I was digging for something else when I ran across this. We were all bored at the inn and decided to do an improv play. It was one of the most memorable logs for me and I enjoy going back and reading it, I thought everyone else might too and also those who weren't around six years ago. Sorry again if it's the wrong board.

Posted by Garenth on July 21, 2000 at 14:07:12:

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina furrows her brow as she looks through her possessions.
A blazing sword named 'Incinerator' glows a pure white!

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam nods at Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam stops using anduril, Flame of the West.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina wields a blazing sword named 'Incinerator'.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina gives mace of annihilation to Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Or...a hammer would be better, but hey, can't be picky'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam wields mace of annihilation.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'So, I will be Lord Shokai.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I suppose I should remove ma'axe.
You say 'I suppose I should remove ma'axe.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Garenth will be Lady Bria.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> rem axe

Arvam chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv> You stop using Durin's Axe.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Lady Bria holdin an axe...'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Arvam will be...'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'What was that?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> chuck arvam
You chuckle at his joke.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Wasn't I gonna be Thror?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Aye.
You say 'Aye.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> Proserpina says 'Oh right right.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina nods at Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv> help bria

Proserpina says 'And Zeruel will be Lord Scarabaeus.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> Bria Hummingbird
Those who bear the mark of the Hummingbird are emotional people who temper
their actions with love and mercy. Mercy comes in its many forms, be it a
quick death or a helping hand. They seek justice by enforcing the laws or
enforcing their own sense of justice. But never will they let mercy and
justice cloud their mind and heart to love. Love in its many forms must be
cherished and protected, for it is a fragile thing that can not protect
itself from the darkness that seeks to corrupt it. Those who bear this mark
come in many shapes and sizes but each has found a way to blend and balance
these three elements in their life.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel nods.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina hops around like a little kid.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I've never spoken with tha'Lady so bear with ma'.

You feel less protected.

<859hp 782m 634mv> You say 'I've never spoken with tha'Lady so bear with ma'.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina closes her eyes for a moment, visualising her role.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Oh, I can help you with that.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'I have spoken once with her. And she does speak with a beautiful accent.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam hunches over somewhat, contorting his face.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I be thinkin' it's all about lovin' one another an'bringin' peace to tha'world an such.
You say 'I be thinkin' it's all about lovin' one another an'bringin' peace to tha'world an such.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Something like that.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina clears her throat and mimics.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote tries to lose his thick accent as he speaks and fails miserably.
Garenth tries to lose his thick accent as he speaks and fails miserably.

<859hp 782m 634mv> mutter self
You mutter quietly to yourself.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Nay, not for anouther day will we tolerate their presence.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina coughs and resumes her normal voice.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Something like that. It's not very good.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Well, he do be a bit more masculine than ye.
You say 'Well, he do be a bit more masculine than ye.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina blushes.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say But I do na'think that can be helped.
You say 'But I do na'think that can be helped.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> chuck
You chuckle politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel stops using a shaman's robe.
Zeruel wears the Cloak of Death about his body.

<859hp 782m 634mv> chuck zeruel
You chuckle at his joke.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'All right. So we are picking a floral arrangement for Lord Nepenthe who has taken ill?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Let us take our places.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel pulls the hood of the cloak up over his head, obscuring his face.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam walks offstage behind the curtains.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel nods at Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Better yet.
You say 'Better yet.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Lord Jullias.
You say 'Lord Jullias.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> grin
You grin evilly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel steps up onto the side of the stage.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'No, Liches are more fun.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Your warcry has worn off.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'Besides, I've got a few jokes I can crack about this one'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Nay, tha'flowers be fer Jullias.
You say 'Nay, tha'flowers be fer Jullias.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'Oh, alright'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Oh...
You say 'Oh...'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I thought ye wanted ta'be Tha'Lich lord.
You say 'I thought ye wanted ta'be Tha'Lich lord.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'No, I do'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'No no.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'For a moment I thought you meant.. nevermind.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> wry zeruel
You give Zeruel a crooked smile.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Lord Nepenthe is better, why would Lord Shokai care if Lord Jullias took ill?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina closes her eyes and hums for an instant.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'She's got a point.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Why would tha'Lich Lord be shoppin fer flowers with us?
You say 'Why would tha'Lich Lord be shoppin fer flowers with us?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> smirk proserpina
You smirk at her saying.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'Boredom.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Well, why would Thror care if Nepenthe has takin ill? Hey, all part'a the comedy in it'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Aye.
You say 'Aye.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel nods at Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Alright, flowers fer Lord Nepenthe.
You say 'Alright, flowers fer Lord Nepenthe.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Righto, lets begin'

