Viridian
04-27-2005, 04:14 PM
this is just too funny.
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane sits down.
Zenaxa nods to Garvane.
Lady Whillow just arrived.
Speaking to Zenaxa, Garvane asks, "Up for hunting?"
Whillow hugs Zenaxa, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Lady Whillow just went west.
Garvane stares at Zenaxa.
Garvane says, "Worthelss dwarf."
Zenaxa scowls at Garvane.
You glance at Garvane.
Zenaxa pokes Garvane in the ribs.
You see Garvane the Deceiver.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be youthful and average height. He has piercing crystal green eyes and smooth, dark shadowy skin. He has short, loose dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has an angular face and slightly pointed ears.
He has minor bruises on his neck.
He has some old neck wounds, old battle scars on his left hand, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a gnarled golden band engraved with onyx necromancy symbols, a suit of black stalking leather, a crystal amulet, an ankle sheath, a small cloth sack, a deep black backpack, a leather sheath, and a clear glass amulet.
Garvane looks over at Zenaxa and shakes his head.
Zenaxa cackles!
Zenaxa tickles Garvane as they grin at each other.
Zenaxa laughs!
Garvane exclaims, "Ugh!"
Garvane exclaims, "No touching!"
Garvane says, "Disgusting."
Zenaxa nods.
Zenaxa gives Garvane a friendly prod against the back.
Garvane says, "Must rub off all affected skin."
Garvane lies down.
Garvane just crawled west.
Garvane just came crawling in.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "You seemed to enjoy it."
Zenaxa quietly exclaims, "Be nice or I’ll kiss ye!"
Garvane just crawled east.
Garvane just came crawling in.
Gamzek's group just arrived.
Gamzek's group just went east.
Tungem points at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Okay, I think all the skin got rubbed off."
Garvane sits up.
Zenaxa quietly says, "Hope ye got skined."
Garvane gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Zenaxa nods to Garvane.
Zenaxa sticks her tongue out at Garvane, and lets out with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from her lips!
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Odd..."
Lirrel just arrived.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "I don't think it did, perhaps you should dip yourself in a vat of acid."
Zenaxa starts chuckling at you!
You smirk at Garvane.
Lirrel removes a tincture of ephlox from in her grey linen cloak.
Zenaxa cocks her head at Garvane.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "A bath will have to do."
Zenaxa looks thoughtfully at Garvane.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "Why can't I pick you up?"
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "What a shame."
Ryski just arrived.
(Garvane reaches for the mirror)
Garvane gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
[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 greasy polished steel mirror, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Ryski, Lirrel, Garvane who is sitting, Apprentice Vaulus who is sitting, Lord Reng, Mita, Great Lady Zenaxa, Tungem, Enforest
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
You look at yourself carefully in the polished steel mirror...
You see Hadya the Sacristan.
She appears to be a Human of the Tehir tribes.
She appears to be very young and short. She has long-lashed hazel eyes and copper skin. She has thigh-length, dark brown hair worn in a number of slim braids tied with thin leather strips. She has a dainty face, a freckled nose and a narrow waist. She has a jagged scale-indented scar across her neck.
She has an emerald-set deep ebony spike in her lip.
She has a strange case of muscle twitching.
She is wearing a gold ring, an emerald-set gold serpentine ferroniere, a hooded raven spidersilk cloak, a sinuous emerald serpent symbol, a collection of faceted emerald bracelets, some emerald watered silk robes, and some calf-tied sienna-hued sandals.
Darkfeat just arrived.
Zenaxa gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "I am handsome though aren't I?"
Zenaxa blinks.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "No."
Garvane winks at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
You look at Garvane and shake your head.
Mita gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Ryski just went south.
The mirror makes a gagging noise and replies, "If you say so."
Zenaxa sits down.
You chuckle.
Lirrel raises her voice in merry laughter.
Mita gawks at Tungem.
Zenaxa laughs at a greasy polished steel mirror!
Garvane's jaw drops.
Reng laughs!
Dreslyn just arrived.
Dreslyn just went east.
Mita kisses Tungem on the cheek.
You grin at Garvane.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "That's it!"
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mita seductively says, "It's perfect."
Garvane struggles to stand, but fails.
Tungem beams happily at Mita!
Mita throws open her black silk cloak. It billows out behind her like a pair of wings.
Garvane stands up.
Darkfeat asks, "Anyone healing?"
Mita removes a black diamond studded gem pouch from in her black silk cloak.
Tungem quickly says, "One sparkly."
Zenaxa pokes her finger at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "You see, the mirror agrees with me."
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lord Traysin just arrived.
Nodding slightly to Garvane, Saithzer bows in recognition.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "What do you know?"
Darkfeat just went west.
The mirror stares back.
Zenaxa laughs!
Dreslyn just arrived.
Venyccea just strode in.
Zenaxa cocks her head and examines the polished steel mirror.
Lirrel removes a brass flute from in her black leather pack.
Tungem nods to Mita.
Venyccea strides away moving south.
Lirrel sits down.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Mirrors never lie."
