Gerolith looks for his wife (and blushes).

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As seen by Raini. Posted under Imperian as a Roleplay log.

So.. it's a little choppy again, but no timestamps this time!! Gerolith shares with us his tales of looking for his wife, supposedly we might have a Goddess of might.. if he can get her.

Iolana/Surakai may be posting the rest of this. I needed to get some sleep at the time though. The rest of it includes Generous tales of bravery from the younger members of Ithaqua including Sommnus! Please enjoy.

Submitted 7 Feb 2010. 100 views in total, 2.5 per day.

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<340/316h 340/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "If Gerolith was not busy trying to find his wife,
Gerolith would knock your teeth out, sir."
<340/316h 340/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 337/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> selfishness
You rub your hands together greedily. (selfishness)
Equilibrium Taken: 0.75s
<340/316h 337/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 337/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> curseward
You begin erecting a curseward.
Equilibrium Taken: 4.25s
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1709w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
Surakai sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1709w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
Surakai gives a wooden mug of Warden's Milk to Nils, a weary old wolf.
Nils chews thoughtfully on a wooden mug of Warden's Milk for a moment before
tearing it to pieces and swallowing the remains.
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1709w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
Your curseward is complete. (curseward)
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1709w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1710w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' that being said.
You say, "That being said."
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1710w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
<340/316h 321/363m 1482e 1710w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' do you know what she at least smells like or have some trinket of hers?
You say, "Do you know what she at least smells like or have some trinket of
hers?"
<340/316h 324/363m 1482e 1712w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> nstat
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<340/316h 331/363m 1482e 1712w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> comfy javelin
You lean comfortably against a Swiftviper javelin.
<340/316h 331/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> tap nils
You lightly tap Nils, a weary old wolf.
<340/316h 327/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might shakes his head sadly.
<340/316h 334/363m 1482e 1714w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' nils may be old, but maybe we could inspire him to get up and sniff her out.
You say, "Nils may be old, but maybe we could inspire him to get up and sniff
her out."
<340/316h 341/363m 1482e 1716w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
<340/316h 337/363m 1482e 1716w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> touch torch
You feel your skin warm as you activate the torch tattoo. (torch)
Equilibrium Taken: 3.25s
<340/316h 344/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 344/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> touch owl
You feel the knowledge of the owl descend upon you as you caress the owl  (owl)
tattoo.
Equilibrium Taken: 3.25s
<340/316h 344/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
> def
Current Defences:
You have heightened ingestion. (tenemecy)
The aura of the owl surrounds you. (owl)
You have activated the torch tattoo. (torch)
A curseward has been established about your person. (curseward)
You are blind. (blindness)
You are deaf. (deafness)
You have a sturdy lanyard attached to javelin170707. (lanyard)
Your vision is heightened to see in the dark. (nightsight)
You have insomnia, and cannot easily go to sleep. (insomnia)
You are protected from the freezing elements. (heated blood)
You are feeling quite selfish. (selfishness)
You have eaten the quince fruit and are extremely energetic. (quince)
Your senses are attuned to nearby movement. (alertness)
You are tempered against fire damage. (temperance)
Your mind is racing with enhanced speed. (myrrh)
Your mind has been touched by Thanatos, God of Death. (deathsight)
Your resistance to damage by poison has been increased. (venom)
You will attempt to parry attacks to your right leg.
You can perceive the unobvious through the sense of your thirdeye. (third eye)
Your sense of time is heightened, and your reactions are speeded. (heightened speed)
You are walking on a small cushion of air. (levitating)
Your senses are heightened. (mindseye)
You are surrounded by a cloak of protection. (cloak)
You are protected from hand-held weapons with an aura of rebounding. (anti-weapon field)
You are protected by 24 defences.
<340/316h 340/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 347/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> counter
You begin using a Swiftviper javelin to counter after a successful parry. (counter)
Balance Taken: 6.00s
<340/316h 347/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
You have recovered balance.
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says to you, "We have a better chance of getting a
Lyccaean to sniff her ouht than Nils."
