Xandalf
04-20-2005, 07:41 PM
I tried to edit the log a lot. It's still long though. Enjoy it!
>e
[Ta'Vaalor, Victory Court]
A small cluster of trees stands near the edge of the court, providing a shady spot and a chance for a brief respite from the
bustle of the city. Several elven guards stand beneath a nearby tree, chatting quietly amongst themselves as they scan the crowded court. You also see a stein of dark elven ale, the Paradii disk, the Bick disk, the Kethara disk, the Alunova disk, an engraved fel box, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Calemnach, Lady Zenaxa, Great Lord Paradii, Imagestar, Hadya, Sylverose who is sitting, Namid who is sitting, Bick, Pina, Strathome, Kethara, Ardemona who is sitting, Nasasha who is kneeling, Alunova, Garvane who is sitting, Nevara, Gamzek who is sitting, Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
You yawn.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, Zenaxa says, "She said dwarves did not make good slaves."
Sandlot smiles.
Alunova says, "I need a slave."
Alunova stares off into space.
You shift your eyes to Alunova.
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "I will sell you one, cheap."
Garvane exclaims, "Dwarves are the best slaves!"
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "I have a Human for sale for only nine million coins."
You nod to Alunova.
Alunova rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Ardemona says, "Nine million seems a bit expensive."
Speaking grimly in broken common, Paradii asks, "9 million for a human?"
You roll your eyes.
Speaking grimly in broken common, Paradii says, "What a rip."
Garvane says, "And, you really can't tell the difference between the male and female dwarves."
Sandlot deeply says, "I'd kill him and take it from him."
Sandlot nods to Alunova.
You quietly say, "Clearly you do not know the slave market."
You see Sandlot the Woodsmaster.
He appears to be a Human from Dragach.
He appears to be young and robust and taller than average. He has piercing crystal green eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder length, dark brown hair. He has an unshaven face and an aquiline nose.
He has a spiked black steel stud in his right eyebrow, and a silver-twined bone spike in his lip.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, some elegant black velvet breeches, some blackened veniom cufflinks, a back quiver, a pair of glaes vaalin-trimmed bracers, a crystal amulet, a shadowy black weapons harness, some laced dark leather boots, a
high-collared pitch black windcape, and an ancient battle-worn Turamzzyrian infantry longbow.
Zenaxa growls at Garvane.
You smirk.
Hadya quietly says, "I would think nine million rather cheap."
You nod to Hadya.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "I do not dabble in lowly, unskilled slaves."
Speaking grimly in broken common to Alunova, Paradii says, "Jes buy a bug for like 50k."
You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.
Garvane nods to you.
Sandlot deeply says, "If it's been used by a dhe'nar, it ain't worth it."
You raise an eyebrow in Sandlot's direction.
You smirk.
Sandlot nods to you.
Hadya quietly says, "It is a female? Females are worth a bit more because of their producing children, who could be slaves
as well."
Garvane says, "But most are without talent."
Bick turns to face Sandlot.
Sandlot squints at Bick.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "To one unable to grasp true value and power, I would suppose it would have no worth to
you."
Sandlot laughs at you!
Garvane nods to you.
You smile quietly to yourself.
Alunova nods.
You shift your eyes to Alunova.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "You wouldn't believe how many arguments I have about the value of power to people who don't
have any."
Sandlot nods to Garvane.
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "The offer will stand at nine million coins."
Garvane says, "Those without power seem to think nothing of it."
You nod to Alunova.
Alunova nods.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "They simply lack the ability to understand."
You nod to Garvane.
Sandlot grins.
Hadya quietly says, "There are some of us who only wish to give our power to others, to make them stronger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Understand that if I met you outside of town, it would not be pretty for you."
Hadya folds her hands.
Sandlot nods to Pina.
Pina just went east.
Sandlot deeply says, "I've killed many Dhe'nar such as yourself, whom think their race superior in all ways. But know you are
not superior to me in battle, which is the only thing that counts."
Sylverose cocks her head at Hadya.
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Medi grins at you.
Nasasha smiles at Sandlot.
You quietly say, "How amusing."
Sandlot deeply asks, "Amusing?"
Speaking quietly to Garvane, Hadya says, "It is not dumb, it is what I was called to do."
