***** Level 5 first interaction with another char

(Translucent) Jaratdin the human is here.

The man before you is a tall, lithe, figure who seems comprised solely
of muscle and sinew. Olive colored skin is evidence of generations
spent under the sun and stars. Pitch black hair flows freely about the
head and shoulders of Jaratdin and frames a face devoid of any other
hair. Jaratdin's eyes are as dark as his hair and seem to scan his
surrounding constantly and appears he may not even be aware he is
Doing it. What clothing Jaratdin wears seems to be made from the skins
and hides of beasts and look to be chose more for comfort and utitlity
rather than any protection they might provide.
Jaratdin, a male human, has a few scratches.

Jaratdin is using:
<worn on finger> (Glowing) a ring set with a flaming red ruby
<worn on finger> (Glowing) a ring set with a flaming red ruby
<worn around neck> a sandy-brown desert cloak
<worn around neck> a sandy-brown desert cloak
<worn on body> a fine leather vest
<worn on head> a halo of swirling air
<worn on legs> some leggings from the snow worm
<worn on feet> a pair of fine leather boots
<worn on hands> a pair of fine leather gloves
<worn on arms> a pair of armguards from the snow worm
<worn about body> a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist> the belt of life
<worn around wrist> a fine leather bracer
<worn around wrist> a fine leather bracer
<mainhand wielded> a hunting knife
<worn as shield> a shield from the hide of a snow worm

You peer around yourself intently.

Jaratdin nods.

Jaratdin looks at you.

Jaratdin says 'Greets'

Jaratdin says 'Is like name.'

Oaneewke clutches a small leather pouch tightly and glares at you suspiciously.

Jaratdin shrugs indifferently.

Jaratdin gets a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt from a cowhide knapsack.

Oaneewke takes a small leather pouch from her belt and shakes it.

Jaratdin drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

Oaneewke opens the decorated pouch and shakes out some pieces of bone into her filthy hands.

Oaneewke shakes her cupped filthy hands vigorously, the bones inside rattling wildly.

Oaneewke casts the bones down onto the ground and they fall into the shape of the crescent moon, she slowly scoops up the bone fragments and mutters as she stuffs them back inside her pouch.

Jaratdin peers at you intently.

Oaneewke howls into the sky her voice scaling octaves and cracking.

Oaneewke closes her wild eyes a moment and whispers a prayer to the wind.

Oaneewke dances wildly waving her arms in the air.

*** and of she runs. I should note at this point her story arc hadn't taken her to meet with Whiysdan
*** so she was sober most of the time.

*** A little later again sober

Voctare tells you 'Greetings'

You tell Voctare 'who Are You! What do you Want!?'

Voctare tells you 'I am Voctare, a changeling.'

Voctare tells you 'Do you have any interest in learning?'

The rain ceases.
You are hungry.
You are starving!
You are thirsty.
Your hunger scratches you.


You tell Voctare ''eat!'

You say abruptly 'Eat'

Voctare tells you 'Where?'

You get a handful of nuts from a shoddy haversack.

You still feel slightly hungry.

You tell Voctare 'LEAVE ME ALONE!'

Oaneewke pulls at her hair wildly.

Tori nods at you with approval.
You hand a thick jerkin of animal furs to Tori.
Tori hands a glass of absinthe to you.

You drink absinthe from a glass of absinthe.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink absinthe from a glass of absinthe.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink absinthe from a glass of absinthe.
You do not feel thirsty.

You tell Voctare 'sorry sorry I I can't control them!'

*** I guess I freaked him out and he didn't respond

**** Next day

8 Human Dru* (PK) Oaneewke the Wildlife Observer


People near you:
(PK) Oaneewke A Path Through the Feanwyyn Weald

Oaneewke takes a small leather pouch from her belt and shakes it.


Oaneewke opens the decorated pouch and shakes out some pieces of bone into her filthy hands.

Oaneewke shakes her cupped filthy hands vigorously, the bones inside rattling wildly.

Oaneewke casts the bones down onto the ground and they fall into the shape of the wolf , she quickly scoops up the bone fragments and mutters as she stuffs them back inside her pouch.

Oaneewke howls into the sky her voice scaling octaves and cracking.

Oaneewke closes her wild eyes a moment and whispers a prayer to the wind.

Oaneewke glares at the clouds in the air.

*** First time Whiysdan reaches out to me I think after reading my role
A falcon flies up to you and hands you a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side, then flies off.

Divine judgment has smiled upon you as the gods take note of your role within Thera.
You are focusing your skill learning on herbal medicine.
You have learned 3% of your herbal medicine ability.
You are focusing your skill learning on herbal medicine.
You have learned 3% of your mend wounds ability.
You are focusing your skill learning on herbal medicine.
You have learned 4% of your carapace ability.
You raise a level!! Your gain is: 10/126 hp, 20/278 m, 8/253 mv 4/13 prac.
You are focusing your skill learning on herbal medicine.
You have learned 4% of your spear ability.
You have earned 1 training session.
You receive 1500 experience points.

You drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel tipsy.

Oaneewke slumps to the ground and hugs her knees tightly, rhythmically she begins to rock back and forth.

ou drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel drunk.

Oaneewke hisses between her teeth.

Your carapace subsides.

*** Later

A falcon flies up to you and attempts to hand you something, but you cannot carry it. a falcon claims it for their own and flies away.

Oaneewke peers up into the sky.

You drink wine from a bottle of 'Arvam's Passion'.
You feel tipsy.
It is now empty.

You drop a bottle of 'Arvam's Passion'.

You frown at a bottle of 'Arvam's Passion'.