<340/316h 347/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> drink mana
> vitality
You take a drink from a winged horse shaped vial.
Your mind feels rejuvenated.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You fumble about drunkenly.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
Muttering to himself grimly, a Lycaean village elder wanders in from the out.
(+3 more...)
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> drink mana
> vitality
You take a drink from a winged horse shaped vial.
You drink the elixir without effect.
<340/316h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You need to be fully healthy in both body and mind before you can call upon
your vitality.
<340/316h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana drains the last drops of a mixed cocktail from a wooden mug of Warden's
Milk.
Iolana coughs violently, choking down a swig from her mug.
<340/316h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You may drink another healing elixir.
<340/316h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> drink mana
> vitality
You take a drink from a winged horse shaped vial.
Your mind feels rejuvenated.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your body positively glows with health and vitality. (vitality)
Equilibrium Taken: 5.25s
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1712w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
> ' true.
You say, "True."
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1713w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
Nils chews thoughtfully on a wooden mug of Warden's Milk for a moment before
tearing it to pieces and swallowing the remains.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1714w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You may drink another healing elixir.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1714w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1714w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Gerolith has only hope... but Kinsarmar thinks
Gerolith should sing her sweet songs and give her chocolates to win her heart.
Gerolith is no fancy-pants bard, He is a God."
<340/316h 363/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> weathering
> outr charcoal
> outr wormwood
> outr fenugreek
> conceal weapons
> secure wielded
> apply camouflage
> apply fenugreek
> cover tracks
A brief shiver runs through your body. (weathering)
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You remove 1 charcoal, bringing the total in the Rift to 602.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You remove 1 wormwood root, bringing the total in the Rift to 271.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You remove 1 fenugreek, bringing the total in the Rift to 459.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You carefully hide your weapons under the folds of your cloak. (conceal weapons)
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You wrap thin strips of leather around your wrists and attach it to your  (secure wield)
wielded items.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Crushing the charcoal and wormwood, you mix them together and spread them over  (camouflage)
the exposed parts of your body.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You apply a fenugreek berry to yourself.
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You pull your cloak closer around you and begin to pay close attention to  (cover tracks)
making yourself untrackable.
Balance Taken: 3.00s
<340/340h 359/363m 1482e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
You have recovered balance.
<340/340h 363/363m 1484e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' oh I agree.
You say, "Oh I agree."
<340/340h 363/363m 1484e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
<340/340h 363/363m 1484e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
<340/340h 363/363m 1485e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
The fenugreek berry juice hardens into a supple, waxy coating. (fenugreek)
<340/340h 363/363m 1485e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus rubs a thick stubble on his chin in thought.
<340/340h 363/363m 1487e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> rattle with all except the god part.
You have rattled out: With all except the god part.
<340/340h 363/363m 1488e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says to Gerolith, God of Might, "Psh. Bards.
Tight-wearing ninNies, the lot of them."
<340/340h 363/363m 1488e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana nods her head.
<340/340h 363/363m 1491e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might exclaims, "This is what Gerolith thinks, too!"
<340/340h 359/363m 1492e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' you want my opinion?
You say, "You want my opinion?"
<340/340h 359/363m 1492e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Muttering to himself grimly, a Lycaean village elder wanders in from the out.
<340/340h 363/363m 1494e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> st t iolana
Target t = iolana.
<340/340h 363/363m 1494e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' hit her over the head like so.
You say, "Hit her over the head like so."
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> bt
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears. (anti-weapon field)
You swing the haft of a Swiftviper javelin in a long, sweeping curve at
Iolana's head.
The weapon slams into the side of Iolana's head, and she reels backward, her
face going blank.
Balance Taken: 3.00s
<340/340h 363/363m 1496e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
Being unconscious, Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry falls over.
<340/340h 363/363m 1496e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
Iolana suddenly regains consciousness.
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
Iolana takes a drink from a wolf-shaped vial of sinn.
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <e-pp> <bd>>
You have recovered balance.
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> sagenod
You nod sagely.
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' and drag her off
You say, "And drag her off."
