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    Yserbius Idol poll

    I tell ya I wanted ta find more a me herbs ta sell ta the pet lovin' crowd, certain fer sure dat parrot o'Mourninglory coulda used a bit of a feather glossin' treatment - but the Yserbian Idol contest kept me by da door. Lots a boltin' in an' out, mysterious winds and crazy laughin' - it...
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    Holy hell what's going on???

    ::approachin' a stranger on her way ta the open places, the leaves of the aspen's surroundin' the tavern began ta shiver an' whisper a secret song ta her. She thought meybe he understood it too.:: Ya should follow me a ways out ta the swamp, there's life an' there's decay, an one works on ta...
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    YSERBIAN IDOL

    ::Takes her four leaf clovers, her rose colored glasses (filled with milk fer Tater), and turns from the tavern door to retrace her steps ta the blue skies found in the untamed places. Even the Swamp has blue skies if ye were ta look up an' not around. Lil' girls shoudna be allowed ta walk in...
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    The quiet tavern

    Hey there, Shoehorn. I see yer on yer way out as I'm on me way in. I've got some seasonal plants ta make the Evil Way tavern more umm... festive. I'll just do me work, and when ya get back, I'll tell ya how my new boots held up ta the dust an' the miles. ::waving ta the big barb, she began to...
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    Witches away?

    ::her cart rolled merrily down the road ta Witches Way. She'd taken time ta stock up on all manner a witchy plants. Nettles, Dragon Claw, Hawthorn Berries, Horehound, Tansy, Red Clover, Thyme, Sage, an' her favorite bundles a roses an' lavender. She figure'd at the very least there'd be some...
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    Where's the party

    I dunno if ye can handle another blow, Shoehorn. We've spent much a our time tagether repairing wounds ta flesh and sole, an I don' wanna be the one ta make ya feel more looney than ya already surely do. But... ::leanin' forward, thorn pricked fingers flecked with green herb paste, gently holds...
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    Where's the party

    If yer gonna spread the paste around, put it where I need a bit a tender lovin' care, barb. ::a blistered foot was offered fer inspection:: Me carts been sittin' outsider yer tavern fer a good day an' a night an' a day now. Thats about as long as its sat outside anywhere near as I can...
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    Where's the party

    Ye shoulda lemme put ta salt on me little helpers, Shoehorn. ::waves a leather bag a salt in front a the starin' barb's face. Sittin' down, next to the glubin' man, she makes a note a where little leech bodies now be stickin' ta the floor an' wall. Not that leeches were all that hard ta find...
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    Where's the party

    ::begins ta consider the big barg Shoehorn's brain might be swellin', thus causin' his droolin' an sleepin':: Well, there's nuthin' ta know bout me, cept - petals is me business. Through rain an hail an sleet an snow, an muties tryin' ta eat me, I'll be goin' ta where the best blossoms be...
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    Where's the party

    ::waves ta Navic an' jingles coins in her pocket:: I don't think skippin' the dinner, the talkin', and goin' right fer the dancin' in a thong on his part, an' grabbin' his money maker on my part, counts fer much of a date, Navic! I still got plenty a coppers ta stick ta the cute lil' fella...
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    Where's the party

    ::swallowin' a bite a ill gained fast breakers, the plate is handed over ta the energetic ranger beggin' so err... engergtically like at her feet:: I can only wonder what ya'd be like with a cuppa my special fortifyin' Guarana Gruel. Not ta be confused with my fertilizing Guano Grounds - one be...
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    Where's the party

    ::jumps at the sound of leather snappin' an a barb fallin' ta the floor. Watchin' the leather snappin' lady walk out a the tavern with little bats in her arms, Lilly thought did them batty critters have petals on their little mouths? Hmm... I never thought a sellin' ta the pet lovin' crowd. Make...
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    Sweet petals!

    ::yawnin', bare feet hittin' a cold dusty floor with a thud, a quick wash at a cold bowl a water had all manner a things pucker'd and goose bump'd, hair braid'd, dressed an' still puckery:: BRRRRRR! I don' suppose Shoehorn can find a nice thick blanket fer my next night under the Evil Way roof...
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    Sweet petals!

    <Blue slips to green at the words "they seem to be crying 'mercy' to me!" Not yet... green slips to blue> Yer right about me dashin' hither an' yon, barb. ::follows the sound a bangin' an such, finds herself in a typical tavern back room with various sole savin' modifications:: Tis not...
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    Fancy

    ::goin' ta a quiet place in her mind, ignorin' the shrieks, moans, pitter patter a runnin' feet, stompin' an' thumpin' of dancin' feet, the death cry of a moose bein' skinned alive. The moose forms words.... ..."Shake your love thing.. yea yea yes" ... ::lookin' up from countin' the copper...
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    Sweet petals!

    ::takes the ale an' slides a finger under the barb's chin, liftin' his face from her bosom ta her eyes:: So what I hear ya saying, darlin' is that ya have a yen ta save soles. ::swallows a coolin' sip o'ale:: Well, it just so happens that I be needin' a new pair a slippers. Me ma always told...
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    Whisper it with flowers, save the ale fer the shoutin'!

    ::sneezes in a sudden downpour a dust. Squints an' blinks watery dust bunnied eyes ta try an' find her first Misty Hollow customer:: I don' hear clankin' so ya can't be a ghost, course me ma always told me ta keep an open mind. I s'pose ya could be ghost without there bein' clankin', but ya'd...
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    Sweet petals!

    Petal Pushers "Whew! Business be boomin' but pushin' me new cart around is takin' a toll on the curve of me cheeks!" ::a thorn pricked finger, follows the curve of a cheek from eye to chin:: "Shoehorn best be prepared ta do right by me losses from the other night. Silly barb, faintin' from...
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    No bees! Pretty sure anyway

    Masses, one by one ::looks ta where Tiger is pointin':: Ya've been in the woods too long if ya think he's a flower. Or ya might just be a bee of a different sort! Well, Imma not one ta judge. As fer the crevice sniffin', me ma always told me noses was made the way they be fer one reason -...
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    He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me!

    Sidhe or He? ::jumps back at the sudden unfurlin' of ginormous wings!:: OH! I see by yer wings yer a fairy a sorts, sire! I'll tell you, there's been more then one night me cheeks have kept me comfy as I sat in the middle of a toadstool circle, waitin' fer one just such as yerself. Well, maybe...
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