Oaneewke rubs her tired eyes and circles three times before she curls up like a dog.

**** 4 more ranks and still haven't had anyone come across my path or send me a tell

Oaneewke slumps to the ground and hugs her knees tightly, rhythmically she begins to rock back and forth.


Oaneewke clenches her fists. Her arms shake as she fights for control and you see blood welling between her fingers as her nails bite deep.

You drink white wine from an unopened bottle of wine.
You feel tipsy.


*** another alcohol run
You get a silver embossed flask from the corpse of a merchant.

In a vain search for comfort, you hug a silver embossed flask to yourself.

You drink whiskey from a silver embossed flask.
You feel tipsy.

You drink whiskey from a silver embossed flask.
You feel tipsy.

Oaneewke breathes a little easier.


*** So rank 13 I think and I head to try and see WHiysdan and Mylene appears

Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit closes his eyes with a look of concentration for a moment.
Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit is surrounded by a resistance to mental attacks.

Oaneewke pants heavily.

People near you:
(PK) Oaneewke A Peaceful Recess of Bliss

Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit says 'What guides your heart above all else: passion, courage, or wisdom?'

Mylene smiles at you.

Oaneewke throws you a sidelong glance.

Mylene slowly floats to the ground.

Mylene says 'Hello there!'

Oaneewke backs away from you an presses herself against the cave wall.

You say while pulling at her hair 'what do you want!'

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Oaneewke slumps to the ground and hugs her knees tightly, rhythmically she begins to rock back and forth.

Mylene slowly hands out some bread and then puts it on the floor.

Mylene says 'I just came here to see the Lucky Lord.'

Mylene says 'I mean you no harm.'


Oaneewke snatches the bread and consumes it like she hasn't eaten in months.

You get a warm chunk of bread.

You finish eating a warm chunk of bread.
You start to feel full.

Oaneewke clenches her fists. Her arms shake as she fights for control and you see blood welling between her fingers as her nails bite deep.

Oaneewke bangs her clenched fists franically against her temples trying to get her eyes to focus on the now.

Mylene says 'Would you prefer some water, or perhaps something harder?'

You say while gesticulating wildly 'alcohol! Please!'

You start to moan.

Oaneewke wrings her filthy hands together and nervously bites his lower lip.

Mylene says 'How about some water first, then I have soem good stuff.'

Mylene places the skin on the ground.

Mylene looks at you.

Oaneewke licks her cracked lips and moans quietly.

You get a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side from a shoddy haversack.

You glare icily at a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side. Sorry, it really doesn't seem bothered by you.
Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Mylene says 'The water will do your lips better.'

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Mylene nods.

Oaneewke tries to lick the inside of the mug in vain.

You whisper 'drink need...'

Mylene says 'You sure you do not wish to have a bit of water?'

Mylene pushes the skin a little closer to you.

Oaneewke screams sharply and her voices echoes through the cavern like a banshee's wail.

Whiysdan sniffs at the air curiously.

Whiysdan yells 'Smells funny in here!'

Mylene smiles happily.

Oaneewke starts and looks wildly around.

Mylene yells 'Lord! This druid here I believe is hooked on the strong stuff.'

Mylene scans north.

Oaneewke frantically starts pulling things from her sack.

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Whiysdan yells 'Ain't nothin' better to be hooked on, if you're gunna be hooked, wouldn't you agree?'

Whiysdan yells 'But...um...what's his poison?'

Mylene yells 'I'm not so sure, but she won't take any water.'

Whiysdan yells 'Her poison, what's *her* poison!'


Oaneewke gets look of triumph in her eyes as she pulls out a silver flask.

You drink whiskey from a silver embossed flask.
You feel tipsy.
It is now empty.

Oaneewke wails in utter despair.

Whiysdan yells 'Did you try booze? Whiskey probably has water in it.'

You drop a silver embossed flask.

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

You say while her hands shake 'please need something stronger'

Oaneewke claws frantically at her eyes, drawing blood from her eyelids.

Oaneewke moans quietly to herself.

Mylene yells 'I have some of the good stuff, but this seems bad.'

Mylene says 'Are you certain you want this?'

Mylene points excitedly at a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'!

Mylene drinks northern whiskey from a shot of orange scotch.

Mylene puts a shot of orange scotch in a floating chest.

Whiysdan yells 'Huh...what should we do? Do you think it'll figure itself out with time?'

Oaneewke grasps desperately for your offering.

Mylene gives you a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.

Whiysdan yells 'And now there are elves involved!'

You drink firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
You feel tipsy.

You drink firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
You feel drunk.

You drink firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
It is now empty.

Mylene puts a shot of orange scotch in a floating chest.

Whiysdan yells 'Oh wait, they were scared off, I guess.'

Oaneewke shudders in relief.

Whiysdan yells 'Probably the smell.'

Mylene says 'Feeling a bit better now?'

You say with surprising clarity 'thank you'

Whiysdan yells 'It's...earthy.'

Mylene yells 'Some firebreather seemes to have given her, her voice back.'

Mylene says 'Do you have... '

Mylene says 'have a problem?'

Whiysdan yells 'Is that a good thing?'

Oaneewke looks around with more clarity in her drunken state that she had in her sober one.

You say through a drunken haze 'not the one you think'

Mylene says 'Care to explain, I do have some more of where that came from?'

You say with surprising clarity 'I see....things..visions'

Mylene yells 'I will try to find out, I've seen good things as well as bad things come from the firebreather.'

Mylene says 'What did you see when I arrived?'

Whiysdan yells 'Oh...um...okay!'

Oaneewke shakes her head trying to remain focused.

