*** Today, a very spicy battle! The Goblin King again pops into the Inn,
*** this time with a most unscrupulous gift for Atrissa. Calithildir is at the bar
*** with me this time.

*** I fired up the log engines after he pops in. so we join in a little late. Pretty sure
*** he just made some rude comment about Cal doing something with Atrissa.

Skreenak says to Calithildir 'Soon as yer done witter.'

You shudder at the thought.

Skreenak says to you 'Only came ta give yer sometin.'
Skreenak gives you a red and black corset.

Calithildir says to Skreenak 'Ah, me and Gwen are of the mind to keep her for a
while, yea?'

You say to Calithildir 'Have you give the king any watermelon wine?'
*** uh oh, typo

Skreenak says to you 'Yer uniform fer when yer comin ta tha throne.'

Your ears perk with interest at something Skreenak said.

Seeing the humorous events before him, Skreenak chortles loudly.

You say 'Oh...'

Skreenak nods at Calithildir.

Atrissa bites her lip.

Skreenak says to Calithildir 'Yer keep 'er 'ere fer now, trainer up.'

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic sober 12 AM> l skreenak
Standing nearly as high as the waist of a human, this vile creature shines
like a star in the night.  His long, bat-like ears are studded with at least
fifty gold earrings of different shapes, sizes, and styles.  An uncountable
amount of scars mar the greenish-black skin of him, but each has been
meticulously filigreed with gold and silver, creating an almost beautiful, yet
hideous pattern of interconnected lines that cover all of his exposed flesh.
A paunch belly, not obese but overweight to be sure, pushes out the bottom of
his gilded leather breastplate. His hooked nose and been capped with a silver
cover that has an emerald and a ruby mounted on either side, and a part of
his left nostril is missing completely. Beady, amber eyes scan the area about
him.

His armors show signs of combat and filth, the former being mended by what
looks like molten gold being poured into the wounds. A wicked looking bow
with arm caps of brilliant silver hangs off one of his tiny shoulders, and
a hideous spear across his back. Painted with dried blood, a ridge-lined
circle adorns his breastplate, outlined with silver and gold spiraling rings.
Skreenak, a male goblin, is in perfect health.
Skreenak seems to be in normal mood.

Skreenak is using:
<worn on finger>    an opulent gold ring, studded with gaudy gemstones
<worn on finger>    a brilliant silver ring with a thick, engraved band
<worn around neck>  a massive, glittering gold necklace, encrusted with vibrant
gems
<worn around neck>  a tattered, black cloak trimmed in solid gold
<worn on body>      a gold-patched leather breastplate, embossed with a
ridge-rimmed circle
<worn on legs>      a pair of golden vambraces, studded with pure diamonds
<worn around wrist> a brilliant bangle of glittering gold, engraved with a
ridge-rimmed circle
<worn around wrist> a thick leather bracer, ribbed with iron bands
<mainhand wielded>  a gore-soaked spear named, 'Gut Spiller'
<tattooed>          (Glowing) a bloody, gaping hole with teeth marks

Skreenak says to Calithildir 'Gotsta be da best fer ah king, aye?'

You say to Skreenak 'This gift better not be cheese.'
*** Chrournskel jab #1!

Calithildir says to Skreenak 'If she resists instruction? What are we to do!'

Skreenak says to you 'Yer holdin' der wench. Open yer eyes.'

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic sober 2 AM> i
You are carrying:
     a red and black corset
     *** oh, a corset...
     a fine ink pen
     a serving of a serving of elven salad in a large bowl with bindeleaf, vale
blossoms, roasted dates, and grated white cheddar.
     a goblet of fine elven wine
     a beautiful spruce-topped bouzouki
     a bracer of dragonscale
     a chipped longsword named 'Snowfall' 
     a ring of braided silver and jacinth
     (Glowing) the Orb of the Twilight Lords
     a dragonscale staff
     a mithril shield faced with dragonscales
     (Glowing) an everfull skin
     the chest of inebriation
     a dragon boat
     a large sack
     an exquisite goldenwood harp 
*** And yes, Atrissa definitely carried more than 50% of her weight. 

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic sober 2 AM> l corset
Made of red silk, this corset is extremely tight fitting in the waist to 
better accentuate the curves of the body.  Sewn along the edges, black lace 
provides a striking contrast to the bright blood red.  Black, lacy thread 
runs down the the front and back, providing a way to tighten and loosen the 
piece based on the desired tightness.  This garment reeks of death and sex.