You nod to Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply asks, "Care to prove your worth?"
You laugh at Sandlot!
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Death is not a game to Me."
Sandlot looks thoughtfully at you.
Sandlot deeply says, "It is not a game to me either."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "My life and Path are worth far more than a mere test of wills against a mere mortal."
Sandlot deeply says, "But I do delight in seeing weaklings like you fall."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Ah, I hunt the Bog, perhaps I will see you there. "
You smile quietly to yourself.
Sandlot nods to you.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "If not there, in Illistim perhaps."
Sandlot deeply says, "Outside of the gates, now, sir."
Medi chuckles.
You lean on your staff.
Garvane ponders.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "He's quick to the blade."
You quietly say, "Humans need to work on their listening skills, among others."
You yawn.
Speaking quietly in Elven, Namid says, "Small man syndrome."
You nod to Namid.
Namid shrugs.
Speaking quietly in Elven, you say, "Clearly frustrated, and rightfully so, by the unbalanced match of wits."
Speaking in Elven to you, Garvane asks, "Do you have to put up with a lot of these types?"
Namid agrees with you.
You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.
%At this point he says something about waiting in the rambling meadows%
Alunova blinks.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Usually they attempt to attack me in the Bog, and it ends quickly."
Garvane smirks.
Garvane nods to you.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "I'm glad to hear that."
Alunova grins.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "Such people shouldn't be allowed to walk the world."
Sylverose rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "I recommend taking away their legs."
Garvane shrugs.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Mistakes such as that are easily rectified."
Garvane nods.
Sandlot deeply says, "As I suspected, courage is something your kind knows nothing of."
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Ardemona blinks.
You are now speaking Common.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you ask, "Simply because you are clearly outmatched in a battle of wits, you expect your blade
to save you?"
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "It will not."
Hadya quietly says, "Ther is courage and then there is being quick to temperance."
Sandlot deeply says, "Observe more closely."
Sandlot deeply says, "I do not wield a blade."
Ellajane smirks.
Speaking quietly to Hadya, you say, "It does not understand what you speak."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "You seem to be the latter."
You look at Hadya and shake your head.
Sandlot deeply asks, "Oh, an insult of one of my own kind?"
You nod to Hadya.
Medi chuckles.
Hadya quietly says, "That is not courage."
Garvane says, "That mortal has more sense than you do."
You smirk.
Sandlot deeply says, "Not quick to anger, unless it is a Dhe'nar that is provoking it."
Speaking to Garvane, Medi says, "I have sense."
You chuckle at Medi.
Speaking quietly to Medi, you say, "On occasion."
Medi grins.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "Why do you let yourself be lead into anger, when you know what they are, for they
will not change."
Garvane smirks.
Sandlot ponders.
Garvane says, "An interesting question."
Pina quietly says, "He should change his ways because they won't."
An old memory bubbles up from your past, and causes you to reflect a moment. With a flash of insight, you realize you
understand yourself a bit better than you did a moment ago. The sudden feeling of self-knowledge is a pleasant one.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Do you think you will change the entire race of the Dhe'nar by challenging one?"
Sandlot nods to Pina.
Sandlot deeply says, "Precisely what they're saying."
Sandlot deeply says, "No. I like to kill Dhe'nar."
Sandlot deeply says, "That's the short end of it."
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
Sandlot deeply says, "And if I could wipe out this entire town of it, even better."
Pina scratches at a tattooed symbol of Marlu.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Killing for the simple enjoyment....no purpose then?"
Sandlot deeply says, "Killing their kind for enjoyment, yes."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "That is...stupid."
Speaking quietly to Hadya, you say, "Killing without cause often makes small beings feel slightly larger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Because of the suffering they place on every other kind."
Sandlot deeply says, "You, are stupid."
Speaking to Sandlot, Garvane says, "You do make very little sense."
Sandlot deeply says, "It is a cause."
Sandlot deeply says, "Your people enslave people who ought not be slaves."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "And what of our kind who do the same?"
Sandlot deeply says, "I am simply returning the karma which is owed to you."
You chuckle.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "They are priveledged to serve Us."
Ardemona smiles.
Garvane nods to you.