Mylene opens the slab.

Mylene scans down.

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'you do not want to know'

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Mylene says 'I may be able to help, I've been around much in my life.'

Oaneewke bangs her clenched fists franically against her temples trying to get her eyes to focus on the now.

Mylene says 'You can do it!'

You say with surprising clarity 'I saw you dead, an axe had slit open your belly and a barbarian in furs stood over you grinning'

Mylene gently puts the stew down and nudges it closer.

Mylene winces in agony.

Oaneewke looks at the stew with some hunger in her eyes, but withdraws from it.

Mylene says 'That isn't good now, is it.'

Mylene chuckles politely.

You say with surprising clarity 'no it will only soak up the alcohol'

Mylene chuckles politely.

Mylene says 'What happened to you? Why the desire for the strong stuff?'

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'its...I ....'

You sigh.

You say somewhat meekly 'I do not know how to even begin'

Mylene says 'I've always thought it was best to start at the beginning.'

A wry little smile crosses Mylene's face.

Mylene sits down on the ground.

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'but when is that? I cannot even tell. Is it now, was it then, will it be or is at all now the beginning?'

Mylene says 'Ok then, do you remember when you were a little girl perhaps?'

You say through a drunken haze 'I see....I see it as it was. Things I knew things so long ago.'

Mylene says 'Do you remember a face, perhaps a smell?'

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'things long past, stars in the skies which no longer exist'

You say with a despairing wail 'I remember it ALL!'

Mylene grabs her notebook and looks for something quickly.

Oaneewke folds her head in her filthy hands and sobs quietly.

Oaneewke begins to lose the look of clarity in her eyes.

Mylene slowly reaches out and moves to put her stubby hand on your shoulder.

You are hungry.

Oaneewke fliches away.

Mylene says 'I don't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry'

You say with a hint of sanity 'what do you want!? WHo are you!'

Mylene says 'Perhaps some water now?'

Mylene smiles happily.

Oaneewke takes a small leather pouch from her belt and shakes it.

Oaneewke opens the decorated pouch and shakes out some pieces of bone into her filthy hands.

Oaneewke shakes her cupped filthy hands vigorously, the bones inside rattling wildly.

Oaneewke casts the bones down onto the ground and they fall into the shape of a bear, she slowly scoops up the bone fragments and mutters as she stuffs them back inside her pouch.

Oaneewke howls into the sky her voice scaling octaves and cracking.

Oaneewke closes her wild eyes a moment and whispers a prayer to the wind.

Oaneewke dances wildly waving her arms in the air.

You are hungry.

Mylene stands up.

You get a bowl of thick beef stew.

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Mylene does a little dance, while keeping an eye on you.

Oaneewke crams the stew into her mouth, spilling most of it.

You finish eating a bowl of thick beef stew.
You no longer feel hungry.

Mylene smiles happily.

Mylene says 'Here, let me look for something.'

You are sober.

You say while spinning in place 'yesterday, today, tomorrow and the next all as one!'

Mylene says 'That is quite tasty as well.'

You say as her voice cracks 'you are not born, yet you live here and are as dust!'

Oaneewke clutches a small pouch decorated with runes tightly, while glaring at you with suspicion in her manic eyes.

Mylene says 'As it comes to the earth, our lives are not very long, but the impact we can have on each other is tremendous.'

Mylene says 'So you don't remember time, or the past.'

Mylene says 'How about, what drew you to this Holy place?'

You say while spinning in place 'I am there yet I'm here but sometimes all I see is tomorrow'

You are thirsty.

You glare icily at a silver embossed flask. Sorry, it really doesn't seem bothered by you.

Mylene says 'And Tomorrow is where you see me as you described?'

Mylene looks at you.

Oaneewke grabs you by the robes, her odor brings tears to your eyes.

You are thirsty.


You say abruptly 'YES!'

Oaneewke capers around irrationally.

Oaneewke hisses between her teeth.

You are thirsty.
You are dying of thirst!
Your thirst scratches you.

Mylene says 'That skin there does have some quite tasty water.'

It is already empty.

You drop a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.

You are thirsty.
You are dying of thirst!
Your thirst scratches you.


You say with a croak 'more'

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Mylene says 'Water, yes?'

Mylene smiles happily.

Autosaving.
You are thirsty.
You are dying of thirst!
Your thirst scratches you.

Oaneewke clenches her fists. Her arms shake as she fights for control and you see blood welling between her fingers as her nails bite deep.

Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit traces a rune in the air.
A magical spring flows from the ground.

You are thirsty.
You are dying of thirst!
Your thirst scratches you.

Mylene gasps in astonishment.

Mylene thanks Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit heartily.

Mylene says 'I have a bottle of some fine wine.'

Oaneewke falls to the ground and guzzles at the spring.

Mylene says 'Only if you take a drink of water.'

You drink water from a magical spring.
The water quenches your thirst.

You drink water from a magical spring.
The water quenches your thirst.

You drink water from a magical spring.
The water quenches your thirst.

You drink water from a magical spring.
The water quenches your thirst.

Oaneewke looks at you with manic pleading in her eyes.

Mylene places the wine on the ground close to the stream.

You get a bottle of elven blackberry wine.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You do not feel thirsty.

Mylene glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.

Oaneewke breaths more easily.

Mylene says 'Perhaps the bottle was a bit much.'

Mylene's hunger hits her.

Mylene chuckles politely.

Mylene says 'Can you still speak?'

You say with surprising clarity 'better now'

Oaneewke slumps to the ground and hugs her knees tightly, rhythmically she begins to rock back and forth.

Mylene says 'So now, dear do you know your name?'

