Merala
10-04-2006, 09:06 PM
Well, just to comment:
I WAS there to kill him. I did NOT have him located. And I have NO clue how he knew. I was just looking for my damn arrow. I wasn't going to kill him until he was taking the girl hunt...
The severed mummy leg finally stops twitching and decays away.
>'any of you seen an arrow in here?
You ask, "Any of you seen an arrow in here?"
>'whalebone?
You ask, "Whalebone?"
>
Derangel searches around for a moment.
>l
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The room is bare except for the rows and rows of crevices carved into the walls, each holding its own body. Great care has been taken to see that each was treated with the utmost respect in death if not in life.
Also here: Lord Derangel, Lilyloc
Obvious exits: east, west
>
Derangel quietly says, "Sorry, no."
>nod
>
You nod.
>l deran
You see Lord Derangel Kortath the Tormenter.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He appears to be very young and taller than average. He has bright violet eyes and golden brown skin. He has raggedly cut, black hair. He has sharp pointed ears.
He has a short deep black onyx spike in his lip.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a twisted black rowan runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a spiked black leather collar, a sinister black iron mesh cloak, a soft ebon rose with a blush-hued heart, some black linen casting gloves with silvery sigils, some onyx black robes, some tooled black leather bracers set with silver spikes, a large gold ring, a thin mithril-studded black leather belt, a large sack, a dark leather locksmith's pouch, a slim mithril keyring, some black leather pants, and some heavy black leather boots.
>hide
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You attempt to blend with the surroundings and feel confident that no one has noticed your doing so.
HR>stance offensive
You are now in an offensive stance.
H>
A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Ordre.
H>
Ordre traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Ordre gestures.
A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.
H>unh
Ordre nods to Derangel.
H>
You do not believe anyone noticed you slip out of hiding.
>'that's odd
You say, "That's odd."
>chu
Derangel gently takes hold of Ordre's hand.
>
You chuckle.
>
Derangel joins Lilyloc's group.
>
Ordre joins Lilyloc's group.
>think
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
>
Derangel quietly asks, "What's your problem, exactly?"
>
Derangel quietly asks, "Why have you come to attack me?"
>
Derangel raises an eyebrow in your direction.
>
* Chaelle just bit the dust!
>'::deran I just want my arrow
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "I just want my arrow."
>flail
You flail your arms about.
>'::deran you have some paranoia problems
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "You have some paranoia problems."
>chu
You chuckle.
>l
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The room is bare except for the rows and rows of crevices carved into the walls, each holding its own body. Great care has been taken to see that each was treated with the utmost respect in death if not in life.
Also here: Ordre, Lord Derangel, Lilyloc
Obvious exits: east, west
>
Derangel quietly says, "That's why you're hiding and following me..when I doubt you'd lose an arrow here."
>l lily
You see Lilyloc.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She appears to be very young and average height. She has bright blue-green eyes and fair skin. She has very long, straight golden hair. She has a delicate face and dimpled cheeks.
She has an old battle scar across her abdominal area, an old battle scar across her back, and old battle scars on her left arm.
She is holding a holy tiger-claw in her right hand.
She is wearing a delicate sterling silver diadem, a silver-bound dark crystal pendant, a string of meditation beads, a moonlight silver brocade cloak, a flawless pure white moonflower tucked behind one ear, some ora-chased double leather, a coral and ivory wristlet, a braided silver waistchain, a tendril-swept dark vruul skin bag, and some silver-threaded slippers.
>
Derangel quietly says, "You look a bit old to be hunting mummies."
>'::deran I followed you now?
Speaking to Derangel, you ask, "I followed you now?"
>think
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
>'::deran do I?
Speaking to Derangel, you ask, "Do I?"
>
Lilyloc paces back and forth.
>
Derangel quietly says, "Had me located, atleast."
>'::deran rogues can't locate
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "Rogues can't locate."
>chu
You chuckle.
>'paranoid!
You exclaim, "Paranoid!"
>lau
You laugh out loud!
>
Lilyloc stares off into space.
>
Derangel quietly says, "Had me located."
>
Lilyloc asks, "We done yet?"
>
Derangel quietly asks, "Did I say you located?"
>
Derangel quietly says, "One second."
>
Lilyloc nods.
>'::lily I'd look out if I were you, he seems a little nutty
Speaking to Lilyloc, you say, "I'd look out if I were you, he seems a little nutty."
>chu
Derangel is informing you that he wishes to have no further interaction with you OF ANY KIND! He desires that the two of you go your separate ways and have no further contact.
>
You chuckle.
>
Derangel nods to Lilyloc.
>w
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The rows of crevices containing the bodies seem endless and are all filled with the remains of adventurers much like yourself. Some are more richly carved than others, indicating wealth on the families' behalf.