<340/340h 363/363m 1497e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> comfy iolana
You lean comfortably against Iolana.
<340/340h 363/363m 1499e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana winces in pain.
<340/340h 363/363m 1500e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Ouch..."
<340/340h 363/363m 1500e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' see?
You say, "See?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1502e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "I'm not srunk enough for that."
<340/340h 359/363m 1502e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
<340/340h 359/363m 1503e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana takes a large gulp of a mixed cocktail.
Iolana coughs violently, choking down a swig from her mug.
<340/340h 359/363m 1503e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' it works!
You say, "It works!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1503e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> cackle
You cackle hellishly.
<340/340h 363/363m 1505e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> tells
Most recent tells to you:
1 ) Islene: "((I had to crawl out a window because the snow was piled too ..."
2 ) Islene: "I love being hit with demon rays that do hundreds of damage."
3 ) Islene: "By the guy on my own team."
4 ) Islene: "While I'm being pounded with writhe illusions and the combine..."
5 ) Sadie: "((nomnomnom))."
6 ) Sadie: "((No. I take back nothing about slow locks. However, bind crip..."
7 ) Sadie: "((yeah, except knight can't do anything. No offense, no seeing..."
8 ) Sadie: "((As long as bind, cripple and mangle exist yes. However, abou..."
9 ) Sadie: "((No, it just means I have to add extra modifiers to blackout...."
10) Sadie: "((Yes. I am classleading those skills now.))."
11) Islene: "Heh heh. Me and Valgrind just wrecked Antioch's and Kinsarmar..."
12) Islene: "It was all like OH GOD DEMONERS ARE HERE and then a bunch of ..."
13) Islene: "((Nobody.))."
14) Sadie: "(( Draven tells you, "You can come back when you decide to def..."
15) Sadie: "(( Draven tells you, "It's not a defense that implies intellig..."
16) Sadie: "(( He kicked me out of PKMN. ahaha ))."
17) Sadie: "(( It's Draven, go figure. Then again, I also fired up Ahkan a..."
18) Islene: "Okay, I had an idea."
19) Islene: "Bashslash. Knight bashes with shield and slashes at the same ..."
20) Islene: "Prone will only be possible for kite and tower due to obvious..."
<340/340h 363/363m 1509e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> islene why not classlead it then?
You tell Sergeant Islene, "Why not classlead it then?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1513e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> islene submissions are open.
You tell Sergeant Islene, "Submissions are open."
<340/340h 359/363m 1515e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Islene tells you, "Not active enough."
<340/340h 363/363m 1515e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "He's liable to send her oNNn a vActootionn
to D *hic* is if -h *hic* e- hriesh too hit her ovzr thhe head. And that's if
he's beinng carefjl."
<340/340h 363/363m 1519e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> islene wait wait, you have to be "active" to classlead?
You tell Sergeant Islene, "Wait wait, you have to be "active" to classlead?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1519e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana peers at herself unscrupulously.
<340/340h 363/363m 1522e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' true.
You say, "True."
<340/340h 363/363m 1524e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> stat
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Raini Sunjackal
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You are dressed normally, and utterly satiated.
You are fully rested.
You are sober and in full control of your faculties.
You are an enemy of: Lorekeepers, Stavenn, Kinsarmar, Khandava, Janus,
Kaark'krazul, Ashtear, Gadan, Cetara, Tirhin, Aori, Kaln, Kadar, Velin, Tayar,
Pakitaru, Ansheri.
You currently possess 2006 Lessons.
You have played for a total of 180 days, 3 hours and 22 minutes.
This week you've played a total of 3 days, 5 hours and 18 minutes.
Your warcry is, 'Blood on the rocks.'
You are not currently posed.
You will timeout after 80 minutes of inactivity.
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<340/340h 359/363m 1524e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Now I'm pRunk enoUgh."
<340/340h 359/363m 1524e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ponder
You ponder the situation.
Your pose is now: pondering.
<340/340h 359/363m 1525e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana nods sagely.