Oaneewke blinks in confusion.

Mylene says 'I will take that as a no then.'

You say with surprising clarity 'I am Oaneewke, gifted of sight in the tongue of my people'

Whiysdan yells 'Still smells funny in here...'

Mylene sniffs around.

Whiysdan yells 'Caves, you know, they...um, well, they hold smells. I think it's the lack of fresh air, personally.'

Mylene looks around in the nooks.

You say through a drunken haze 'it smells of the earth and of alcohol'

You whisper 'I can find no fault in it'

Mylene yells 'I love the smell of the caves, well unless there has been some rothe around.'

In a vain search for comfort, you hug a bottle of elven blackberry wine to yourself.

Mylene says 'Your people you mentioned, what can you tell me about them.'

Mylene says 'Perhaps that will help.'

Whiysdan yells 'Talk about stink!'

Mylene slowly puts her nose down to her armpits and then glances up.

You say through a drunken haze 'The Talath. I fear....I think they are all long dead, yet I can still see their faces and hear their laughter'

Mylene leans closer to Oaneewke and sniffs.

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Oaneewke backs away from your with a flicker of paranoia in her eyes.

Mylene says 'I have not ever heard of them.'

Mylene says 'I have heard of a village named Tir-Talath though.'

Mylene says 'Does that sound familiar?'

You say while struggling to focus 'Tir-Talath I also know this place'

You say while struggling to focus 'walls, walls and stone where once were plains'

Mylene says 'Do you think it would help to get some fresh air and look around where it is?'


You shake your head.

Mylene says 'You feel safer here?'

You say with a hint of sanity 'no no no all gone they are all gone'

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

You say with surprising clarity 'nothing is as it was'

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Mylene says 'It never is dear, It never is.'

You say while her hands shake 'and nothing is as it will be'

Whiysdan yells 'What, how do you know rothe stinks?'

You say while struggling to focus 'and all three vie for a place in front of my eyes'


Mylene yells 'I've been close to a farm and had to plug my nose, and I'm used to being around some dirty elves.'

Whiysdan yells 'But can you smell it now? Right now?'

Mylene smells the air.


Mylene yells 'It isn't the same!'

Mylene pats the ground she is on.

Mylene says 'The earth is a good thing, she is always there under your feet. I also feel at home when it is over my head.'

Whiysdan yells 'Oh sure, sure, so you know, because you've been there before, smelled it in the past, but it's still with you?'

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

You get a scrumptious pastry.

You finish eating a scrumptious pastry.
You are definitely still hungry.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

Mylene yells 'I would hope not, else I need to have my nose fixed.'

Mylene says 'So you see these things, do you seem them more clearely when you have the strong spirits?'

You shake your head.

Whiysdan yells 'You know, everytime I look down at my fat gut, it makes me chuckle. Fills my heart with memories of the past, right here in the present.'

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Whiysdan yells 'Good times are like that. I guess, so are bad ones.'

You say with a hint of sanity 'the drink the drink! Stems their assault on my senses'

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.


You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Mylene yells 'As long as there is oen good memory, it can make up for the bad ones dear Lord. At least that is what I believe.'

Whiysdan yells 'I'll drink to that!'

Mylene looks at you.

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'others lose control with alcohol's effects, but for me I gain it'

Raising a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock, Whiysdan proposes a toast.

Whiysdan gives a shot of pickle juice and whiskey to Mylene.

Oaneewke shakes her head trying to gather her wits.

Whiysdan frowns.

Mylene raises her glass.

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

You say with a hit of paranoia creeping into her voice 'perhaps I should not have come, but I could smell the drink'

Whiysdan gives you a shot of pickle juice and whiskey.

Mylene says 'Perhaps you need something else to focus on.'

You drink whiskey from a shot of pickle juice and whiskey.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Raising a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock, Whiysdan proposes a toast in your honor.
You drink whiskey from a shot of pickle juice and whiskey.

Raising her glass, Mylene proposes a toast in your honor.

You yell 'I give you thanks'

Whiysdan yells 'And I give you whiskey!'

Mylene says 'May your present be better than your past, and your future be long and prosperous.'

Mylene drinks whiskey from a shot of pickle juice and whiskey.

Whiysdan roars with laughter, the sounds echoing off of the damp cave walls.


Mylene drops a glittering stone and nudges it over your way.

Mylene drops a glittering emerald.

You get a glittering emerald.

An emerald glitters at your feet.

A glittering emerald is a treasure, made of emerald, and weighs 0 pounds 1 ounces.

Mylene says 'I find peace in the stones, this one reminds me of something I see in your eyes.'

Mylene yells 'Thank you Lord, that was the best I have ever tasted!'

Mylene puts a shot of pickle juice and whiskey in a floating chest.

Oaneewke holds up the emerald to the light and you see a fractured vision of her face. Perhaps some insight to how she sees the world.

You put a glittering emerald in a shoddy haversack.
Mylene smiles happily.

Whiysdan yells 'Some say that the pickle juice dulls the burn. I say it just brings out the lovely flavor of the whiskey. Either way, it tastes good!'

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'perhaps the Lord could help then?'

Mylene slowly floats to the ground.

You say with surprising clarity 'perhaps it was not mere chance I stumbled upon this place'

Mylene says 'I have learned much from the Lords and Lady's that watch over this land.'

Grippledank has arrived.

Throwing back his head, Grippledank cackles with insane glee!

Mylene says 'Hello there dear flame.'

Grippledank whispers 'Fire.'

Whiysdan yells 'And what have we here? Oh...the smells!'

Grippledank nods.

Mylene says 'Please try not to scare this one too much.'

