*** This day our heroine awakens feeling anxious, fresh from a terrible nightmare in 
*** which her good friend Aranir, whom she has not seen for ages, suffers a grim fate. 
*** She believes the dream to be farsight, and rushes to pen out a missive to him, hoping
*** hoping to warn him. 

*** Unfortunately for Atrissa Amethiste, her restless anxiety this day would leave her 
*** most vulnerable to the sinister designs of one female duerger Elite Imperial blade, Grintella.

 Olar the Tale-Teller: The Tale-telling fire grows brighter, welcoming A
trissa to Thera.

civilized <961hp 964m 894mv Comedic sober 3 AM 72 waning> who
<   Gobln IMM>  Skreenak the Goblin Lord, Plague of the Prosperous
<38 Srian Inv> Sazven the Elder Invoker
< 1 H-Elf Inv> Ruthus the Apprentice of Magic
<37 D-Elf Hea> Zatel the Bestower of Health, Divine Voice
<15  Fire War> Hagmalor the Pugilist
< 4 Srian Shf> Selza the Spell Student
< 7 Gnome Inv> Zaxl the Advanced Spell Student
<40 Duerg War> Grintella the Mistress of Weapons, Elite Imperial Blade
<25  Orc  Ber> Shagul the Throat Cutter
<31 Gnome Shf> Fselim the Master of Levitation
*51 Human Bar* (PK)  Atrissa Amethiste the Sensational Chanteuse, Executant of the Eternal Star

Players found: 11

civilized <961hp 964m 894mv Comedic sober 3 AM 72 waning> 
You feel less confident.
*** I told you!

*** snip, writing a note to Aranir ***

civilized <833hp 971m 894mv Comedic sober 2 PM 72 waning> note show
From   : Atrissa Amethiste
To     : Aranir
Subject: A Nightmare!

My dearest Aranir,

I do hope my missive finds you in time, for I fear you are in dire danger.

Or do you already know?

I awoke from a terrible dream... it was you, on a beach, alone against
wave after wave of black water... ever being punished, standing fast
as a storm would in the waters, while others beside you washed away.
But then the black waters transformed into... well... parchments. Waves
of tidal parchments flooding you and immobilizing you, until they were all
lit afire, and you with them.

I found you too late, alone on the sand, waters calm, storm past, but
but you, motionless.

civilized <833hp 966m 894mv Comedic sober 7 PM 72 waning> note + Leave the Spire, Aranir. Please find me. You will be destroyed.
Ok.

civilized <833hp 966m 894mv Comedic sober 7 PM 72 waning> note +
Ok.

civilized <833hp 966m 894mv Comedic sober 7 PM 72 waning> note + Love,
Ok.

civilized <833hp 966m 894mv Comedic sober 7 PM 72 waning> note + Atrissa
Ok.

civilized <833hp 966m 894mv Comedic sober 7 PM 72 waning> note post
Ok.

*** And then, almost immediately after posting the missive... ***

Grintella says 'Oh. Ye.'

You say 'Ah, Grintella'

You give a tankard of Proudfoot ale to Grintella.

*** There is some history between Grintella and Atrissa... 

*** F L A S H B A C K #1  ***
civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> 
Grintella yells 'Tha prettiest woman in Thera!'

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> whois grinte
<36 Duerg War> Grintella the Victorious Champion, Imperial Blade

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> 
Jefan looks more enlightened.

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> 
Grintella yells 'But yer hafta settle fer tha flat-chested hussy fer now!'

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> 
Jefan fills the air with his hatred of magic.

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM 70 full> fume
Take it easy now!  Count to ten, very slowly.

