Stanley Burrell
02-07-2007, 09:54 AM
The voice of Coinner says, "1 silver."
The voice of Coinner says, "Please."
The voice of Coinner says, "Go hunting."
[Leaving rest mode.]
The magnificent music grows in a crescendo as you end your inspiring song with a long, echoing blast, lowering your enshai.
Miscast just came marching in.
You melodically say, "Ah jes' keep it ta piss folks like y'off."
Miscast traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Miscast gestures.
The ground around you seems to shake violently, making it hard to stand.
Coinner is forced from hiding!
Coinner loses his balance and falls over.
Rafanithea loses her balance and falls over.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
You chortle.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Coinner says, "Wow what a fruiter." (Still him :()
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Lord Coinner just crawled north.
Miscast just marched off to the north.
You hoot.
The voice of Coinner says, "Please."
The voice of Coinner says, "Go hunting."
[Leaving rest mode.]
The magnificent music grows in a crescendo as you end your inspiring song with a long, echoing blast, lowering your enshai.
Miscast just came marching in.
You melodically say, "Ah jes' keep it ta piss folks like y'off."
Miscast traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Miscast gestures.
The ground around you seems to shake violently, making it hard to stand.
Coinner is forced from hiding!
Coinner loses his balance and falls over.
Rafanithea loses her balance and falls over.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
You chortle.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Coinner says, "Wow what a fruiter." (Still him :()
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object.
Also here: Miscast, Lord Coinner who is lying down, Rafanithea who is lying down, Taliza who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Lord Coinner just crawled north.
Miscast just marched off to the north.
You hoot.