<859hp 782m 634mv> nod arvam
You nod at Arvam.
Zeruel nods.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam returns to his position offstage.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina stands far away from Zeruel, close to Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote gets between Proserpina and Zeruel.
Garenth gets between Proserpina and Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam leaves west.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam coughs slightly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina turns to face Garenth.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Shokai, please, try ta'help me pick out tha'tulips, stop pointin' yer sword at Scarabaeus!
You say 'Shokai, please, try ta'help me pick out tha'tulips, stop pointin' yer sword at Scarabaeus!'

<859hp 782m 634mv> nudge proserpina
You nudge her.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam arrives on stage with a mighty TAP!, muttering a string of curses the entire way.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina darts her eyes to and fro.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Tulips? Why Tulips?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina catches sight of Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote turns to face Zeruel.
Garenth turns to face Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say What would ye prefer?
You say 'What would ye prefer?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Why da we 'ave to ge'sen damned flowers fer some bloody Mage?!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Orchids. Black Orchids.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Because he is ill, and it will make him feel better in his spirit.
You say 'Because he is ill, and it will make him feel better in his spirit.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina points her blazing sword at Zeruel, silver flames leaping into the air arcing back onto the tip.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote points a stern finger at Proserpina.
Garenth points a stern finger at Proserpina.
Arvam tilts his head back roaring with hoarse laughter.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel waves his hand dismissively at the sword.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Now, ye'll stop that.
You say 'Now, ye'll stop that.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Oh, please. Save the swordplay for the Imperials.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Yer singing tha'flowers.
You say 'Yer singing tha'flowers.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Do na'aggitate him any further Scarabaeus.
You say 'Do na'aggitate him any further Scarabaeus.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Ill ya say dere lass? Ya knew wha I used ta do when I was'ill?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ye only make it worse.
You say 'Ye only make it worse.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote raises his eyebrow in deep concern at what is about to come out of Arvam's mouth.
Garenth raises his eyebrow in deep concern at what is about to come out of Arvam's mouth.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Tulips, those are profane flowers, blinded by the fog of their own misbegotten beliefs..'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'I'd get me bloody arse out dere'en..'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say What about tha'begonias?
You say 'What about tha'begonias?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam roars out loudly 'Bring de War!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'An Orchid, now, an Orchid is in touch with its true desires, and is not afraid to let its Will be done.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Dats wha I'da been doin'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Are they blind too Scarabaeus?
You say 'Are they blind too Scarabaeus?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam snarls angrily.

<859hp 782m 634mv> mutter arvam
You mutter something to Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'You are the fog that has to be banished. '

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Begonias?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say We are in a flower shop, not a'battlefield Thror.
You say 'We are in a flower shop, not a'battlefield Thror.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Snivelin gnome....he ain nothin but'a pansy'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Hairless dwarf'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina growls at Zeruel, waving her cape of lightning about her like a cloak of silver flames.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel turns towards Proserpina, and shoots a withering glance her way.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam turns about, snarling, bumping into Proserpina, knocking her into Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Shokai...!

Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Pansies. No, those won't do either.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> You say 'Shokai...!'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Tha'flames.
You say 'Tha'flames.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ye are witherin' tha'flowers.
You say 'Ye are witherin' tha'flowers.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel glances down at Proserpina's sword.
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina returns her withering glance, silver flames leaping about her face as she waves her cape of lightning.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Get out mah way dere ya blind birdy!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam lowers his head, glaring at Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina starts suddenly as if she realises the presence of a lady.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Scarabaeus, would you please stop touching tha flowers.
You say 'Scarabaeus, would you please stop touching tha flowers.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Now look what you've done. You set the Crocuses on fire.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina turns and faces Garenth gallantly.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say They keep dying....
You say 'They keep dying....'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'I've been remiss.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina holds Garenth's hand and kisses it deeply.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote runs over and starts trying to put out the fire.
Garenth runs over and starts trying to put out the fire.