<340/340h 359/363m 1525e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus smiles with a wink and says, "A God of Might need not woo with pansies,
sir. I'd say the first step is in finding her. Knowing one's, excuse the term,
prey...is the first step of a huhnt."
<340/340h 359/363m 1525e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Islene tells you, "(H:362/362 M:240/246 X:1714/1133/29)(eb bd)- classlead new
brutality new You are not currently active enough to create classlead reports."
<340/340h 363/363m 1526e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> islene interestin.
You tell Sergeant Islene, "Interestin."
<340/340h 363/363m 1529e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "This... works? No songs? No dancing in fancy
tights? Not that Gerolith lacks anything to be desired in a pair of tights.
Gerolith does not believe such things are worthy of His attention."
<340/340h 363/363m 1531e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might coughs softly.
<340/340h 359/363m 1535e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' so then what is your big plan to get the woman with dark eyes and fair skin to notice you hmm?
You say, "So then what is your big plan to get the woman with dark eyes and
fair skin to notice you hmm?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1538e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> wry
You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.
<340/340h 363/363m 1540e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry snorts in an undignified manner mid-drink.
<340/340h 363/363m 1540e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus eyes his mug.
<340/340h 363/363m 1548e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
With a wheezing bark, a Lycaean village elder shuffles off to the out.
<340/340h 363/363m 1551e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
(+3 more...)
<340/340h 363/363m 1556e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/340h 363/363m 1556e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Gerolith had hoped to discover some method... He
has never had problems with women before."
<340/340h 363/363m 1556e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus asks, "Where did you happen to see this maiden?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1558e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ponder
You ponder the situation.
Your pose is now: pondering.
<340/340h 363/363m 1560e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> say to gerolith why not just get her drunk or invite her to do something umm... charming?
You say to Gerolith, God of Might, "Why not just get her drunk or invite her to
do something umm... charming?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1564e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' like.. an arm wrestling match
You say, "Like.. an arm wrestling match."
<340/340h 363/363m 1567e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' or..
You say, "Or.."
<340/340h 359/363m 1567e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' darts
You say, "Darts."
<340/340h 359/363m 1569e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' or a drinking contest.
You say, "Or a drinking contest."
<340/340h 363/363m 1570e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might beams broadly.
<340/340h 363/363m 1572e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Now that soumdss like fu *hic* n."
<340/340h 363/363m 1572e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
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<340/340h 363/363m 1573e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might exclaims, "This I can do!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1574e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might exclaims, "Gerolith, God of Might, will find the maiden
with the raven eyes, and challenge her to a game of darts!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1586e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
<340/340h 363/363m 1590e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana's eyes sparkle with amusement.
<340/340h 363/363m 1592e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> nod
You nod your head.
<340/340h 363/363m 1593e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Hpw are you going to find her?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1593e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
<340/340h 363/363m 1596e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' oh she'll be back..
You say, "Oh she'll be back.."
<340/340h 363/363m 1596e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> wry
You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.
<340/340h 363/363m 1596e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
<340/340h 363/363m 1599e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai Lothain says, "And why did summon us here."
<340/340h 363/363m 1599e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' if she wants to tease him so much, more than likely she has plans.
You say, "If she wants to tease him so much, more than likely she has plans."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> say to surakai for ideas of course.
You say to Surakai, "For ideas of course."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Comprehension flashes across Surakai's face.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' even a god needs some help every now and then.
You say, "Even a god needs some help every now and then."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Ithaqua): Hank says, "Hello."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' even one as mighty as Gerolith.
You say, "Even one as mighty as Gerolith."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Ithaqua): Iolana says, "Hail, H *hic* ank."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "A woman undermines even the mightiest off
meN."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "I *hic* t's a proven fact."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' or they can.
You say, "Or they can."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
With a wheezing bark, a Lycaean village elder shuffles off to the out.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' some women are too stupid, the same can be said for men.
You say, "Some women are too stupid, the same can be said for men."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana nods her head in agreement.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Sad, but true."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus gives you a nod of acknowledgement.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' regardless
You say, "Regardless."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana coughs violently, choking down a swig from her mug.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> say to gerolith I hope we've been of some help eh?
