*** At some point early in Atrissa's career, everyone started complaining about this 
*** monstrous fire giant who was wrecking his pk range and always yelling about being hungry.
*** He and his buddy Volmer came to my first event late and were pretty
*** funny, and then one day he walks in while me and Shakiniel are getting drunk. Shakiniel,
*** of course, was a battle rager azure-touched bard, and had already been "eaten" by
*** Rashign at least a couple times. She is safe in the Inn, and as you'll read, Rashign
*** listens to his emperor, so no fighting.

*** But, Atrissa learns some very dismaying news from Rashign. Thanks for eating the
*** sponsor of my second Heraldic event, Rashign!


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.
 
[Exits: north east west]
     A goblet of fine elven wine has been left here.
( 2) A tankard of thick caramel stout with subtle coffee hints and a rich, foamy
head has been left here.
     A glass of frothy milk has been left here.
     A tankard of cold beer sits invitingly on the table.
     A thick mass of spider webs awaits its next victim.
A wild-looking giant impatiently adjusts his furs.
(Invis) (Red Aura) Rashign the fire giant is here.
You're overwhelmed by a flurry of flapping wings and shrieking!
(Gold Aura) A headless bouncer hefts its cudgel and looks for trouble.
A hulking, hooded figure looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

civilized <748hp 791m 862mv Romantic tipsy 6 PM> 
People near you:
  Shakiniel                    The Bar of the Eternal Star
  Rashign                      The Bar of the Eternal Star
(PK) Atrissa                      The Bar of the Eternal Star

*HIC*

You say to Rashign 'There you are!'

Rashign says 'Yar!'

You give a stein of Akan beer to Rashign.

Rashign drinks beer from a stein of Akan beer.

Shakiniel says 'Wonder how long you've been there listening.'

You say to Rashign 'We are drunk!'

Rashign says 'Uh. Me just arrive.'
Rashign peers around himself intently.

Shakiniel says 'Fair enough.'

Rashign says 'Me huge? How yous all not see Rash?'
Rashign scowls harshly.

civilized <748hp 781m 866mv Romantic tipsy 8 PM> dr wine
You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel tipsy.

You say 'We are drunk!'

Shakiniel says 'You are literally under a magic spell of invisibility, you colossal brute.'
Shakiniel says 'And I am also exceedingly drunk.'

Rashign sits down and thinks deeply.
Rashign says 'Oh. Me is.'
Rashign nods.

You say to Rashign 'Drink up, giant! Bet you can't outdrink us!'
You say 'Us little hoomans?'

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 9 PM> dr wine
You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel drunk.

Rashign peers at the beer dubiously.
Rashign says 'Yous got any gnomes instead?'

Atrissa climbs back behind the bar.
Atrissa clatters some crates around.

Rashign begins to dribble in excitement.

You say 'I have some goblin eyes?'

Rashign gasps in astonishment.

Shakiniel says 'I, uh, I got svirf whiskey, does that count.'

Rashign says 'Yar! Me never had ems.'

You say 'No gnomes, I think the wight ate them all'

Rashign says 'Me only had goblin arms.'
Rashign sighs.
Rashign says 'Ems stupid and greedy.'

Atrissa gracefully spins over top of the bar and plops into a chair.

Rashign mutters something quietly to himself.

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

You say to Rashign 'You know what the secret to keeping a wight calm is?'

You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You nod at Shakiniel.
You say 'Song, of course'

Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 12 AM> l rash

Rashign says 'Feed ems to Emperor?'
*** Haha!

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 1 AM> 
This bloated behemoth pervades at ten feet, but it is his monstrous girth 
which truly emphasises his size. Huge shoulders fail to demarcate the 
distended bulk of his torso, the corpulence straining against the black 
iron which shrouds him from neck to knee.

Atop a short neck swallowed by rolls of flesh purches a head devoid of hair 
entire, somehow seeming small for the rest of him despite its giant 
proportions. His eyes are a startlingly bright shade of sickly green, set 
just above a mouth which perpetually gapes wide, revealing the myriad 
stained teeth within.
Rashign, a male fire giant, is in perfect health.
Rashign seems to be in normal mood.

