Now, to be clear, hell breaking loose takes many forms. Sometimes those forms occur simultaneously in a clusterfuck of collossal proportions. And on some occasions it can just gradually and gracefully snowball into an avalanche of shitty circumstance.

Perhaps appropriately for the snow-fucked city ...

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Characters Involved:
Tagi 'wears the big fuzzy hat' Bitchface
Sertor 'doesn't like the cold' Potens
Zoya 'the anti-Zhaltevite-supremacy revolutionary' Lynx

Thread ...

(14:39:50) Sertor_Potens: Should the gnomes be Sicillian?
(14:39:58) Sertor_Potens: Or mainland
(14:41:10) Saruna: you know, I was thinking about chunking them on the sicily-island mass
(14:41:20) Saruna: but I want them rubbing shoulders with all the humans who loathe them
(14:41:59) Saruna: but ...

Ramon did, in fact, want Tagi to try the beetle head again. He was perversely curious to see if Tagi could figure out how to talk with a beetle head, but decided not to say so aloud. It didn't seem politic. Instead he focused on the task of stirring the soup in diplomatic silence.

Sertor grumbled ...

Nope, I loved the direction you went. Now, feel free to have a bit more fun =D

There was, it had to be said, a lot of screaming when the Sceptre of Asari was destroyed in a fashion not quite in keeping with the dignity such an artifact might have felt it deserved - if it had any opinion on the subject. Not that anyone had bothered to ask it and find out. Nobody would ever know ...

If it was any consolation, Sertor hadn't exactly been ignoring the Nehkhepera himself. He'd set up in front of a doorway and in a short time build up a nice little barricade of chopped scarab bodies in front of him so that he only needed to focus on defending from the hips up. Which was also a sign ...

So, I've taken my post right up to the moment the ritual has ended, and left it open for Tagi to do something horribly violent to that bossy bastard Evren who'd given her so much hassle prior to now ;)

Also, I have this idea that the presence of Asari's spirit will actually keep the Nehkhepera ...

Sertor was glad to see nobody else had died in his absence. It was a pleasing turn of events. Must have been his inspirational speeches.
But then it was back to the task at hand: finding the Sceptre of Asari.

Now, the storytellers would have you think that crawling through temples, fighting its ...

(10:14:47) Porter: Kitan logs into the Chat.
(10:15:02) Kitan: HI
(10:15:09) Kitan: I exist
(10:15:21) Kitan: It's pretty great
(10:15:35) Saruna: GG
(10:15:59) Sertor_Potens: GGWP
(10:16:16) Kitan: Uhhhh
(10:16:35) Kitan: I'm not sure what that means unless the implication is that my life is a game ...

Ramon was a good brother in arms, Sertor decided. He had the right attitude for a soldier. "Of courfe not. The Keroftriarii were the moft refillient of the legionf. I will rejoin your rankf foon."

And while the others fiddled about with the tedium of traps, Sertor approached his own little dilemma ...

Sertor was pleased. It seemed his speech had achieved the desired effect, and Giacomo had regained something of his dignity. Given their situation, it was much better to face likely death with dignity.

He'd been quite content bringing up the rearguard. Tagi seemed quite handy with the traps side of ...

While the question of a new scout was being handled by Ramon and Tagi, Sertor debated giving Giacomo a comforting pat on the shoulder. The loss of one's comrades was a thing to be grieved, though admittedly there was a time and a place for such things. However, he did have his arms full, and he was ...

The question on everyone's mind, if it weren't 'how badly is Ramon hurt' and 'what do we do about Pinar', might have been 'where is Evren? Is he alright?' And though such camaraderie and timely expressions of concern were lamentably lacking, Evren was indeed quite well. In fact it seems a shame that ...

Have you ever had a spider drop down on your head while walking underneath a branch or entryway in the dark? Experienced that unsettling sensation of multiple sharp little legs pressing down through your hair? Scurrying awkwardly along your scalp? Then there is that moment of panic where you try to ...