Hadya quietly says, "Our kind enslave as well."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "It is a fate you could only dream to one day have."
Hadya shrugs.
Sandlot looks thoughtfully at Hadya.
Sandlot deeply says, "You are Tehir."
Sandlot deeply says, "You know nothing of our kind, sand whlp."
Sandlot deeply says, "Whelp."
Sandlot deeply says, "You might as well go back to the desert where you belong."
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply says, "And the holes you Dhe'nari crawled out of."
Namid laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Speaking quietly to yourself, you say, "I bet it thought of that one all by itself."
Caro's face turns slightly pale.
You nod.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "I do not turn to so quickly to anger."
Hadya smiles at Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply says, "It is not unjust anger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Good, because i'll obviously say what I will anyway."
Sandlot deeply says, "Whether or not it matters to you, matters not to me."
You quietly say, "I do enjoy listening to Human babble. It is midly amusing."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Then why do you say it?"
Hadya quietly says, "You are a fool."
Sandlot deeply says, "I will not be the one babbling when you have a bolt in your eye, Dhe'nari."
Speaking to Sandlot, Garvane says, "You are not even liked by your own kind. That is quite an accomplishment."
You glance at Sandlot and yawn.
Sandlot deeply says, "Learn your history. Tehir are backstabbers."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "Nesslendi, Leewanai."
You chuckle to yourself.
You are now speaking Elven.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Now that was amusing."
You nod to Garvane.
Sandlot deeply says, "Fools."
You agree with Sandlot.
You are now speaking Common.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Ah, I see you have come to terms with your own existence. Excellent."
Garvane nods to you.
You nod to Sandlot.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Perhaps I underestimated you."
Deep in thought, you absently stare at Sandlot and lace your fingers before you.
Sandlot deeply says, "I would not go to the bog if I were you, Dhe'nar."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "I will be there soon."
You nod to Sandlot.
Garvane chuckles.
Paradii chuckles.
Sandlot deeply says, "Perhaps you have some courage yet."
You smile quietly to yourself.
You remove a thick twisted orase staff from in your runestaff harness.
You slide a gold ring off your finger.
You slide the ring on your finger.
Suddenly your surroundings shift...
[Fethayl Bog, Cypress Grove]
Ascending into the sky, a cypress dome blocks out nearly all of the sun's rays with their broad branches. Grey, somber fog
clings to the ground persistently, adding to the uniform dreariness of the area. Through the bleak greyness, the land dips into a small depression to the southeast, while higher land remains unsubmerged. You also see a twisted modwir-shafted halberd, a mottled wolverine that is lying down, the Paradii disk, the Alunova disk and a bog spectre.
%hunt for a minute or two%
>w
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof
notes in the wind to a somber chord.
Also here: Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
>nw
[Fethayl Bog]
Murky water surrounds a collection of cypress trees, the broad roots sinking deep into the mud. Buttonbush speckles the tufted sedge that borders the faint pathway forking around a small pond. Elven moss and poison ivy lines the cypress knees sitting nearby, overshadowing the trail with their silhouettes in the dim sunlight. You also see a warrior shade.
Obvious paths: east, southeast, northwest
A warrior shade swings a twisted modwir-shafted halberd at you!
AS: +283 vs DS: +384 with AvD: +27 + d100 roll: +56 = -18
A clean miss.
>rub am
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 72 + Modifiers: 159 == 231
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>se
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof notes in the wind to a somber chord.
Also here: Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Incredible suction forces Sandlot's brain out through his ears!
* Sandlot drops dead at your feet!
Sandlot returns to normal color.
Sandlot no longer appears to be listening intently.
The very powerful look leaves Sandlot.
The white light leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Sandlot is no longer moving so silently.
The deep blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose some dexterity.
The light blue glow leaves Sandlot.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>smile sand
You smile at Sandlot.
A warrior shade strides across the mire.
>l
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof notes in the wind to a somber chord. You also see a warrior shade.
Also here: the body of Sandlot who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Sandlot's body decays into compost.
%Insert rest of hunt here, then it said it was coming back after me on the Amunet (smart guy right?)%
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Obvious paths: none
Garvane followed.
>'Let's wait for it.
You quietly say, "Let's wait for it."
