LaVaca
10-11-2003, 01:42 PM
Here's something funny that happened awhile ago, before sadly, this GM died in real life due to a lung(?) problem
Happened to find it dug beneath my scripts.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"Will tip for a dick please, ttm"
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Avarie echo in your mind:
"any interest in a handful of rare black tulips?"
>think err..disk
...wait 1 seconds.
>think err..disk
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"err..disk"
>think Will tip for a disk please, ttm
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"Will tip for a disk please, ttm"
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Rabeth echo in your mind:
"That explains so much."
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Alex touch your mind:
"my wayside table"
>
SEND[Aelsidhe] Best watch those typos.. don't know what you might get!
[Wayside Inn, Dining Room]
This ramshackle hostel bears the signs of rough use by hard-bitten travellers and headstrong adventurers. Several blade-scarred tables and low stools are lined up against the walls, while the central area is dominated by a large firepit around which is a low platform covered with a few ratty bearskins. The clatter of clay tankards and the smell of humble victuals provide some small comfort to the steady stream of wayfarers who pause here to meet and greet one another. You also see a steep stair.
Also here: Nixlsplixt
Obvious exits: south, out
>
Nixlsplixt went up a steep stair.
go alex tab
>go alex tab
You hear the subdued thoughts of Delyorik echo in your mind:
"Is what going in the book?"
You approach the Aesthetic Aster Table, which is occupied. If you are sure you wish to join the people at that table, GO there again.
>
You head over to the Aesthetic Aster Table.
[Aesthetic Aster Table]
A tall, slender ceramic vase filled with golden asters sits primly in the center of the table. Carefully starched and folded linen napkins sit squarely in the centers of four matching pewter plates. You also see the Aoshie disk, the Krafty disk, a table leg, a steel spring and a steel spring.
Also here: Aoshie, Krafty, Lord Alex who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>bow alex
You bow to Alex.
>
Alex recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
>
Alex gestures at Aoshie.
Aoshie looks considerably more imposing.
>
You see Nixlsplixt approach the table.
>
Nixlsplixt arrives at your table.
>
Alex recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
Alex gestures at Aoshie.
Aoshie looks considerably more imposing.
SEND[Aelsidhe] It's OK, you made some people laugh!
You see Lord Warclaidhm the Man-at-Arms.
He has a dancing bunny tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a deep black wool cloak clasped at the shoulder by a battered war griffin talon, some acid-stained veniom-etched battleplate inset with skull-shaped nightmare black deathstones, a silver-edged crimson ruby bracelet, a tiny claidhmore pin, a two-headed dog talisman of smoky quartz with brilliant emerald eyes, a mysterious black velvet cloak lined with satin and clasped at the neck with a ruby-eyed silver troll skull, some pitch-black fingerless leather gloves encrusted with sparkling rubies on the knuckles and clasped with ruby-eyed silver skulls at the wrists, a single white pearl on a gold chain, a battered vultite Ublish shield,an ancient wristlet with dangling wicked slant-eyed skulls, and an ancient pitch-black battle worn-claidhmore sheath trimmed with sparkling crimson runes.
You see Lord Warclaidhm the Man-at-Arms.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Araime Clan.
He appears to be as old as the hills and very tall. He has bloodshot clear colored eyes and fair skin. He has a shaven head of steel grey hair. He has a broken nose and a broad chest.
He has a dancing bunny tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a deep black wool cloak clasped at the shoulder by a battered war griffin talon, some acid-stained veniom-etched battleplate inset with skull-shaped nightmare black deathstones, a silver-edged crimson ruby bracelet, a tiny claidhmore pin, a two-headed dog talisman of smoky quartz with brilliant emerald eyes, a mysterious black velvet cloak lined with satin and clasped at the neck with a ruby-eyed silver troll skull, some pitch-black fingerless leather gloves encrusted with sparkling rubies on the knuckles and clasped with ruby-eyed silver skulls at the wrists, a single white pearl on a gold chain,
[Edited on 10-11-2003 by LaVaca]
Happened to find it dug beneath my scripts.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"Will tip for a dick please, ttm"
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Avarie echo in your mind:
"any interest in a handful of rare black tulips?"