*** Then she ran off
*** But next day Atrissa would find her in Cragstone ***

*** F L A S H B A C K #2  ***civilized <793hp 592m 882mv Romantic sober 10 PM 71 full> s
The Great Stone Circle
  You are standing directly east of the Great Stone that supports this
chamber. Merchants and commonfolk mill around you barely noticing your
presence.  On the upper part of the wall you see a magnificent fresco made
from different colored gems and crystals.  Adhered to the wall to create a
beautiful picture depicting a great war with the dark-elves and beasts of the
Underdark, you begin to realize why they made their settlement so intricate and
impenetrable. The hum from the stone is very apparent now and you see the
various veins of gemstone pulse like the beating of a heart. The svirfneblin
base all their amenities on the power that comes from this stone and it seems
to be the center of the entire community.


(Red Aura) Grintella the duergar is sleeping here.
A nervous svirfneblin sergeant stands here, unsure of his next move.

civilized <793hp 592m 881mv Romantic sober 10 PM 71 full> l grin
Grintella is a squat figure of winding curves and twisted muscle. The muscle
is on her arms and legs and indicates a life of rigorous exercise and
training. The curves are everywhere else. She is unmistakably female, even in
full armor, with an hourglass figure and at least ten inches of exposed
cleavage. Typically, an adventurer's bosom is beneath notice, but in
Grintella's case, the sheer enormity of hers cannot escape anyone's notice.
Even a blind man would feel the shade beneath.

Thick, jet-black hair explodes from her head, wraps around her chin in a
fabulous beard, then cascades around her broad, muscular shoulders. Her skin
is milky white and covered in thick makeup. Blue eyeshadow is smeared on her
eyelids, her eyelashes are thick with black gunk, her cheeks are brushed in a
too-red rose, and gaudy pink lipstick has been liberally applied to the parts
of her mouth not covered by her beard.

All this might seem comical to the average person until they look into
Grintella's eyes. Though they are not alight with any particular
intelligence, they are possessed of a certain cunning, and a danger that is
hard to ignore.
Grintella, a female duergar, is in perfect health.
Grintella seems secure.

Grintella is using:
<worn on finger>    (Humming) a granite ring
<worn on finger>    a white gold band set with a fire opal
<worn around neck>  (Red Aura) a black, hooded silk cloak
<worn around neck>  (Red Aura) a black, hooded silk cloak
<worn on body>      some spiked body armor
<worn on head>      a helmet with a long spike
<worn on face>      a full mask of clear glass
<worn on legs>      a pair of jagged leggings
<worn on feet>      a pair of boots woven from spider silk
<worn on hands>     a pair of titanium gauntlets
<worn on arms>      some spiked sleeves
<worn about body>   a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist>  a waistband of woven spider silk
<worn around wrist> a thick strip of red leather
<worn around wrist> a thick strip of red leather
<mainhand wielded>  (Red Aura) a bejeweled sacrificial dagger
<offhand wielded>   a curved elvish dagger

civilized <793hp 612m 894mv Romantic sober 11 PM 71 full> rev
You sing 'Arise, arise my own dear friends
It's past the time your dreams should end
The waking world do not forsake
You've overslept and must awake!'

You yell 'Flat-chested???'

Commoners bustle about here comparing wares and enjoying fresh made delicacies.

Grintella wakes and stands up.

You say to Grintella 'HMM??'

Grintella looks at you.

You cross your arms across your chest.

Grintella says 'Yep.'

Grintella says 'No hips neither.'

You say 'Hmph!'

You say 'You are a greasy mess!'

Grintella says 'Tha mens love me, an' der tell me yer don't got what it takes.'

Grintella says 'Der all say I'm tha prettiest in Thera.'

You say 'Don't got what-'

Commoners bustle about here comparing wares and enjoying fresh made delicacies.

civilized <793hp 648m 894mv Romantic sober 2 AM 71 full> fume
Take it easy now!  Count to ten, very slowly.

Dohri tells you 'Just offer her redemption..they hate that.'

Grintella says 'Thas right.'

You pace up and down irritably.

Grintella says 'Yer jus a flat-chested hussy. I'm beautiful.'

You say 'You leave me and my hips out of your escapades!!'

Dohri says 'Oh dear..'

Grintella says 'Like tha gods lef em off yer body?'

Grintella shrugs indifferently.

Grintella says 'Okay.'

