*** Rank 51 human herald bard, with taletelling and performing artistries, vs
*** Rank 51 wood-elf herald bard, with full High Herald powers. It's a terrible matchup
*** all around for the human bard, every time, but she puts up a fight!

*** Today, some elements from the "magicky quest" that pops up in some immortal comments 
*** in various PBFs. It starts with a weird loud crash local echo of something behind the Inn. 
*** Unfazed, Calithildir immediately CB's "Oh no, the secret stash!!"
*** I start logging a little bit after. Euric, me and Calithildir go behind the Inn and 
*** investigate, as well as the battlerager minotaur Mwauka, uncomfortably with Euric
*** the shapeshifter. Cal gets a few mobs to talk to him and give him some clues, including
*** a painting that he gives to Euric, who then quits with it in hand. Actually, 
*** DELETES with it! 

*** But enough about spontaneous immteraction potentially clueing into the arrival of
*** a new god of magic, let's focus on Atrissa. Cal finally reaches a stalemate with
*** all the mobs of the Inn, so one of us gets the idea to sing to the fire and maybe it
*** it will talk. It had been taunting us not too many days ago, after all. 


Atrissa bows her head solemnly, signaling the end of the song.

Calithildir gives you a round of applause.  You must have done something good!

Mwauka exhales slowly, glancing away.

Atrissa peers at the fire out of one eye.

Calithildir says to you 'A friendly suggestion? Pace your tempo. Your delivery is very good
otherwise!'
*** Pace my tempo??? Is this what I get for manually copying and pasting in lines, instead
*** of scripting them by millisecond with a macro? Noted, Cal. 

A chill fills the air as the candles gutter momentarily.

You say to Calithildir 'A very early composition of mine, I truly have not performed it in some
time. But, if you bothered to come to Hamsah, you'd have seen a well-paced song or two!'
*** Yes, some bitterness that he didn't come to any of her events... a little barb,
*** but didn't think it would escalate...

You snort.

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 10 AM> wher
People near you:
(PK) Mwauka                       The Fire of Living Ghosts
(PK) Calithildir                  The Fire of Living Ghosts
(PK) Atrissa                      The Fire of Living Ghosts

Calithildir says to you 'Oh come on, Atrissa, I did you a favor that night, don't pout.'
A mischievous look in his eye, Calithildir grins at you.
*** Ok it's gonna escalate you bastard

You say to Calithildir 'Ugh!'
You say 'You are so arrogant!'
Take it easy now!  Count to ten, very slowly.

Calithildir says to you 'You don't believe me?'

You pace up and down irritably.
You pace up and down irritably.

You say 'You try!'
You say 'Get that fire to talk!!'
Atrissa sits down in a huff!

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 12 PM> pout
Ah, don't take it so hard.

Looking determined, Mwauka cracks his knuckles.
Mwauka steps up, metaphorically and literally.

Calithildir says to you 'Some things aren't to be rushed. You'll learn with time.'

A chill fills the air as the candles gutter momentarily.

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 12 PM> glare cal
You glare icily at him.

Calithildir says to you 'Actually, most things are to be drawn out and savored.'

A chill fills the air as the candles gutter momentarily.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Mwauka says 'Oonnce uboonn a dimme, dere wath a hery ugly arial.'

You say to Mwauka 'I always knew he was jealous.'
*** Uh oh, don't go there Atrissa...

Calithildir chuckles politely.

You say to Calithildir 'Give me that stuff. Give it all to me!'
*** I mean the clues and stuff he got.

Atrissa grabs at you!

Calithildir says to you 'Me? OF you?'

Mwauka says 'He wath boornn inn de gudderth oov Ayr'Drinnal annd all hith veaderth were black widooil annd grimme.'
*** Mwauka, even if I understood you, I don't think I would know what you were talking about

Calithildir gently places a hand on Atrissa's shoulder.

Atrissa smacks your hand away!

You yell 'I'll make a deal!'
*** This is for the weird voices/noises we experienced at the inn moments before
*** Swiftly regretting getting into an insult fight with Calithildir and hoping to change subject

Calithildir says to you 'I am willing to take a roll if you wish. But do you really want an
audience while we do that?'

Mwauka pauses for a moment to grumble, and falls silent instead of completing his story.

You say 'Huh?'
You say 'No...'

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 4 PM> pout
Ah, don't take it so hard.

You say 'I'm just frustrated.'
*** There's no getting out of this Atrissa-

Calithildir says to you 'Then don't grab me, I might get ideas.'

Atrissa crosses her arms.

Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?

You say 'I sing my heart out to Sir Voiceless Flame here, looking for clues...'