You say to Gerolith, God of Might, "I hope we've been of some help eh?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
[Welcome back.]
[Nothing happened meanwhile.]
Interesting...
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
What do you mean?
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "More than the Bards, at leaSt."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
(+3 more...)
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
Iolana's eyes sparkle with amusement.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Dashiki has met final judgement at the hands of Andun.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> sagenod
You nod sagely.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Ah, I hope I shall see her again! She was
lovely... like a Goddess. Which is good, and befits one of My stature. I shall
be needing a beautiful woman to brew My ale and warm My feet. I only hope she
makes her food better than Magaelan."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Market): Markie says, "Orphine."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> sparkle
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> l
The Mounted Cephyreid.
The focal point of this tavern is the huge iron pot that has been suspended
from the ceiling by four blackened chains, beneath this pot the wooded
floorboards have been pulled back and dark stone has been set into the floor in
their place. The tavern itself is circular in shape, with a long, curved bar
set against the one wall. Above the dark oak bar, there are shelves containing
a multitude of dusty bottles, on the floor behind it there are wide wine racks
and massive barrels. Hanging from the ceiling above the bar is a mounted
cephyreid, its limbs dangling limply from the oaken plaque. The cephyreid has
been impaled through its fleshy skin with a pair of ivory sitaras, as well as a
hafted glaive. The blades of these weapons are stained with the dead creature's
blood, which is slowly decomposing. Arranged around the room there are several
circular tables with seating, all crafted from the same luxurious dark oak. In
front of the hanging fire, there is a large bearskin rug, the hair thick and
comfortable to the touch, thrown here for Nils to rest upon. The walls of this
tavern are bare and practical,lined with only a few small shelves set with a
variety of candles that cast light across the large space. This has been marked
as holy ground. Lined with spartan stools, a wide bar runs the length of the
rear wall. A weary old wolf lies in the corner upon a ratty rug, half-asleep.
Sitting at the end of the bar is an impressive wolf's head which has been
mounted on an ironwood base. Magaelan is here, holding aloft a rather large
mug. A backless swivel stool sits here. The extraordinary wingspan of an
enormous black crow casts a grey shadow upon everything around it, rendering
the surroundings in a foreboding black and white. A large, gold flecked hawk
hovers in the air gracefully here, its wings shimmering in the light. A fur
trimmed tapestry of hide, the Wendigo of Ithaqua depicted ominously in its
center, hangs from the wall here. Balanced easily on its oversized hind paws, a
Frost Behemoth cub is regarding its surroundings with its huge, blue eyes.
There are 3 elite Idrasi wolfriders here. A dead rat has been left here.
Gerolith, self proclaimed God of Might stands here, his tankard held ready.
There are 12 wooden mug of Warden's Milks here. A peaceful aura fills the area,
emanating from Surakai, Aspect of Aryana. Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry is here,
camouflaged. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to
see what is for sale.
You see a single exit leading out (open door).
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus chuckles long and heartily.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> pat gerolith
You pat Gerolith, God of Might in a friendly manner.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' you should spend more time up here with us.
You say, "You should spend more time up here with us."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "At least Magaelan coooks bette *hic* r t
*hic* han I do."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' we make the best drinks.
You say, "We make the best drinks."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Magaelan, the barkeep mutters to himself about not getting paid enough for
this.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana leans comfortably against Magaelan, the barkeep.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus drains the last drops of a mixed cocktail from a wooden mug of Warden's
Milk.
Sommnus coughs violently, choking down a swig from his mug.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says to Magaelan, the barkeep, "You'j be bored off
in your fomge alone, admit it."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "So, little Tanari over there. What do you think?
Have you ever seen a woman the likes of which could steal the heart of a God?"
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might nudges Sommnus suggestively.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> l som
He is an astute Tanari. He is just a few inches shy of six foot in height.
