Parkbandit
11-01-2003, 06:31 AM
People who's only goal is to try and get you into trouble annoy me.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. You also see the Oguo disk, the Grantor disk, the purple Valiren disk, the fiery red Lanceer disk, the Taozu disk, a wooden shield, a short sword, a single arrow shaft and a single arrow shaft.
Also here: Snowwolf (sitting), Lord Swordfyre, Journeyman Oguo (sitting), Sumdog, Grantor, Borkul, Valiren, Siltop, Sejin, Gammerin, Hirad (sitting), Lanceer (sitting), Chardran, Lady Ithlen, Ithu, Eiderfleur, Lazare, Kelrathir (kneeling), Valint (sitting), Ristoril (sleeping), Perdin, Taelrak, Sickz, Taozu (sitting), Garak (sitting)
Obvious paths: north, south, west
You grunt in annoyance.
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the short sword and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the wooden shield and drag it south with you . . .
You dust off a weatherworn grey marble statue.
You dust off a polished mithril plaque.
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a short sword.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
Ristoril sits down.
You stare at Ristoril.
You reach into Ristoril's pockets and pull out nothing.
You ask, "Min not litt'rin up me 'ome?"
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You grunt in annoyance.
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
You stare at Ristoril.
You ask, "ya dumb an def?"
You see Ristoril Melandrie the Swordsman.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Arctic Clan.
He appears to be young and shorter than average. He has brooding ale-brown eyes and bronze skin. He has cropped, tousled jet black hair shaved at the temples. He has a square-jawed face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a golden vultite shield in his left hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, some dull purple half plate, an iron-studded leather weapon harness, a backpack, a voluminous black stalking cloak, a sturdy dark leather tool satchel, a shimmering glaesine orb, a large sack, and a gold-edged white diamond choker.
Ristoril says, "not yer home."
Ristoril shrugs.
You pick up a single arrow shaft.
Ristoril says, "unless yer a bum."
As you place a single arrow shaft into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
You haul off and slap Ristoril up'side the head!
Ristoril glances at you.
Ristoril just went south.
You remove a cleverly embellished document from in your infantry boots.
Ristoril just arrived.
You show Ristoril your embellished document.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
You put a cleverly embellished document in your infantry boots.
Ristoril shrugs.
Ristoril says, "its not official"
You let Ristoril know that the two of you might engage in CvC combat soon. Although your warning has been logged, you should wait for his response before taking any action.
Ristoril declines your warning, indicating that he has no desire for combat.
You say, "I wouln push yer luck fella."
Ristoril glances at you.
You say, "stop tryin ta irritate me.. ya live longer."
You pick up a single arrow shaft.
As you place a single arrow shaft into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril says, "yer document is embellished"
You say, "My cleaver ain."
Ristoril shrugs.
Ristoril says, "don't swing at me"
You say, "Gian's are so slow."
You ask, "Or?"
You cock your head at Ristoril.
Ristoril says, "no or. just don't."
You say, "uh huh."
You say, "emp'y threat der."
Ristoril says, "not a threat"
You say, "like yer 'ead."
Ristoril says, "just don't"
You say, "Don litter up me park."
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a wooden shield.
You crouch, sweep a leg at Ristoril and connect!
MS: +230 - MD: +76 + MAvA: -1 + d100: +43 == +196
Success!
Ristoril falls to the ground! You deftly regain your footing.
Ristoril says, "not yers"
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "I'll not ask 'gain fool."
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
Ristoril says, "I'll not listen again."
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril says, "and don't attack me."
You say, "if ya wanna start a figh wid me.. yer doin a good job."
Ristoril says, "nay, but its not yer park"
You pick up a wooden shield.
As you place a wooden shield into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops an oaken wand.
You swing a closed fist at Ristoril!
AS: +89 vs DS: +305 with AvD: -17 + d100 roll: +42 = -191
A clean miss.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Ithlen smiles at Copernicus.