>rub am
Sandlot comes out of hiding.
Sandlot gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 36 + Modifiers: 159 == 195
%Whew!! that was close!!%
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
Cast at what?
I>go arch
[Fethayl Bog]
Murky water surrounds a collection of cypress trees, the broad roots sinking deep into the mud. Buttonbush speckles the tufted sedge that borders the faint pathway forking around a small pond. Elven moss and poison ivy lines the cypress knees sitting nearby, overshadowing the trail with their silhouettes in the dim sunlight.
Obvious paths: east, southeast, northwest
*** TypoHelp: Converted "140" to INCANT 140.
You gesture while calling upon the lesser spirits to aid you with the Wall of Force spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
A wall of force surrounds you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>peer nw
You peer northwest and see ...
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Also here: the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: none
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Quake...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture.
You concentrate on projecting the illusion of a violent quake.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>rub am
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 37 + Modifiers: 159 == 196
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>nw
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Also here: Eaglesoul, Sandlot who is lying down, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: none
Sandlot deeply says, "Mm hmm."
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Forceful decompression nearly turns Sandlot inside out!
+91 Hits.
Sandlot is stunned!
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Eaglesoul babbles something unintelligible.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Debris strikes Sandlot in the leg.
+19 Hits.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
The guiding force leaves Sandlot.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Eaglesoul asks, "What is going on?"
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Shock wave of air slams Sandlot into the ground!
+31 Hits.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Shock wave of air slams Sandlot into the ground!
+32 Hits.
* Sandlot drops dead at your feet!
Sandlot seems to lose an aura of confidence.
The deep blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The light blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot is no longer moving so silently.
Sandlot seems to lose some internal strength.
Sandlot returns to normal color.
The white light leaves Sandlot.
The very powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose some dexterity.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "He attacked me."
Sandlot's body decays into compost.
%These were some of the thoughts going on during the process.. they were funny so I included them too!%
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Sandlot ran into an accident in the Bog. Ignore its death."
[Paradii (faint)]: "hah"
[Marionetta (faint)]: "Anyone with Sandlot?"
[Garvane (faint)]: "hah, i think sandlot found the Dhe'nar he was looking for, but I dont think he liked what it found"
[Paradii (faint)]: "need help in the bog for me"
[Ardemona (faint)]: "He was just strolling through town."
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Sandlot ran into another unfortunate accident. Again, ignore it."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "hmm.. only three implosions to kill me"
[Foxlyn (faint)]: "Ouch"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Implosions you say? Sounds like a terrible accident."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Oh, much less than an accident"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Ah, good."
[Hadya (faint)]: "yes, but it did kill you...you were very much careless."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "You were not there. How should you know?"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "So that would then make Two unfortunate accidents for you, would it not?"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "That's a possibility"
[Hadya (faint)]: "Something tells me you accidently ran into a Dhe'nar"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Was no accident, He will get his"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "A Dhe'nar will be attacked for your own foolish accidents? Outragous!"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Believe me, I will be much more careful about it these next times"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Ah, excellent. Perhaps there will be no more accidents then."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Perhaps wearing my armor would have helped"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "As I stated, your own foolishness."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "mmm hmm"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "I'll be in the bog, if you should care for another try at my life"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Then your death will come at a later time when you are less prepared"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Your choice"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "You insist on learning your lessons the hard way. Two accidents was not enough for you?"
In closing, I would have much preferred if Xand could ward him, but Sandlot has quite a few trains on Xand, so I had to act appropriatly and intelligently. It was fun, although I don't think Sandlot enjoyed himself to much.
>e
[Ta'Vaalor, Victory Court]
A small cluster of trees stands near the edge of the court, providing a shady spot and a chance for a brief respite from the
bustle of the city. Several elven guards stand beneath a nearby tree, chatting quietly amongst themselves as they scan the crowded court. You also see a stein of dark elven ale, the Paradii disk, the Bick disk, the Kethara disk, the Alunova disk, an engraved fel box, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Calemnach, Lady Zenaxa, Great Lord Paradii, Imagestar, Hadya, Sylverose who is sitting, Namid who is sitting, Bick, Pina, Strathome, Kethara, Ardemona who is sitting, Nasasha who is kneeling, Alunova, Garvane who is sitting, Nevara, Gamzek who is sitting, Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
You yawn.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, Zenaxa says, "She said dwarves did not make good slaves."