Tousled dark brown hair falls in waves to his shoulders, with three tight
braids, each one a little longer than the other, extending from slightly above
his right temple to below his jawline.  Into the first two braids, small bones
are woven in a manner that minimizes any sound they may make. The third braid
holds two small ivory rings that were carved from one bone so that they are
intertwined and yet complete individual rings. Broad shoulders top his medium
build and lend gravity to a dark muscular frame that moves with a rugged grace.
His facial features are non-descript for members of his race, except for
exceptionally pronounced canine teeth that speak of a carnivorous predatory
nature.  He has dark green eyes with flecks of soft grey. Not unlike snow
falling in the dark pines, his eyes exude a cold mournful solitude. He is
wearing a gnawed ring of bone, a leather armband, a handsome silver etched
ring, a worn arctic falconry glove, rugged black leather boots, rugged black
leather trousers, a sturdy black leather pack, a worn vagabond cloak of black
fur, a banded shield, a warm and rugged black shirt, a leather-strapped knife
belt, a black forearm sheath, a pair of matte shark-skin gloves, 2 sleek black
leather wrist sheaths, a suit of leather armour, an Ithaquan sheath, a pair of
leather greaves, a leather helm, a pair of leather vambraces, and a pair of
blackened iron spurs. He wields an ivory sitara in his left hand and a tower
shield in his right.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> sparkle
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana grins mischievously.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus says, "Not in my forest...yet."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus chuckles long and heartily.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
[Hank - Wendigo catwalk above the barrens.]
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might exclaims, "Ah, but you all will recognize her when you
see her, surely!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hank arrives from the out.
[Hank - The Mounted Cephyreid.]
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hank inclines his head respectfully.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana raises her hand in greeting to Hank and says "Hi!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hank's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus smiles with a wink and says, "But there are plenty about that are
worthy of a look or three."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
(+3 more...)
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana chuckles long and heartily.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> nod
You nod your head.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> l
The Mounted Cephyreid.
The focal point of this tavern is the huge iron pot that has been suspended
from the ceiling by four blackened chains, beneath this pot the wooded
floorboards have been pulled back and dark stone has been set into the floor in
their place. The tavern itself is circular in shape, with a long, curved bar
set against the one wall. Above the dark oak bar, there are shelves containing
a multitude of dusty bottles, on the floor behind it there are wide wine racks
and massive barrels. Hanging from the ceiling above the bar is a mounted
cephyreid, its limbs dangling limply from the oaken plaque. The cephyreid has
been impaled through its fleshy skin with a pair of ivory sitaras, as well as a
hafted glaive. The blades of these weapons are stained with the dead creature's
blood, which is slowly decomposing. Arranged around the room there are several
circular tables with seating, all crafted from the same luxurious dark oak. In
front of the hanging fire, there is a large bearskin rug, the hair thick and
comfortable to the touch, thrown here for Nils to rest upon. The walls of this
tavern are bare and practical,lined with only a few small shelves set with a
variety of candles that cast light across the large space. This has been marked
as holy ground. Lined with spartan stools, a wide bar runs the length of the
rear wall. A weary old wolf lies in the corner upon a ratty rug, half-asleep.
Sitting at the end of the bar is an impressive wolf's head which has been
mounted on an ironwood base. Magaelan is here, holding aloft a rather large
mug. A backless swivel stool sits here. The extraordinary wingspan of an
enormous black crow casts a grey shadow upon everything around it, rendering
the surroundings in a foreboding black and white. A large, gold flecked hawk
hovers in the air gracefully here, its wings shimmering in the light. A fur
trimmed tapestry of hide, the Wendigo of Ithaqua depicted ominously in its
center, hangs from the wall here. Balanced easily on its oversized hind paws, a
Frost Behemoth cub is regarding its surroundings with its huge, blue eyes.
There are 3 elite Idrasi wolfriders here. A dead rat has been left here.
Gerolith, self proclaimed God of Might stands here, his tankard held ready.
There are 12 wooden mug of Warden's Milks here. A peaceful aura fills the area,
emanating from Surakai, Aspect of Aryana. Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry is here,
camouflaged. Hank is here. He wields a truesilver glaive in his left hand and a
banded shield in his right. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is
the command to see what is for sale.