<859hp 782m 634mv> blush proserpina
You get all flustered up seeing her.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel shrugs listly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Now what have we all decided on?
You say 'Now what have we all decided on?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam waves his mace about furiously.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote ducks quickly.
Garenth ducks quickly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice with an irritated tone 'Oh, dead, alive, what does it really matter? They're better off like that, anyway'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Pansies, now ou' mah way...'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'But his darkness must be banished, not for a moment more will I abide his presence!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.
You are starving!
You are thirsty.
Your hunger injures you.

<846hp 769m 621mv> say Pansies will not do
You say 'Pansies will not do'

<846hp 769m 621mv> drink jug
You drink water from a water jug.
You do not feel thirsty.

<846hp 769m 621mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Here. These should do nicely.'

<846hp 769m 621mv> get pouch sach
I see no sach here.

<846hp 769m 621mv> get pouch sack
You get the pouch of nourishment from a big burlap sack.

<846hp 769m 621mv> op pouch
Ok.
A sweet aroma wafts across your nose as you open the pouch of nourishment.

<846hp 769m 621mv> get all pouch
You get tender leg of lamb from the pouch of nourishment.

<846hp 769m 621mv> eat leg
You eat tender leg of lamb.
You are no longer hungry.

<846hp 769m 621mv> say What do you have Scarabaeus?
You say 'What do you have Scarabaeus?'

<846hp 769m 621mv>
Arvam mutters a string of curses as he wanders about the shop, swinging his mace here and there, knocking over imaginery pots and vases.

<846hp 769m 621mv>
Zeruel picks up a handful of roses, and proceeds to cut the blossoms off of each with a pair of clippers.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote follows Arvam as quickly as possible trying to catch them.
Garenth follows Arvam as quickly as possible trying to catch them.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina glares at Zeruel, waving her cape of lightning to simulate leaping silver flames.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel turns and pantomimes handing the flowerless stems to Garenth.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'There.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> blink
You bat your eyelashes.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say .....
You say '.....'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Pick the flowers quickly, and be gone.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ummm..
You say 'Ummm..'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Flowers'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam snarls angrily.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina glances at the flowers with disinterest.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel gets chocolate cake from a ranger's knapsack.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam grabs an imaginery pot, hurling it over towards Porserpina and Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv> sigh
You sigh.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel calmly ducks as the imaginary pot goes sailing overhead.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Fine, we will make a bouquet.
You say 'Fine, we will make a bouquet.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina catches the pot deftly in one hand.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam turns his back on the conflict once again, muttering various curses to himself.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina glares at Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Everyone pick out the flower you want to use.
You say 'Everyone pick out the flower you want to use.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You feel less adept at avoiding paralysis.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Quit naggin me lass! I alrea'y did pick'ah few o'em out'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Hammersong, what was the meaning of that?!'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Preferably on different sides of the shop.
You say 'Preferably on different sides of the shop.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Oh, now here is a flower after my own shriveled and decayed heart.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say You still have a heart in there?
You say 'You still have a heart in there?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> who pk
< Elf > (PK) Astalon the Master of Pyrotechniques
< Storm > (PK) Crakyun the Narcoleptic Holy Hero
< Elf > (PK) Proserpina the Dreamweaver, Handmaiden of the Harvest
< Gnome > (PK) Betazenth the Planewalker
* Dwarf * (PK) Garenth the Holy of Faith
< Arial > (PK) Arvam Raenau, Festival Director of the Eternal Star
< Elf > (PK) Solian the Holy Priest of the Kara Chal, Apostle of the Dawn
< Human > (PK) Zeruel the Planar Scholar, Master of Prestidigitation
< Elf > (PK) Pariva the Invoker Heroine

