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Tristhana (Anonymous)Thu 29-Apr-21 10:28 AM
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#3639, "RE: Ardenwood Final Event Log"


          

Tristhana winces at that.

Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.

Scyreth snorts.

Veldren says 'Thiinkiin' II beetteer ooff bloooody foorgeettiin''

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
You say 'I liked the me I didn't remember better than...'

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

nod Veldren
You nod at Veldren.

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'What happened, children?'

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'What happened to your happy family?'

Scyreth says 'Scyreth not your child.'

Umbrand says to you 'Better than the sweet girl that cared about other people?'
You say 'The manor burned. We burned. You died.'

Veldren says 'Thiiss sshiitee buurneed doown, II reemeembeer thaat'

Ansellus grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'In that order, children?'

You no longer feel in control of your translucence.

Ansellus says quietly 'I barely have that'

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Or were you always mere squatters in a poor, dead old lady's home?'

frown
What's bothering you?

Vizgrathol says 'The latter, evidently.'

Scyreth grins evilly.


You say 'Were you always so mean? Some mother figure you are.'

Umbrand says 'I think perhaps you passed on first.. the children came after, looking for a home,
somewhere to be safe in this dreadful city.'

Vizgrathol fades out of existence.

Vizgrathol says 'This city churns out desperation like a mill grinds flour.'







Some unleavened bread appears before Umbrand.

Umbrand gets some unleavened bread.

Umbrand finishes eating some unleavened bread.

Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You should not have been able to reason that out, so-called Umbrand.'

You cackle gleefully.

You say 'So called.'

You smirk.

Vizgrathol shrugs in response to Umbrand's question.

Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.

Zorellaia drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia.

Zorellaia puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia in a large saddle bag.

Scyreth sniffs at the air surrounding Umbrand.

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

Scyreth says 'Him always smelled so called.'

Ansellus finishes eating a side of deer venison.

Umbrand says 'It is who I am. Who I am now, at least. Though.. not the one hanging on your wall, I think.'

Ansellus nods at Umbrand.

You say 'What else is there to recall though?'

frown
What's bothering you?

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.

]
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Veldren looks down at his empty mug and curses loudly.

Veldren drops a cold mug of beer.

Veldren gets a cold mug of beer from a leather sack.

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Tristhana glances to the doorway to the west.

Scyreth slowly floats to the ground.

Veldren says to you 'Thee fiiree waass bloooody reeaal, II reemeembeer 'eem flaameess'

Zorellaia stands up.

Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.

Ansellus says 'So do I.'

Veldren says 'EEveen iif 'eem weereen't naatuuraal'

Ansellus runs his outstretched fingers through his hair, moving the strands behind his pointed ear.

You turn translucent.

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Vizgrathol says 'The basement.'

nod
You nod.

Scyreth says 'Scyreth remember a fire and a wagon.'

Scyreth sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Vizgrathol is right.'

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.

]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Ansellus blinks a few times.

Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.

Vizgrathol drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf
priestess.

Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.

Veldren says 'Fiirsst tiimee foor eeveerythiin''
Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.

A stream of fresh, cold water pours from Vizgrathol's index finger into a crude water skin made from
the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess.

Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.

Andreste finishes eating some beef jerky meat.

A sullen expression overcomes Vizgrathol, as he pouts toward Veldren.

Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.

]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

You say 'Should we go, then?'

ponder
You ponder the question.
Andreste pulls at the locked door trying to get it open.

Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.

Veldren now follows you.



l
Scyreth drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Lonfedric.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.

]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.

Veldren says to you 'Leeaad oon, Tiissssiiee'

Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.

open w
The door is locked.

With nothing better to say, you grunt something vague.

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Where will you go?'

Ansellus smirks.

Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.




Andreste finishes eating some beef jerky meat.

Vizgrathol says 'Goodness. Isn't that the question?'

Zorellaia stands up.