Rashign is using:
<worn on finger>    (Glowing) (Humming) a ring with three black pearls
<worn on finger>    the Seantryn Royal Signet Ring
<worn around neck>  (Red Aura) (Humming) a carved onyx medallion
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) a mantle of fire
<worn on body>      (Red Aura) hide armor from a yeti
<worn on head>      the Seantryn Battle Helm
<worn on legs>      (Glowing) a pair of sturdy wooden shinpads
<worn on feet>      knee-high boots of gray snakeskin
<worn on hands>     (Glowing) gloves of dancing flame
<worn on arms>      (Glowing) (Humming) the sleeves of Harrapia
<worn about body>   a ragged dark-gray cloak
<worn about waist>  the girdle of endless space
<worn around wrist> (Red Aura) a pitted iron bracer
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of blue coldfire
<mainhand wielded>  a drake-scaled flail named, 'Crimson Slumber'
<held in hand>      a wand of return

Shakiniel scratches her head with a confused look upon her face.

You say to Rashign 'Can I hold your flail?'
You blink innocently at Rashign.

You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.

Shakiniel looks at Rashign.

Rashign pokes a finger into an ear, rooting around for a moment.

Shakiniel says 'Oh, I know about that one.'

Rashign says 'Uh. Say dat again?'

You say to Shakiniel 'No wonder he eats you, he is armored reallllly well'

Rashign grins evilly.

You say to Rashign 'Is your flail got souls in it? Can I see it'
*** It's not typos, I am drunk!

Shakiniel says to you 'Yes, well, I'm lucky to see the drillmaster once every four elven days.'
*** Zing!

Shakiniel looks more enlightened.

You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You do not feel thirsty.
It is now empty.

*HIC*

Rashign says 'Oh! Yous mean Rash's snacks?'

Atrissa pushes a lock of hair behind her ear.

Pleased, Rashign pats the hilt of a drake-scaled flail named, 'Crimson Slumber',
his trusty weapon.

You say 'Snacks?'

Rashign says 'Yar!'

You say 'Soul-snacks?'

Rashign nods wisely.

You say to Shakiniel 'I thought you'd lost some color...'

You frown at what he did.

Shakiniel says to you 'More than once and to more than one antipaladin'

Rashign says 'Whuh?'
Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.

You snicker softly.

Rashign says 'This like trying work out what ems blade saying.'

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 6 AM> perform red twirls about
playfully, spilling wine on the floor.

Rashign mutters something quietly to himself.

You feel too disoriented to perform effectively.
*** Really??

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 6 AM> emote twirls about playfully,
spilling wine on the floor.
Atrissa twirls about playfully, spilling wine on the floor.
*** Can't perform when drunk, but can emote! Mechanics won't crimp my RP!!

Rashign drinks beer from a stein of Akan beer.

You say to Rashign 'I do not like that warmaster.'

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 7 AM> hic
*HIC*

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 7 AM> 
Volzmer raises an eyebrow at you.
*** Dammit! You have no idea how often this happened! Would say something negative
*** about someone, and suddenly there they were. Maybe I gossiped more than I thought...

You say to Shakiniel 'He asked me for orbs. Orbz. '
*** ouch. don't stack your says, you never know who could walk in!

You snicker softly.

Volzmer sits down and rests.
Volzmer looks at you.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 8 AM> snicker volz
You snicker with him about your shared secret.
*** weak attempt to laugh it off

Shakiniel says 'Men should have enough orbs of their own.'
*** Eh OHHHH!

Shakiniel nods solemnly.

Volzmer laughs heartily.

You give a stein of Akan beer to Volzmer.

You say to Volzmer 'You mister-'

Volzmer opens the beer, spits in it and returns it to Atrissa
*** Well damn

Volzmer gives you a stein of Akan beer.
Volzmer goes to sleep.

Rashign blinks a few times.