You see a single exit leading out (open door).
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hank leaves to the out.
[Hank - Wendigo catwalk above the barrens.]
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' and when we do.. what shall we do hmmm?
You say, "And when we do.. what shall we do hmmm?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> sparkle gerolith
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Gerolith, God of Might.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> who is
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There are 64 players on this plane and 3 players on other planes.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Such eyes, such hair! Such..."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might turns red and stares into his mug, tugging idly at his
mustache.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Muttering to himself grimly, a Lycaean village elder wanders in from the out.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus grins mischievously.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Well, you know..."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might winks at Sommnus.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana raises an eyebrow at Gerolith, God of Might.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over his features.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says to Gerolith, God of Might, "Asoing for help
and blushing on the shame day..."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana coughs violently, choking down a swig from her mug.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' two firsts for Gerolith
You say, "Two firsts for Gerolith."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana nods sagely.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' unless you count the blush you get when consuming a warm ale
You say, "Unless you count the blush you get when consuming a warm ale."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' maybe then.. :/
You look skeptical and say, "Maybe then.."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana chuckles long and heartily.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus mumbles, "Pshh...bards...flowers and chocolates?  Worthless...".
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Gerolith did not blush! Blushing is for girls...
and elves that titter and dance in tights. Gerolith was merely... distracted."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
"Mhmm," Surakai murmurs, nodding slow and deliberately.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
With a wheezing bark, a Lycaean village elder shuffles off to the out.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over her features.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might mutters to himself, "And not without reason.".
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "Whatever you saf, O Mighty Onm..."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> twinkle
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
(+3 more...)
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai picks up a wooden mug of Warden's Milk.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai takes a large gulp of a mixed cocktail.
Surakai coughs violently, choking down a swig from his mug.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> l
The Mounted Cephyreid.
The focal point of this tavern is the huge iron pot that has been suspended
from the ceiling by four blackened chains, beneath this pot the wooded
floorboards have been pulled back and dark stone has been set into the floor in
their place. The tavern itself is circular in shape, with a long, curved bar
set against the one wall. Above the dark oak bar, there are shelves containing
a multitude of dusty bottles, on the floor behind it there are wide wine racks
and massive barrels. Hanging from the ceiling above the bar is a mounted
cephyreid, its limbs dangling limply from the oaken plaque. The cephyreid has
been impaled through its fleshy skin with a pair of ivory sitaras, as well as a
hafted glaive. The blades of these weapons are stained with the dead creature's
blood, which is slowly decomposing. Arranged around the room there are several
circular tables with seating, all crafted from the same luxurious dark oak. In
front of the hanging fire, there is a large bearskin rug, the hair thick and
comfortable to the touch, thrown here for Nils to rest upon. The walls of this
tavern are bare and practical,lined with only a few small shelves set with a
variety of candles that cast light across the large space. This has been marked
as holy ground. Lined with spartan stools, a wide bar runs the length of the
rear wall. A weary old wolf lies in the corner upon a ratty rug, half-asleep.
Sitting at the end of the bar is an impressive wolf's head which has been
mounted on an ironwood base. Magaelan is here, holding aloft a rather large
mug. A backless swivel stool sits here. The extraordinary wingspan of an
enormous black crow casts a grey shadow upon everything around it, rendering
the surroundings in a foreboding black and white. A large, gold flecked hawk
hovers in the air gracefully here, its wings shimmering in the light. A fur
trimmed tapestry of hide, the Wendigo of Ithaqua depicted ominously in its
center, hangs from the wall here. Balanced easily on its oversized hind paws, a
Frost Behemoth cub is regarding its surroundings with its huge, blue eyes.
There are 3 elite Idrasi wolfriders here. A dead rat has been left here.
Gerolith, self proclaimed God of Might stands here, his tankard held ready.
There are 11 wooden mug of Warden's Milks here. Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry is
here, camouflaged. A peaceful aura fills the area, emanating from Surakai,
Aspect of Aryana. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command
to see what is for sale.
You see a single exit leading out (open door).
