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|You unbuckle and flick your green belt off from around your waist, causing the fit of your surcoat to hang more loosely against your brigandine armor. The end of the belt whips up into the air before you neatly snap it back toward you and right smack into your hand. |
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|<Vanah unbuckles and flicks her green belt off from around her waist, causing the fit of her surcoat to hang more loosely against her brigandine armor. The end of the belt whips up into the air before Vanah neatly snaps it back toward her and right smack into her hand. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You unbuckle and fling your maroon belt off from around your waist, causing the fit of your surcoat to hang more loosely against your brigandine armor. |
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|Vanah unbuckles and flings her maroon belt off from around her waist, causing the fit of her surcoat to hang more loosely against her brigandine armor. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|RUB |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="4"|TAP |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|Mirroring your own sense of wound-up impatience, you dance your fingers against your green belt's buckle in a snappy rhythm filled with quick, well-timed pauses while you lightly tap the same beat out against your ebon filly's neck with your other hand. |
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|Vanah dances her fingers against her green belt's buckle in a snappy rhythm filled with abrupt, short-lived pauses while she lightly taps the same beat out against her filly's neck with her other hand. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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|Mirroring your own sense of wound-up anticipation, you dance your fingers against your leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses and accented with the metallic click of your tapping one of your spurs against the other. |
|Mirroring your own sense of wound-up anticipation, you dance your fingers against your leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with '''anticipatory''' pauses and accented with the metallic click of your tapping one of your spurs against the other. |
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|Vanah dances her fingers against her leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses and accented with the metallic click of her tapping one of her spurs against the other. |
|Vanah dances her fingers against her leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses and accented with the metallic click of her tapping one of her spurs against the other. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|Mirroring your own sense of wound-up nerves dance your fingers against your maroon belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses while you lightly tap the same beat out against your ebon filly's neck with your other hand. |
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|Vanah unrhythmically dances her fingers against her maroon belt's buckle in a choppy but lively rhythm filled with too-long pauses while she lightly taps the same beat out against her filly's neck with her other hand. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="3"|WEAR |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|Wiggling your eyebrows ever so slightly, you slowly buckle your green belt into place, effectively securing your surcoat against your brigandine armor, then break out into a charismatic grin. |
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|Wiggling her eyebrows ever so slightly, Vanah slowly buckles her green belt into place, effectively securing her surcoat against her brigandine armor, then breaks out into a charismatic grin. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|As though your fingers have turned to jelly, you grapple with your maroon belt, botching every attempt to get it cinched properly. You eventually get it just right and buckle it into place, effectively securing your surcoat against your brigandine armor. |
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|As though her fingers have turned to jelly, Vanah grapples with her maroon belt, botching every attempt to get it cinched properly. She eventually gets it just right and buckles it into place, effectively securing her surcoat against her brigandine armor. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|You unbuckle your green belt, loosening it slightly as you adjust its placement, then cinch it tight before rebuckling it over your silk surcoat. You unflappably pat yourself on the back for your efforts. |
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|Vanah unbuckles her green belt, loosening it slightly as she adjusts its placement, then cinches it tight before rebuckling it over her silk surcoat. She unflappably pats herself on the back in apparent self-congratulation. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|Unbuckling your maroon belt, you immediately lose your grip on it, and it falls to the dirt. You flusteredly scramble to pick it back up, cinch it over your surcoat, and buckle it with fumbling fingers that leave the belt slumping comically low on your hips. Drat! |
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|Unbuckling her maroon belt, Vanah immediately loses her grip on it, and it falls to the dirt. She flusteredly scrambles to pick it back up, cinches it over her surcoat, and buckles it with fumbling fingers that leave the belt slumping comically low on her hips. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="6"|NUDGE |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your green belt, taking on a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. |
