say, "That is true."

You say, "But that water barely qualifies as water."

You say, "It is rather nauseating."

You say, "Just being near it."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "A moment."

Stretching her dark wings around her form, Hastati, Oracle of War fades into their shadow before disbursing in a burst of gold and crimson light.

Golden motes coalesce into a bright doorway, which opens revealing warm cascading light, and Hastati, Oracle of War steps forth from that light, the door closing and vanishing behind her.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Round two?"

You give a confident thumbs-up.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt asks Hastati, "Did you mark the spot?"

Sarrius smirks.

You say, "As long as I don't land in the group of orcs in Strengmire I should be fine."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Yes, I flew out over the ocean and then flew back so I knew the direction."

You say, "Onwards!"

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Ready? If I get decent, we can invade Khandava like this."

You nod your head.

You say, "I was just thinking that!"

Hastati lifts you from the ground, flapping her wings to gain some height. She stares at him wickedly from behind her white mask before screaming a battle cry, and tossing him to the north.
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Eucrates through the Egeria forest.
A bright red frog sits on a lily pad nearby.
You see exits leading north, east, and southeast.

You whisper to a mango-hued icewyrm, "Fly."
You begin to flap your wings powerfully, and rise quickly up into the firmament.

You track Sarrius to Antioch Shuk.

You begin to descend, the wind whistling past you as the earth draws ever closer. You land easily, back on the ground again.

You suck thoughtfully upon a ruby studded lip labret.
Looking about in utter boredom, you swing your tail about in circles, similar to a whip.

You say, "Almost."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I think it is a lost cause."

You say, "At least I landed in a river this time!"

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I can't see when swinging you to make sure I have enough on the distance."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "So the aim is off."

You say, "Perhaps it would be easier to throw the Emir, he is rather fond of sailing through the air on his own."

You say, "My wyrm just carries me around!"

You pet a mango-hued icewyrm ingratiatingly.

Hastati gives Sarrius the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "I am an elf, not a bird."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Though, once, the Celidonians dressed me up as a phoenix."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "That... No, not asking."

Hastati shakes her head.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "I was the Great Ranger at the time."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "This is an acceptable excuse?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "That was before my temper got the best of me and I demanded they revoke their absurd policy on 'demonic tolerance'."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "Did they use a dress for your feathers?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, ".. this ended in me declaring war on Celidon on behalf of their own actual guild."

You say, "I like that."

Sarrius nods his head.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "It was a dress, then?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "I used the guildhall to stage raids ran by myself and only staffed by myself."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "No."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "Cloak."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "I looked quite fetching."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Lies!"

You wave your tail at Miichelle in a lazy greeting.

Miichelle smiles sweetly and rubs noses with you.

You rub your nose.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "You are sure you aren't a bird?"

Miichelle flashes Hastati a joyous smile.

Hastati inclines her head toward Miichelle respectfully.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "No."

You say, "Perhaps you could turn him into a bird."

You say, "Or borrow some of Mozlok's body parts."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "So I cannot attempt to throw you next because you wont land on a head full of hot air like Azefel?"

You remove a mangoesque mask.
You smile contently at a mangoesque mask, your tail swinging slowly behind you.
You are now wearing a mangoesque mask.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "My head is too big, I would land on it and crush something in the process."

Sarrius winks at Hastati.

You brush the dust off an elegant doll of Hastati.

Miichelle Anar-Alurl, Curious Squirrel says, "What a nice doll."

You nod sagely.

You display an elegant doll of Hastati for all in the room to see.
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The body of the doll itself is thin, long and crafted of fine silk that has been stuffed with the softest wools. Little bits of crimson silk peek out from under the gold-leaf armor that covers the doll's form. The gold has been polished to such a brilliant sheen that it reflects any bright sunlight in a most blinding way. Little hooks have been cleverly incorporated into the armor so that it can be removed, revealing the crimson silk dress underneath. The Ascendari's feathered wings are mimicked by two thin wires stretched from the doll's back to give structure from which long, ebony ribbons have been attached. A plain little white mask of bone covers the face of the doll, while little beads of amber peak out of the eye holes to stare out at the world. Streams of ebony hair from a questionable source are attached to the head in a fashion that resembles the Ascendari's streaming hair within her swirling winds. In the doll's outstretched right hand is a strikingly vibrant little mango of red and orange hues.
It has 96 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 6 ounces.
It bears the distinctive mark of Ranai Blackmoor, Prognosticator of Malcontent.

Miichelle Anar-Alurl, Curious Squirrel says to you, "Who made it."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Oh."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Oh no."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I lost my doll."

You furrow your brow in troubled thought.