Sandlot smiles.
Alunova says, "I need a slave."
Alunova stares off into space.
You shift your eyes to Alunova.
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "I will sell you one, cheap."
Garvane exclaims, "Dwarves are the best slaves!"
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "I have a Human for sale for only nine million coins."
You nod to Alunova.
Alunova rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Ardemona says, "Nine million seems a bit expensive."
Speaking grimly in broken common, Paradii asks, "9 million for a human?"
You roll your eyes.
Speaking grimly in broken common, Paradii says, "What a rip."
Garvane says, "And, you really can't tell the difference between the male and female dwarves."
Sandlot deeply says, "I'd kill him and take it from him."
Sandlot nods to Alunova.
You quietly say, "Clearly you do not know the slave market."
You see Sandlot the Woodsmaster.
He appears to be a Human from Dragach.
He appears to be young and robust and taller than average. He has piercing crystal green eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder length, dark brown hair. He has an unshaven face and an aquiline nose.
He has a spiked black steel stud in his right eyebrow, and a silver-twined bone spike in his lip.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, some elegant black velvet breeches, some blackened veniom cufflinks, a back quiver, a pair of glaes vaalin-trimmed bracers, a crystal amulet, a shadowy black weapons harness, some laced dark leather boots, a
high-collared pitch black windcape, and an ancient battle-worn Turamzzyrian infantry longbow.
Zenaxa growls at Garvane.
You smirk.
Hadya quietly says, "I would think nine million rather cheap."
You nod to Hadya.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "I do not dabble in lowly, unskilled slaves."
Speaking grimly in broken common to Alunova, Paradii says, "Jes buy a bug for like 50k."
You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.
Garvane nods to you.
Sandlot deeply says, "If it's been used by a dhe'nar, it ain't worth it."
You raise an eyebrow in Sandlot's direction.
You smirk.
Sandlot nods to you.
Hadya quietly says, "It is a female? Females are worth a bit more because of their producing children, who could be slaves
as well."
Garvane says, "But most are without talent."
Bick turns to face Sandlot.
Sandlot squints at Bick.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "To one unable to grasp true value and power, I would suppose it would have no worth to
you."
Sandlot laughs at you!
Garvane nods to you.
You smile quietly to yourself.
Alunova nods.
You shift your eyes to Alunova.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "You wouldn't believe how many arguments I have about the value of power to people who don't
have any."
Sandlot nods to Garvane.
Speaking quietly to Alunova, you say, "The offer will stand at nine million coins."
Garvane says, "Those without power seem to think nothing of it."
You nod to Alunova.
Alunova nods.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "They simply lack the ability to understand."
You nod to Garvane.
Sandlot grins.
Hadya quietly says, "There are some of us who only wish to give our power to others, to make them stronger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Understand that if I met you outside of town, it would not be pretty for you."
Hadya folds her hands.
Sandlot nods to Pina.
Pina just went east.
Sandlot deeply says, "I've killed many Dhe'nar such as yourself, whom think their race superior in all ways. But know you are
not superior to me in battle, which is the only thing that counts."
Sylverose cocks her head at Hadya.
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Medi grins at you.
Nasasha smiles at Sandlot.
You quietly say, "How amusing."
Sandlot deeply asks, "Amusing?"
Speaking quietly to Garvane, Hadya says, "It is not dumb, it is what I was called to do."
You nod to Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply asks, "Care to prove your worth?"
You laugh at Sandlot!
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Death is not a game to Me."
Sandlot looks thoughtfully at you.
Sandlot deeply says, "It is not a game to me either."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "My life and Path are worth far more than a mere test of wills against a mere mortal."
Sandlot deeply says, "But I do delight in seeing weaklings like you fall."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Ah, I hunt the Bog, perhaps I will see you there. "
You smile quietly to yourself.
Sandlot nods to you.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "If not there, in Illistim perhaps."
Sandlot deeply says, "Outside of the gates, now, sir."
Medi chuckles.
You lean on your staff.
Garvane ponders.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "He's quick to the blade."