Garvane holds up his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Inky black lines appear in the air hovering over his hand and you feel a istinct pull of air towards this point. The sound of reality and time being torn echoes out from his palm as a rippling black void slowly opens. The miniature fissure begins to feed on the air around you.
Silwyk's group just arrived.
Silwyk's group just went east.
Zenaxa whispers, "Thats hillarious."
Garvane exclaims, "It just did!"
Dreslyn just went west.
Garvane says, "Now it dies..."
Garvane sits down.
Lirrel renews her song.
The mirror turns to Zenaxa.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "No that is denial."
Garvane frowns.
The mirror bows low.
Mita removes a glimmering opalescent scarab from in her studded gem pouch.
Zenaxa quietly asks, "Void?"
Bessahan just arrived.
Garvane rubs a greasy polished steel mirror.
Mita offers Tungem a glimmering opalescent scarab.
Lirrel raises an eyebrow.
Garvane nods.
Saithzer shifts his eyes to Garvane.
Mita hugs Tungem.
Lirrel put a brass flute in her black leather pack.
You smile at Zenaxa.
Mita put a black diamond studded gem pouch in her black silk cloak.
Mita pulls a deeply hooded black silk cloak around herself tightly, obscuring most of her form.
You quietly say, "The mirror likes you."
The mirror says, "You are still the fairest in the lands, Milady."
You nod to Zenaxa.
Tungem accepts Mita's opalescent scarab.
Saithzer raises an eyebrow in Garvane's direction.
Tungem bows to Mita.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "You tell lies, all lies!"
Zenaxa quietly asks, "Oh?"
You grin at Zenaxa.
Garvane says, "Eh, you MIGHT."
Mita grins.
Mita hugs Tungem.
Garvane says, "Depends on how well I can control it."
Tungem beams happily at Mita!
Zenaxa rubs a greasy polished steel mirror.
Mita gives Tungem a warm buss on the lips.
Traysin nods to Miliandra.
Tungem put a glimmering opalescent scarab in his off-white apron.
Garvane asks, "Whose mirror is that?"
[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 greasy polished steel mirror, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Miliandra, Bessahan, Lord Traysin, Saithzer, Lirrel who is sitting, Garvane who is sitting, Apprentice Vaulus who is sitting, Lord Reng, Mita, Great Lady Zenaxa who is sitting, Tungem, Enforest
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Garvane says, "I wish to destroy it."
You ponder.
Tungem looks innocent.
Garvane makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, Zenaxa asks, "Do you know the animated falcion?"
Traysin deeply says, "Doing well ."
Dharkryne slowly fades into view with a gasp of breath and a slightly disoriented look.
The mirror says, "We're just good friends."
Zenaxa chuckles.
Garvane rubs his black void.
Zenaxa nods.
Lirrel giggles.
You grin.
Suddenly, Garvane's black void collapses in on itself with an audible *POP*.
Miliandra nods to Traysin.
Lirrel removes a piece of iced chocolate fudge cake from in her grey linen cloak.
Zenaxa quietly says, "Okies...time to rest."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "As soon as I can think of a way to, I'm going to destroy you."
Dharkryne gasps.
Saithzer gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne exclaims, "Garvane!"
Zenaxa waves.
Dharkryne shakes her head at Garvane and clucks her tongue.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I do not like being talked back to by a mirror."
Zenaxa closes her eyes for a moment.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Why because the mirror told you, the truth."
Zenaxa just left.
Garvane asks, "Whose mirror is this anyway?"
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne says, "Not yours."
Dharkryne glances at Garvane and folds her arms across her chest.
Dharkryne gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "I rather like you mirror."
Garvane says, "I know it isn't mine."
The mirror turns to Garvane and blows a big raspberry!
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne says, "Mirrors are wonderfull things."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I don't know what vile magics created you, but I'd like to learn."
Tungem frowns at a greasy polished steel mirror..
Tungem shakes his head at a greasy polished steel mirror and clucks his tongue.
You glance at a greasy polished steel mirror and grin.
The mirror looks ashamed.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "Listen not to the ugly Dhe'nar."
Miliandra reaches out and touches a greasy polished steel mirror.
Saithzer gazes with interest at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Yenene smiles at Saithzer.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "Its lucky he didn't make you shatter."
You try hard not to grin.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "If you agree to that your life is in jeapordy."
The mirror says, "Lucky he didn't look at me. I would have shattered then!"
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "That's it."
You giggle.
You try hard not to grin.
(Ashaendil grins idly.)
Garvane says, "Must kill the mirror..."
The mirror says, "Are you challenging me to a duel?"
Thulin confidently says, "Mirror that talks back to ya needs to be tossed."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I'll fight you if I must."
Garvane says, "I'll shatter you like the head of a kobold."
Dreslyn just arrived.
>
Dreslyn just went west.
>
Lirrel looks over at Darkfeat and shakes her head.
>
Ayrol just tried to kick the mirror!
Speaking quietly to Ayrol, you say, "Don't kick the mirror."
Ayrol asks, "Why not?"
Ayrol asks, "What the heck is it anyway?"
Speaking quietly to Ayrol, you say, "Its an honest mirror."