You say to Volzmer 'You didn't like my story of Maddie?'
You groan loudly.

Volzmer wakes up and starts resting.
Volzmer pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
Volzmer goes to sleep.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 9 AM> sing rev
You haven't rehearsed the song 'reveal all'.
*** What?

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 9 AM> sing reviel
That's not a song!
*** dammit spelling!

Rashign says 'Yous see what Rash has to deal with?'
*** hold up, you don't even know what I'm dealing with! I got songs I don't even know how to type!

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 9 AM> song rev
Your ability in the song reveal all is at 0%.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 9 AM> song revielle
There is no 'revielle' song.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 10 AM> songs
Level  2: travelers march               94%  10 mana
Level  4: charismatic prelude          100%  10 mana
Level  7: adagio                        97%  10 mana
Level  9: piercing dissonance           86%  20 mana
Level 10: chant of resilience           99%  10 mana
Level 11: battaglia                     88%  30 mana
Level 14: canticle of the gods          88%  15 mana
Level 15: elven adagio                 100%  15 mana
Level 16: lullaby                       86%  30 mana
Level 17: languid carol                 96%  20 mana
Level 18: anthem of resistance         100%  30 mana
Level 19: riddle of revelation          90%  20 mana
          cacophonous clamor            81%  30 mana
Level 20: reveille                      82%  30 mana
Level 21: pastoral of the mind          92%  40 mana
Level 22: tranquil serenade             94%  25 mana
Level 26: requiem                       80%  40 mana
Level 27: elegy of tears                80%  25 mana
Level 28: bagatelle of bravado          91% 120 mana
Level 29: laborious lament              77%  20 mana
Level 32: vibrato                       80%  40 mana
Level 33: nocturne of fright            93%  40 mana
Level 34: apocalyptic overture          78%  30 mana
Level 38: fantasia of illusion          78%  60 mana
Level 40: symphonic echoes              84%  20 mana
Level 42: dirge of solitude             81%  40 mana
Level 45: grand nocturne                75% 150 mana

You have 31 rehearsal sessions.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 10 AM> sing revei
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!'

*** Well that was anti-climactic

Shakiniel says 'How are you supposed to talk to someone if they just fall asleep mid conversation?'

You nod agreeably at Shakiniel.

Shakiniel sings 'Awaken, now, warriors true
The bugle cry is calling!'

Rashign says 'Well yous see.'

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 11 AM> 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, 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.
 
[Exits: north east west]
( 3) A goblet of fine elven wine has been left here.
( 2) A tankard of thick caramel stout with subtle coffee hints and a rich, foamy
head has been left here.
     A glass of frothy milk has been left here.
     A tankard of cold beer sits invitingly on the table.
     A thick mass of spider webs awaits its next victim.
(Red Aura) Volzmer the duergar is sleeping here.
You're overwhelmed by a flurry of flapping wings and shrieking!
(Gold Aura) Shakiniel the azure-touched is here.
A wild-looking giant impatiently adjusts his furs.
(Red Aura) Rashign the fire giant is here.
(Gold Aura) A headless bouncer hefts its cudgel and looks for trouble.
A hulking, hooded figure looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic drunk 11 AM> l volz
This male duerhar looks at you with his small, but wide eyes
as if he got the sun directly in his eyes. You find it hard
to actually see his eyes color, but you guess they are brown or black
His skin are pale and dirty, he have not been cleaning himself
for a while. His long fingernails and long hair makes you think, that
he just recently came up to the surface. He is carryin various weapons
along with him, and a small sack is thrown over his left shoulder.
His do not smile, or gives you any feelings at all, and you
notice a big wound under his right eye. He stands average in height, and
before you can have a closer look, he wanders away
Volzmer, a male duergar, has some small but disgusting cuts.
Volzmer seems to be in normal mood.