You quietly say, "Humans need to work on their listening skills, among others."
You yawn.
Speaking quietly in Elven, Namid says, "Small man syndrome."
You nod to Namid.
Namid shrugs.
Speaking quietly in Elven, you say, "Clearly frustrated, and rightfully so, by the unbalanced match of wits."
Speaking in Elven to you, Garvane asks, "Do you have to put up with a lot of these types?"
Namid agrees with you.
You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.
%At this point he says something about waiting in the rambling meadows%
Alunova blinks.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Usually they attempt to attack me in the Bog, and it ends quickly."
Garvane smirks.
Garvane nods to you.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "I'm glad to hear that."
Alunova grins.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "Such people shouldn't be allowed to walk the world."
Sylverose rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Speaking in Elven, Garvane says, "I recommend taking away their legs."
Garvane shrugs.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Mistakes such as that are easily rectified."
Garvane nods.
Sandlot deeply says, "As I suspected, courage is something your kind knows nothing of."
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Ardemona blinks.
You are now speaking Common.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you ask, "Simply because you are clearly outmatched in a battle of wits, you expect your blade
to save you?"
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "It will not."
Hadya quietly says, "Ther is courage and then there is being quick to temperance."
Sandlot deeply says, "Observe more closely."
Sandlot deeply says, "I do not wield a blade."
Ellajane smirks.
Speaking quietly to Hadya, you say, "It does not understand what you speak."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "You seem to be the latter."
You look at Hadya and shake your head.
Sandlot deeply asks, "Oh, an insult of one of my own kind?"
You nod to Hadya.
Medi chuckles.
Hadya quietly says, "That is not courage."
Garvane says, "That mortal has more sense than you do."
You smirk.
Sandlot deeply says, "Not quick to anger, unless it is a Dhe'nar that is provoking it."
Speaking to Garvane, Medi says, "I have sense."
You chuckle at Medi.
Speaking quietly to Medi, you say, "On occasion."
Medi grins.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "Why do you let yourself be lead into anger, when you know what they are, for they
will not change."
Garvane smirks.
Sandlot ponders.
Garvane says, "An interesting question."
Pina quietly says, "He should change his ways because they won't."
An old memory bubbles up from your past, and causes you to reflect a moment. With a flash of insight, you realize you
understand yourself a bit better than you did a moment ago. The sudden feeling of self-knowledge is a pleasant one.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Do you think you will change the entire race of the Dhe'nar by challenging one?"
Sandlot nods to Pina.
Sandlot deeply says, "Precisely what they're saying."
Sandlot deeply says, "No. I like to kill Dhe'nar."
Sandlot deeply says, "That's the short end of it."
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
Sandlot deeply says, "And if I could wipe out this entire town of it, even better."
Pina scratches at a tattooed symbol of Marlu.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Killing for the simple enjoyment....no purpose then?"
Sandlot deeply says, "Killing their kind for enjoyment, yes."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "That is...stupid."
Speaking quietly to Hadya, you say, "Killing without cause often makes small beings feel slightly larger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Because of the suffering they place on every other kind."
Sandlot deeply says, "You, are stupid."
Speaking to Sandlot, Garvane says, "You do make very little sense."
Sandlot deeply says, "It is a cause."
Sandlot deeply says, "Your people enslave people who ought not be slaves."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "And what of our kind who do the same?"
Sandlot deeply says, "I am simply returning the karma which is owed to you."
You chuckle.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "They are priveledged to serve Us."
Ardemona smiles.
Garvane nods to you.
Hadya quietly says, "Our kind enslave as well."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "It is a fate you could only dream to one day have."
Hadya shrugs.
Sandlot looks thoughtfully at Hadya.
Sandlot deeply says, "You are Tehir."
Sandlot deeply says, "You know nothing of our kind, sand whlp."
Sandlot deeply says, "Whelp."
Sandlot deeply says, "You might as well go back to the desert where you belong."
You chuckle at Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply says, "And the holes you Dhe'nari crawled out of."
Namid laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Speaking quietly to yourself, you say, "I bet it thought of that one all by itself."
Caro's face turns slightly pale.
You nod.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "I do not turn to so quickly to anger."
Hadya smiles at Sandlot.