Players found: 9

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'No. I keep it in a glass jar, in the inner sanctum of the Temple, of course.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Yah wan'id flowers for da frail gnomey, ahn I tossed ye some flowers'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ahh.
You say 'Ahh.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam snarls at Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Yah wan'in to rumble dere den laddie?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Thror, did you even look at them before ye threw'em?
You say 'Thror, did you even look at them before ye threw'em?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
The animation leaves Proserpina's body.
The animation returns to Proserpina's body.
<859hp 782m 634mv> emote jumps between Arvam and Proserpina.
Garenth jumps between Arvam and Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam roars out once again 'Bring de War!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina's thirst injures her.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'What was the meaning of that, Hammersong?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Here. A Strange Island Maneater Flower.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> sigh zeruel
You sigh as you think of him.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Ah, now yah deaf too dere laddie?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Well at least you are trying I suppose.
You say 'Well at least you are trying I suppose.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel pantomimes handing a flower to Garenth.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam closes the pouch of nourishment.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You no longer see invisible objects.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina sets the pot down on the table cleaving it in half, silver flames leaping in an arc from the sword.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote tries to smile at Zeruel's flower and fails miserably.
Garenth tries to smile at Zeruel's flower and fails miserably.

<859hp 782m 634mv> sigh
You sigh.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Now the table is on fire!
You say 'Now the table is on fire!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam lowers his shoulder down, getting his footing set as he keeps a vicious glare fixed on Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'I'll take daht as'a challenge laddie'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
The golden haze in your vision disappears.
The red in your vision disappears.
Proserpina's hunger injures her.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'Make certain it gets well-fed with a diet of flesh.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina glares at Zeruel, obviously not amused with the antics of a lich.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina closes her eyes and hums for an instant.
Some unleavened bread appears before Proserpina.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote gets between Arvam and Proserpina
Garenth gets between Arvam and Proserpina

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'They have a tendency to grow legs and go hunting for food if they grow too hungry.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> cringe
You cringe in terror.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Did ye create this flower??
You say 'Did ye create this flower??'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam lurches to a start, charging right towards Proserpina with his mace held high over his head, roaring in feigned barbaric rage.

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote kicks Arvam in the groin stopping him half way.
Garenth kicks Arvam in the groin stopping him half way.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say If you two keep this up I will take your weapons until we get back to Asgaard!
You say 'If you two keep this up I will take your weapons until we get back to Asgaard!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina ducks to the side, silver flames leaping from her cape of lightning.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Is that understood!
You say 'Is that understood!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam doubles over in non-feigned pain, his roar calmed to a strange squeal.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'No, but I did create this little floral masterwork'

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote kneels down and lays a healing touch to Arvam.
Garenth kneels down and lays a healing touch to Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Hammersong, you are mad with rage.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel turns back to pick up another flower.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina roars with laughter at the sight of Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice 'I call it the 'Death Blossom'. The world's first Lich Flower.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote spins on Proserpina
Garenth spins on Proserpina

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam coughs a few times.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say And you!
You say 'And you!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Lady of Mercy, you'd done well.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say You will stop antagonizing them.
You say 'You will stop antagonizing them.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina winks suggestively at you.

<859hp 782m 634mv> eyebrow zeruel
You raise your eyebrow at Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Lich...flower...?
You say 'Lich...flower...?'
Zeruel beams a sickeningly scary smile.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam speaks briefly in his normal voice, before he can finally lower it back down to a sort of dwarven rasp.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice, brimming with pride 'Isn't it just hideous?'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Umm...aye.
You say 'Umm...aye.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Mad with...er, Mah wit rage?! Bloody brigh ya are lad, of course I'm bloody enraged!'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina narrows her eyes at Zeruel.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel whispers in a raspy voice, brimming with pride 'Here, watch as it sucks the life from this rodent.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say You will all stop provoking each other you will spend the next age sitting in your temples thinking about what you did!
You say 'You will all stop provoking each other you will spend the next age sitting in your temples thinking about what you did!'