Volzmer is using:
<worn on finger>    a golden lion's wrath ring
<worn on finger>    a golden lion's wrath ring
<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 bronze mask of a scowling face
<worn on legs>      a pair of jagged leggings
<worn on feet>      a pair of spiked boots
<worn on hands>     some spiked gauntlets
<worn on arms>      some spiked sleeves
<worn about body>   a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist>  a sash of black gauze
<worn around wrist> a stiff leather bracer
<worn around wrist> a stiff leather bracer
<mainhand wielded>  (Red Aura) a jagged black saber
<offhand wielded>   (Red Aura) a nightmare blade

Rashign says 'Other blade ems one of ems minotaurs.'

You say 'He's a spiky one'

Rashign says 'So yous can't understand what ems saying anyway.'
Rashign shrugs indifferently.

Volzmer wakes and stands up.

Shakiniel says 'Minotaurs are eaaaaasy.'
Shakiniel says 'All you got to do is.'

You snicker with him about your shared secret.

Volzmer yawns right in your face.
Volzmer leaves north.

Shakiniel says 'All you got to do, is.'

Rashign says 'Eat ems!'
Rashign licks his mouth and smiles.
*** hahaha

Shakiniel says 'If you don't know what they're saying.'

Shakiniel says 'Tell them to say what they're saying...in a different way. Tell them to rephrase it.'

You laugh at Rashign's humorous antics.

Rashign says 'Uh.'

Shakiniel says 'And usually you can get them to elab enough you know what the Nil they're on about.'

Rashign says 'Nuh. Me will just eat ems.'
*** hahahah! it never gets old, what can I say?

You groan at the sight of her.

Rashign shrugs indifferently.

You say to Rashign 'You are a hungry giant!'

Rashign licks his mouth and smiles.
Rashign buys two of a large boar steak.

Shakiniel says 'I guess ify ou're the dread lord you can eat whoever you want with a blood reckoning....'

Rashign finishes eating a large boar steak.

You comfort her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Rashign finishes eating a large boar steak.

You say to Rashign 'I have a very pro-Imperial song you would like, but it's not ready.'
*** Oh, that song will have its own story now, won't it?

Rashign says slyly 'Yous should still take oath. Then me share.'

Shakiniel leans into Atrissa's hand, humming thoughtfully.
*** creepy, Shakiniel!

Rashign gasps in astonishment.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 4 PM> hic
*HIC*

Rashign says 'A song?'

Shakiniel says 'I have the same problem with the Empire that I do with the archons. I'm not interested in chains whether they're made of cold iron or mithril.'
*** Always shoehorning those chains into the dialogue Shakiniel!

Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.

You say 'I'll probably have to sell it to you or something, I'm sure I couldn't publish it'
*** I actually tried to give it to Odaza with the promise to publish it if he anathema'd whatever
*** a-hole imperial would ultimately attack me when. We know who that was! And
*** boy, how differently things would have turned out if he had accomodated me! He didn't
*** so I sung it at a event.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 4 PM> hic
*HIC*

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

Rashign says 'We can make ems hot iron if that help, Emperor is smart!'
Rashign says 'Ems could make it happen.'
Rashign nods wisely.

You look at Rashign and wince at his remark.

You say 'Odaza, ever so fearsome'

Rashign drinks beer from a stein of Akan beer.
Rashign says 'Yar!'

You say to Shakiniel ''Tis a dark time to be brave'

Shakiniel exhales slowly from her nose.

Shakiniel says 'Yeah.'

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 9 PM> hic
*HIC*

You say to Rashign 'You should make time for the Scion's little debate coming up'
You say 'There will be snacks'

Shakiniel says 'The outlanders and the imperials basically take turns at it and every time I try finding somewhere else to be I get discovered.'
*** Not the Hamsah whorehouse though!

Rashign says 'Uh. '
Rashign says 'Okay, me come!'
Rashign says 'What is it?'

Atrissa tries to collect her senses.

Pausing to think, Rashign ponders what Shakiniel has done.

You say 'It's about the Rza and Whey'
*** Remember, I am still drunk. But also Atrissa was not generally well-read on things, so who can be be sure??
*** Saurians were kinda new at this time.