Sandlot deeply says, "It is not unjust anger."
Sandlot deeply says, "Good, because i'll obviously say what I will anyway."
Sandlot deeply says, "Whether or not it matters to you, matters not to me."
You quietly say, "I do enjoy listening to Human babble. It is midly amusing."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya asks, "Then why do you say it?"
Hadya quietly says, "You are a fool."
Sandlot deeply says, "I will not be the one babbling when you have a bolt in your eye, Dhe'nari."
Speaking to Sandlot, Garvane says, "You are not even liked by your own kind. That is quite an accomplishment."
You glance at Sandlot and yawn.
Sandlot deeply says, "Learn your history. Tehir are backstabbers."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, Hadya says, "Nesslendi, Leewanai."
You chuckle to yourself.
You are now speaking Elven.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Garvane, you say, "Now that was amusing."
You nod to Garvane.
Sandlot deeply says, "Fools."
You agree with Sandlot.
You are now speaking Common.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Ah, I see you have come to terms with your own existence. Excellent."
Garvane nods to you.
You nod to Sandlot.
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "Perhaps I underestimated you."
Deep in thought, you absently stare at Sandlot and lace your fingers before you.
Sandlot deeply says, "I would not go to the bog if I were you, Dhe'nar."
Speaking quietly to Sandlot, you say, "I will be there soon."
You nod to Sandlot.
Garvane chuckles.
Paradii chuckles.
Sandlot deeply says, "Perhaps you have some courage yet."
You smile quietly to yourself.
You remove a thick twisted orase staff from in your runestaff harness.
You slide a gold ring off your finger.
You slide the ring on your finger.
Suddenly your surroundings shift...
[Fethayl Bog, Cypress Grove]
Ascending into the sky, a cypress dome blocks out nearly all of the sun's rays with their broad branches. Grey, somber fog
clings to the ground persistently, adding to the uniform dreariness of the area. Through the bleak greyness, the land dips into a small depression to the southeast, while higher land remains unsubmerged. You also see a twisted modwir-shafted halberd, a mottled wolverine that is lying down, the Paradii disk, the Alunova disk and a bog spectre.
%hunt for a minute or two%
>w
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof
notes in the wind to a somber chord.
Also here: Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
>nw
[Fethayl Bog]
Murky water surrounds a collection of cypress trees, the broad roots sinking deep into the mud. Buttonbush speckles the tufted sedge that borders the faint pathway forking around a small pond. Elven moss and poison ivy lines the cypress knees sitting nearby, overshadowing the trail with their silhouettes in the dim sunlight. You also see a warrior shade.
Obvious paths: east, southeast, northwest
A warrior shade swings a twisted modwir-shafted halberd at you!
AS: +283 vs DS: +384 with AvD: +27 + d100 roll: +56 = -18
A clean miss.
>rub am
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 72 + Modifiers: 159 == 231
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>se
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof notes in the wind to a somber chord.
Also here: Sandlot
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Incredible suction forces Sandlot's brain out through his ears!
* Sandlot drops dead at your feet!
Sandlot returns to normal color.
Sandlot no longer appears to be listening intently.
The very powerful look leaves Sandlot.
The white light leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Sandlot is no longer moving so silently.
The deep blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose some dexterity.
The light blue glow leaves Sandlot.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>smile sand
You smile at Sandlot.
A warrior shade strides across the mire.
>l
[Fethayl Bog]
Brown moss spreads down from the tree trunks of the live oak copse outlining the swamp, thickening the brackish water with their thin tendrils. Tall stalks of cattails rise up from the deep quagmire like a small symphony, scattering a few aloof notes in the wind to a somber chord. You also see a warrior shade.
Also here: the body of Sandlot who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Sandlot's body decays into compost.
%Insert rest of hunt here, then it said it was coming back after me on the Amunet (smart guy right?)%
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Obvious paths: none
Garvane followed.
>'Let's wait for it.
You quietly say, "Let's wait for it."
>rub am
Sandlot comes out of hiding.
Sandlot gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 36 + Modifiers: 159 == 195
%Whew!! that was close!!%
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
Cast at what?