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

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Vizgrathol says 'We are locked in here, with no way out after all.'

Throwing back his head, Ansellus cackles with insane glee!

Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Waaiit, wee bloooody loockeed iin?'

Tristhana murmurs a quiet prayer to Morius.

Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.

Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.

Ansellus says 'We are, we are, we are.'

You say to Veldren 'Try the door.'

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.

]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

look all
You look north: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look south: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look east: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look west: A door leads out into dry darkness.
You look up: Sheets of black mold hang from the ceilings.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.

Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.

l wallpaper
You do not see that here.

Zorellaia stands up.

Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Vizgrathol says 'The key does not fit the inside lock for some reason.'

Andreste holds some bone lock picks in his hands.

Veldren curses angrily as his checks his stock of alcohol.

mumble
You mumble something incoherent.

Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.

Andreste stops using some bone lock picks.

Umbrand says 'Calm down, all of you. Panicking solves nothing.'

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

Throwing back its head, Nelcidra Ardenwood cackles with insane glee!

You say to Umbrand 'Anger isn't panic.'

Umbrand says 'Nelcidra.. why do you keep us here?'

You say 'You dolt. Wish you'd hop back in your painting.'

Umbrand says to you 'Yes, Tristhana, it is.'

Scyreth swats the cup off the nightstand.

Ansellus says 'Where is here, where is here?'

Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.

Umbrand gets a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin from the girdle of endless space.

Umbrand drinks water from a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin.

Umbrand puts a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin in the girdle of endless space.


Veldren says to you 'IIf yeer waanteed too maakee yeer moovee, noow thee tiimee Tiissssiiee, hee
traappeed heeree wiith uuss'
You say 'Organia? The eye saw us... then we were taken here.'

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

You say 'Or the altar...'

Vizgrathol says 'That is probable.'

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Why don't you just imagine the door is unlocked?'

The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.


Andreste chuckles politely.

Tristhana closes her eyes and imagines.

You say 'Oh!'

Ansellus shudders at the thought.

You drink water from a water skin.
You do not feel thirsty.



You finish eating a string of spicy sausages.
You start to feel full.

You finish eating a string of spicy sausages.
You feel completely full.

Veldren says 'Waaiit, thiiss dooeess bloooody feeeel liikee OOrgaaniiaa...'

Vizgrathol nods at Veldren.

Scyreth nods.

Scyreth scans his surroundings.

Zorellaia stands up.

Vizgrathol says 'An astute observation. Like the Outer Veil, actually.'

Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.

Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Well, there we are.'

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Vizgrathol says 'All filled with eyeballs and tentacles and the like.'

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.


A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

shiver
Brrrrrrrrr. You shiver uncomfortably.

Veldren says 'Yeer ssaayiin' wee greew uup iin thiiss plaacee oof bloooody dreeaamss?'

Vizgrathol says 'Born aloft here upon the dust of dreams.'

picking gleaming sand from the ashes.
You say 'But it could not have always been in Organia... we heard of workers cleaning up the place, picking gleaming sand from the ashes.'

Scyreth finishes eating a handful of mountain berries.

Scyreth finishes eating a handful of mountain berries.

Vizgrathol says 'Oh, the manor we saw was not the same one we are within.'

Zorellaia stands up.

The harsh glare cast by Zorellaia's eyes is momentarily interrupted by a ruddy glow.

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Vizgrathol says 'We have been lured here obviously.'

Umbrand says 'It is where we are now. The real manor was destroyed in the fire, after all.'


Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Yeer sseeeem too knoow aa loot, Viizz, ssoomeethiin' yeer noot teelliin' uuss?'

Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.

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

You say to Veldren 'He's using his mage-brains.'

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
You say 'Very potent.'

Andreste says 'I think a couple of us know more than we are saying.'

Veldren says to you 'AAiin't ssoo pooteent wiith sspeeaar iin 'eem'

Vizgrathol shrugs indifferently.

You whisper to Vizgrathol 'Do you know anything else?'

l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.