Ristoril says, "like I said, please don't attack me."
You say, "Like I said.. don irritate me."
Ristoril says, "not my fault if ye have small nerves"
You say, "not my faul if ya got small brains."
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a large acorn.
You draw the vultite dagger. It makes a strange sound as it slides from your harness, like the distant scream of a forlorn soul.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You fail to find an opening for the strike.
Roundtime: 5 Sec.
Ristoril says, "don't attack me."
You say, "Warnin shot 'gain."
Ristoril says, "don't attack me, Falgrin."
You say, "Den stop pushin me."
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
Ristoril just opened a backpack.
You say, "I asked ya kin'ly not ta litter in my park.. yet ya continue."
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
You say, "As ya continue ta irritate me.. yer riskin loss of limb."
You ask, "Left or righ 'and?"
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
Ristoril says, "i like acorns"
Ristoril shrugs.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing an elegant vultite dagger at Ristoril!
AS: +397 vs DS: +331 with AvD: -12 + d100 roll: +5 = +59
A clean miss.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Ristoril says, "ah, that was real nice"
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing an elegant vultite dagger at Ristoril!
AS: +447 vs DS: +331 with AvD: -12 + d100 roll: +83 = +187
... and hit for 3 points of damage!
Light, bruising slash to Ristoril's left thigh.
Ristoril says, "don't attack me, Falgrin"
You put an elegant vultite dagger in your leather weapons harness.
You pick up a large acorn.
As you place a large acorn into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril just went north.
Ristoril just arrived.
You remove a blackened invar-hafted cleaver from in your leather weapons harness.
Ristoril drops some double leather.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing a blackened invar-hafted cleaver at Ristoril!
AS: +476 vs DS: +331 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +93 = +267
... and hit for 80 points of damage!
Left hip pulped, severing the leg.
Ristoril screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
He is stunned!
You say, "I asked nicely."
You say, "four times."
Chardran says, "dat looked like it hurt"
You say, "Jes cause yerra gian.. don mean ya kin be ign'ran all yer life."
You reach into Ristoril's pockets and pull out nothing.
You say, "learn from yer ign'rance."
You nod to Ristoril.
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "Purposely comin 'ere ta simply annoy me will git ya 'urt."
Ristoril says, "thanks falgrin"
Ristoril says, "still won't listen to you, though."
You say, "welcome."
Ristoril says, "yer an idiot"
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "uh huh."
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "so says da one legged 'alf brained gian."
Ristoril says, "so please stop hitting and abusing me"
Ristoril whispers, "GMs have been watching the whole time."
Ristoril grins evilly.
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "When you come to roleplay... be sure you know what happens when you roleplay being someone looking for attention."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "I'm looked at alot I am sure."
Ristoril whispers, "wasn't looking for attention. I dropped one item."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "unfortunately.. it is you that has an inability to roleplay the senario out.. which is my fault for thinking you could."
Ristoril whispers, "I've been here before you, I'll be here after you. You're one of the biggest pains in the ass ever."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "If you really believe that the player behind Falgrin cares one iota if you drop stuff in a game.. your sadly mistaken. It's simply a roleplay I've chosen to take."
Ristoril whispers, "and if you'd check back, most of what I dropped was acorns. I like plant life, I wanted to grow trees."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "But.. the thing is... by continuing to drop stuff here.. you subject yourself to the roleplay at hand... do you not?"
Ristoril whispers, "the roleplay on my part was to grow a tree.
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "I don't think I would be here if I didn't realize no one owns a room full of text. Please try to distinguish between roleplaying and just being an ass."
Suddenly, there is a puff of smoke and a blinding flash of light as Khana arrives to answer Ristoril's assist.
Ristoril clasps Khana's hand tenderly.
Ristoril's group just went south.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. You also see the Oguo disk, the Grantor disk, the purple Valiren disk, the fiery red Lanceer disk, the Taozu disk, a wooden shield, a short sword, a single arrow shaft and a single arrow shaft.