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|Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her green belt, taking on a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston, mounted |
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|You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your green belt, leaning back on your ebon filly in a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. |
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|Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her green belt, leaning back on her ebon filly in a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your maroon belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that your thumbs entirely miss their mark, your arms instead flopping down by your sides. |
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|Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her maroon belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that her thumbs entirely miss their mark, her arms instead flopping down by her sides. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty, mounted |
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|You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your maroon belt, leaning back on your ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that your thumbs entirely miss their mark, your arms instead flopping down by your sides. |
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|Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her maroon belt, leaning back on her ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that her thumbs entirely miss their mark, her arms instead flopping down by her sides. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="3"|PUSH |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|As if you've been hit hard in the gut, you press your hands over your green belt, your gauntlets stacked one over the other, briefly act painfully wounded, and then look up with a vicious, determined-for-blood grin. |
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|As if she's been hit hard in the gut, Vanah presses her hands over her green belt, her gauntlets stacked one over the other, briefly seems painfully wounded, and then looks up with a vicious, determined-for-blood grin. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You punch yourself in the stomach! Triumphantly grimacing, you double over and press your hands over your maroon belt, your gauntlets stacked one over the other, and let out an inexorably long moan of misery. |
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|Bafflingly, Vanah punches herself in the stomach! Triumphantly grimacing, Vanah doubles over and presses her hands over her maroon belt, her gauntlets stacked one over the other, and lets an inexorably long moan of misery. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="3"|TURN |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|You twist your green belt to one side, expertly centering the buckle in perfect alignment with the fit of your silk surcoat. Job complete, you plant your hands on your hips and puff your chest out with saucy panache. |
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|Vanah twists her green belt to one side, expertly centering the buckle in perfect alignment with the fit of her silk surcoat. Job complete, she plants her hands on her hips and puffs her chest out with saucy panache. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You twist your maroon belt to one side, attempting to get the buckle off-centered and in complete misalignment with the fit of your silk surcoat. |
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|Vanah twists her maroon belt to one side, ultimately moving the buckle off-center and in complete misalignment with the fit of her silk surcoat. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="3"|FIDGET |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|You wiggle your green belt around, attempting to find the spot in which it will best show off your very fine figure and occasionally bunching up the fabric of your surcoat in the process. Finally satisfied with its placement, you smooth out every conceivable wrinkle on your surcoat to even further improve your already beyond perfect aesthetic. |
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|Vanah wiggles her green belt around, pausing between each movement to strike a handful of varied poses while occasionally bunching up the fabric of her surcoat in the process. Once clearly satisfied with its placement, she hastily and almost obsessively works at smoothing out wrinkles on the back, front, and sides of her silk surcoat. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You attempt to yank your maroon belt up and down, trying to find a comfortable spot for it, but it suddenly loosens entirely, having come unbuckled during all of your fumbling! Shaking your head at your own clumsiness, you refasten the belt in what ends up being an incredibly comfortable spot -- for now -- and arrange your surcoat under it to fall in a somewhat smooth drape. |