Grintella gets a tender leg of lamb from the girdle of endless space.

Grintella finishes eating a tender leg of lamb.

Her mouth hanging open in an expression of amazement, Dohri simply stares forward.

You say 'UGH!'

Grintella says 'No hips. No teats. No strut.'

You say 'You are a mountain of flesh!'

Grintella struts, hoping to get your attention.

Some children rush by you, tripping on their own feet and sprawling into the dust.
Sitting up and laughing hysterically, some children brush themselves off and continue playing.

Grintella says 'Zactly.'

You say 'Surely your back aches.'

Grintella pulls a mirror from her pack and regards her reflection with puckered lips.

Dohri looks at Grintella.

Atrissa holds a gleaming dagger horizontal to her eyes, then quickly brushes a few strands of hair to the side.

Grintella says 'Oooh, mama.'

Some children rush by you, tripping on their own feet and sprawling into the dust.
Sitting up and laughing hysterically, some children brush themselves off and continue playing.

Dohri says 'Oh dear..'

You say 'Enjoy your ample assets.'

You snort.
*** E N D  F L A S H B A C K #2 ***

*** And then in she struts. Atrissa has not the energy for beauty sparring, she is weighted with
*** concern for her friend. She will try to pry underneath the duergar's harsh-but-fleshy shell.
*** Plus, she's bored.

Grintella gallantly tips her hat.

Grintella drinks ale from a tankard of Proudfoot ale.

Grintella says 'How do I be lookin', dear?'

Grintella says 'Tha purtiest, right?'

Grintella holds a gleaming dagger horizontal to her chest, then quickly brushes a few strands of her beard out of her cleavage.

You smile at her.

Atrissa flips a length of brown hair behind one shoulder with the back of her hand.

You say 'You know...'

You drink gin from a giant bottle of gin.

Grintella drinks ale from a tankard of Proudfoot ale.

You say to Grintella 'You are very beautiful, Grintella.'

Grintella sits on a barstool.

Grintella tries to cram her gams behind the bar.

You say to Grintella 'Do you enjoy the attention from them?'

You drink gin from a giant bottle of gin.
You feel tipsy.

Grintella struggles, trying to find a spot.

Grintella sighs dramatically, her bosom heaving.

You say to Olin the Innkeeper 'Can you help her?'

Grintella turns sideways on her stool, giving up.

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic tipsy 8 AM 72 waning> mimic Olin She seems fine.
Olin says 'She seems fine.'

Grintella says to you 'It be tha burden I bear.'

You say to Grintella 'I can see that.'

You sigh.

You say 'I will not lie...'

You say 'I oft wished I were more shapely.'

Grintella says 'Tha mens do love tha Beauty o' tha Empire.'

Grintella looks at you.

Grintella says 'An' yer face were better shaped too, eh?'

You chuckle at her joke.

Grintella says 'It be a'right. We kin do yer makeup.'

Grintella says 'Yer never be as purty as me, but...'

Grintella pulls a mirror from her pack and regards her reflection with puckered lips.

Atrissa backs away from you, slightly.

Grintella applies yet more color to the mask of glop already adorning her face.

A tiny charm of an ivory hair brush expands to to its prior size as you unhook it from the Bracelet of Charms.
You get an ivory hair brush from the Bracelet of Charms.

Grintella says 'We kin try ta cover up tha flaws...'

You give an ivory hair brush to Grintella.

You say 'You really ought to-'

Grintella says 'Oh thank ye!'

You nod at Grintella.

You say 'A few knots-'

Grintella runs the brush through the grease and blood in her hair until it practicatlly drips.

Grintella jooges and teases her mop back into place.

Grintella gives you an ivory hair brush.

You stop using a maple alto dulcian.
You hold an ivory hair brush in your hands.

Grintella gets a loosely rolled cigar from the girdle of endless space.

You ponder the use of an ivory hair brush.

Grintella says 'Smoke?'

Grintella stops using a curved elvish dagger.
Grintella holds a loosely rolled cigar in her hands.