I>go arch
[Fethayl Bog]
Murky water surrounds a collection of cypress trees, the broad roots sinking deep into the mud. Buttonbush speckles the tufted sedge that borders the faint pathway forking around a small pond. Elven moss and poison ivy lines the cypress knees sitting nearby, overshadowing the trail with their silhouettes in the dim sunlight.
Obvious paths: east, southeast, northwest
*** TypoHelp: Converted "140" to INCANT 140.
You gesture while calling upon the lesser spirits to aid you with the Wall of Force spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
A wall of force surrounds you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>peer nw
You peer northwest and see ...
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Also here: the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: none
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Quake...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture.
You concentrate on projecting the illusion of a violent quake.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>rub am
You rub a clear glass amulet.
1d100: 37 + Modifiers: 159 == 196
You become invisible.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
I>nw
[Fethayl Bog, Marsh Edge]
An old wagon lies buried in the mud near the shore of a murky bog, dark green lichen already finding a home upon its timbers. A light green carpet of minute plant life floats on the surface of the stagnant water, an occasional bubble parting the greenery as it expands outwards toward the shore. At the edge of the marsh, stands of cattails mark the entrance to a shadowed archway beneath the burdened boughs of an ancient willow tree. You also see a steep ridge.
Also here: Eaglesoul, Sandlot who is lying down, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: none
Sandlot deeply says, "Mm hmm."
I>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You are visible again.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Forceful decompression nearly turns Sandlot inside out!
+91 Hits.
Sandlot is stunned!
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Eaglesoul babbles something unintelligible.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Debris strikes Sandlot in the leg.
+19 Hits.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
The guiding force leaves Sandlot.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Eaglesoul asks, "What is going on?"
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Shock wave of air slams Sandlot into the ground!
+31 Hits.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
Wait 1 sec.
You don't have a spell prepared!
>720 sand
*** TypoHelp: Converted "720 sand" to PREP 720 and CAST AT sand
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Sandlot.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Sandlot!
Shock wave of air slams Sandlot into the ground!
+32 Hits.
* Sandlot drops dead at your feet!
Sandlot seems to lose an aura of confidence.
The deep blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The light blue glow leaves Sandlot.
The powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot is no longer moving so silently.
Sandlot seems to lose some internal strength.
Sandlot returns to normal color.
The white light leaves Sandlot.
The very powerful look leaves Sandlot.
Sandlot seems to lose some dexterity.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "He attacked me."
Sandlot's body decays into compost.
%These were some of the thoughts going on during the process.. they were funny so I included them too!%
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Sandlot ran into an accident in the Bog. Ignore its death."
[Paradii (faint)]: "hah"
[Marionetta (faint)]: "Anyone with Sandlot?"
[Garvane (faint)]: "hah, i think sandlot found the Dhe'nar he was looking for, but I dont think he liked what it found"
[Paradii (faint)]: "need help in the bog for me"
[Ardemona (faint)]: "He was just strolling through town."
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Sandlot ran into another unfortunate accident. Again, ignore it."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "hmm.. only three implosions to kill me"
[Foxlyn (faint)]: "Ouch"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Implosions you say? Sounds like a terrible accident."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Oh, much less than an accident"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Ah, good."
[Hadya (faint)]: "yes, but it did kill you...you were very much careless."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "You were not there. How should you know?"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "So that would then make Two unfortunate accidents for you, would it not?"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "That's a possibility"
[Hadya (faint)]: "Something tells me you accidently ran into a Dhe'nar"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Was no accident, He will get his"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "A Dhe'nar will be attacked for your own foolish accidents? Outragous!"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Believe me, I will be much more careful about it these next times"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "Ah, excellent. Perhaps there will be no more accidents then."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Perhaps wearing my armor would have helped"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "As I stated, your own foolishness."
[Sandlot (faint)]: "mmm hmm"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "I'll be in the bog, if you should care for another try at my life"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Then your death will come at a later time when you are less prepared"
[Sandlot (faint)]: "Your choice"
[Xandalf (faint)]: "You insist on learning your lessons the hard way. Two accidents was not enough for you?"
In closing, I would have much preferred if Xand could ward him, but Sandlot has quite a few trains on Xand, so I had to act appropriatly and intelligently. It was fun, although I don't think Sandlot enjoyed himself to much.