Phantasy

no

i think what she means is restrict/regulate rp for everyone BUT her so she can resume playing her foxy league of legend import character

"No." says Eric, reading the notice off of the decomposing cadaver of a little, pointy-eared girl. "The plague has given us more reason to fight. The sick and disabled must be put down and burned. A thorough cleansing is in order. Cull the weak, cull the sick."

"5000 money," says good-family-values strelt.

A young man halts his stroll, turning his head to a peculiar sight - a strange pathway made by covered canvases. He examines the setting, head cocked, shifting glances between the few passers-by. A slight measure curious, the lad resolves to see for himself whatever it is that lies in the spiral's heart. He saunters into the spiral path, walking at a leisurely pace. The lad stops as he reaches the center, just paces away from the cloaked individual seated by an unfinished work. Observing quietly, the young man remains on the spot, looking on as the cloaked figure turns to face him. In response to the question that he is soon asked by the artist, the lad reaches into his satchel, pulling out a square slip of clean parchment. He lays the slip flat across his palm, writing out his reply. Held between the young man's fingers, the slip is extended towards the artist. "Yes."

Another entry appears. Then it's a date. Wear something pretty.

An entry lies scribbled on the note. I'll pay for that one as well. You wouldn't happen to be in possession of an extensive collection of tamed midgets, would you?

Scratched out and revised. 425 Minas The offer for a midget still stands. It must be hairy but not too hairy. Just the proper amount of hirsuteness. The degree of which is completely arbitrary.

Yet another revision. 410 Minas 1,000 if it comes with a midget.

The bid has been revised once more. 365 Minas

The meager bid has been raised slightly. 355 Minas

Small written notes lie next to the posters. 210 Minas