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|Vanah repeatedly pulls at her maroon belt, which suddenly comes off entirely -- clearly the goal of all of her fumbling around with it. Shaking her head slightly, Vanah seems utterly content as she refastens her belt and arranges her surcoat under it to fall in a somewhat smooth drape. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="3"|GRIN |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|You tightly grip the sides of your green belt with your gauntlets as you '''imperiously''' lean forward and glare. |
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|Vanah tightly grips the sides of her green belt with her gauntlets as she imperiously leans forward and glares. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Lance |
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|You tightly grip the sides of your leather belt with your gauntlets as you meaningfully lean forward and glare (at Target). |
|You tightly grip the sides of your leather belt with your gauntlets as you '''meaningfully''' lean forward and glare (at Target). |
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|Vanah tightly grips the sides of her leather belt with her gauntlets as she meaningfully leans forward on her ebon filly and glares at you. |
|Vanah tightly grips the sides of her leather belt with her gauntlets as she meaningfully leans forward on her ebon filly and glares at you. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Monty |
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|You tightly grip the sides of your maroon belt with your gauntlets as you '''agitatedly''' lean forward and glare. |
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|Vanah tightly grips the sides of her maroon belt with her gauntlets as she agitatedly leans forward and glares. |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" rowspan="4"|RAISE |
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! scope="row" role="rowheader"|Gaston |
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|Casually hooking your thumbs into your green belt, you lift your gaze and nonchalantly scan your surroundings while simultaneously laughing to yourself and lamenting the lack of realistic threats to your person. Truly, it would be a welcome surprise to find anyone or anything that could ever pose a danger to you! |
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|Casually hooking her thumbs into her green belt, Vanah lifts her gaze and nonchalantly scans her surroundings hile laughing to herself and lamenting a lack of any realistic threats to her person. |
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|Hooking your thumbs into your maroon belt, you intermittently lift your gaze to apprehensively scan the horizon for any threats. |
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|Hooking her thumbs into her maroon belt, Vanah intermittently swivels her head, as if apprehensively scanning the horizon from behind her vultite helm's visor. |
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|Bouncing from one foot to the other, you duck and spin around before taking several steps backward. Still keeping light on your toes, you rest one of your gauntlets alongside your green belt, fingers splayed, and slice your other up toward your helm in a well-formed chopping motion before easily settling into a bold, combative stance. |
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|Bouncing from one foot to the other, Vanah ducks and spins around before taking several steps backward. Still keeping light on her toes, Vanah rests one of her gauntlets alongside her green belt, fingers splayed, and slices her other up toward her helm in an absurd chopping motion before superlatively settling into a bold, combative stance. |
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|Spinning around on your ebon filly, you fold your silver gauntlets over the front of your green belt and settle into a position of luxuriant repose. |
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|Spinning around on her ebon filly, Vanah folds her silver gauntlets over the front of her green belt and settles into a position of luxuriant repose. |
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|Tottering about in a directionless manner, you eventually pause, slinging one of your gauntlets out in front of your maroon belt and thrusting your other up to wipe away the sudden cold sweat breaking out across your temple. However, your helm proves to be an obstacle, so you quickly give that up! Instead, you try to relax by dropping into a familiar combat stance. |
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|Tottering about in a directionless manner, Vanah eventually pauses, slinging one of her gauntlets out in front of her maroon belt and thrusting her other up to swipe at the temple area of her helm, almost as if trying to wipe sweat away. The ineffectual motion doesn't last long, and Vanah instead settles into an unrefined combative stance. |
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|Spinning around on your ebon filly, you fold your silver gauntlets over the front of your maroon belt and nearly fall over before settling into a position of repose. |
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|Spinning around on her ebon filly, Vanah folds her silver gauntlets over the front of her maroon belt and nearly falls over before settling into a position of repose. |
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Latest revision as of 05:38, 2 March 2026
Belt
Analyze
~~ KNIGHTWEAR ALTERATION INFO ~~~
The shagreen belt may be altered within guidelines for its item type, but the noun must remain a "belt", and the item must logically utilize a metal buckle on it.OTS/Tier 1
Usage