You say to Grintella 'Ah, please.'

Grintella gets a loosely rolled cigar from the girdle of endless space.

You stop using an ivory hair brush.
You hold a beautiful silver harp strung with pure light in your hands.

Grintella gives you a loosely rolled cigar.

Atrissa uses two fingers to place an ivory hairbrush in a bag.

You thank Grintella heartily.

Grintella holds her cigar between pink-painted lips and puffs contendedly.

Grintella takes a long draw from a loosely rolled cigar and exhales thick rings of smoke.

You stop using a beautiful silver harp strung with pure light.
You hold a loosely rolled cigar in your hands.

You light a loosely rolled cigar and take a long, soothing draw.

Grintella says 'Ooh, thas good.'

Grintella takes a long draw from a loosely rolled cigar and exhales thick rings of smoke.

Atrissa smiles softly.

You say to Grintella 'Much needed.'

Grintella drinks ale from a tankard of Proudfoot ale.

Grintella drinks ale from a tankard of Proudfoot ale.

You drink gin from a giant bottle of gin.
You feel tipsy.

Grintella says 'Aye?'

Grintella says 'Rough day at work?'

You say to Grintella 'You've no idea.'
*** Where are you Aranir??

Grintella tosses away a loosely rolled cigar and extinguishes it.
A loosely rolled cigar crumbles into dust.
You toss away a loosely rolled cigar and extinguish it.

Grintella buys a large boar steak.

Grintella finishes eating a large boar steak.

Grintella dual wields a curved elvish dagger.

You say 'But then,'

You say 'I am not the one,'

You say 'With no emperor, no soldiers, in my palace.'

Grintella says 'I dunno, bein' on tha front lines ain't exactly a walk in tha park.'

*** snip some Imperial politics talk. I find it fascinating, but let's focus on the fun stuff ***

You say 'A double-edged knife, beauty ever is.'

You say 'It grows tiresome, being a flame for such moths.'

Grintella says 'Oh doll, ye can only imagine.'

You say 'I relished it, for so long.'

You flash everyone a wry little smile.

Grintella says 'If ye let me do yer makeup, we might help ye attract a menfolk!'

You say 'Oh Grintella, I've actually never wore makeup before...'
*** Atrissa never needed to! She was "effortlessly" beautiful ***

Grintella says 'Ye really need to.'
*** Oh, guess maybe I do!

You say 'I truly despide the effort.'

Atrissa holds a gleaming dagger horizontal to her eyes, then quickly brushes a few strands of hair to the side.

Grintella rifles around in her girdle.

You say 'The wrinkles, isn't it...'

Grintella produces a bulbous sack labeled, "Gruntella's Fancy Kit."

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Grintella digs in her kit and pulls out a jar of something gloppy.

You peer intently at Grintella.

Grintella digs two thick fingers in the glop.

You say '...what's in that...'

Grintella says to you 'C'mere.'

Grintella says 'It's purty cream.'

You say '...oh, allright...'

Atrissa approaches you...

Atrissa closes her eyes.

Grintella grabs the back of your head with a thick hand.

With nothing better to say, you grunt something vague.

Grintella says 'Dis'll smooth out all 'em ugly bits.'

Atrissa steps back from you.

You say to Olin the Innkeeper 'How to I look?'

Grintella reaches back into her kit and pulls out a thing of blue bloop.

civilized <952hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 12 AM 72 waning> mimic Olin Like Grintella.
Olin says 'Like Grintella.'

civilized <952hp 911m 894mv Tragic sober 12 AM 72 waning> l grintella
Grintella is a squat figure of winding curves and twisted muscle. The muscle
is on her arms and legs and indicates a life of rigorous exercise and
training. The curves are everywhere else. She is unmistakably female, even in
full armor, with an hourglass figure and at least ten inches of exposed
cleavage. Typically, an adventurer's bosom is beneath notice, but in
Grintella's case, the sheer enormity of hers cannot escape anyone's notice.
Even a blind man would feel the shade beneath. 