You nod to Ayrol.
The mirror says, "Let's take it out of town. Meet you at outside the Victory Gate."
Garvane says, "If you don't show up, I'll be quite angry."
Ayrol says, "It's a living mirror, it would seem."
So we head outside...
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Obvious paths: southwest
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane says, "I don't see it."
You ponder.
Garvane says, "It must have chickened out."
You quietly say, "Niether do I..."
You quietly ask, "Mirror?"
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: southwest
You quietly say, "It probably is a bit slower."
Garvane exclaims, "There it is!"
You quietly say, "After all it doesn't have limbs."
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror and a massive limestone bridge.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: southwest
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "DIE!"
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
A dull grey beam snakes out toward a greasy polished steel mirror, but dissipates upon impact.
Garvane frowns.
You furrow up your face and wince.
You wave to Garvane.
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes Garvane!
... 25 points of damage!
Heavy jolt to left eye severs optic nerve. Now that's pain!
He is stunned!
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
The mirror laughs.
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Fighting a magic mirror! You should know you wouldn't win."
You shake your head at Garvane and cluck your tongue.
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
Garvane blinks.
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Most unfortunate."
Garvane says, "Perhaps we should go further out of town."
(Garvane points southwest)
Garvane just went southwest.
You shake your head, clucking your tongue.
You quietly say, "Dhe'nar."
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Obvious paths: southwest
[Victory Road]
Ancient oak trees stand as sentinels along both sides of the road. Earlier travelers have carved into some of the boughs with their initials. Wedged between some branches in the tallest of the magnificent trees lies an over-sized birds nest. A gentle breeze carries the soft scent of wild roses through the air. You also see a shaded path between the trees.
Obvious paths: northeast, southwest
>sw
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: northeast, south
You quietly say, "That mirror is going to kill you."
Garvane says, "Okay mirror of doom."
The mirror walks in and plops down.
Garvane says, "You have won that round."
Garvane grabs your hand.
Garvane stares off into space.
Garvane disbands his group.
The mirror smirks.
Garvane exclaims, "I cannot cast you vile thing!"
You fold your hands.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "Stay put, I'll be back to kill you soon."
You see Garvane the Deceiver.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be youthful and average height. He has piercing crystal green eyes and smooth, dark shadowy skin. He has short, loose dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has an angular face and slightly pointed ears.
He has a blinded left eye, and minor bruises on his neck.
He has some old neck wounds, old battle scars on his left hand, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a gnarled golden band engraved with onyx necromancy symbols, a suit of black stalking leather, a crystal amulet, an ankle sheath, a small cloth sack, a deep black backpack, a leather sheath, and a clear glass amulet.
Garvane just went northeast.
The mirror sighs and says, "I have to wait now?"
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You know, that Dhe'nar is the most foolish by far."
You shake your head.
The mirror chuckles.
Time drags on by...
Roundtime: 2 sec.
The mirror says, "Who is the silliest of them all?"
You quietly say, "I would not know."
(So people gather to watch the event.)
Lirrel just arrived.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Lirrel serenely asks, "Drove off Garvane, did ye?"
Lirrel giggles.
You quietly say, "No."
You quietly say, "He went for healing."
You chuckle.
The mirror says, "My poor master. He just wanted to earn a few sparklies."
Lirrel glances at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel nods to you.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "I wanted to give him such."
Lirrel grins.
You quietly say, "He is taking to long mirror."
Lord Reng's group just arrived.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Mita, Lord Reng, Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Reng asks, "How is ya mirror?"
Reng says, "Seems he bit off a bit more'n he could chew, naer as i could tell."
The mirror says, "Waiting for a fool."
You quietly say, "He's getting ready to kill that Dhe'nar who can't take the truth."
Lirrel giggles.
Reng nods.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you ask, "You are a he aren't you? Or are you an it?"
Reng says, "He said ya cheated."
You ponder.
The mirror says, "I'm an it."
Reng begins chuckling at a greasy polished steel mirror!
You quietly say, "Yes then it."
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You are just such a charming mirror."
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Mita, Lord Reng, Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
The mirror glows with pride.
Lirrel laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment.
Reng says, "If ya dun mind, i think I'd like to watch the festivities when he gets back."
The mirror says, "I don't mind.
You hum quietly to yourself.
Lirrel serenely asks, "What ship does your master, Tungem is it?, work on?"
Reng says, "Something comforting in seeing a loudmouthed braggart get beat into the dirt."
The mirror says, "A big noisy ship. Full of pipes and gears."
You quietly say, "Clueless Dhe'nar."
Lirrel nods.
Lirrel serenely says, "The hat and spoon made me think he was a chef of sorts."
Lirrel giggles.
The mirror says, "It certainly is taking that fool long enough to return. Will no one heal him?"
Reng says, "Most likely not."
You quietly say, "Yes."
You quietly say, "He is repairing himself."
Lirrel serenely says, "There doesn't seem to be many Empaths about, this afternoon."
Reng says, "As you can tell, he's not the friendliest of sorts."
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You did quite a bit of damage."
Mita leans softly against Reng.
Mita blinks.