A red and black corset is clothing worn on the body, made of silk, and weighs 1
pounds 12 ounces.

You say 'Oh my'

Skreenak says to Calithildir 'Beater. Bite'er. Give ta me.'

You say 'It reeks...'

Skreenak grins, his sharp teeth prominent.

You say 'It reeks of death and sex'

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic sober 3 AM> lore corset
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a red and black corset can be referred to as 'corset red black'.
It is worth 3110 copper, and is of the 51st level of power.
It is clothing worn on the body.
It is made of silk and weighs 1 pounds 12 ounces.
When worn, it affects your damage roll by 2 points, 
  your hit roll by 2 points, your armor class by -12 points and 
  your dexterity by 2 points.
It is meant for a woman.
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You say 'But...'

Skreenak says to you 'Good ainit?'

civilized <748hp 791m 840mv Romantic sober 3 AM> brb
Hope to see you soon!
*** Atrissa is feeling a measure of control over the Goblin King today! We best
*** give him the slightest of impressions that one day we might go to him willingly.
*** First: we wish not to upset him, and Second: maybe we'll get more gifts!

civilized <748hp 791m 840mv Romantic sober 3 AM> w
The Feasting Tables 
  Rows of long wooden tables fill this corner of the Inn. The pale blue glow
from the fire illuminates the many broken platters filled with mysterious meat,
served bloodied and flung down on the table. Most of that meat is attached to
human bones, and one tray features fingers sandwiched between slices of bread.
The smell of the rotting flesh wafts thickly in the air, sending waves of nausea
through the living visitors. Scraps of bones and other foods litter the floor.
Howls of vile indulgence echoes from the undead clan and even some of the meal
itself still moans as it clings to life.
 

( 8) A stein of Akan beer has been left here.
     A small silver locket is here.
     A thick mass of spider webs awaits its next victim.
A very large zombie stands eyeing the crowd for troubles.
A devil rushes about with a human leg stuck in his mouth.
*** Halloween decorations at the Inn.

civilized <748hp 802m 838mv Romantic sober 4 AM> wear corset
You stop using a flowing robe of ethereal black silk.
You wear a red and black corset on your body.

civilized <748hp 802m 838mv Romantic sober 4 AM> e
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, though many horrendous claw marks scar its surface. Food
is scarce near here but mugs and cups of every kind crowd the bar, filled with
boiling, thick red liquid. Shelves behind the bar that once held the rare ales
and beers have been upturned or broken, while large cracked barrels have been
strewn down below. Most of the stools near the counter are broken, but a few
have sustained working order and are scattered about for people to sit. A large
tapestry hangs over the shelves behind the bar, its finely woven surface smeared
with blood.
 

     A tankard of cold beer sits invitingly on the table.
     A shot of embossed soapstone with intricate sylvan motifs and the number
thirteen, filled with 'Calithildir's Legendary Reserve' has been left here.
     A jigger of the 'Good Stuff' has been left here.
     A thick mass of spider webs awaits its next victim.
A giant spider crouches here on long, thin legs.
Skreenak the goblin is here, mounted on a giant spider.
Calithildir the wood-elf is here.
Back arched and tail fluffed, a black cat hisses its disagreement.
A headless bouncer hefts its cudgel and looks for trouble.
A hulking, hooded figure looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

Calithildir chuckles politely.

civilized <748hp 802m 836mv Romantic sober 4 AM> perform cyan prances about
playfully.
Atrissa prances about playfully.

Skreenak says to Calithildir 'She playin hard ter git.'
Skreenak grins evilly.

Calithildir says to Skreenak 'Yea. The vixen!'

You say 'Well... hm'

Calithildir looks at you.

Skreenak says to you 'Ol'skree told yer. 'e always gits whate wants in da end.'

You say 'I think this might distract the listeners a bit...'

Skreenak winks suggestively at you.
Skreenak says to you 'Dats da point, silly ####e.'

You say to Skreenak 'You are more lewd than this barkeep here!'

Skreenak drinks local specialty from a drink called 'Screaming Maiden'.
Skreenak drinks local specialty from a drink called 'Screaming Maiden'.

You say to yourself 'Goodness'

You stop using a red and black corset.
You wear a flowing robe of ethereal black silk on your body.

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

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

Skreenak says to you 'Yer kin letter slide down every once iner while, ifin yer feelin... frisky.'
Skreenak grins evilly.

You say to Skreenak 'For special occasions, ah, yes'

Skreenak says to you 'Now yer comin'round. Dats da good gurly.'

