Lady LeFay

you can also use words and flip them around Dracula Alucard Vecna Ancev
note: this only works for some words Mage Egam looks strange Edwin Niwde is scary

I used that method before, though mostly for silly things like the Minuibi race I created.

Damien = Neimad, a rather rough sounding name, not too impossible to prounce.

But in the case of Palindrones such as Kilik and Eve, if possible, I scrambled them instead.

For example:
K i l i k

can be Likki, Kikil, Liikk, or Likil. Note: Scramble works best if there's 4 letters or more.

in my case, I would chose Likki, and a more 'asiatic' prounecation (Lee-KEY rather then Lick-ki as it somes approx.) for a character.

Edwin... hm, Deiwn, Wedin, Widne, Weind, Diwen, Nedwi, Dewin, etc.

A Nupperibo?

EDIT by Beyshaliban

Original Topic Title

Of Wine and Lotus
Or... why ingulging is a bad ideal!

EDIT end


Damn you Drunken NPC mod!

Anyways....

PG-13 for slash, cursing, and some booze-induced violence.

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Dante wanted to slide under the table -- but no, Jan was already occupying that space -- He just HAD to tick off that dwarf that was sitting two tables down...! The blonde sighed as the plates and pewter mugs clattered upon the surface. 'I do not exist here, I do not exist here'


"--Now I found a solution and it worked out so neat..." Janus warbled as he pivoted and curtesy upon the table, acting as the not-so-coy girl with exaggerated batting of his lashes and reaching of the hand -- as if to expect a kiss upon it's lightly tanned back.

"You insist on nothing but Virgins to eat..." The Tiefling bowed towards the Bhaalspawn. They linked their arms together at the elbow as the bards trumped and stamped upon the creaking surface.

"No more will our number ever grow small/We'll simply make sure... There are NO MORE VIRGINS AT ALL! Dooooo virgins taste better then those who are not/ are they more salty--" At this point, Jaheria and Keldorn had managed to latched onto the twirling entertainers and yanked them clear off the table, much to the crowd's amusement.

"Ow! Jah--" The redhead griped as he was dumped uncremoniously on the floor.

"I wish you stop singing that *blasted* song at every tavern we stop in?" The druidess looked more then a little bit crossed.

Dante chose this moment to look to the other party members. Yoshimo choked on his bread -- his face becoming a rather interesting shade of pink! -- as Haer'Dalis crawled onto his lap; seemingly oblivious to Yoshimo's presence as he greedily gulped down the thief's Tethyrian wine, laughing and chattering freely about many bawdy tales he had played in Sigil.

Anomen was already in his fifth cup; for he seemed to have decided the best way to avoid embarrassment was to make where he was too drunk to remember -- or care. Dante flipped his braid back over his shoulder -- wishing he could do the same.

Now where was Kelsey...? The Lathanderite ruminated as he peered around the dank, rancid-smelling room, but saw neither hide, nor hair of the Sorcerer anywhere. Did he cast an invisibility spell on himself... or did he just walked out on them?!

The azure eyes darkened faintly that the thought -- if Kel left, why did he take him along?! The Paladin whined faintly to himself.

"Dante... Dante!" Keldorn shouted for the third time. "Dante, pay attention!"

"Wha... what? Sorry... what did you say?"

"Would you mind taking our 'fearless leader' up to his room, he obviously had too much." The Inquistator sighed as he helped the Kara-turese extract the blue-hair blade from his current place.

"I havs not hath too much!" The Skald protested as he pulled himself up to his unsteady feet, though... admittedly, some time alone with that cuuute Lathanderite isn't so bad, the half-elf thought wistfully.

"Come on, let's go." Dante took the smaller man by the arm, as he quietly questioned his sanity for agreeing to this celebration. "Gah! stop that!"

The Malachite eyes glowed with mischief as he continued to cling to the blonde's good arm, nuzzeling like a kitten would. "No."

With a heavy sigh, he continued to lug the as-good-as-dead-weight bhaalspawn up the flight of stairs.

Kelsey ducked back out of the cloakwood; waving his hands in the air... just his luck he walked onto a party of lotus smokers in such a tiny, tiny -- and he meant tiny -- room! The copper-haired man closed his eyes as he tried to clear his muggy head. No need to act like an idiot -- you can keep it from affecting you... he repeated this silent mantra as he felt his way back to the table (getting slapped, and quite a few stubbed toes on the way).

Yoshimo just cocked a brow as the pale man rejoined their merry band. So that's what he left for... The ravenette shook his head as he raise two fingers in a gesture of another drink. Well, even the Great Yoshimo would have never thought the merchant-mage would be a Lotus addict!

Dante sighed as he fumbled to open the door ... it was going to be a long night!


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TBC...

ooooh! Story time!

*pout* aww, don't tease...