Lantra says, "You have unveiled Me at last."

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "It is almost comical, how much contorting they must do to envision Me as a villain."
(The Avowing): You say, "It is funny, in a ways. But it also just makes my bloods boil for You, my Lady."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "I thank you for informing Me of this matter, My Avaris. It is... if nothing else, proof of what I already know."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "I care not what such wretches think of Me. Their misunderstandings merely reflect the warped perspective I already knew they possessed."
(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "They have missed their calling as carnival performers, indeed. Of course, my Lady. I thought it might bring You some grain of amusement, however dry and fleeting."

(Celestial Gathering): You say, "Avaris omg i just snorted out my soup XD."

(Celestial Gathering): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, ":)"
(Celestial Gathering): You say, "Thank god i wasn't facing my keyboard XD."

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "A shame the Czigany Wayfaire is not in town."

(Celestial Gathering): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Disaster narrowly avoided."
(Celestial Gathering): You say, "ACDISCIKDSNK."
(Celestial Gathering): You say, "DISASTER UN-AVOIDED HOLY SHIT I JUST SPIT EVERYWHERE."

(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "They will have quite the resume to offer when it does come along, at least. No doubt they shall be snapped up immediately."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "How fortuitous for them."

(Celestial Gathering): Gyorn (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "LOL."

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "Perhaps I can find Myself employment at the i'Xiia Asylum next."

You have emoted: Cheliyi wheezes.

(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Lady Li-varili and Her gaily cavorting band of contortionists will no doubt take the Basin by storm. Ah, wait."

You cackle hellishly.

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "Synchronized swimming may be in season, yes."
(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I do not doubt that they have a portrait of You in a place of honour already, my Lady. "Behold," they say to their students, "The pinnacle of malicious medicine.""
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "How I bask before such adulation."
(The Avowing): You say, "OhmyYous my Lady, I can't breathe, hehehehe."
(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "You are as a wicked flower beneath the rays of the Sun, evidently."

Sparkling laughter ripples through the aether as you sense the heightened amusement of the Empyreal Goddess, scattering like motes of starlight.

You giggle happily.

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "A cruel magnolia indeed."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "PFFFF-."
You roll on the floor, laughing.

(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Shall I pack Your things for Your inevitable move to Magnagora, my Lady? Clearly it is but a matter of time before You reveal Yourself to be the Enchantress' rival for reigning Lady of that pustule upon the Basin's surface."

You stare blankly into space.

(Celestial Gathering): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Message Lantra and ask, seems the safe option! I think she'll be game."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "Let Us take things one menacing step at a time, My Avaris."

(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah, of course, my Lady. I shall practice my dread looming in the interim, and invest in a copious amount of black paint."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "Though I fear it is only one more reason for Li-varili to revile Me, that I may have usurped Her role as feared villainess of the Basin."
(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah, but You have preempted Her in this, and thusly imprisoned Her. An unsurpassed schemer, to the end, Lady."

(The Avowing): Lantra says, "My true motives, revealed."
(The Avowing): Lantra says, "You have unveiled Me at last."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "OHMYGODS."

(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Alas for the Basin, that they will not heed my dire warnings as I cry them from the mountaintops."
(The Avowing): Avaris (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Truly, we are doomed."