Verb Flavor First Third REMOVE Gaston You unbuckle and flick your green belt off from around your waist, causing the fit of your surcoat to hang more loosely against your brigandine armor. The end of the belt whips up into the air before you neatly snap it back toward you and right smack into your hand. <Vanah unbuckles and flicks her green belt off from around her waist, causing the fit of her surcoat to hang more loosely against her brigandine armor. The end of the belt whips up into the air before Vanah neatly snaps it back toward her and right smack into her hand. Lance You unbuckle and whisk your leather belt off from around your waist, causing the fit of your surcoat to hang more loosely against your brigandine armor. Vanah unbuckles and whisks her leather belt off from around her waist, causing the fit of her surcoat to hang more loosely against her brigandine armor. Monty You unbuckle and fling your maroon belt off from around your waist, causing the fit of your surcoat to hang more loosely against your brigandine armor. Vanah unbuckles and flings her maroon belt off from around her waist, causing the fit of her surcoat to hang more loosely against her brigandine armor. RUB All Frowning to yourself, you run a finger across the surface of your belt as you lose yourself in an ocean of doubt and misgivings while distractedly dragging one of your spurs along the dirt. Frowning to herself, Vanah runs a finger across the surface of her belt as she seems to fall into unhappy thoughts, if her expression is any indication, while distractedly dragging one of her spurs along the dirt. RUB All, mounted Frowning to yourself, you run a finger across the surface of your belt as you lose yourself in an ocean of doubt and misgivings while distractedly running your other gauntlet-laden hand along your ebon filly's neck. Frowning to herself, Vanah runs a finger across the surface of her belt as she seems to fall into unhappy thoughts, if her expression is any indication, while distractedly running her other gauntlet-laden hand along her ebon filly's neck. TAP Gaston Mirroring your own sense of wound-up impatience, you dance your fingers against your green belt's buckle in a snappy rhythm filled with quick, well-timed pauses while you lightly tap the same beat out against your ebon filly's neck with your other hand. Vanah dances her fingers against her green belt's buckle in a snappy rhythm filled with abrupt, short-lived pauses while she lightly taps the same beat out against her filly's neck with her other hand. Lance Mirroring your own sense of wound-up anticipation, you dance your fingers against your leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses and accented with the metallic click of your tapping one of your spurs against the other. Vanah dances her fingers against her leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses and accented with the metallic click of her tapping one of her spurs against the other. Lance, Mounted Mirroring your own sense of wound-up anticipation, you dance your fingers against your leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses while you lightly tap the same beat out against your filly's neck with your other hand. Vanah dances her fingers against her leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses while she lightly taps the same beat out against her filly's neck with her other hand. Monty Mirroring your own sense of wound-up nerves dance your fingers against your maroon belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses while you lightly tap the same beat out against your ebon filly's neck with your other hand. Vanah unrhythmically dances her fingers against her maroon belt's buckle in a choppy but lively rhythm filled with too-long pauses while she lightly taps the same beat out against her filly's neck with her other hand. WEAR Gaston Wiggling your eyebrows ever so slightly, you slowly buckle your green belt into place, effectively securing your surcoat against your brigandine armor, then break out into a charismatic grin. Wiggling her eyebrows ever so slightly, Vanah slowly buckles her green belt into place, effectively securing her surcoat against her brigandine armor, then breaks out into a charismatic grin. Lance You swiftly and efficiently buckle your leather belt into place, effectively securing your surcoat against your brigandine armor. Vanah swiftly and efficiently buckles her leather belt into place, effectively securing her surcoat against her brigandine armor. Monty As though your fingers have turned to jelly, you grapple with your maroon belt, botching every attempt to get it cinched properly. You eventually get it just right and buckle it into place, effectively securing your surcoat against your brigandine armor. As though her fingers have turned to jelly, Vanah grapples with her maroon belt, botching every attempt to get it cinched properly. She eventually gets it just right and buckles it into place, effectively securing her surcoat against her brigandine armor.
Verb Set 2