>think err..disk
...wait 1 seconds.
>think err..disk
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"err..disk"
>think Will tip for a disk please, ttm
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.
You hear the subdued thoughts of You echo in your mind:
"Will tip for a disk please, ttm"
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Rabeth echo in your mind:
"That explains so much."
>
You hear the subdued thoughts of Alex touch your mind:
"my wayside table"
>
SEND[Aelsidhe] Best watch those typos.. don't know what you might get!
[Wayside Inn, Dining Room]
This ramshackle hostel bears the signs of rough use by hard-bitten travellers and headstrong adventurers. Several blade-scarred tables and low stools are lined up against the walls, while the central area is dominated by a large firepit around which is a low platform covered with a few ratty bearskins. The clatter of clay tankards and the smell of humble victuals provide some small comfort to the steady stream of wayfarers who pause here to meet and greet one another. You also see a steep stair.
Also here: Nixlsplixt
Obvious exits: south, out
>
Nixlsplixt went up a steep stair.
go alex tab
>go alex tab
You hear the subdued thoughts of Delyorik echo in your mind:
"Is what going in the book?"
You approach the Aesthetic Aster Table, which is occupied. If you are sure you wish to join the people at that table, GO there again.
>
You head over to the Aesthetic Aster Table.
[Aesthetic Aster Table]
A tall, slender ceramic vase filled with golden asters sits primly in the center of the table. Carefully starched and folded linen napkins sit squarely in the centers of four matching pewter plates. You also see the Aoshie disk, the Krafty disk, a table leg, a steel spring and a steel spring.
Also here: Aoshie, Krafty, Lord Alex who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>bow alex
You bow to Alex.
>
Alex recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
>
Alex gestures at Aoshie.
Aoshie looks considerably more imposing.
>
You see Nixlsplixt approach the table.
>
Nixlsplixt arrives at your table.
>
Alex recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
Alex gestures at Aoshie.
Aoshie looks considerably more imposing.
SEND[Aelsidhe] It's OK, you made some people laugh!
You see Lord Warclaidhm the Man-at-Arms.
He has a dancing bunny tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a deep black wool cloak clasped at the shoulder by a battered war griffin talon, some acid-stained veniom-etched battleplate inset with skull-shaped nightmare black deathstones, a silver-edged crimson ruby bracelet, a tiny claidhmore pin, a two-headed dog talisman of smoky quartz with brilliant emerald eyes, a mysterious black velvet cloak lined with satin and clasped at the neck with a ruby-eyed silver troll skull, some pitch-black fingerless leather gloves encrusted with sparkling rubies on the knuckles and clasped with ruby-eyed silver skulls at the wrists, a single white pearl on a gold chain, a battered vultite Ublish shield,an ancient wristlet with dangling wicked slant-eyed skulls, and an ancient pitch-black battle worn-claidhmore sheath trimmed with sparkling crimson runes.
You see Lord Warclaidhm the Man-at-Arms.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Araime Clan.
He appears to be as old as the hills and very tall. He has bloodshot clear colored eyes and fair skin. He has a shaven head of steel grey hair. He has a broken nose and a broad chest.
He has a dancing bunny tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a deep black wool cloak clasped at the shoulder by a battered war griffin talon, some acid-stained veniom-etched battleplate inset with skull-shaped nightmare black deathstones, a silver-edged crimson ruby bracelet, a tiny claidhmore pin, a two-headed dog talisman of smoky quartz with brilliant emerald eyes, a mysterious black velvet cloak lined with satin and clasped at the neck with a ruby-eyed silver troll skull, some pitch-black fingerless leather gloves encrusted with sparkling rubies on the knuckles and clasped with ruby-eyed silver skulls at the wrists, a single white pearl on a gold chain,
[Edited on 10-11-2003 by LaVaca]