Reng gives Mita a lingering kiss.
The mirror laughs quietly.
Mita seductively says, "I think i slept through something interestin."
Mita gives Reng a lingering kiss.
You quietly say, "You did."
Lirrel serenely asks, "How exactly did you retaliate against him?"
You quietly say, "Most interesting."
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane exclaims, "Aha!"
The mirror says, "Just a little magic."
Garvane exclaims, "I have returned!"
Lirrel nods.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "Now I shal destroy you."
Garvane cackles deep in his throat, his voice rising in chilling laughter.
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mita slings a glistening sea-blue buckler off from over her shoulder.
Garvane gestures.
Garvane casts into the air above his head and a rip appears in the sky! The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!
Mita is knocked over by the wind!
Mita scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
Reng is knocked over by the wind!
Reng scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
Lirrel is knocked over by the wind!
Lirrel scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
You are knocked over by the wind!
You scramble to keep from being sucked into the void!
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "Get sucked in!"
Mita seductively says, "Erm."
Garvane traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
You stand back up.
Garvane gestures at a black void.
Garvane welds the rip in space together with a flow of essence.
Garvane says, "Its good..."
Reng stands up.
Garvane utters a light chant and raises his hands, beckoning the lesser spirits to his aid...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
You notice a small cloud form over a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
The mirror yawns.
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel sits up.
Mita stands up.
Garvane begins drawing a faint, twisting symbol as he utters an arcane invocation in hushed tones...
Mita removes a burnished imflass bastard sword from in her rattle sheath.
Garvane gestures.
Casually Garvane pushes his finger into his eye socket. After a moment to get proper leverage, he pops the eyeball from his skull, sending it tumbling in your direction. Suddenly a couple of small batlike wings pop from its bloody sides and it begins to hover just out of reach, looking about.
You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly!
Garvane whistles tunelessly to himself.
Garvane just went south.
Mita leans softly against Reng.
The storm cloud begins to build into a thunderhead!
Lirrel stands up.
Lord Reng's group just went south.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a floating crystal green eye that is flying around, a churning cloud and a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
You hear the rumbling of thunder as the cloud turns an ominous dark hue!
Lirrel serenely asks, "Thats going to hurt us.. isn't it?"
Lirrel just went northeast.
One of the floating eye's trailing nerves begins to pulsate slowly, causing droplets of thick goop to ooze out.
Suddenly a lightning bolt explodes from the small thundercloud and strikes a greasy polished steel mirror with a brilliant flash! Wow, quite charred!
A quiet wind disperses the dark cloud.
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane's jaw drops.
Garvane stares at a charred steel mirror.
Lord Reng's group just arrived.
Lirrel just arrived.
Garvane says, "That's impossible."
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes Garvane!
... 30 points of damage!
Horrifying jolt to forehead. Brain explodes in a stunning display of light!
* Garvane drops dead at your feet!
The air calms down around Garvane.
The deep blue glow leaves Garvane.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Garvane.
The light blue glow leaves Garvane.
The white light leaves Garvane.
The very powerful look leaves Garvane.
A slight breeze causes the tiny pink threads dangling from the eye to flutter softly while hovering in mid air.
The powerful look leaves Garvane.
The bright luminescence fades from around Garvane.
A disembodied eye zips past you and heads straight for Garvane's corpse, where it works its way back into his eye socket.
Garvane becomes solid again.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Garvane.
A shadow seems to detach itself from Garvane's body, swiftly dissipating into the air.
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
>
* Garvane just bit the dust!
You chuckle.
Reng says, "Seems yer tricks aint workin."
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "Oh, its good."
Lirrel shrieks!
Speaking to a charred steel mirror, the ghostly voice of Garvane says, "You think you've won."
Speaking quietly to a charred steel mirror, you say, "Well done."
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a charred steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel, Mita, Lord Reng, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Reng says, "Very well done."
Mita rubs a charred steel mirror.
Reng cackles!
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "You are now charred."
The ghostly laughter of Garvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
Mita sighs.
Lirrel serenely says, "Oh goodness."
(Hadya tries to polish the mirror.)
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a charred steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel, Mita, Lord Reng, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: northeast, south
The ghostly laughter of Garvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, the mirror shatters into a million pieces.
Lirrel gasps.
You sigh.
The ghostly voice of Garvane exclaims, "I win!"
You scowl at Garvane.
The ghostly voice of Garvane exclaims, "I win!"
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane sits down.
Zenaxa nods to Garvane.
Lady Whillow just arrived.
Speaking to Zenaxa, Garvane asks, "Up for hunting?"
Whillow hugs Zenaxa, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Lady Whillow just went west.
Garvane stares at Zenaxa.
Garvane says, "Worthelss dwarf."
Zenaxa scowls at Garvane.
You glance at Garvane.
Zenaxa pokes Garvane in the ribs.
You see Garvane the Deceiver.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be youthful and average height. He has piercing crystal green eyes and smooth, dark shadowy skin. He has short, loose dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has an angular face and slightly pointed ears.
He has minor bruises on his neck.
