Exhausted. Spent. Worn out. Santhil didn’t much care what impression she gave others while she laid sprawled out in her bed, tucked away under the covers that warmed to her body temperature. She could only hear wisps of the doctor talking to Yalasmina outside her bed chamber, good-naturedly remindin...

The D.net portal has returned on druchii.net. I was all, "something's different about the front page, but what?" Until I finally figured out it's the portal page, not the board index. That took me more than five seconds. (Red Wizard requires caffeine.) Swell to see the return of our iconi...

Aw, thanks for the praise, guys and gals. Glad to see you enjoyed the game, and that the first-timers rolled into it so well!

Telrunya wrote:Read. Wall of text. Eyes bleeding.

Oh, I'll write a parting statement. And it will be the most glorious statement you have ever seen!

“Thank you for your votes,” Mioralynthia concludes. “Calisson, follow the captain, would you kindly? She will see you to HR.” Calisson rises from his seat and raises his chin subtly. “Before I leave, may I make a parting statement for the record to include?” A collective, discordant sigh fills the m...

Guilt through association, I suppose. Morathi is both a prominent member of the Cult of Pleasure as the political leader of the Convent. While I'm sure some sorceresses are happy members of the Cult of Pleasure, and perhaps more likely to find themselves there, their reputation is probably descended...

Laboriously, the aide swapped out the cool, damp cloth from her drachau's neck, and pulled some hair from the bloodied face and into her bun. The white piece of cotton held to her nose had mostly soaked in red. The drachau's dismayed look was pale, her eyes sunken, her voice nasally dampened. “Where...

Polce happily walked—almost skipped—to her desk, and took her stamp to hand. “This renovation application? This particular renovation application, Enni? You see this one?” Enni's eyebrow rose amusedly. “The one you needed an A-5 for?” “Exactly that one, Enni,” Polce said, and turned to the stack of ...

It's possible to attach files to posts; that way, we won't depend on an external host for Belial's... mental image of tax workers.

By the by, some of us gathered here work in taxes. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.

Belial calmly reaches in his suitcase while Mioralynthia declares the majority vote against him. He takes out some paper and adjusts his glasses. “I prepared a statement for this possibility; may I?” Mioralynthia eyes him, then Anleth, and finally nods. “Very well.” “Thank you,” Belial says, and cle...

The drachau looked over her shoulder at the overhead sign unambiguously labeling the whole floor as Building and Renovation. With a sense of expectation yet also no small amount of skepticism, she turned back to the grizzled man at the desk. “Come again?” “IPAFAC,” the man said, keeping a stern, ind...

The pencil swung back and forth like an out-of-control, upside down pendulum. Random bite marks gave it a subtle but distinctive whistle as it whooshed by Nelmeer's ears. The draft was soothing. This was her thinking pencil. Something was off about all this. Yes, forms were shredded, processes were ...

“I can't believe we just did that,” Polce said wide-eyedly. “I can't believe I just did that.” “You did great,” Tarbo assured her. “You're a natural.” Polce smiled nervously, and eyed the brown package in Tarbo's hands. These were the forms she had been chasing all these days; right there, in his ha...

I just noticed that I had an episode of brain flatulence, and thought that April 2nd was a Monday. I recall actually counting and recounting this on my fingers. Good thing I noticed before I ended Morning.

I'll just go ahead and call that my April Fools joke.

Ding! The sound that fresh coffee was ready in the kitchen. Suddenly reminded of temptation and situation, clerks and administrators in earshot reflexively checked their mugs. Some slurped down the last drops; others had already emptied their containers of bliss, and absent-mindedly rose from their ...

“Freedom!” Nelmeer said, stretching her back and arms while walking to kitchen. “I wonder if the tea came in already.” “Tea?” Telrunya asked, his nose turned up as if Nelmeer just admitted to drinking heated sewage. “Why drink tea when you can drink coffee?” “Give her a moment to settle in,” Sleek j...

Please keep rationales and other game-related information in the game thread, and IC. No in-game discussions, exhibitions or revelations here!

Daeron, I meant the HTML tags, as in: <abbr title="Cold Old Knights / Cooties of Khaine / Cabbage of Karnage">CoK</abbr>. It'd have to be an automatic system; having to add them manually would indeed defeat the purpose. Alternatively, we can add a linked pop-up to a small dictionary in the...

… Three, four, five. Mioralynthia double-checks the tally and the majority it forms. “Deroth,” she says, “your colleagues have decided.” Deroth briefly chokes on his fish, coughs, but manages to swallow his bite all the same. He beats his chest hurriedly, and clears his throat. “Five? Why? What'd I ...

Deroth ⋅ Calisson ⋅ Telrunya ⋅ Belial Meteor ⋅ Sleekdd Belial ⋅ Deroth With 8 players, 5 constitute a majority. Chronological voting record ⋅ Calisson: -> Deroth ⋅ Sleekdd: -> Meteor ⋅ Deroth: -> Belial ⋅ Telr...

Should you choose to implement/activate it, perhaps some thoughts from someone in the nay camp: My personal preference goes to use of the abbr/acronym tags for this. I find them both easily recognizable and easily ignored. As noted (some years) earlier, some abbreviations are context-sensitive or am...

Public service announcement: Voting and You! Voting is done in the following format: Vote: (Name) . For instance, if you want to vote Tarbo, you write the following at the very bottom of your post: Vote: Tarbo . The boldface is important for my ageing eyes, and it's best to put your vote at the bot...

Sweet! I'm back into my regular groove.

Thank you very much for you efforts.

Mioralynthia dutifully checks the attendance lists and attached notes and sheets with the diligence of an experienced administrator and the speed of a time-pressed organiser. She takes a deep breath through her nose, crosses her legs, and furtively kicks Tarbo's chair. Tarbo's eyes open widely for a...

“Perhaps a short introduction is in order,” Mioralynthia starts. “Oh, no no no,” your department head intervenes. “Introductions are the seventh topic on the agenda.” Mioralynthia gives your department head a cold, level glance, then turns to address you again. “I am Mioralynthia, a sorceress in emp...

No, you are seconded staff -- personnel assigned to join or form another department. You are administrative personnel native to the tower, and you are the people being investigated!

I'll change the story to be a bit clearer in this.