You say to Calithildir 'I think I could use a glass of that Amethyst'
You give Skreenak a crooked smile.

Calithildir gives you a drink called 'Amethyst Fame'.

Skreenak pats you on your head.

Skreenak drinks local specialty from a drink called 'Screaming Maiden'.
Skreenak burps loudly.

You say to Skreenak 'You always did have good taste.'
You shrug.

Skreenak says 'Da best.'

You drink local specialty from a drink called 'Amethyst Fame'.
You feel tipsy.

You say 'I mean, not in your followers....'
*** Chrournskel jab #2!

Skreenak inspects the glass in his hand.
Skreenak finishes eating a drink called 'Screaming Maiden'.

You say 'But certainly in other regards!'

Skreenak licks his mouth and smiles.

You drink local specialty from a drink called 'Amethyst Fame'.
You feel tipsy.

Calithildir says to Lamrauth 'Hey there!'

You finish eating a serving of a serving of elven salad in a large bowl with
bindeleaf, vale blossoms, roasted dates, and grated white cheddar..
You are sober.
You feel completely full.

Lamrauth sits down and rests.

You say to Skreenak 'I must confess, your majesty...'
You twitch uncomfortably.

Skreenak says to you 'Dat cheese head bein ah gudin. Likes ter talk bout me whole lots.'

You say to Skreenak 'I was concerned you might not see the humor in my one song.'
*** Oh, the goblin song from a halloween event! yes, best that he never got wind of that one,
*** not the smartest idea to poke the bear Atrissa! Or mention to him that you poked him.

Lamrauth stands up.

You drink local specialty from a drink called 'Amethyst Fame'.
You feel tipsy.
You are full.
Lamrauth leaves north.

You thank Calithildir heartily.

Skreenak says to you 'Yer talkin' bad about Ol'Skree?'
Skreenak raises his hand menacingly, daring you to say another word!

You say 'Bad?'
You wave a hand in a dismissive manner.
You say 'Quite praiseworthy'
*** Yes, walk it back.

Skreenak grins evilly.

You say 'The ghosts truly enjoyed it, too'

Calithildir says to Skreenak 'I mean.. she even complimented the smell, yea?'

Skreenak winks at Calithildir.

You say 'Death and sex, a ah...'
You say 'potent mix.'

Skreenak sits down and thinks deeply.

You shudder at the thought.

Calithildir looks at you.

Skreenak says 'Really gud ah hidin da rotten meat smell.'
Skreenak grins evilly.

You say 'Ugh.'

You say to Calithildir 'You know, he was actually,'
You say to Calithildir 'One of the first to appreciate me.'
You say to Skreenak 'Perhaps, you would like to hear a sweet song for you?'

Calithildir says to you 'In those stinkholes you used to perform in Galadon?'
*** meanie

Skreenak says 'Nah, aint got no time now. Gotsa tip off oh a wagonful o'gold ah need ter gets ma hands on.'

You give Skreenak a crooked smile.

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic sober 4 PM> glare cal
You glare icily at him.

You say to Calithildir 'Voralia. How could you forget his crimes there?'

Skreenak grins evilly.

Calithildir says to you 'Voralia, right!'

You shake your head in dismay at Skreenak's actions.

Skreenak says to you 'SO love dere, slave-ta-be.'
*** I think someone meant to say "long" not "love!" A Freudian slip, Skree?

Skreenak gooses you tenderly!

You sigh.

Throwing back his head, Skreenak cackles with insane glee!

Skreenak leaves.
A giant spider leaves north.

You say to Calithildir 'Fans.'

*** Now, for some bonus Calithildir content! Warning, the spiciness doesn't end yet!

You shrug.

Calithildir says to you 'Yea.'

You drink local specialty from a drink called 'Amethyst Fame'.
You feel tipsy.
You are full.

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

civilized <748hp 821m 840mv Romantic tipsy 7 PM> wear corset
You stop using a flowing robe of ethereal black silk.
You wear a red and black corset on your body.
*** Now, this corset - it was too powerful to put in a container, and I wasn't about to
*** throw away a gift from the Goblin King. It was something of a relief, then, when 
*** Quentin stole it. Though I did quite enjoy showing off an item that had the phrase
*** "It reeks of death and sex" in its description.

You grin evilly.

Calithildir says to you 'A thin line with that one, yea?'

You say to Calithildir 'You've no idea'

You say to Calithildir 'I am glad you were here'

Calithildir says to you 'You should get to keeping some hidden teleportation means, just in case, yea?'