He has some old neck wounds, old battle scars on his left hand, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a gnarled golden band engraved with onyx necromancy symbols, a suit of black stalking leather, a crystal amulet, an ankle sheath, a small cloth sack, a deep black backpack, a leather sheath, and a clear glass amulet.
Garvane looks over at Zenaxa and shakes his head.
Zenaxa cackles!
Zenaxa tickles Garvane as they grin at each other.
Zenaxa laughs!
Garvane exclaims, "Ugh!"
Garvane exclaims, "No touching!"
Garvane says, "Disgusting."
Zenaxa nods.
Zenaxa gives Garvane a friendly prod against the back.
Garvane says, "Must rub off all affected skin."
Garvane lies down.
Garvane just crawled west.
Garvane just came crawling in.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "You seemed to enjoy it."
Zenaxa quietly exclaims, "Be nice or I’ll kiss ye!"
Garvane just crawled east.
Garvane just came crawling in.
Gamzek's group just arrived.
Gamzek's group just went east.
Tungem points at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Okay, I think all the skin got rubbed off."
Garvane sits up.
Zenaxa quietly says, "Hope ye got skined."
Garvane gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Zenaxa nods to Garvane.
Zenaxa sticks her tongue out at Garvane, and lets out with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from her lips!
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Odd..."
Lirrel just arrived.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "I don't think it did, perhaps you should dip yourself in a vat of acid."
Zenaxa starts chuckling at you!
You smirk at Garvane.
Lirrel removes a tincture of ephlox from in her grey linen cloak.
Zenaxa cocks her head at Garvane.
Speaking to you, Garvane says, "A bath will have to do."
Zenaxa looks thoughtfully at Garvane.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "Why can't I pick you up?"
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "What a shame."
Ryski just arrived.
(Garvane reaches for the mirror)
Garvane gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
[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 greasy polished steel mirror, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Ryski, Lirrel, Garvane who is sitting, Apprentice Vaulus who is sitting, Lord Reng, Mita, Great Lady Zenaxa, Tungem, Enforest
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
You look at yourself carefully in the polished steel mirror...
You see Hadya the Sacristan.
She appears to be a Human of the Tehir tribes.
She appears to be very young and short. She has long-lashed hazel eyes and copper skin. She has thigh-length, dark brown hair worn in a number of slim braids tied with thin leather strips. She has a dainty face, a freckled nose and a narrow waist. She has a jagged scale-indented scar across her neck.
She has an emerald-set deep ebony spike in her lip.
She has a strange case of muscle twitching.
She is wearing a gold ring, an emerald-set gold serpentine ferroniere, a hooded raven spidersilk cloak, a sinuous emerald serpent symbol, a collection of faceted emerald bracelets, some emerald watered silk robes, and some calf-tied sienna-hued sandals.
Darkfeat just arrived.
Zenaxa gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "I am handsome though aren't I?"
Zenaxa blinks.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "No."
Garvane winks at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
You look at Garvane and shake your head.
Mita gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Ryski just went south.
The mirror makes a gagging noise and replies, "If you say so."
Zenaxa sits down.
You chuckle.
Lirrel raises her voice in merry laughter.
Mita gawks at Tungem.
Zenaxa laughs at a greasy polished steel mirror!
Garvane's jaw drops.
Reng laughs!
Dreslyn just arrived.
Dreslyn just went east.
Mita kisses Tungem on the cheek.
You grin at Garvane.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "That's it!"
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mita seductively says, "It's perfect."
Garvane struggles to stand, but fails.
Tungem beams happily at Mita!
Mita throws open her black silk cloak. It billows out behind her like a pair of wings.
Garvane stands up.
Darkfeat asks, "Anyone healing?"
Mita removes a black diamond studded gem pouch from in her black silk cloak.
Tungem quickly says, "One sparkly."
Zenaxa pokes her finger at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "You see, the mirror agrees with me."
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lord Traysin just arrived.
Nodding slightly to Garvane, Saithzer bows in recognition.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane asks, "What do you know?"
Darkfeat just went west.
The mirror stares back.
Zenaxa laughs!
Dreslyn just arrived.
Venyccea just strode in.
Zenaxa cocks her head and examines the polished steel mirror.
Lirrel removes a brass flute from in her black leather pack.
Tungem nods to Mita.
Venyccea strides away moving south.
Lirrel sits down.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Mirrors never lie."
Garvane holds up his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Inky black lines appear in the air hovering over his hand and you feel a istinct pull of air towards this point. The sound of reality and time being torn echoes out from his palm as a rippling black void slowly opens. The miniature fissure begins to feed on the air around you.
Silwyk's group just arrived.
Silwyk's group just went east.
Zenaxa whispers, "Thats hillarious."
Garvane exclaims, "It just did!"
Dreslyn just went west.
Garvane says, "Now it dies..."
Garvane sits down.
Lirrel renews her song.
The mirror turns to Zenaxa.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "No that is denial."
Garvane frowns.
The mirror bows low.
Mita removes a glimmering opalescent scarab from in her studded gem pouch.
Zenaxa quietly asks, "Void?"
Bessahan just arrived.