A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Zorellaia stands up.

Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.

Vizgrathol says to you 'Probably.'

Tristhana rolls her eyes.

Strange sounds come from the master bedroom.

l
Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.


(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.

The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.


(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Vizgrathol leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.

]
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.

Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.

]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Vizgrathol leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.

]
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.

The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.

Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.


A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.

Ansellus has arrived.

Umbrand has arrived.

Scyreth has arrived.

You say 'Not this again.'

Vizgrathol comforts you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Ansellus sighs in your direction.

Andreste takes a seat on his old cot.

Scyreth peeks under a cot and sniffs the air.

Ansellus looks at Andreste.

Tristhana sits on the ground and reaches up to her scalp, pulling out hair after hair.

sit
You sit down.

Vizgrathol fades out of existence.

Ansellus glances out the window, his eyes falling into memories of nothingness.

Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.

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The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.


A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

look all
You look north: An ornate dresser of polished walnut wood has been scratched up and left with
its drawers open to display an assortment of odd collectibles.
You look south: The head of this great bed rests against the southern wall.
You look east: A doorway leads back out into the hallway, where the smiling visage of a man
in a large portrait appears to keep an unblinking vigil over this room.
Somehow, it seems comforting.
You look west: Three large windows are set into the wall, each partially boarded up.
You look up: The plaster ceiling is painted with vines and flowers.
You look down: Severely threadbare and soiled rugs are lain over a hard wooden floor, which
itself has become worn and splintered in places.

Scyreth glances out the door at the portrait.

Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.

l dresser
A few raggedy cloth dolls are stuffed into the corner of one drawer. Nearby,
several crispy leaves intertwine. One drawer is entirely full of rocks -
rough and non-precious but glimmering specimens of pyrite and quartz-flecked
stones of various colors. In another drawer, a couple of copper coins and a
broken black steel gauntlet rest alongside some stained linens. A partially
crushed black steel helmet of the type worn by Seantryn patrolmen sits nearby.

Vizgrathol peers around himself intently.

Ehrlon, covered in blood, appears in the doorway, cradling Ansellus in his arms.

Ansellus growls.

He calms his breathing and steps gingerly between the cots, placing Ansellus in his cot.

Scyreth blinks a few times.

Ansellus' eyes are half-open and cloudy, his skin pale.

Ansellus whispers 'I knew this was coming.'

For a brief moment, he stares out the window. A pinkish light illuminates his face as motes of
energy snow down outside. Other children begin to stir.

Ansellus glares around himself.

Ehrlon soon looks back down at Ansellus and bites his lip until it bleeds, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

Vizgrathol says 'Ah, there it is.'

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Ansellus says 'I knew it.'

Ehrlon runs out of the room, returning moments later with a jug of oil. He pours it over Ansellus,
and all over the floor.

He lights a match, and then screams.

Ansellus says 'I KNEW IT'

Scyreth snorts.
"Fire! Fire! Everybody out!"

Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.

Smoke fills the room.

Someone says 'He was always an excellent liar.'

Flames and smoke roar through the aged manor, and you can hear children cough and scream!

Ansellus shudders at the thought.

You say 'Why... why would he?'

Vizgrathol says 'He killed Ansellus and attempted to cover it up.'

Vizgrathol says '...With a perfectly mundane fire.'

Scyreth says 'Some just want to see kids burn.'

Veldren watches on quietly, face dark, slowly sipping beer.

Ansellus says 'To cover up his use of magic.'

Vizgrathol says 'It was an accident, it seems.'

Ansellus snorts derisively at Vizgrathol.

Vizgrathol says 'What a fool he was.'

Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.

Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.

Zorellaia stands up.

Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.

Veldren says to Ansellus 'SSoo iif yeer deeaad, thee heell yeer sstaandiin' heeree wiith uuss?'

Scyreth looks at Ansellus.
Ansellus boggles at Veldren.