You say to Calithildir 'No telling what would have happened to the place if he ramaged through alone!'

Atrissa rummages through her things.

A tiny charm of a swirling potion expands to to its prior size as you unhook it
from the Bracelet of Charms.
You get a swirling potion from the Bracelet of Charms.

You nod at Calithildir.

Calithildir gets the orb of travel from the girdle of endless space.
Calithildir gives you the orb of travel.
Calithildir says to you 'And that. Keep that close.'

You say 'Oh, goodness'
You say 'I will surely misplace it!'
*** Yep! Actually, not knowing how they worked, I tested it one day and poof it went

Calithildir says to you 'We'll get you another one when you do, yea?'
Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?

You thank Calithildir heartily.

Calithildir says to you 'I've had fans that talked about chains and bondage.. mine have actually gone through with their ideas.'

You say 'They have?'

Calithildir says to you 'Yea!'

You say 'Ewe'

Calithildir says to you 'And a few of them at that too.'

You say to Calithildir 'I could never go for that-'

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

You say to Calithildir 'Really need my free range of movement, you know?'

Atrissa shakes her hair out of her eyes.

Calithildir says to you 'You'd be surprised the creativity imposed constraint can breed!'

You say to Calithildir 'Imposed constraint? What a horrid phrase!'

Calithildir says to you 'But the not being able to leave when you please part is the downer.'

You say to Calithildir 'Sounds like marriage.'

Calithildir says to you 'It is a great phrase if there is consent.'
You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel tipsy.
You are full.

Calithildir says to you 'Ew.. Whiysdan Forbid!'

You nod agreeably at Calithildir.

Calithildir taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

You say 'I mean, you have it so easy as a male minstrel, Cal'
You say to Calithildir 'One slip for me, my career is OVER'

Calithildir says to you 'Oh? Why?'

You say to Calithildir 'Nothing more damaging to a career than getting oneself pregnant.'

Calithildir says to you 'Children? You can deny their existence too, you know!'
*** Hah!

You say to Calithildir 'I can only imagine how many little bastards you have running around Thera'

Calithildir says to you 'Whow knows, right?'
Seeing the humorous events before him, Calithildir chortles loudly.

You snort.

Calithildir says to you 'We elven lovers are careful in those matters.'

You say 'Notoriously so, 'tis true'

You say to Calithildir 'I am quite careless in most things-'
You say to Calithildir 'But in some, I am ever so careful.'

You say to Calithildir 'You should have heard them all talking about the Hamsah whorehouse...'

You shudder at the thought.

Calithildir says to you 'Yea? Who is 'them'?'

You say 'Well'

You say 'Shakiniel, for one. That one discovered that the whorehouse is quite safer than'
You say 'Everywhere else'
You say 'An Azure-Touched, whoring around.'
You say 'With girls, at that!'

Calithildir says to you 'That is great! Why wouldn't he be?'

You say ''Tis a she! Such trysts are best left behind at Aubade, if you ask me'
*** Lies. Where did you go, Harlendra?

You say 'Oh, she even made a pass at me, though, that's not really anything surprising.'
*** Uh oh - Sorry Dohri, I never told you! But technically, you'll never know.

Calithildir says to you 'Oh come on, don't be a prude! If it is fun, what the hell does the gender have to do with it?'
*** Hey now don't get defensive!

You say to Calithildir 'It was most fun, then. Perhaps again. '
You give Calithildir a crooked smile.

Calithildir winks suggestively.

You say 'No risk in getting pregnant, that's for sure.'

You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel tipsy.

You snicker softly.

Calithildir says to you 'There you go! Solves one big problem.'

You ponder the question.

You say to Calithildir 'There truly is a shortage of dashing men about these days. I mean, Celathi, of course, but'
You shrug.
You say to Calithildir 'And yes, Cal, you are a given.'
You groan loudly.
You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel tipsy.

Calithildir says to you 'I am the legend, of course none can compare to me.'
Calithildir has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?

Atrissa rolls her eyes.
*** I never could remember that eyeroll social exact command

Calithildir says to you 'Talk to Galath, he is quite the fellow.. if you like that type.'

You say to Calithildir 'Who in Thera is that?'

Calithildir says to you 'Galathaniel Cordatus!'

You say 'Oh, I've been trying to meet him'

Calithildir says to you 'High elf! Had the great idea to study necromancy!'

You say 'Is that his tale?'

You say 'Alas, but I am late for a date of my own'
*** It's called your boss randomly conferencing you on Zoom. This is why we Herald.

You curtsey to him.