Garvane rubs a greasy polished steel mirror.
Mita offers Tungem a glimmering opalescent scarab.
Lirrel raises an eyebrow.
Garvane nods.
Saithzer shifts his eyes to Garvane.
Mita hugs Tungem.
Lirrel put a brass flute in her black leather pack.
You smile at Zenaxa.
Mita put a black diamond studded gem pouch in her black silk cloak.
Mita pulls a deeply hooded black silk cloak around herself tightly, obscuring most of her form.
You quietly say, "The mirror likes you."
The mirror says, "You are still the fairest in the lands, Milady."
You nod to Zenaxa.
Tungem accepts Mita's opalescent scarab.
Saithzer raises an eyebrow in Garvane's direction.
Tungem bows to Mita.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "You tell lies, all lies!"
Zenaxa quietly asks, "Oh?"
You grin at Zenaxa.
Garvane says, "Eh, you MIGHT."
Mita grins.
Mita hugs Tungem.
Garvane says, "Depends on how well I can control it."
Tungem beams happily at Mita!
Zenaxa rubs a greasy polished steel mirror.
Mita gives Tungem a warm buss on the lips.
Traysin nods to Miliandra.
Tungem put a glimmering opalescent scarab in his off-white apron.
Garvane asks, "Whose mirror is that?"
[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 greasy polished steel mirror, a darkly stained wooden bench with some stuff on it and a wooden barrel.
Also here: Miliandra, Bessahan, Lord Traysin, Saithzer, Lirrel who is sitting, Garvane who is sitting, Apprentice Vaulus who is sitting, Lord Reng, Mita, Great Lady Zenaxa who is sitting, Tungem, Enforest
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Garvane says, "I wish to destroy it."
You ponder.
Tungem looks innocent.
Garvane makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, Zenaxa asks, "Do you know the animated falcion?"
Traysin deeply says, "Doing well ."
Dharkryne slowly fades into view with a gasp of breath and a slightly disoriented look.
The mirror says, "We're just good friends."
Zenaxa chuckles.
Garvane rubs his black void.
Zenaxa nods.
Lirrel giggles.
You grin.
Suddenly, Garvane's black void collapses in on itself with an audible *POP*.
Miliandra nods to Traysin.
Lirrel removes a piece of iced chocolate fudge cake from in her grey linen cloak.
Zenaxa quietly says, "Okies...time to rest."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "As soon as I can think of a way to, I'm going to destroy you."
Dharkryne gasps.
Saithzer gazes at his reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne exclaims, "Garvane!"
Zenaxa waves.
Dharkryne shakes her head at Garvane and clucks her tongue.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I do not like being talked back to by a mirror."
Zenaxa closes her eyes for a moment.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Why because the mirror told you, the truth."
Zenaxa just left.
Garvane asks, "Whose mirror is this anyway?"
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne says, "Not yours."
Dharkryne glances at Garvane and folds her arms across her chest.
Dharkryne gazes at her reflection in the polished steel mirror.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "I rather like you mirror."
Garvane says, "I know it isn't mine."
The mirror turns to Garvane and blows a big raspberry!
Speaking in broken common, Dharkryne says, "Mirrors are wonderfull things."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I don't know what vile magics created you, but I'd like to learn."
Tungem frowns at a greasy polished steel mirror..
Tungem shakes his head at a greasy polished steel mirror and clucks his tongue.
You glance at a greasy polished steel mirror and grin.
The mirror looks ashamed.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "Listen not to the ugly Dhe'nar."
Miliandra reaches out and touches a greasy polished steel mirror.
Saithzer gazes with interest at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Yenene smiles at Saithzer.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "Its lucky he didn't make you shatter."
You try hard not to grin.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "If you agree to that your life is in jeapordy."
The mirror says, "Lucky he didn't look at me. I would have shattered then!"
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "That's it."
You giggle.
You try hard not to grin.
(Ashaendil grins idly.)
Garvane says, "Must kill the mirror..."
The mirror says, "Are you challenging me to a duel?"
Thulin confidently says, "Mirror that talks back to ya needs to be tossed."
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "I'll fight you if I must."
Garvane says, "I'll shatter you like the head of a kobold."
Dreslyn just arrived.
>
Dreslyn just went west.
>
Lirrel looks over at Darkfeat and shakes her head.
>
Ayrol just tried to kick the mirror!
Speaking quietly to Ayrol, you say, "Don't kick the mirror."
Ayrol asks, "Why not?"
Ayrol asks, "What the heck is it anyway?"
Speaking quietly to Ayrol, you say, "Its an honest mirror."
You nod to Ayrol.
The mirror says, "Let's take it out of town. Meet you at outside the Victory Gate."
Garvane says, "If you don't show up, I'll be quite angry."
Ayrol says, "It's a living mirror, it would seem."
So we head outside...
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Obvious paths: southwest
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane says, "I don't see it."
You ponder.
Garvane says, "It must have chickened out."
You quietly say, "Niether do I..."
You quietly ask, "Mirror?"
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: southwest
You quietly say, "It probably is a bit slower."
Garvane exclaims, "There it is!"