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote struggles to acentuate each word.
Garenth struggles to acentuate each word.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'I...I think thats a good line to cut on'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam nods at you in agreement.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel dangles an imaginary rat over the imaginary lich-flower.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam doubles over briefly, trying to normalize his breathing.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'Well done, all'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I did na'mean ta'kick ye so hard.
You say 'I did na'mean ta'kick ye so hard.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel stops using the Cloak of Death.
Zeruel wears a shaman's robe about his body.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina lunges toward Zeruel and grabs the imaginary rodent.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric uncloaks his presence.

<859hp 782m 634mv> wince arvam
You look at Arvam and wince at his remark.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Hey Gar...Garenth...you shoulda tried to..'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel blinks innocently.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'quite entertaining I must admit'
Proserpina winces in agony.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ummm...
You say 'Ummm...'

<859hp 782m 634mv> bow selric

Selric smiles happily.

<859hp 782m 634mv> You bow before him.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam wheezes again.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Greetin's.
You say 'Greetin's.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina coughs loudly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'well met'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Oh...hey there Lord Selric'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Excuse us, Lord.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'not at all'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam forces himself to stand upright, wincing somewhat.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'I thought it remarkably funny'

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I be glad ye enjoyed tha'show m'Lord, we didna'mean any disrespect.
You say 'I be glad ye enjoyed tha'show m'Lord, we didna'mean any disrespect.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel chuckles nervously.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric whispers 'Zeruel...I won't tell the Father of Devils about the lich flower though'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel coughs loudly.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel says 'Ah, thank you, yes'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Uhm, er...glad ya liked it there'

<859hp 782m 634mv> emote throws a sideways glance at Arvam.
Garenth throws a sideways glance at Arvam.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
The animation leaves Proserpina's body.
The animation returns to Proserpina's body.
<859hp 782m 634mv> l selric
A rather tall half-elf, dressed in very soft, yet simple leathers,
sandy-brown hair curls down to his shoulders, neatly framing his
handsome face. Deep, dark, blue eyes peer out from his young face,
calmly gazing out on the world around him. A tangible feeling of
calm and peace radiates from this seemingly young man, just as light
seems to radiate from his flowing white cloak. As he turns his gaze
to meet yours, you stare into his deep blue eyes, that seem to hold
wisdom, the kind only learned through more years than a mere mortal
could ever dream of living. As he speaks, his soft gentle voice calms
you. Never before have you felt such deep tranquility, and with an
almost fatherly smile from Selric, you realise that he is the source
of this deep calm. Slowly you begin to understand the power of peace.
Selric, a male half-elf, is in perfect health.

Selric is using:
a beautiful silver locket
a long cloak of shimmering white
a simple leather tunic
a pair of soft, tan, leather pants
a pair of soft tan leather boots
a pair of white cotton sleeves
a beltpouch hanging from a worn leather belt
a beautiful flute made from living rosewood
the mark of the open hand

<859hp 782m 634mv>
You are hungry.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina blushes.

<859hp 782m 634mv> op pouch

Arvam nudges Garenth sharply with his elbow.

<859hp 782m 634mv> It's already open.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'oh come now, if the gods got all bent out of shape everytime someone mimiced or mocked'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel looks at Selric.

<859hp 782m 634mv> get all pouch
I see nothing in the pouch.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'we'd be quite out of shape'

<859hp 782m 634mv> close pouch
Ok.

<859hp 782m 634mv> op pouch
Ok.
A sweet aroma wafts across your nose as you open the pouch of nourishment.

<859hp 782m 634mv> chuck
You chuckle politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv> get all pouch
You get a bowl of thick beef stew from the pouch of nourishment.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'besides...humor is humor, on any level'

<859hp 782m 634mv> eat stew
You eat a bowl of thick beef stew.
You are full.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina chuckles softly.

<859hp 782m 634mv> close pouch
Ok.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I canna' argue with that.
You say 'I canna' argue with that.'

<859hp 782m 634mv> where
People near you:
(PK) Proserpina Before the Stage of Fools
(PK) Selric Before the Stage of Fools
(PK) Garenth Before the Stage of Fools
(PK) Arvam Before the Stage of Fools
(PK) Zeruel Before the Stage of Fools

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel nods.