Grippledank licks his lips, staring at you.

You narrow your eyes dangerously.

Mylene says 'She barely took some food from me.'


Grippledank whispers 'The weak die and feed the strong, that is her way.'

Mylene says 'I don't believe this one is weak.'

You say through a drunken haze 'all die'

Mylene gets a braised lamb shank from a floating chest.
Mylene finishes eating a braised lamb shank.

Grippledank looks at you.

A tall and slender man dressed in loose fitting and travel stained robes has
caught your attention. He leans against a long staff the head capped with a
ruby carved to resemble a torches flame. The hands which grip the staff are
delicate but covered in charred flesh. Peering under the cowl of his robe
you see that like his hands his face is also a twisted mass of scars,
possibly caused by fire. Only a few strands of loose hair poke up in the
rare patches of un-blemished skin on his scalp.The tip of his nose is
missing giving his vissage an almost skull like look as you can see into his
sinuses. The pointy tips of his ears and slant of his eyes hint at some
elven blood but given the extent of his scarring it is difficult to tell how
much.
Grippledank, a male half-drow, is in perfect health.
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Grippledank is using:
<worn on finger> a pitch-black ring
<worn on finger> a pitch-black ring
<worn around neck> a forest colored cloak
<worn around neck> the skin of an elven princess
<worn on body> a worn studded leather shirt
<worn on head> (Glowing) a halo of clarity
<worn on face> a white porcelain half-mask
<worn on legs> plate leggings decorated with red enamel (Damaged)
<worn on feet> (Red Aura) red-trimmed black adamantite plate boots (Damaged)
<worn on hands> a pair of earth-toned gloves
<worn on arms> a pair of armguards from the snow worm
<worn about body> a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist> a studded leather girth
<worn around wrist> (Red Aura) (Humming) an elven-skin bracer
<worn around wrist> a wide copper bracelet
<mainhand wielded> a dark staff of crooked walnut

Mylene says 'This one here is..'

Mylene says 'The best I can explain it, stuck in time.'

Grippledank whispers 'Perhaps he needs to burn.'

Mylene sits down and thinks deeply.

Grippledank whispers 'Purification by fire.'

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.


You say with a hit of paranoia creeping into her voice 'am I? Or are you?'

Throwing back his head, Grippledank cackles with insane glee!

Whiysdan yells 'Women everywhere! Well...there was. Now there's just...'

Autosaving.
You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Mylene says 'Well She does have enough alcohol that it would probably make it easy.'

Mylene chuckles politely.

You say while her hands shake 'flames flames'

Mylene gets a braised lamb shank from a floating chest.

Mylene drops a braised lamb shank.


You get a braised lamb shank.

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.


You finish eating a braised lamb shank.
You no longer feel hungry.
Mylene nudges it closer.

You stand up.

Oaneewke circles aimlessly for a moment.

Mylene yells 'There is nothing wrong with some beautiful women having a good discussion.'

Whiysdan yells 'I couldn't agree more!'

Grippledank yells 'The Flame is no woman.'

Whiysdan yells 'Right, that was my point!'

Oaneewke moans as her eyes roll in her head as she fixes Grippledank with a ferocious gaze.

You say rapidly 'dust dust dust'

Grippledank whispers 'Watch gaze or Flame burn it to ash.'

Mylene looks at Grippledank.

You say while spinning in place 'you are already dust worms and food for the crow!'

Mylene says to you 'This one means his words. That I know. '

Grippledank whispers 'This one eating bad fungus?'

Mylene says to Grippledank 'She saw me dead with my stomach cut open.'

You say in a shuddering breath 'not a spark not a cinder doused the ocean of time!'

Whiysdan traces a rune in the air.
You are shielded from fire.

Mylene says 'I've had some bad fungus in my days, but it's never done anything like this.'

Whiysdan winks at Grippledank.

Oaneewke guzzles at the wine.

Mylene says 'She wouldn't even talk with me untill she got some wine.'

Grippledank gives you an elixir of magical dissipation.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.


Grippledank seems to relax and his movements return to normal speed.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.
Grippledank whispers 'An ancient lives in the Flame.'

Whiysdan says to Grippledank 'You might as well get drunk, too!'

Oaneewke hisses between her teeth.

Whiysdan gives a shot of pickle juice and whiskey to Grippledank.

Raising a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock, Whiysdan proposes a toast.

Grippledank whispers 'The flame does not partake in the trappings of civilization.'

You say to Grippledank 'what do you know of the ancients!'

Whiysdan eyes Grippledank in disgust and grunts with indignation.

Grippledank says to you 'They are elusive.'

Mylene says 'There has been spirits before civilization was around, at least that is what I have read.'

Grippledank says to you 'Older then the gods.'

Grippledank says to you 'The very essence of her creations.'

You say while struggling to focus 'little do you know'

Whiysdan whacks Grippledank on the head with a small black sack filled with heavy gem dust. Ouch.
Whiysdan's blackjack wounds Grippledank.
Grippledank yells 'Help! I've been blackjacked by Whiysdan!'

Grippledank growls.

Mylene winces in agony.

Whiysdan grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.

You say with a hit of paranoia creeping into her voice 'the Talath were their children, favoured of the Eagle her gaze watched over us'

Whiysdan traces a rune in the air.
Whiysdan puts Grippledank into a deep healing sleep.

Mylene chuckles politely.

Mylene looks at Grippledank.

You say almost wistfully 'but now, do any remember? So much destruction'

Mylene says 'There is too much destruction goign on.'

Mylene says 'Perhaps that is why you were sent here.'