You quietly say, "After all it doesn't have limbs."
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror and a massive limestone bridge.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: southwest
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "DIE!"
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
A dull grey beam snakes out toward a greasy polished steel mirror, but dissipates upon impact.
Garvane frowns.
You furrow up your face and wince.
You wave to Garvane.
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes Garvane!
... 25 points of damage!
Heavy jolt to left eye severs optic nerve. Now that's pain!
He is stunned!
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
The mirror laughs.
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
Speaking quietly to Garvane, you say, "Fighting a magic mirror! You should know you wouldn't win."
You shake your head at Garvane and cluck your tongue.
Garvane makes a faint wheezing sound.
Garvane blinks.
Garvane stares at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane says, "Most unfortunate."
Garvane says, "Perhaps we should go further out of town."
(Garvane points southwest)
Garvane just went southwest.
You shake your head, clucking your tongue.
You quietly say, "Dhe'nar."
[Victory Road]
A small whirlpool forms in the center of the rapidly rushing water underneath the bridge. The jagged tops of huge boulders break the surface of the water, giving a clear indication of its depth. A gentle mist from the waves crashing below causes the bridge to be quite slippery. You also see a massive limestone bridge.
Obvious paths: southwest
[Victory Road]
Ancient oak trees stand as sentinels along both sides of the road. Earlier travelers have carved into some of the boughs with their initials. Wedged between some branches in the tallest of the magnificent trees lies an over-sized birds nest. A gentle breeze carries the soft scent of wild roses through the air. You also see a shaded path between the trees.
Obvious paths: northeast, southwest
>sw
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: northeast, south
You quietly say, "That mirror is going to kill you."
Garvane says, "Okay mirror of doom."
The mirror walks in and plops down.
Garvane says, "You have won that round."
Garvane grabs your hand.
Garvane stares off into space.
Garvane disbands his group.
The mirror smirks.
Garvane exclaims, "I cannot cast you vile thing!"
You fold your hands.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Garvane
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "Stay put, I'll be back to kill you soon."
You see Garvane the Deceiver.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be youthful and average height. He has piercing crystal green eyes and smooth, dark shadowy skin. He has short, loose dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has an angular face and slightly pointed ears.
He has a blinded left eye, and minor bruises on his neck.
He has some old neck wounds, old battle scars on his left hand, and a scar across his face.
He is wearing a gnarled golden band engraved with onyx necromancy symbols, a suit of black stalking leather, a crystal amulet, an ankle sheath, a small cloth sack, a deep black backpack, a leather sheath, and a clear glass amulet.
Garvane just went northeast.
The mirror sighs and says, "I have to wait now?"
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You know, that Dhe'nar is the most foolish by far."
You shake your head.
The mirror chuckles.
Time drags on by...
Roundtime: 2 sec.
The mirror says, "Who is the silliest of them all?"
You quietly say, "I would not know."
(So people gather to watch the event.)
Lirrel just arrived.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Lirrel serenely asks, "Drove off Garvane, did ye?"
Lirrel giggles.
You quietly say, "No."
You quietly say, "He went for healing."
You chuckle.
The mirror says, "My poor master. He just wanted to earn a few sparklies."
Lirrel glances at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel nods to you.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "I wanted to give him such."
Lirrel grins.
You quietly say, "He is taking to long mirror."
Lord Reng's group just arrived.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Mita, Lord Reng, Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Reng asks, "How is ya mirror?"
Reng says, "Seems he bit off a bit more'n he could chew, naer as i could tell."
The mirror says, "Waiting for a fool."
You quietly say, "He's getting ready to kill that Dhe'nar who can't take the truth."
Lirrel giggles.
Reng nods.
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you ask, "You are a he aren't you? Or are you an it?"
Reng says, "He said ya cheated."
You ponder.
The mirror says, "I'm an it."
Reng begins chuckling at a greasy polished steel mirror!
You quietly say, "Yes then it."
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You are just such a charming mirror."
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Mita, Lord Reng, Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
The mirror glows with pride.
Lirrel laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment.
Reng says, "If ya dun mind, i think I'd like to watch the festivities when he gets back."
The mirror says, "I don't mind.
You hum quietly to yourself.
Lirrel serenely asks, "What ship does your master, Tungem is it?, work on?"
Reng says, "Something comforting in seeing a loudmouthed braggart get beat into the dirt."
The mirror says, "A big noisy ship. Full of pipes and gears."
You quietly say, "Clueless Dhe'nar."
Lirrel nods.
Lirrel serenely says, "The hat and spoon made me think he was a chef of sorts."
Lirrel giggles.
The mirror says, "It certainly is taking that fool long enough to return. Will no one heal him?"
Reng says, "Most likely not."
You quietly say, "Yes."
You quietly say, "He is repairing himself."
Lirrel serenely says, "There doesn't seem to be many Empaths about, this afternoon."
Reng says, "As you can tell, he's not the friendliest of sorts."
Speaking quietly to a greasy polished steel mirror, you say, "You did quite a bit of damage."
Mita leans softly against Reng.
Mita blinks.