Thick, jet-black hair explodes from her head, wraps around her chin in a
fabulous beard, then cascades around her broad, muscular shoulders. Her skin
is milky white and covered in thick makeup. Blue eyeshadow is smeared on her
eyelids, her eyelashes are thick with black gunk, her cheeks are brushed in a
too-red rose, and gaudy pink lipstick has been liberally applied to the parts
of her mouth not covered by her beard.

All this might seem comical to the average person until they look into
Grintella's eyes. Though they are not alight with any particular
intelligence, they are possessed of a certain cunning, and a danger that is
hard to ignore. 
Grintella, a female duergar, is in perfect health.
Grintella seems to be in normal mood.

Grintella is using:
<worn on finger>    (Humming) a granite ring
<worn on finger>    a white gold band set with a fire opal
<worn around neck>  a black, hooded silk cloak
<worn around neck>  a black, hooded silk cloak
<worn on body>      some spiked body armor
<worn on head>      a helmet with a long spike
<worn on legs>      a pair of jagged leggings
<worn on feet>      a pair of boots woven from spider silk
<worn on hands>     a pair of titanium gauntlets
<worn on arms>      some spiked sleeves
<worn about body>   a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist>  a waistband of woven spider silk
<worn around wrist> a thick strip of red leather
<worn around wrist> a thick strip of red leather
<mainhand wielded>  a bejeweled sacrificial dagger
<offhand wielded>   a curved elvish dagger

Grintella smears blue glop above your eyes as you speak.

Grintella says 'Ooooh.'

You blink several times.

Grintella coos to herself.

You say 'Ah'

civilized <952hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 1 AM 72 waning> l
The Bar of the Eternal Star 
  A large wooden bar fills the entire southern wall.  Made of a rare red
tree, it has been finely carved and oiled so that it shines in the dim light.
The bar top is clean and well-cared for, but even this has not prevented the
presence of water stained rings and dings in its surface.  Garlands of full
evergreen boughs hang from the edge of the counter, complete with bows,
pine cones and silver bells that jingle with each jostle of the passing
customer.  Shelves behind the bar hold the rare ales and beers while large
barrels sit stacked with the poorer drinks.  Stools are scattered about for
people to sit, but most stand so they can stomp and dance when the moment
takes them.  A large tapestry hangs as a centerpiece between stocked shelves,
partially obscured by a large decorative wreath.  People swarm in and crowd
around, pressing to be nearer, calling out drinks and stumbling to hold on
to their own.  To the north the crowd swirls, dancing and singing in a common
area.  Eastwards, patrons cheer and groan noisily and long tables stockpiled
with food can be seen to the west.
 

     A tankard of Proudfoot ale has been left here.
     A piping hot cup of coffee is here, smelling faintly of cinnamon.
     A tankard of cold beer sits invitingly on the table.
Zicci the arial is here.
Grintella the duergar is here.
A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
A huge, fat man looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

civilized <952hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 1 AM 72 waning> wher
People near you:
  Grintella                    The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Atrissa                      The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Zicci                        The Bar of the Eternal Star

civilized <952hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 1 AM 72 waning> sayto Zicci Hi!
You say to Zicci 'Hi!'

You blink innocently at Zicci.

Grintella says 'Now jus a little on tha lips...'

You say to Zicci 'Do I look younger?'

Grintella pulls pink glop from the kit.

Grintella says 'C'mere.'

You say to Grintella 'On the wher-'

Zicci says 'A stunning array of beauty heress'

Atrissa backs away from you slightly.

Grintella silences Atrissa by smearing pink glop across her lips.

Zicci sits down and thinks deeply.

With nothing better to say, you grunt something vague.

Grintella says 'Ooh! There ye go, doll!'

Grintella regards her handiwork.

Atrissa smiles awkwardly.

Zicci says 'Having some difficultiesss  speaking'

Grintella says to Zicci 'Take a breath. I know it be hard ta collect yerself in me Beauty.'

Atrissa pulls the hem of her robe up to her face, then stops.