You say while her hands shake 'does he really know of them?'

Whiysdan drips a few drops of his best whiskey into Grippledank's open mouth.

Mylene chuckles politely.

Whiysdan throws back his head and laughs into the night.

A wry little smile crosses Mylene's face.

You say while her hands shake 'their presence seems to far'

Oaneewke reaches for her bottle of wine.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Whiysdan traces a rune in the air.

Oaneewke breathes more easily.

Grippledank awakens, cured of all ailments and looking fully refreshed.

Whiysdan traces a rune in the air.

Mylene says 'He would know of them the best, There are many of the Outlanders.'

You say through a drunken haze 'Outlander....I have heard this name'

Whiysdan bats his eyelashes innocently at Grippledank.

Mylene says 'I have known many through my life.'

Grippledank rubs the back of his charred head

Mylene says 'They fight strong and know some of the best stories.'

You say through a drunken haze 'I found a Centaur who stood guard over a place, but there were none within. I thought it deserted.'

Whiysdan motions towards Grippledank's lips.


Mylene chuckles politely.

Whiysdan says to Grippledank 'Got a little something...er...nevermind. I must be seeing things.'

Whiysdan nods wisely.

Grippledank whispers 'The Flame hears the Whiysdan is the lord of luck.'


Whiysdan traces a rune in the air.
Grippledank flashes a captivating look of confidence and a certain flair.


A Peaceful Recess of Bliss
This small alcove is made of smooth, gray stone and consists of only a small
altar. Narrow and cramped, it is a place for prayer and thought. Thirteen
stars made of rubies line the top of the small sanctum, and thirteen pieces
of jasmine incense are always kept burning to honor the Lucky Lord of the
Svirfneblin. Shining slightly, the ruby stars emit a soft, red glow that is
both soothing and relaxing. The beautiful red light provides a brilliant
contrast to the white marble that the altar has been carved from. Simple and
calming, just being in this quaint stone recess is peaceful and serene.
There is a stone slab underfoot.


A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A jigger of the 'Good Stuff' has been left here.
A lovely silver flask embossed with a simple design lies here.
A dried chunk of wrinkled skin lays on the ground.
(Red Aura) (Translucent) (WANTED) Grippledank the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) The earth shapes itself into a balanced pattern around the svirfneblin Mylene.
(Whirling Blades) (Translucent) (White Aura) Garbed in heavy, red robes, Ackohin stands here uttering soft prayers.

Grippledank whispers 'And the flame was born without any.'

Whiysdan waves a hand in Grippledank's direction, as if to dismiss him.

Mylene says 'No luck dear flame? There is always luck.'

Whiysdan says to Grippledank 'Lies!'

You say to Grippledank 'you then are of the Outlanders?'

Looking toward Mylene, Whiysdan nods wisely.

Grippledank nods at you in agreement.

Oaneewke begins to loose the focus in her eyes.

Grippledank whispers 'Perhaps only bad luck.'

A wry little smile crosses Mylene's face.

Oaneewke bangs her clenched fists franically against her temples trying to get her eyes to focus on the now.

Whiysdan grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel tipsy.
You do not feel thirsty.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Whiysdan tries to give you something, but your hands are too full.

Mylene chuckles politely.

You say to Grippledank 'and they pray still to the Ancients?'

Grippledank nods at you in agreement.

A small bottle filled with a noxious elixir sits here.

An elixir of magical dissipation is a potion, made of glass, and weighs 1 pounds 0 ounces.

You put an elixir of magical dissipation in a shoddy haversack.

Grippledank whispers 'But the ancients are not like the gods.'

Mylene sits back to listen.

You say with a hint of sanity 'I know well of the Ancient ones'

You say with a hit of paranoia creeping into her voice 'my people give them reverence'

Grippledank whispers 'They are not as concerned with the matters of men.'

Oaneewke pauses as a look of pain crosses her face.

Grippledank whispers 'More with their essence, fire, air, life.'

You say with a hit of paranoia creeping into her voice 'gave them'

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Mylene says to Grippledank 'Perhaps it is good you came here. She seems to be responding to you maybe more than the alcohol.'

You say to Mylene 'more luck?'

Grippledank whispers 'The Flame came for the Mylene'

Mylene says 'Were you going to try to burn me dear flame?'

Oaneewke looks at you and an almost lucid smile flickers across her face.

Grippledank whispers 'You would be ash already.'

A wry little smile crosses Mylene's face.

Mylene says 'I do suppose that may have been, perhaps it is my luck.'

Mylene smiles happily.

You say to Mylene 'a favour then?'

Mylene nods at you in agreement.

You say to Mylene 'stay away from barbarian's with axes for a while'

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

Mylene says to you 'Oh, I do plan on doing so.'

Mylene says 'I ask one in return.'

Mylene says 'When things start to feel like they are splitting your head open, remember that stone I gave ya.'

Mylene says 'It may not work for you, but sometimes I can feel the land speak through them.'

Mylene says 'It isn't as direct as our talk, but I still feel it.'

Mylene nods.

You say with surprising clarity 'I shall try, perhaps through its lens I can find clarity'

Grippledank whispers 'Seek the flame for such.'

Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit closes his eyes with a look of concentration for a moment.

Grippledank utters the words, 'qaihfar hgruigrjqunsoqz'.
Grippledank flickers between translucence, normality, and nothingness briefly.

Grippledank beckons Mylene to follow.

Mylene says 'A moment.'

Oaneewke begins to loose the focus in her eyes.

Mylene yells 'Dear Lord, thank you for your time, and I will try to keep an eye out for this one.'

Mylene utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Mylene turns translucent.