Calithildir says to Mwauka 'Fame comes at a price.'
Calithildir winks at Mwauka.

You say to Calithildir 'And you think it's time to criticize my rhythm?'

Calithildir says to you 'Yea.'

Mwauka says 'I dooughd yoou were thubboothed doo dell thdoorieth here, nnood bicker while
thoommeoonne'th dryinng doo dalk.'

You say to Calithildir 'Give me that fiddle back!'
*** The fiddle had a history. Hiilos came across it, gave it to me, mentioned Cal was 
*** looking for it, and for whatever reason, I gave it to Cal at some point when he
*** he noticed I had it. See how nice I was?

Calithildir says to you 'Why?'

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 7 PM> glance mwauk
Mwauka, a male minotaur, is in perfect health.
Mwauka seems resolute.
*** This is the "Scrutiny" edge at work. Not really useful if you aren't pk'ing and 
*** draining morale, but Atrissa was supposed to be an astute judge of character so I took it.

Mwauka is using:
<worn on finger>    a golden lion's wrath ring
<worn on finger>    a golden lion's wrath ring
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) a mantle of frost
<worn around neck>  a dull gray cloak of woven spidersilk
<worn on body>      ancient green dragonscales
<worn on horns>     a set of titanium horn guards
<worn on legs>      hardened mithril leggings
<worn on hooves>    (Glowing) (Humming) the Hooves of the Beast
<worn on hands>     a pair of eog-lined gauntlets
<worn on arms>      slime-covered armguards made of charcoal dragonscales
<worn about body>   a skin from the snow leopard
<worn around wrist> a brass dragonscale bracer
<worn around wrist> an adamantite bracer
<mainhand wielded>  a wicked lochaber axe

Calithildir says to you 'It was a gift, from a loved friend.'
*** He means from before he lost it, but whatever

You say to Calithildir 'Because I know you like it!'
You say to Calithildir 'And I don't want you to have it!'

Calithildir says to you 'Oh, you want to hurt me now, do you?'

You say to Calithildir 'As you have hurt me, Cal?'
You blink innocently at Calithildir.

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 8 PM> i
You are carrying:
     a bottle of Cap'n Hawkwind's whiskey
     (Glowing) a potion of return
     black, fishnet stockings
     a pair of black leather boots with red stitching
     (Glowing) the Orb of the Twilight Lords
     *** Damn you Quentin that orb was awesome!
     a dragonscale staff
     a mithril shield faced with dragonscales
     a great battleaxe rimmed in slime named 'Flesh Render'
     *** no idea what I'm doing with that
     (Glowing) an everfull skin
     the chest of inebriation
     a dragon boat
     a large sack
     the Bracelet of Charms
     *** I didn't wear this for a long time because it wasn't pretty. It stressed
     *** Alyce out that I didn't, which was a bonus, too. But then Quentin came along!
     a flowing robe of ethereal black silk
     (Glowing) a banded ring
     an exquisite goldenwood harp

Atrissa pushes a lock of hair behind her ear.

Calithildir looks at you.

You say 'Fine.'
You say 'The flames aren't telling us anything.'
*** Again trying to get out of the corner I painted myself into

Calithildir says to you 'A helpful bard should never be a source of pain, Atrissa.'
Calithildir stops using a gleaming white fiddle with golden-made strings.
Calithildir gives you a gleaming white fiddle with golden-made strings.

Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?
Calithildir says to you 'I even signed the thing for you.'
*** ZING ***

You try to give Calithildir a gleaming white fiddle with golden-made strings, but he declines.
You say to Calithildir 'UGH!'
You pace up and down irritably.

Calithildir points at himself, obviously very confused.
Calithildir says to Mwauka 'A legend.'
Calithildir winks at Mwauka.

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic tipsy 12 AM> glower
Huh?
*** you ever type a verb just to see if there is a social for it?

Mwauka snorts, still giving off hints of petulance.

Atrissa hurls a bottle of Cap'n Hawkwind's whiskey into the fire!

Calithildir says to you 'You will have to clean that up, you know.'

*** There were a couple more playful incidents with me and Calithildir before
*** this one. Notably was the occasion where Rarywey popped up and he randomly
*** recites stuff from the Lyceum, and we try to stump him and failed every time. Atrissa
*** tried to one-up him with some greps from her recent visit to the Lyceum, but
*** was outmatched handily. 

*** When conceptualizing Atrissa I considered if she was going to hate all competition and be really vain,
*** but thought that too predictable. Instead, being the aloof-but-useless Starbucks barista that
*** she was, younger Atrissa had a "I could get straight A's too if I wanted to" attitude. 