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Verb Flavor First Third ATTEND Gaston You unbuckle your green belt, loosening it slightly as you adjust its placement, then cinch it tight before rebuckling it over your silk surcoat. You unflappably pat yourself on the back for your efforts. Vanah unbuckles her green belt, loosening it slightly as she adjusts its placement, then cinches it tight before rebuckling it over her silk surcoat. She unflappably pats herself on the back in apparent self-congratulation. Lance You unbuckle your leather belt, loosening it slightly as you adjust its placement, then cinch it tight before rebuckling it over your silk surcoat. Vanah unbuckles her leather belt, loosening it slightly as she adjusts its placement, then cinches it tight before rebuckling it over her silk surcoat. Monty Unbuckling your maroon belt, you immediately lose your grip on it, and it falls to the dirt. You flusteredly scramble to pick it back up, cinch it over your surcoat, and buckle it with fumbling fingers that leave the belt slumping comically low on your hips. Drat! Unbuckling her maroon belt, Vanah immediately loses her grip on it, and it falls to the dirt. She flusteredly scrambles to pick it back up, cinches it over her surcoat, and buckles it with fumbling fingers that leave the belt slumping comically low on her hips. NUDGE Gaston You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your green belt, taking on a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her green belt, taking on a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. Gaston, mounted You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your green belt, leaning back on your ebon filly in a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her green belt, leaning back on her ebon filly in a posture of shameless self-satisfaction. Lance You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your leather belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her leather belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Lance. mounted You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your leather belt, leaning back on your ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her leather belt, leaning back on her ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Monty You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your maroon belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that your thumbs entirely miss their mark, your arms instead flopping down by your sides. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her maroon belt, taking on a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that her thumbs entirely miss their mark, her arms instead flopping down by her sides. Monty, mounted You place your hands on your hips and hitch your thumbs under the sides of your maroon belt, leaning back on your ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that your thumbs entirely miss their mark, your arms instead flopping down by your sides. Vanah places her hands on her hips and hitches her thumbs under the sides of her maroon belt, leaning back on her ebon filly in a posture of unconcerned repose. Except that her thumbs entirely miss their mark, her arms instead flopping down by her sides. PUSH Gaston As if you've been hit hard in the gut, you press your hands over your green belt, your gauntlets stacked one over the other, briefly act painfully wounded, and then look up with a vicious, determined-for-blood grin. As if she's been hit hard in the gut, Vanah presses her hands over her green belt, her gauntlets stacked one over the other, briefly seems painfully wounded, and then looks up with a vicious, determined-for-blood grin. Lance Grimacing as if you've been hit hard in the gut, you press your hands over your leather belt, your gauntlets stacked one over the other, and let out a low howl of misery. Grimacing as if she's been hit hard in the gut, Vanah presses her hands over her leather belt, her gauntlets stacked one over the other, and lets out a low howl of misery. Monty You punch yourself in the stomach! Triumphantly grimacing, you double over and press your hands over your maroon belt, your gauntlets stacked one over the other, and let out an inexorably long moan of misery. Bafflingly, Vanah punches herself in the stomach! Triumphantly grimacing, Vanah doubles over and presses her hands over her maroon belt, her gauntlets stacked one over the other, and lets an inexorably long moan of misery. TURN Gaston You twist your green belt to one side, expertly centering the buckle in perfect alignment with the fit of your silk surcoat. Job complete, you plant your hands on your hips and puff your chest out with saucy panache. Vanah twists her green belt to one side, expertly centering the buckle in perfect alignment with the fit of her silk surcoat. Job complete, she plants her hands on her hips and puffs her chest out with saucy panache. Lance You twist your leather belt to one side, attempting to get the buckle better centered and aligned with the fit of your silk surcoat. Vanah twists her leather belt to one side, the move ultimately getting the buckle better centered and aligned with the fit of her silk surcoat. Monty You twist your maroon belt to one side, attempting to get the buckle off-centered and in complete misalignment with the fit of your silk surcoat. Vanah twists her maroon belt to one side, ultimately moving the buckle off-center and in complete misalignment with the fit of her silk surcoat.