Mylene joins Grippledank's group.

Grippledank leaves north.
Mylene leaves north.

You say with a hint of sanity 'passion may save me then'
Ackohin calls out to an acolyte to take you to the Pulpit of Passion.
The acolyte nods peacefully and blindfolds you.
She takes you by the arm and leads you thirteen paces straight downward.
Removing your blindfold, the acolyte smiles at you.
Pointing out the inscription on the pulpit, she nods quietly and leaves you.
As she leaves, she closes the granite passageway to the south.
The Pulpit of Passion
This simple stone room is carved of smooth and highly polished granite. Very
small and confined, it is clear that it is meant to be a solitary place of
reflection and deep thought. A single gray stone podium stands in the middle
of the room not more than two feet high. Along the walls of the room,
numerous carvings have been cut into the hard granite. As if standing in a
group together, each of the different races are represented. Further
examination reveals that there are thirteen members of each of the different
races carved, all of them standing together in a very loose line. The podium
is situated so that it is facing out to all of the carvings. There is a
small inscription carved into the base of the pulpit, which is surrounded by
thirteen golden jugs of frothy ale. Thirteen small candles are kept
constantly lit alined all along the base of each wall giving this place a
dim and calming light.



"The holy ale of Lord Whiysdan is kept in a large, golden jug and has been
blessed with divine power to alert his acolytes of your desire to leave the
pulpit."


Constructed of smooth, gray stone, and no more than two feet tall, a small
podium stands in the middle of the room. With its back to granite slab
behind it, the pulpit faces out towards the carvings and all eyes are focused
toward the podium. Thirteen golden jugs of ale have been lined up around the
base, one being much bigger than the rest.

People near you:
Whiysdan The Lucky Hall of Thirteen
(PK) Oaneewke The Pulpit of Passion


You yell 'Lord Whiysdan is it more than luck that brought me here?'

Thirteen members of each of the different races of Thera have been carved
into the granite to the north. All of their eyes have been focused upon the
center of the pulpit, giving it great attention. There is a look of awe on
each of the faces as if hearing a passionate tale of inspiration. Along the
base of the wall, thirteen candles keep the images constantly lit in a soft,
white glow.

Whiysdan yells 'There is always more!'

Whiysdan yells 'But luck is a good first step, wouldn't you agree?'

Mylene yells 'Oh very much so dear Lord, Ever since I have left the caves I have felt it.'

You yell 'it has not favoured me much in my life, perhaps with your guidance that may change'

Thirteen members of each of the different races of Thera have been carved
into the granite walls. All of their eyes have been focused upon the
center of the pulpit, giving it great attention. There is a look of awe on
each of the faces as if hearing a passionate tale of inspiration.

The Pulpit of Passion
This simple stone room is carved of smooth and highly polished granite. Very
small and confined, it is clear that it is meant to be a solitary place of
reflection and deep thought. A single gray stone podium stands in the middle
of the room not more than two feet high. Along the walls of the room,
numerous carvings have been cut into the hard granite. As if standing in a
group together, each of the different races are represented. Further
examination reveals that there are thirteen members of each of the different
races carved, all of them standing together in a very loose line. The podium
is situated so that it is facing out to all of the carvings. There is a
small inscription carved into the base of the pulpit, which is surrounded by
thirteen golden jugs of frothy ale. Thirteen small candles are kept
constantly lit alined all along the base of each wall giving this place a
dim and calming light.



People near you:
Whiysdan The Lucky Hall of Thirteen
(PK) Oaneewke The Pulpit of Passion
Mylene A Peaceful Recess of Bliss


One by one, thirteen teeth pop into view as Lord Whiysdan appears, a large smile on his face.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.
You are hungry.
You feel tipsy.

You drink port from a bottle of elven blackberry wine.

Whiysdan rubs his fat gut with a smile.

Mylene yells 'If you ever need someone to speak with, my ears are always open.'

You peer closely at a bottle of elven blackberry wine, inspecting its quality.

You drop a bottle of elven blackberry wine.

Whiysdan says to you 'Cheers!'

Whiysdan gives you a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.

Raising a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock, Whiysdan proposes a toast.

You gasp in astonishment.

Whiysdan winks suggestively at you.

You say with a hint of sanity 'this mug!'

Whiysdan says to you 'It's the hard stuff, so...'

Whiysdan nods wisely.

Mylene yells 'Granted sometimes my duties may interrupt that but I try to help as best I can, that is all we can do.'

You say while struggling to focus 'a falcon gave me one just like it!'

You drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel drunk.
You do not feel thirsty.

You say with surprising clarity 'its contents got me through some dark days'

Whiysdan says to you 'It's a lucky brew, that much is true.'

Whiysdan smiles at you.

You say in a slurred but focused voice 'is this my path then I wonder'

You ponder the question.

Oaneewke takes a small leather pouch from her belt and shakes it.

Whiysdan yells 'Don't pay attention to that stinky, smoky fella. Strange one, him.'

Oaneewke opens the decorated pouch and shakes out some pieces of bone into her filthy hands.

Oaneewke shakes her cupped filthy hands vigorously, the bones inside rattling wildly.

Oaneewke casts the bones down onto the ground and they fall into the shape of the horns of a stag, she slowly scoops up the bone fragments and drools slightly as she stuffs them back inside her pouch.

Whiysdan shrugs his tiny shoulders.

Oaneewke howls into the sky her voice scaling octaves and cracking.

Oaneewke closes her wild eyes a moment and whispers a prayer to the wind.

Oaneewke dances wildly waving her arms in the air.

Whiysdan says to you 'I dunno, I guess only time will tell.'