Andreste looks at Ansellus.

You say 'Dreams and shadows.'

Vizgrathol says 'Children do stupid things when they are afraid. Adults too.'

Ansellus says 'Hells if I know. You know what his guild was.'

You say 'Like... someone.'

l Zorellaia
The dark skin on this female drow is almost glowing shining ebony dark.
Her build is rather slight and all the features are slim, from tender
arms to the pointed small nose. The dark eyes are another shade of
black, this one more haunting somehow, the pale black abyss behind them.
One immediately noticeable feature is a jagged deep scar running
across her throat, from a seemingly fatal deep wound.
The figure stands about five and a half feet tall, but does not
seem small, whether it be presence or demeanor of the silver-haired
dark woman with no prominent muscles to speak of.
There are unnatural thin shadows surrounding her frame.
Zorellaia, a female dark-elf, is in perfect health.

Zorellaia is using:
(Glowing) a spider ring
(Glowing) a spider ring
a living Boa Constrictor
a moonstone choker
a black studded leather vest
a pagan mask shaped in the visage of an eagle
ice crystals that emanate plumes of frost
troll hide leggings
a pair of black leather boots with red stitching
(Glowing) some leather gloves with black inscriptions
some black leather sleeves with red stitching
a robe of living vines
a wide, black leather belt
an aquamarine bracelet
hardened moss troll hide bracer
the blade of cold iron named "Sterile Prayer"
a shield from the hide of a snow worm

Veldren says to Ansellus 'Yeer ssaayiin' yeer ssoomee kiind oof bloooody zoombiiee?'

Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.

Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.

Throwing back his head, Ansellus cackles with insane glee!

Veldren says to Ansellus 'IIn thee daamneed Viillaagee!?'

Ansellus says 'Who knows, Veldren? I still don't.'

You say to Ansellus 'That's kind of cool, if you are.'

smirk
You smirk.

Vizgrathol says 'Ehrlon does.'

Umbrand says to Veldren 'Calm down, Veldren. None of us know what any of this means.. not yet.'

Veldren says to you 'SShuut iit, Tiissssiiee'

Umbrand says 'But I can assure you.. Ansellus is not a zombie.'

Zorellaia says 'Zombie's hut. They should turn it into a friggin museum'

Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.

You say 'Says the dream of a portrait.'

snort
You snort.

Veldren says to Umbrand 'Yeer woouuld knoow, yeer aa daamneed paaiintiin' coomee too liifee'

agree Veldren
You nod agreeably at Veldren.

Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.

Ansellus says 'I feel, I bleed. They don't bleed.'

Umbrand says 'I've seen a few zombies. They're hard to miss.'

Vizgrathol says to Ansellus 'We all bleed.'

Ansellus laughs heartily.

Scyreth looks at Ansellus.

Ansellus says to Vizgrathol 'So we're all zombies?'

Umbrand says 'They don't say that they aren't zombies either.'

Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.

Vizgrathol says to Ansellus 'False equivocation.'

Tristhana scribbles some notes on a parchment with a prolonged sigh.

Scyreth says to Ansellus 'But have burns!'

Vizgrathol looks at Ansellus.

Ansellus nods at Scyreth.

Ansellus says 'That I do'

Erithan says 'You all must be wondering why you're here.'

l Erithan
You do not see that here.

Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.

Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.

Andreste smiles at Erithan.

l
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.

This area is burning!


A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.

Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.

l Erithan
You do not see that here.

Veldren curses loudly.

Veldren says 'Thoouught yeer aarssee waass deeaad'

Scyreth glances at Erithan and sniffs the air.

Umbrand says 'Erithan, is that you?'

Erithan says 'Your first mistake was believing that my arse is my arse.'

Vizgrathol says 'I don't mean to be a bother, but the room actively aflame while we have our
conversation.'

Ansellus laughs heartily.

Ansellus says 'Oh yess'

Erithan says 'It is, yes.'