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Verb Flavor First Third FIDGET Gaston You wiggle your green belt around, attempting to find the spot in which it will best show off your very fine figure and occasionally bunching up the fabric of your surcoat in the process. Finally satisfied with its placement, you smooth out every conceivable wrinkle on your surcoat to even further improve your already beyond perfect aesthetic. Vanah wiggles her green belt around, pausing between each movement to strike a handful of varied poses while occasionally bunching up the fabric of her surcoat in the process. Once clearly satisfied with its placement, she hastily and almost obsessively works at smoothing out wrinkles on the back, front, and sides of her silk surcoat. Lance You wiggle your leather belt up and down, trying to find a comfortable spot for it and occasionally bunching up the fabric of your surcoat in the process. Vanah wiggles her leather belt up and down, as if trying to find a comfortable spot for it while occasionally bunching up the fabric of her surcoat in the process. Monty You attempt to yank your maroon belt up and down, trying to find a comfortable spot for it, but it suddenly loosens entirely, having come unbuckled during all of your fumbling! Shaking your head at your own clumsiness, you refasten the belt in what ends up being an incredibly comfortable spot -- for now -- and arrange your surcoat under it to fall in a somewhat smooth drape. Vanah repeatedly pulls at her maroon belt, which suddenly comes off entirely -- clearly the goal of all of her fumbling around with it. Shaking her head slightly, Vanah seems utterly content as she refastens her belt and arranges her surcoat under it to fall in a somewhat smooth drape. GRIN Gaston You tightly grip the sides of your green belt with your gauntlets as you imperiously lean forward and glare. Vanah tightly grips the sides of her green belt with her gauntlets as she imperiously leans forward and glares. Lance You tightly grip the sides of your leather belt with your gauntlets as you meaningfully lean forward and glare (at Target). Vanah tightly grips the sides of her leather belt with her gauntlets as she meaningfully leans forward on her ebon filly and glares at you. Monty You tightly grip the sides of your maroon belt with your gauntlets as you agitatedly lean forward and glare. Vanah tightly grips the sides of her maroon belt with her gauntlets as she agitatedly leans forward and glares. RAISE Gaston Casually hooking your thumbs into your green belt, you lift your gaze and nonchalantly scan your surroundings while simultaneously laughing to yourself and lamenting the lack of realistic threats to your person. Truly, it would be a welcome surprise to find anyone or anything that could ever pose a danger to you! Casually hooking her thumbs into her green belt, Vanah lifts her gaze and nonchalantly scans her surroundings hile laughing to herself and lamenting a lack of any realistic threats to her person. Lance Hooking your thumbs into your leather belt, you lift your gaze and calmly scan the horizon for any threats. Hooking her thumbs into her leather belt, Vanah slowly swivels her head as if scanning the horizon from behind her vultite helm's visor. Lance, Target Hooking your thumbs into your leather belt, you lift your gaze and calmly watch Target. Hooking her thumbs into her leather belt, Vanah slowly swivels her head as if watching you from behind her vultite helm's visor. Monty Hooking your thumbs into your maroon belt, you intermittently lift your gaze to apprehensively scan the horizon for any threats. Hooking her thumbs into her maroon belt, Vanah intermittently swivels her head, as if apprehensively scanning the horizon from behind her vultite helm's visor. SPIN Gaston Bouncing from one foot to the other, you duck and spin around before taking several steps backward. Still keeping light on your toes, you rest one of your gauntlets alongside your green belt, fingers splayed, and slice your other up toward your helm in a well-formed chopping motion before easily settling into a bold, combative stance. Bouncing from one foot to the other, Vanah ducks and spins around before taking several steps backward. Still keeping light on her toes, Vanah rests one of her gauntlets alongside her green belt, fingers splayed, and slices her other up toward her helm in an absurd chopping motion before superlatively settling into a bold, combative stance. Gaston, sitting Spinning around on your ebon filly, you fold your silver gauntlets over the front of your green belt and settle into a position of luxuriant repose. Spinning around on her ebon filly, Vanah folds her silver gauntlets over the front of her green belt and settles into a position of luxuriant repose. Lance, standing Spinning around (to face Target), you rest one of your gauntlets over your leather belt at the small of your back and lift your other up to reverently tap the temple area of your helm before settling into a more combative stance. This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! Lance, sitting Spinning around on your ebon filly (to far Target, you fold your silver gauntlets over the front of your leather belt and settle into a position of repose. Spinning around on her ebon filly to face you, Vanah folds her silver gauntlets over the front of her leather belt and settles into a position of repose. Monty Tottering about in a directionless manner, you eventually pause, slinging one of your gauntlets out in front of your maroon belt and thrusting your other up to wipe away the sudden cold sweat breaking out across your temple. However, your helm proves to be an obstacle, so you quickly give that up! Instead, you try to relax by dropping into a familiar combat stance. Tottering about in a directionless manner, Vanah eventually pauses, slinging one of her gauntlets out in front of her maroon belt and thrusting her other up to swipe at the temple area of her helm, almost as if trying to wipe sweat away. The ineffectual motion doesn't last long, and Vanah instead settles into an unrefined combative stance. Monty, sitting Spinning around on your ebon filly, you fold your silver gauntlets over the front of your maroon belt and nearly fall over before settling into a position of repose. Spinning around on her ebon filly, Vanah folds her silver gauntlets over the front of her maroon belt and nearly falls over before settling into a position of repose.