Also here: Snowwolf (sitting), Lord Swordfyre, Journeyman Oguo (sitting), Sumdog, Grantor, Borkul, Valiren, Siltop, Sejin, Gammerin, Hirad (sitting), Lanceer (sitting), Chardran, Lady Ithlen, Ithu, Eiderfleur, Lazare, Kelrathir (kneeling), Valint (sitting), Ristoril (sleeping), Perdin, Taelrak, Sickz, Taozu (sitting), Garak (sitting)
Obvious paths: north, south, west
You grunt in annoyance.
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the short sword and drag it south with you . . .
You grab the wooden shield and drag it south with you . . .
You dust off a weatherworn grey marble statue.
You dust off a polished mithril plaque.
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a short sword.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
Ristoril sits down.
You stare at Ristoril.
You reach into Ristoril's pockets and pull out nothing.
You ask, "Min not litt'rin up me 'ome?"
You grab the arrow shaft and drag it south with you . . .
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You grunt in annoyance.
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
You stare at Ristoril.
You ask, "ya dumb an def?"
You see Ristoril Melandrie the Swordsman.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Arctic Clan.
He appears to be young and shorter than average. He has brooding ale-brown eyes and bronze skin. He has cropped, tousled jet black hair shaved at the temples. He has a square-jawed face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a golden vultite shield in his left hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, some dull purple half plate, an iron-studded leather weapon harness, a backpack, a voluminous black stalking cloak, a sturdy dark leather tool satchel, a shimmering glaesine orb, a large sack, and a gold-edged white diamond choker.
Ristoril says, "not yer home."
Ristoril shrugs.
You pick up a single arrow shaft.
Ristoril says, "unless yer a bum."
As you place a single arrow shaft into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
You haul off and slap Ristoril up'side the head!
Ristoril glances at you.
Ristoril just went south.
You remove a cleverly embellished document from in your infantry boots.
Ristoril just arrived.
You show Ristoril your embellished document.
Ristoril drops a single arrow shaft.
You put a cleverly embellished document in your infantry boots.
Ristoril shrugs.
Ristoril says, "its not official"
You let Ristoril know that the two of you might engage in CvC combat soon. Although your warning has been logged, you should wait for his response before taking any action.
Ristoril declines your warning, indicating that he has no desire for combat.
You say, "I wouln push yer luck fella."
Ristoril glances at you.
You say, "stop tryin ta irritate me.. ya live longer."
You pick up a single arrow shaft.
As you place a single arrow shaft into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril says, "yer document is embellished"
You say, "My cleaver ain."
Ristoril shrugs.
Ristoril says, "don't swing at me"
You say, "Gian's are so slow."
You ask, "Or?"
You cock your head at Ristoril.
Ristoril says, "no or. just don't."
You say, "uh huh."
You say, "emp'y threat der."
Ristoril says, "not a threat"
You say, "like yer 'ead."
Ristoril says, "just don't"
You say, "Don litter up me park."
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a wooden shield.
You crouch, sweep a leg at Ristoril and connect!
MS: +230 - MD: +76 + MAvA: -1 + d100: +43 == +196
Success!
Ristoril falls to the ground! You deftly regain your footing.
Ristoril says, "not yers"
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "I'll not ask 'gain fool."
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
Ristoril says, "I'll not listen again."
Ristoril stands up.
Ristoril says, "and don't attack me."
You say, "if ya wanna start a figh wid me.. yer doin a good job."
Ristoril says, "nay, but its not yer park"
You pick up a wooden shield.
As you place a wooden shield into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril just went south.
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops an oaken wand.
You swing a closed fist at Ristoril!
AS: +89 vs DS: +305 with AvD: -17 + d100 roll: +42 = -191
A clean miss.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Ithlen smiles at Copernicus.
Ristoril says, "like I said, please don't attack me."
You say, "Like I said.. don irritate me."