*** It was really when she had to face the fact that she couldn't that she'd blow up,
*** then try to back out of her mess. Neither Cal nor Atrissa were really jealous, 
*** in fact probably so arrogant that others seeking the spotlight were no concern.
*** But Atrissa was definitely more insecure than Cal, and was used to getting 
*** anyone she wanted to fawn over her. Not so with Cal!

A chill fills the air as the candles gutter momentarily.

civilized <733hp 750m 854mv Romantic tipsy 2 AM> glare cal
You glare icily at him.

You say 'ENOUGH'

Seeing the humorous events before him, Calithildir chortles loudly.

You say 'Take back your fiddle, and let us accomplish something.'
You drop a gleaming white fiddle with golden-made strings.

Calithildir says to you 'Oh no, it WAS a gift from a loving friend, but you wanted to see my
pain. Enjoy.'
Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?

You shrug.

Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'As I close my eyes and fall asleep,'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'a lovely vision my mind does keep.'
*** oh hell now he sings. precisely paced, too!

Mwauka grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.
Mwauka fills the air with his hatred of magic.
Mwauka looks tougher.
Mwauka looks more enlightened.

Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'The Starlight shines down, soft and blissful,'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'on her beautiful smile so wistful.'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'Silently through the night does she glide,'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'her eyes as blue as the morning tide.'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'And in the glistening morn so fair,'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'deep red roses shall adorn her hair.'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'But in the dawn's light she fades away,'
Calithildir sings in a clear tenor 'leaving me to go my lonely way.'

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 7 AM> l cal
Dressed in extravagant clothing you see a tall and lanky wood-elf in his
prime. His long dark brown hair is tastefully ungroomed and it falls loosely
over his shoulders as it frames his face. Underneath the classically elegant
elven eyebrows, two deep blue sapphires of eyes regard the world around him
with a mischievous glint, while underneath the slender and narrow nose, one
corner of his mouth is twisted to form a slightly smug grin. On the left
side of his neck, sitting at an odd angle, you see the top of a beautifully
ornate neck tattoo of the number thirteen that disappears underneath the
lapel of his maroon shirt that remains unbuttoned to his chest. The black
regular fit pants are perfectly clean and unadorned, while his black
overcoat is richly embroidered with intricate sylvan motifs and the number
thirteen in silver thread. As he moves you smell very distinctive woody
blend of spiced sandalwood, peach and cinnamon.
Calithildir, a male wood-elf, is in perfect health.
Calithildir seems confident.

Calithildir is using:
<worn on finger>    a sparking band of interwoven silver
<worn on finger>    a sparking band of interwoven silver
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) the amulet of Ravenkind
<worn on body>      a suit of mithril chainmail
<worn on head>      (Glowing) a delicate crown of golden holly
<worn on face>      the Mask of Saphyr'a Azh'ral
<worn on legs>      a pair of ridged plate leggings
<worn on feet>      firewalker boots
<worn on hands>     the hands of a flame
<worn on arms>      a phylactery of potence
<worn about body>   a brown hunting cape
<worn about waist>  the Torc of the Nightmare Dragon
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of burnished platinum
<worn around wrist> an aquamarine bracelet
<mainhand wielded>  the flaming rib of an elemental
<tattooed>          (Glowing) the number thirteen

Atrissa wipes her forehead with her sleeve.

A chill fills the air as the candles gutter momentarily.

Calithildir drops a shot of embossed soapstone with intricate sylvan motifs and the number
thirteen, filled with 'Calithildir's Legendary Reserve'.

You say 'It would have sounded better with a fiddle.'
*** heh 

Mwauka rolls his eyes, disgusted.

civilized <733hp 760m 854mv Romantic sober 10 AM> apol cal
You might as well apologize because he sure as hell won't.

Calithildir says to you 'it is always performed a capella.'

You say 'Doesn't mean it wouldn't sound better with a fiddle.'

Calithildir says to you 'Maybe. Depending on the mood.'

You say 'My sense, that is all.'

Atrissa pushes a lock of hair behind her ear.

You sigh.

You say to Calithildir 'I've always resented you. You are too perfect. I'm sorry.'
*** What is greater, Atrissa's pride, or her need to charm those in power?

Calithildir says to you 'Thank you.'
Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?

You say 'I know not a fraction of the songs you know.'

Mwauka says 'Hummannth rethenndinng elheth ith coommmmoonn. Dey hahe unnvair adhanndage.'
Mwauka says 'Doooo mmanny yearth doo lihe.'

Calithildir says to you 'It comes with time, Atrissa.'

You say to Calithildir 'I've not lived a fraction of the lifetimes you have.'

Calithildir says to you 'Well, lucky for you, bards are immortal.'