You thank Grintella heartily.

Grintella says to you 'Now tha makeup last 'bout a month...'

Grintella says ''En we can try other colors on ye!'

You say in a muffle voice 'Hank ewe.'

Grintella looks delighted.

Grintella says 'Ye are welcome, doll!'

You say in a muffled voice 'I feel bootiful.'

Looking toward you, Grintella nods wisely.

Grintella says 'He look ten years younger too, thank tha gods.'

You smile at him.
Grintella says 'Now if we kin jus find somethin' ta stuff in yer brasserie!'
*** Ok you crossed the line!! ***

Looking directly at Zicci, Grintella's eyes narrow dangerously.

You say to Zicci 'It's not too much?'

Grintella says 'Feathers. Maybe.'

You cringe away from her.

You say 'I will not!'

Atrissa tightens her robe across the front of her body.

Grintella sighs dramatically, her bosom heaving.

Grintella says 'Atrissa, we ain't gonna find ye know mens if ye got no teats!'

You say to Grintella 'UGH!'

You say to Grintella 'My teats are fine!'

You cross your arms across your chest.

Grintella says 'Zicci, what do ye think o' Atrissa's "teats."'

You nibble on a tender leg of lamb to keep hunger at bay.

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 12 PM 72 waning> glare zicci
You try to glare at somebody who is not present.

Grintella says 'If ye kin find 'em ta judge...'

You peer around yourself intently.

Grintella snorts.

You stare at her, fuming.

Grintella says 'Tha hell.'

Grintella says 'He ain't even say goodbye!'

Grintella says 'Bloody rude, tha.'

Atrissa shoves the length of her robe onto her face and rubs vigorously.

Atrissa glances at the end of her robe.

You say 'It's not coming off!!'

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 2 PM 72 waning> wher

Grintella says 'Oh don't worry, tha won't come off fer weeks.'
People near you:
  Grintella                    The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Atrissa                      The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Zicci                        A Shadowed Alcove

Grintella says 'But good on ye ta test.'

You yell 'Get back here!'

You say 'Weeks??'

Atrissa shoves the length of her robe onto her face and rubs vigorously.

Grintella says 'It's gotta hold up on tha campaign!'

Grintella holds a gleaming dagger horizontal to her chest, then quickly brushes a few strands of her beard out of her cleavage.

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 3 PM 72 waning> wher
People near you:
  Grintella                    The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Atrissa                      The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Zicci                        A Shadowed Alcove

Atrissa tilts her head down, lifting her hair up above her neck and tying it with a band.

Atrissa shoves the length of her robe onto her face and rubs vigorously.

Grintella flips a length of beard hair behind one shoulder with a long, painted fingernail.

Atrissa collapses into a barstool and takes long drink from a giant bottle of gin.

Grintella says 'Don't worry. Drink as much as ye want!'

Grintella says 'Tha pink glop fer yer lips won't run no matter how much ye get it wet. It be special!'

Looking quite pleased, Grintella beams with pride at her recent success.

Atrissa glances at you with one eye.

Atrissa produces a small mirror from her purse.

Looking quite pleased, Grintella beams with pride at her recent success.

Atrissa puts away a small mirror.

You shake your head in dismay, displeased with your actions.

You say 'This will keep me off stage for ages...'

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 8 PM 72 waning> sneak
You attempt to move silently.
You have become better at sneak (85%)!  
*** haha this would sting the maxxers if they even bothered to read this far in an rp log! ***
*** Sphere sloth! All my affects were routinely down, I just hated song/casting spam when ***
*** I'm trying to have a conversation! ***

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 8 PM 72 waning> e
The Rabbit's Corner 
 
 south west]
A cloud giant bouncer floats through the Inn.
A man peers at a deck of cards and gives you a suggestive wink.

civilized <818hp 921m 892mv Tragic sober 8 PM 72 waning> rem veil
You stop using a long veil of spider web and diamond.

civilized <793hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 9 PM 72 waning> w
The Bar of the Eternal Star 
 

     A tankard of Proudfoot ale has been left here.
     A piping hot cup of coffee is here, smelling faintly of cinnamon.
     A tankard of cold beer sits invitingly on the table.
Grintella the duergar is here.
A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
A huge, fat man looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

You wear a long veil of spider web and diamond on your face.