You say, "Would you like this one?"


You say, "Did you throw it away?"

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "No, I want my doll."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "It was special."

You murmur softly to yourself.

"Awwwww!" Miichelle says.

You say, "I see how it is."

You wrap your tail gently around an elegant doll of Hastati, affectionately pulling it close.

You wrap a comforting arm around an elegant doll of Hastati.

"Heh heh heh," Kaichi chuckles.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "I really should see to getting one of Isra made, so that we can start making a collector's set."

Sarrius smirks at Hastati.

You nod your head.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "I made it so it would never feel the wearing of time."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "That's how all of them should be!"

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I promised Ranai I'd keep it with me forever, and I already lost it."

You say, "Uh oh."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "A me doll."

Miichelle's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say, "I once promised I'd wake her up on time and when I was 5 minutes late she punched me in the face."

Miichelle Anar-Alurl, Curious Squirrel says, "Ouch."

Sarrius places his face in his palm and simply shakes his head at you.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Yes, well. She likes me better than you."

"I deny it!" you scream at Hastati.

You wrap your tail about your own body, seeking to comfort yourself.

Miichelle giggles happily.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "Bold claim, she left two cities to stay with Azefel."

Sarrius's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Miichelle gives you a compassionate hug.

You nod sagely.

You say, "She was the Quinta Essentia when she decided to leave everything she had to come to Ithaqua with me."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "I am Hastati! There is no other like me, and I am... um."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Good at losing things."

Hastati gives a pained sigh.

Miichelle Anar-Alurl, Curious Squirrel says, "You're beautiful."

Miichelle nods her head.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "That is two."

Sarrius smirks at Hastati.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "What is two?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Nothing."

Sarrius hums innocently to himself.

Miichelle gives Sarrius the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

You slowly swing your reptilian tail back and forth in contentment.

Hastati gives Sarrius the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I will toss you."

You urge Hastati onwards.

Kaichi Saa'Zios says, "You can toss me."

You say, "DO IT."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "Do pick somewhere temperate. I need a good vacation."

Kaichi Saa'Zios says, "Throw me right into Kinsarmar."

Hastati walks to Sarrius, and gives him a gentle shove.
Confusion passes over the face of Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt as he fades from view.
He is followed by a jet black kestrel named Eitan.

Sarrius arrives from the southwest, gold warpaint glittering in the light.
He is followed by a jet black kestrel named Eitan.

You say "Psh!" derisively as you wave your hand dismissing the idea.

Hastati nods her head.

You say, "Alright I need to dream for a little bit... and Ranai will be here soon."

You say, "I think."

Sarrius dusts his coat off a little, grumbling.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "After fixing the alliance, hurting you would be counter productive. I'm not going to toss you."

You cast a suspicious eye about your surroundings.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "Don't tell her I've lost her doll."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "You can ask Isra to do it for you."

You ask Hastati, "Why not?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "I am sure she will relish throwing me to a pack of wolves."

Hastati stares implacably at you.

Hastati, Oracle of War says to you, "I want a chance to go find it first."

You say to Hastati, "I think if I had enough mangos to devour, I would forget to mention that to her."

Sarrius utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You flick your forked tongue out briefly, testing the air.
You toss an axe straight up and it spins for a moment before dropping, handle first, into your hand.

You say, "But right now all that is on my mind is that 'our Oracle has misplaced the doll you worked so much on.'"

You crease your brow in a frown.

Mangoes fall all around you, bouncing off your head and rolling out of your arms. Then, without warning, they vanish in a cloud of dust.

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "He drives a hard bargain."

You have emoted: Azefel grasps at the air.
Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "I do not negotiate with Conquest."

Hastati nods sagely.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says to Hastati, "A good policy."

Hastati, Oracle of War says to Sarrius, "I've spoiled him too much. He expects mangoes always."

Sarrius nods his head.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Make him for them."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Have you considered something akin to the fur trade policy?"

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "He brings in one head of an enemy."

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "You exchange them for mango."

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Hmm. This could work."

You say, "I like that idea."

You say, "Shall we?"

Sarrius utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "I must be away."

You grumble angrily.

You frown and say, "No agreement?"

Hastati inclines her head respectfully.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "No agreement."

Sarrius gives Hastati a respectful salute.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Yet."

You swear softly to yourself.

Sarrius Chytovil, High Blade of the Hunt says, "Good hunting, Hastati."

You nod your head at Hastati politely.

Hastati, Oracle of War says, "Be well."

You say, "And you."

Stretching her dark wings around her form, Hastati, Oracle of War fades into their shadow before disbursing in a burst of gold and crimson light.