Obvious exits: east, west
>w
I WAS there to kill him. I did NOT have him located. And I have NO clue how he knew. I was just looking for my damn arrow. I wasn't going to kill him until he was taking the girl hunt...
The severed mummy leg finally stops twitching and decays away.
>'any of you seen an arrow in here?
You ask, "Any of you seen an arrow in here?"
>'whalebone?
You ask, "Whalebone?"
>
Derangel searches around for a moment.
>l
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The room is bare except for the rows and rows of crevices carved into the walls, each holding its own body. Great care has been taken to see that each was treated with the utmost respect in death if not in life.
Also here: Lord Derangel, Lilyloc
Obvious exits: east, west
>
Derangel quietly says, "Sorry, no."
>nod
>
You nod.
>l deran
You see Lord Derangel Kortath the Tormenter.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He appears to be very young and taller than average. He has bright violet eyes and golden brown skin. He has raggedly cut, black hair. He has sharp pointed ears.
He has a short deep black onyx spike in his lip.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a twisted black rowan runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a spiked black leather collar, a sinister black iron mesh cloak, a soft ebon rose with a blush-hued heart, some black linen casting gloves with silvery sigils, some onyx black robes, some tooled black leather bracers set with silver spikes, a large gold ring, a thin mithril-studded black leather belt, a large sack, a dark leather locksmith's pouch, a slim mithril keyring, some black leather pants, and some heavy black leather boots.
>hide
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You attempt to blend with the surroundings and feel confident that no one has noticed your doing so.
HR>stance offensive
You are now in an offensive stance.
H>
A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Ordre.
H>
Ordre traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Ordre gestures.
A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.
H>unh
Ordre nods to Derangel.
H>
You do not believe anyone noticed you slip out of hiding.
>'that's odd
You say, "That's odd."
>chu
Derangel gently takes hold of Ordre's hand.
>
You chuckle.
>
Derangel joins Lilyloc's group.
>
Ordre joins Lilyloc's group.
>think
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
>
Derangel quietly asks, "What's your problem, exactly?"
>
Derangel quietly asks, "Why have you come to attack me?"
>
Derangel raises an eyebrow in your direction.
>
* Chaelle just bit the dust!
>'::deran I just want my arrow
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "I just want my arrow."
>flail
You flail your arms about.
>'::deran you have some paranoia problems
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "You have some paranoia problems."
>chu
You chuckle.
>l
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The room is bare except for the rows and rows of crevices carved into the walls, each holding its own body. Great care has been taken to see that each was treated with the utmost respect in death if not in life.
Also here: Ordre, Lord Derangel, Lilyloc
Obvious exits: east, west
>
Derangel quietly says, "That's why you're hiding and following me..when I doubt you'd lose an arrow here."
>l lily
You see Lilyloc.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She appears to be very young and average height. She has bright blue-green eyes and fair skin. She has very long, straight golden hair. She has a delicate face and dimpled cheeks.
She has an old battle scar across her abdominal area, an old battle scar across her back, and old battle scars on her left arm.
She is holding a holy tiger-claw in her right hand.
She is wearing a delicate sterling silver diadem, a silver-bound dark crystal pendant, a string of meditation beads, a moonlight silver brocade cloak, a flawless pure white moonflower tucked behind one ear, some ora-chased double leather, a coral and ivory wristlet, a braided silver waistchain, a tendril-swept dark vruul skin bag, and some silver-threaded slippers.
>
Derangel quietly says, "You look a bit old to be hunting mummies."
>'::deran I followed you now?
Speaking to Derangel, you ask, "I followed you now?"
>think
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
>'::deran do I?
Speaking to Derangel, you ask, "Do I?"
>
Lilyloc paces back and forth.
>
Derangel quietly says, "Had me located, atleast."
>'::deran rogues can't locate
Speaking to Derangel, you say, "Rogues can't locate."
>chu
You chuckle.
>'paranoid!
You exclaim, "Paranoid!"
>lau
You laugh out loud!
>
Lilyloc stares off into space.
>
Derangel quietly says, "Had me located."
>
Lilyloc asks, "We done yet?"
>
Derangel quietly asks, "Did I say you located?"
>
Derangel quietly says, "One second."
>
Lilyloc nods.
>'::lily I'd look out if I were you, he seems a little nutty
Speaking to Lilyloc, you say, "I'd look out if I were you, he seems a little nutty."
>chu
Derangel is informing you that he wishes to have no further interaction with you OF ANY KIND! He desires that the two of you go your separate ways and have no further contact.
>
You chuckle.
>
Derangel nods to Lilyloc.
>w
[Hall of the Dead, Vault Room]
The rows of crevices containing the bodies seem endless and are all filled with the remains of adventurers much like yourself. Some are more richly carved than others, indicating wealth on the families' behalf.
Obvious exits: east, west
>w