Grintella says 'It's tha cross we bear.'

You say 'There.'

civilized <793hp 921m 892mv Tragic sober 9 PM 72 waning> wher
People near you:
  Grintella                    The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Atrissa                      The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Zicci                        A Shadowed Alcove

You say 'What is he doing back there?'

Grintella says 'Yeah. Maybe yer right.'

Grintella says 'Maybe jus cover tha mugg up.'

You nod at Grintella.

Grintella says to you 'Oh doll. Ye ain't wanna know.'

Grintella says 'Mens have a look at me, 'en go off alone in shadowy corners an'... do things that ruffle der feathers.'

Grintella says 'If ye get me drfit.'

You say 'Better off in a corner than all over you.'

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 11 PM 72 waning> desc
Your description is:
=     =     =    =     =     =     =     =     =     =     = 
The famed singer Atrissa Amethiste is here, a portrait of
effortless elegance. She adorns herself in silk robes and 
rare jewelry, and is of a surprisingly short stature. Today 
her hair falls over one shoulder in a clean sheet of unnatural 
sandy gold, shimmering something like a frozen waterfall in 
the sun. Twin amethyst earrings sparkle from behind the cascade, 
and bright green eyes glimmer with a stoic, distant allure. Her 
skin is fair and pale, her face petite and beautiful, if muted 
by small riverbeds of faint wrinkles. Above her bare collarbone 
a small tattoo of a spyglass garners your attention, sparkling 
with a bright silver energy that defies the otherwise sleepy 
serenity this small, majestic woman projects.
=     =     =    =     =     =     =     =     =     =     =


You sigh.

Grintella says 'Well thas gross.'

You say 'I must see what his issue is.'

Grintella nods.

Grintella says 'Aye.'

You say 'We emotional Heralds are ever so needy.'

You say 'Hopefully...'

Grintella says 'Ye gonna... give 'em a hand?'

You say 'I won't be interrupting anything.'

You groan at the sight of her.

You curtsey to her.

*** I go and deal with the consequences of letting a duergar put makeup on me ***

civilized <818hp 921m 892mv Tragic tipsy 5 AM 72 waning> op e
You open a finely carved door.

civilized <818hp 921m 892mv Tragic tipsy 5 AM 72 waning> e
Room of the Raging Boar 
 

A very large storm giant stands eyeing the crowd for troubles.
A tall woman stands quietly in the corner ready to serve you.

civilized <818hp 921m 890mv Tragic tipsy 5 AM 72 waning> cl w
You close a small wooden door.

civilized <818hp 921m 890mv Tragic tipsy 5 AM 72 waning> lock w
With a *click*, you lock a small wooden door using boars-head key.

civilized <818hp 921m 890mv Tragic tipsy 5 AM 72 waning> 

Autosaving.

*** snip ***

civilized <818hp 921m 894mv Tragic sober 4 PM 72 waning> desc + side of her face.
Your description is:
Atrissa Amethiste is here, looking a hideous mess! Her petite face 
is covered in thick makeup. Blue eyeshadow is smeared on her eyelids, 
her eyelashes are thick with black gunk, her cheeks are brushed in a
too-red rose, and gaudy pink lipstick has been liberally applied to 
her lips, chin, and cheeks.

She hides herself in finery, but the brilliant garments only amplify
the terrible contrast of overdone makeup against otherwise elegant
silks and jewels. She spies your gaze, and brushes her hair to your
side of her face.

*** Rokzar and Odren got to enjoy the fruits of Atrissa's latest drama. If Odren ***
*** hadn't thought of the hot springs in Cragstone to wash this off I would have ***
*** gotten a lot of mileage out of this episode! ***

*** So anyway, Grintella PK'd me pretty good here. PROPS. ***