Whiysdan tells you 'Time is like that, but...well, you know know that.'

Whiysdan waves his hand in a dismissive manner.

You say while struggling to focus 'the stag's horns, many paths, many outcomes'

The Pulpit of Passion
This simple stone room is carved of smooth and highly polished granite. Very
small and confined, it is clear that it is meant to be a solitary place of
reflection and deep thought. A single gray stone podium stands in the middle
of the room not more than two feet high. Along the walls of the room,
numerous carvings have been cut into the hard granite. As if standing in a
group together, each of the different races are represented. Further
examination reveals that there are thirteen members of each of the different
races carved, all of them standing together in a very loose line. The podium
is situated so that it is facing out to all of the carvings. There is a
small inscription carved into the base of the pulpit, which is surrounded by
thirteen golden jugs of frothy ale. Thirteen small candles are kept
constantly lit alined all along the base of each wall giving this place a
dim and calming light.


A thin bottle of elven blackberry wine rests here.
Fat and jolly, Lord Whiysdan radiates both luck and the smell of a brewery.


Whiysdan says 'So!'

You drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel drunk.

Whiysdan wags a fat finger with a smile.

Whiysdan says 'There's something I'd like for you to do for me, if you don't mind?'

You say through a drunken haze 'I would be my honor'

Whiysdan taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Whiysdan says 'Well, more than that, I think it'll sort things out for us.'

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Whiysdan says 'So it's not really a favor for me, per se, but well, for both of us!'

Whiysdan nods wisely.

Oaneewke crouches low and listens.

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Whiysdan twirls some whiskey around in a shot glass and turns it back, taking in the entire contents in one, massive gulp.

Whiysdan licks his mouth and smiles.

Whiysdan says 'So, I'd like for you to bring me thirteen things.'

Whiysdan wags a single finger at you again.

Whiysdan says '_Enpowerment stuff_'

You ponder the question.

Oaneewke scratches her head, causing several things to fall loose and a small bird to take flight in panic.

Whiysdan counts aloud, one-by-one on his thirteen fingers.

Whiysdan says 'Thirteen things.'

Autosaving.
You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Oaneewke smiles as a small bird settles back into its place in her wild hair.

You say through a drunken haze '_Empowerment talk_'

You are hungry.
You are starving!
Your hunger scratches you.

Whiysdan gives you a half-cooked rack of venison.

You finish eating a half-cooked rack of venison.
You start to feel full.

Whiysdan smiles happily.

Oaneewke washes down the venison with a swig of wine.

Whiysdan says to you 'I figured you'd like something less...well, you know.'

You drink white wine from an unopened bottle of wine.
You feel tipsy.

You drink white wine from an unopened bottle of wine.
You feel tipsy.

Whiysdan shrugs his tiny shoulders.

Whiysdan says 'But!'

Whiysdan says 'There is something hidden in what I have asked you to do.'

You drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel drunk.

You perk up your ears and listen.

Whiysdan says '_Empowerment quest talk_'

Whiysdan says 'I will leave you to think on it and we will discuss it, next we talk.'

Whiysdan says 'But first!'

Whiysdan motions for you to be very still.

Oaneewke counts on her emaciated fingers.

Oaneewke looks down with a restrained look of panic in her eyes.

Oaneewke tries not to sway too much.

Whiysdan snaps his fingers and thirty-nine shots of golden whiskey appear over your head. With a wink of his right eye, all of them turn over at once, dousing you.

You have been empowered by the gods.

Whiysdan rolls over on his side, laughing hysterically.

Oaneewke tries to calm a very upset little bird in her hair.

Whiysdan mutters to himself and rolls to his feet.

Oaneewke holds up her thin hands, flexing them as she feels new strength flowing through her.

Autosaving.

You whisper 'thank you'

Whiysdan wiggles his thirteen fingers at you with a jolly laugh, helping to calm the bird in your hair.

Whiysdan smiles at you.

Whiysdan says to you 'There is something else.'

You nod at Whiysdan.

Whiysdan yells 'The *most* important part!'

Whiysdan licks a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock. How disgusting!

Oaneewke leans towards you.

Whiysdan leans in close, careful not to disturb the bird once more.

Whiysdan whispers to you 'The most important thing: you will meet many people on your travels, see many things...'

Whiysdan whispers to you 'Through it all, you must remember, you must *always* remember!'

Whiysdan leans his head back, laughing loudly.

Whiysdan yells 'HAVE FUN!'

Oaneewke realizes she is holding her breath.

Oaneewke lets loose her breath with a chuckle.

You drink firebreather from a pewter mug of bubbling liquid with the number thirteen set in jewels on the side.
You feel drunk.

Whiysdan rolls over on his side once more in a fit of giggles.

Whiysdan rolls himself to his feet.

Whiysdan rubs his fat gut and winks at you.

Whiysdan says to you 'A toast!'

Raising a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock, Whiysdan proposes a toast in your honor.

You stop using a gleaming moonstone-studded leather shield.
You hold an unopened bottle of wine in your hands.

Whiysdan says to you 'My the luck of the thirteen always be with you!'

Whiysdan drinks whiskey from a shot of the Lucky Lord's private stock.

You drink white wine from an unopened bottle of wine.


You drink white wine from an unopened bottle of wine.

You stop using an unopened bottle of wine.

You wear a slime-covered shield made of a charcoal dragonscale as a shield.


Whiysdan wipes his mouth on his armguards, smiling wide.


Lord Whiysdan rubs his large belly chuckling loudly and winks at you before disappearing instantly.



Oaneewke curls up in the roots of a tree and sleeps.