<859hp 782m 634mv> whoi sel
<58 H-Elf SUP> (PK) Selric Sollis, the Life Bringer

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina covers her mouth, muffling a laugh.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Did ye catch tha'entire show?
You say 'Did ye catch tha'entire show?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'a good bit of it'

<859hp 782m 634mv> blush
Your cheeks are burning.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I know a'do a'poor impersonation of Lady Bria.

Selric says 'though I must admit...noone thought to bring sundrops'
You say 'I know a'do a'poor impersonation of Lady Bria.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric looks at Garenth for a moment.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'it's the beard I think'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina smiles at you.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Sundrops....er, huh'

<859hp 782m 634mv> chuck
You chuckle politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam looks at you.

<859hp 782m 634mv> help selric
SELRIC 'MARK OF THE OPEN HAND' 'OPEN HAND' 'KARA CHAL'
Those who bear the mark of the open hand have dedicated themselves to the
gentler arts of healing, and peace. The followers of Selric believe that the
only true enemy to Thera is disease, and will stop at nothing to end a
plague. Though peace loving, and generally non aggressive in
nature...followers of Selric are not foolish enough to think that all of
Thera believes as they do, and will defend themselves if attacked.
Followers of Selric are generally humble, and willing to help those who
need aid. Abusing their gentle natures is not recommended, as it is rumored
that dreadful things happen to those who persecute and mock the gentle
natures of Selric's followers.
Any who do not walk in the darkness that are willing to spread the words
of the 'Kara Chal' (the holy text of the Open Hand) should seek to find the
island shrine of Selric. Priests of the Kara Chal, draw from the spheres of
Healing, Peace, and Protection.

<859hp 782m 634mv> wear axe
You wield Durin's Axe.
Your pulse races as you are consumed by rage!
Durin's Axe feels like a part of you!

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'never heard of sundrops Arvam?'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam scratches behind his neck, looking sheepish.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'also called sunlight drops'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam says 'Well...er..'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina shakes her head.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina says 'Nor have I heard of those.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Feystrim gallantly tips his hat.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say I canna' stand here an'pretend ta'either.
You say 'I canna' stand here an'pretend ta'either.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
A soft golden light spread through the air as Selric opens his hand.

<859hp 782m 634mv> tip feystrim
You tip your hat to Feystrim.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Small yellow flowers, with tiny petals sit there.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Feystrim bows before Selric.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric nods at Feystrim.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel chuckles politely.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'these are sunlight drops'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Arvam looks at Selric.

<859hp 782m 634mv> say Ahh.
You say 'Ahh.'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina smiles at the canopy of golden light that's suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

<859hp 782m 634mv> l
Before the Stage of Fools
A short stage rises up about three feet off of the floor. Small tables lie
all about its foot facing it. Against the eastern wall are all sorts of
banners and large paintings of various backgrounds. Paintings of a city,
of a dark forest and of wide open plains can all be seen. A barrel full of
props sits stuffed in the stage's corner. Spilled and broken mugs are strewn
about the stage as people usher off a bad performer. The crowd seems lively
here but respectful of the efforts of the entertainers. Small candles line the
foot of the stage where more then one careless bard has caught his cloak
on fire much to the crowd’s pleasure.


Feystrim the felar is here.
A peaceful looking half-elf stands here, bathed in a soft golden light.
Arvam the arial is here.
Zeruel the human is here.
Proserpina the elf is here.
A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
A fool tumbles around the stage throwing balls at random.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'they grow on my island, and the more I dig into the matter'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'I think I may have created them'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Feystrim's hunger injures him.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Feystrim leaves west.

<859hp 782m 634mv> smile selric

Arvam says 'Hey...now those are a sight really'

<859hp 782m 634mv> You smile at him.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Selric says 'since I've only found them there'

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Zeruel nods.

<859hp 782m 634mv>
Proserpina beams a smile at Selric.

<859hp 782m 634mv> close pouch

Selric says 'wonderful for fighting disease'

<859hp 782m 634mv> It's already closed.

<859hp 782m 634mv>



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