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus says, "If a gift you feel you must give, give something practical and
worthy of a God of Might. A fine fur cloak of beasts felled by your own mighty
hands. Not some weed plucked along the roadside."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might exclaims, "So. If Ithaqua sees a beautiful woman who
looks like she needs to find a God in her life... Ithaqua knows what to do. And
Gerolith will keep looking and forget the silly bards and their advice!"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> scout area woman
You sense the following people in the area:
You sense the following creatures in the area:
   an Ithaquan village woman at A junction of Wendigo catwalk (5078)
   an Ithaquan village woman at Wendigo catwalk above the barrens (5079)
You see traces of the following areas around you.
Equilibrium Taken: 7.25s
<340/340h 363/363m 1590e 1680w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
> nod
You nod your head.
<340/340h 363/363m 1592e 1681w 0x <-bpp> <bd>>
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
<340/340h 363/363m 1593e 1682w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> pat gerolith
You pat Gerolith, God of Might in a friendly manner.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1686w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' we will do.
You say, "We will do."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1687w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1692w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "Also. Gerolith will punch in the teeth any he
hears have been spreading savage rumors about women outsmarting him. And
especially rumors about him blushing, which he did not do."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1694w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zerin has been slain by a mystical rune tuned to defend the Council of
Khandava.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1694w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana's eyes sparkle with amusement at Gerolith, God of Might.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1695w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might brandishes his fists defiantly.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1696w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry says, "In the teetc, hm?"
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1696w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' mhmmmm
You say, "Mhmmmm."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1697w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' we'll call it the ale.
You say, "We'll call it the ale."
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1698w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai grins mischievously at Gerolith, God of Might.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1700w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana Askare, Falcon's Cry considers just how attached to her teeth she really
is...
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1702w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Nils' stomach growls loudly, and he looks about with high hopes.
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1704w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Nils chews thoughtfully on a wooden mug of Warden's Milk for a moment before
tearing it to pieces and swallowing the remains.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1706w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might says, "And now, Gerolith, God of Might, will drink and
allow the citizens of Ithaqua to entertain him with tales of bravery. Though
they can never be as good as his own mighty deeds, it will amuse him to hear of
them nonetheless."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1710w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Surakai smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over his features.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1714w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your pipe has gone cold and dark.
(+3 more...)
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1716w 0x <ebpp> <bd>> (light pipes)
You quickly light your pipes, surrounding yourself with a cloud of smoke.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1716w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Sommnus's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> twinkle
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Gerolith, God of Might takes a mug and holds it aloft, before quaffing a large
gulp from it, managing to spill the majority.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> qw
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Ahkan, Ame, Anaya, Andun, Anselger, Arnes, Ashlar, Cadeyrn, Corinna, Dashiki,
Divanna, Elizabell, Endarion, Hank, Iolana, Ionadar, Isadarr, Islene, Jace,
Jarrhn, Javon, Joran, Kaelli, Kilana, Lunarga, Melete, Merack, Meruchakri,
Michiel, Miichelle, Nacissa, Notalkan, Nozomi, Oburi, Reznok, Rianthe, Rico,
Ruga, Sadie, Shou, Sommnus, Surakai, Toriel, Traea, Valgrind, Valter, Vespa,
Victor, and Ziat.
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There are 64 players on this plane and 3 players on other planes.
<340/340h 363/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
> ' well..
You say, "Well.."
<340/340h 359/363m 1600e 1717w 0x <ebpp> <bd>>
Iolana grins mischievously.
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Iolana leans comfortably against a sleek javelin.
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> ' I do believe that is my cue to leave.
You say, "I do believe that is my cue to leave."
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> sparkle
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
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Iolana gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
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> ' my soul needs rest.
You say, "My soul needs rest."
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> ' which is unfortunate...
You say, "Which is unfortunate..."
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> ' but aye.. someone should ah.. write this down in a scroll somewhere..
You say, "But aye.. someone should ah.. write this down in a scroll
somewhere.."
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> nudge iolana
You nudge Iolana suggestively.
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