Shakiniel keeps leaning on Atrissa while she explains, interjecting helpfully.

Rashign says 'The whuh?'

You say 'And how the whey is all the way too whey'

Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.

Shakiniel says 'One of the Scions is gonna talk about why the world is too full of life and 
how he's gonna stop all of the life by making not-life invade the life.'
*** Yes, thank you! He gave me quite the sales pitch!

You say 'It all adds up, trust me'

Rashign says 'Uh.'

You nod agreeably at Shakiniel.
You say 'What she said'

Rashign raises a fat finger.

Rashign says 'Yous stop.'

Atrissa purses her lips.

Rashign says 'Yous sure?'

Shakiniel says 'I'm , uh, that's what they've always said they're gonna do.'

Rashign says 'Yar, but...'

Shakiniel says 'That's why the Empire wants to kill them. Because they can't be
the Theran Empire if there's no thera.'

Rashign says 'Yous sure there is actually one of ems Scions?'

Shakiniel nods.
Shakiniel says 'Yeah, the black saurian.'

You say to Shakiniel 'What is his name?'

Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.

Shakiniel says 'Uh...'

You say 'Gar-something'

Shakiniel says 'Really...hissy.'
Shakiniel says 'Snakey name. Lke you'd give a snake.'

Rashign says 'Uh.'

You say 'He really poured it on me'

You drink wine from a goblet of fine elven wine.
You feel drunk.
You shrug.

Rashign says 'It nuh... grakitzel, is it?'

You say 'Something like that'

You say 'Yuh'
You say 'I mean, yeah'

Rashign coughs.

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 4 AM> hic
*HIC*

Rashign says 'Uh. Me no think ems going to be doing no talks.'
Rashign says 'Me ate him.'

Shakiniel says 'Like...forever, or..?'

You say 'You ate him?'

Rashign says 'Yar! Ate ems all up!'

You say 'Big eat him?'

Rashign licks his mouth and smiles.

Shakiniel says 'Damn. Killed him so hard he didn't come back.'
Shakiniel says 'So much for your event, Atrishhsa.'

Rashign says 'Nuh, me ate him.'

Rashign frowns at what Shakiniel did.

Atrissa stares at Rashign, awestruck.

Shakiniel says 'Okay, well, did he come back like me or did he not come back like...chicken.'

You say to Rashign 'Well, that is one event I need not worry about!'
*** Or do I??? I went through with it after all, but that is a different story. Yep,
*** just my luck to be talked into hosting my second event and set it up without Gwendelya's
*** permission and then the salesman himself gets eaten by Rashign and deletes.

Rashign says 'Nuh, ems were more like...'
Rashign sits down and thinks deeply.

You music 'I. Choose. Wine!'

Rashign says 'Turkey, nuh chicken.'
Rashign nods happily.

You say to Rashign 'That is quite amusing! Oh, I think I can write a funny
missive about that.'

You say 'Seems Sza quite one the debate!'
*** Drunk, not a typo!  

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 9 AM> hic
*HIC*

civilized <748hp 791m 866mv Romantic tipsy 10 AM> 
Rashign says 'Well. Me think me ate him...'

You say to Rashign 'Good thing you didn't slurp me into that flail before my dance!'

Rashign peers about himself suspiciously.

You say 'I thought it odd his name wasn't in my missive, I thought, "Atrissa,
did you forget to put his name in that missive?"'
*** Heh, well it *did* actually change after I posted it. Plus, I got Sra and Weh mixed up. 
*** If you are bad with names and terminology, it's always good to RP a character who is bad with
*** names and terminology too!

You say 'I think magics took it out.'
*** Magic barb for you Shakiniel!

Rashign scratches his head with a confused look upon his face.
Rashign says 'Me must've really ate ems good.'
Rashign pats his stomach.

Shakiniel's hunger hits her.
*** heh

Shakiniel finishes eating a side of deer venison.

You say to Shakiniel 'Something tells me this foe of yours, is not going to be
unhungry any time soon'