Ristoril says, "not my fault if ye have small nerves"
You say, "not my faul if ya got small brains."
Ristoril just arrived.
Ristoril drops a large acorn.
You draw the vultite dagger. It makes a strange sound as it slides from your harness, like the distant scream of a forlorn soul.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You fail to find an opening for the strike.
Roundtime: 5 Sec.
Ristoril says, "don't attack me."
You say, "Warnin shot 'gain."
Ristoril says, "don't attack me, Falgrin."
You say, "Den stop pushin me."
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
Ristoril just opened a backpack.
You say, "I asked ya kin'ly not ta litter in my park.. yet ya continue."
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
You say, "As ya continue ta irritate me.. yer riskin loss of limb."
You ask, "Left or righ 'and?"
Ristoril says, "not yer park"
Ristoril says, "i like acorns"
Ristoril shrugs.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing an elegant vultite dagger at Ristoril!
AS: +397 vs DS: +331 with AvD: -12 + d100 roll: +5 = +59
A clean miss.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Ristoril says, "ah, that was real nice"
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing an elegant vultite dagger at Ristoril!
AS: +447 vs DS: +331 with AvD: -12 + d100 roll: +83 = +187
... and hit for 3 points of damage!
Light, bruising slash to Ristoril's left thigh.
Ristoril says, "don't attack me, Falgrin"
You put an elegant vultite dagger in your leather weapons harness.
You pick up a large acorn.
As you place a large acorn into a painted wooden barrel you feel pleased with yourself at having cleaned up the surrounding area.
Ristoril just went north.
Ristoril just arrived.
You remove a blackened invar-hafted cleaver from in your leather weapons harness.
Ristoril drops some double leather.
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing a blackened invar-hafted cleaver at Ristoril!
AS: +476 vs DS: +331 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +93 = +267
... and hit for 80 points of damage!
Left hip pulped, severing the leg.
Ristoril screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
He is stunned!
You say, "I asked nicely."
You say, "four times."
Chardran says, "dat looked like it hurt"
You say, "Jes cause yerra gian.. don mean ya kin be ign'ran all yer life."
You reach into Ristoril's pockets and pull out nothing.
You say, "learn from yer ign'rance."
You nod to Ristoril.
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "Purposely comin 'ere ta simply annoy me will git ya 'urt."
Ristoril says, "thanks falgrin"
Ristoril says, "still won't listen to you, though."
You say, "welcome."
Ristoril says, "yer an idiot"
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "uh huh."
Ristoril struggles to stand, but fails.
You say, "so says da one legged 'alf brained gian."
Ristoril says, "so please stop hitting and abusing me"
Ristoril whispers, "GMs have been watching the whole time."
Ristoril grins evilly.
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "When you come to roleplay... be sure you know what happens when you roleplay being someone looking for attention."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "I'm looked at alot I am sure."
Ristoril whispers, "wasn't looking for attention. I dropped one item."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "unfortunately.. it is you that has an inability to roleplay the senario out.. which is my fault for thinking you could."
Ristoril whispers, "I've been here before you, I'll be here after you. You're one of the biggest pains in the ass ever."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "If you really believe that the player behind Falgrin cares one iota if you drop stuff in a game.. your sadly mistaken. It's simply a roleplay I've chosen to take."
Ristoril whispers, "and if you'd check back, most of what I dropped was acorns. I like plant life, I wanted to grow trees."
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "But.. the thing is... by continuing to drop stuff here.. you subject yourself to the roleplay at hand... do you not?"
Ristoril whispers, "the roleplay on my part was to grow a tree.
You quietly whisper to Ristoril, "I don't think I would be here if I didn't realize no one owns a room full of text. Please try to distinguish between roleplaying and just being an ass."
Suddenly, there is a puff of smoke and a blinding flash of light as Khana arrives to answer Ristoril's assist.
Ristoril clasps Khana's hand tenderly.
Ristoril's group just went south.