Veldren leans over to peer behind Erithan.

Erithan says 'Or...'

Erithan says 'I suppose it isn't.'

Vizgrathol says 'Also true.'

Vizgrathol smirks.

Erithan says 'There are no flames and there is no room.'

You say 'Fire for them, memories for us.'

Vizgrathol says 'Perception and belief. Smoke and shadow.'

You grumble distractedly to yourself.

Ansellus says 'Who's head are we in, then?'

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Erithan says 'All of yours. None of yours?'

Zorellaia says 'It's not in the head, it's in the arse'

Zorellaia giggles with pleasure.

Vizgrathol says 'But it is material enough to impress upon us, yess?'

Erithan says 'A collective dream.'

Veldren says 'Thiiss baasstaard sspeeaakiin' iin ciirclee liikee thaat daamneed SSuunwaardeen'

Erithan says 'The realm of Dreams.'

Zorellaia stands up.

Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Scyreth says 'Scyreth dont dream.'

Vizgrathol nods at you in agreement.

Scyreth snorts.

Tristhana shivers.

Erithan says 'You do now.'

Erithan smiles happily.

Scyreth cocks his head sideways.

Scyreth utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.

Zorellaia stands up.

Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.

Erithan says 'I'm afraid that some of you...'

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Zorellaia says 'Will not wake up'

Andreste looks at himself.

Vizgrathol fades out of existence.

Erithan says 'Some of you were never meant to leave here.'

glare Zorellaia
Ansellus giggles with pleasure.

You glare icily at her.

Ansellus says 'Burning again and again, joy is me'

Veldren says 'Yeeh? Try aand sstoop mee, yeer coouuldn't liikee tiimee II guutteed yeer aarssee'

Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.

Vizgrathol says 'What a bother.'

Scyreth says to Umbrand 'That mean you. Scyreth never remember this place.'

Vizgrathol says 'I am simply far too busy to die, you see.'

Erithan says 'Die?'


Zorellaia says 'We're all long dead'

Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.

Erithan says 'You never lived.'

Zorellaia bonks Vizgrathol on the head for being such an utter moron.

Erithan says 'Or never were supposed to, anyway.'

Zorellaia stands up.

You say 'Lies.'

Umbrand says 'That is where you are wrong, Erithan.'

Zorellaia sits down and rests.

Veldren says 'Thee heell yeer ssaayiin'?'

Veldren says 'SSpeeaak sstraaiight'

Umbrand says 'We've all lived our lives, made our own choices. Whatever we came from.. we all lived.'

Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.

Ansellus gets some stale bread from a cowhide knapsack.

Ansellus finishes eating some stale bread.

Erithan points excitedly at Andreste!

Erithan says 'Real.'

Andreste looks at himself.

Erithan points excitedly at Scyreth!

Erithan says 'Unreal.'

Vizgrathol says 'The circumstances of birth are irrelevant. That which was born of passion bears a life of its own.'

Erithan points at you.

Scyreth snorts.
You point at Vizgrathol.

Erithan says 'Real.'
You say 'Yay!'

You beam with pride at your recent success.

Erithan points excitedly at Vizgrathol!

Erithan says 'Unreal.'

Sweeping his cloak behind him, Vizgrathol bows deeply.

Veldren says 'Whaat'

frown
What's bothering you?

Vizgrathol says to Veldren 'Fire is hot.'

Scyreth says 'Lies!'

You say to Vizgrathol 'You're my favorite unreal ever.'

Erithan points excitedly at Veldren!

Vizgrathol says to Veldren 'Very very hot.'

Andreste's thirst hits him.

Erithan says 'Real.'

Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.

Veldren wanders over to stand between Vizgrathol and Erithan, his spear lowered.

Erithan points excitedly at Zorellaia!

Erithan says 'Unreal.'

Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.

Erithan points excitedly at Umbrand!

Andreste's thirst hits him.

Zorellaia says 'I'm very friggin unreal'

  

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