Reng gives Mita a lingering kiss.
The mirror laughs quietly.
Mita seductively says, "I think i slept through something interestin."
Mita gives Reng a lingering kiss.
You quietly say, "You did."
Lirrel serenely asks, "How exactly did you retaliate against him?"
You quietly say, "Most interesting."
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane exclaims, "Aha!"
The mirror says, "Just a little magic."
Garvane exclaims, "I have returned!"
Lirrel nods.
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane says, "Now I shal destroy you."
Garvane cackles deep in his throat, his voice rising in chilling laughter.
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mita slings a glistening sea-blue buckler off from over her shoulder.
Garvane gestures.
Garvane casts into the air above his head and a rip appears in the sky! The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!
Mita is knocked over by the wind!
Mita scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
Reng is knocked over by the wind!
Reng scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
Lirrel is knocked over by the wind!
Lirrel scrambles to avoid being sucked into the void!
You are knocked over by the wind!
You scramble to keep from being sucked into the void!
Speaking to a greasy polished steel mirror, Garvane exclaims, "Get sucked in!"
Mita seductively says, "Erm."
Garvane traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
You stand back up.
Garvane gestures at a black void.
Garvane welds the rip in space together with a flow of essence.
Garvane says, "Its good..."
Reng stands up.
Garvane utters a light chant and raises his hands, beckoning the lesser spirits to his aid...
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
You notice a small cloud form over a greasy polished steel mirror.
Garvane traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
The mirror yawns.
Garvane gestures at a greasy polished steel mirror.
Lirrel sits up.
Mita stands up.
Garvane begins drawing a faint, twisting symbol as he utters an arcane invocation in hushed tones...
Mita removes a burnished imflass bastard sword from in her rattle sheath.
Garvane gestures.
Casually Garvane pushes his finger into his eye socket. After a moment to get proper leverage, he pops the eyeball from his skull, sending it tumbling in your direction. Suddenly a couple of small batlike wings pop from its bloody sides and it begins to hover just out of reach, looking about.
You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly!
Garvane whistles tunelessly to himself.
Garvane just went south.
Mita leans softly against Reng.
The storm cloud begins to build into a thunderhead!
Lirrel stands up.
Lord Reng's group just went south.
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a floating crystal green eye that is flying around, a churning cloud and a greasy polished steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel
Obvious paths: northeast, south
You hear the rumbling of thunder as the cloud turns an ominous dark hue!
Lirrel serenely asks, "Thats going to hurt us.. isn't it?"
Lirrel just went northeast.
One of the floating eye's trailing nerves begins to pulsate slowly, causing droplets of thick goop to ooze out.
Suddenly a lightning bolt explodes from the small thundercloud and strikes a greasy polished steel mirror with a brilliant flash! Wow, quite charred!
A quiet wind disperses the dark cloud.
Garvane just arrived.
Garvane's jaw drops.
Garvane stares at a charred steel mirror.
Lord Reng's group just arrived.
Lirrel just arrived.
Garvane says, "That's impossible."
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes Garvane!
... 30 points of damage!
Horrifying jolt to forehead. Brain explodes in a stunning display of light!
* Garvane drops dead at your feet!
The air calms down around Garvane.
The deep blue glow leaves Garvane.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Garvane.
The light blue glow leaves Garvane.
The white light leaves Garvane.
The very powerful look leaves Garvane.
A slight breeze causes the tiny pink threads dangling from the eye to flutter softly while hovering in mid air.
The powerful look leaves Garvane.
The bright luminescence fades from around Garvane.
A disembodied eye zips past you and heads straight for Garvane's corpse, where it works its way back into his eye socket.
Garvane becomes solid again.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Garvane.
A shadow seems to detach itself from Garvane's body, swiftly dissipating into the air.
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
>
* Garvane just bit the dust!
You chuckle.
Reng says, "Seems yer tricks aint workin."
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "Oh, its good."
Lirrel shrieks!
Speaking to a charred steel mirror, the ghostly voice of Garvane says, "You think you've won."
Speaking quietly to a charred steel mirror, you say, "Well done."
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a charred steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel, Mita, Lord Reng, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: northeast, south
Reng says, "Very well done."
Mita rubs a charred steel mirror.
Reng cackles!
The ghostly voice of Garvane says, "You are now charred."
The ghostly laughter of Garvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
Mita sighs.
Lirrel serenely says, "Oh goodness."
(Hadya tries to polish the mirror.)
[Victory Road]
Small rocks and pebbles litter the ground and patches of white mushrooms grow haphazardly alongside the gnarled roots of a twisted and bent tree. Etchings in the cobblestones have been worn thin over the years. Off in the distance, a lone bird sings a sad melodic tune. You also see a charred steel mirror.
Also here: Lirrel, Mita, Lord Reng, the body of Garvane who is lying down
Obvious paths: northeast, south
The ghostly laughter of Garvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, the mirror shatters into a million pieces.
Lirrel gasps.
You sigh.
The ghostly voice of Garvane exclaims, "I win!"
You scowl at Garvane.
The ghostly voice of Garvane exclaims, "I win!"