thefarmer
02-14-2008, 03:55 AM
[Town Square Central]
This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see a goblet of warm mulled wine, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a glass of flaeshornberry wine, the Collosso disk, some woth flower, a handaxe, a large acorn, a large acorn, a tincture of brostheras, an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.
Also here: Journeyman Lynayn, Carace who is sitting, Marikaytte, Apprentice Thrakianna who is kneeling, Collosso who is sitting, PsiNetter Judian who is kneeling, Waltari
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
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>sign of thought
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
Inky black streams of essence stream out of Lynayn's eyes and slither down his skin towards the ground where they disappear.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
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Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
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Thrakianna stands up.
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Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Apprentice Thrakianna just went west.
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Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Lynayn drops a perfect black essence rose.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
A dark-haired half-elven priestess wanders in, moving slowly.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Marikaytte nods.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a lava golem miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the golem, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a phantom miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the phantom, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a pra'eda miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the pra'eda, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a mud wasp miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the wasp, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Lord Qwibbly just arrived.
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Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lord Qwibbly just went east.
>l lyn
You see Journeyman Lynayn the Fortune Seeker.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is taller than average and appears to be very young. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has short, rich ebon hair peppered with tones of burgundy, crimson and fiery red. He has an angular face, a straight nose and high cheekbones.
He has a strange case of muscle twitching.
He has old battle scars on his left leg.
He is wearing a crystal amulet, a red garnet studded pewter necklace, a tooled alexandrite earring, a carved beryl stickpin, a pair of well-favored thrak hide shoes, a thin buckskin armband, a carved smoky topaz pin, a gleaming copper stickpin, an onyx-inlaid ora crown, a stone grey sack, an enruned alexandrite buckle, a deep violet harness, some full leather, a tin-bound linen Adventurer's Guild badge, some reinforced black leather pants, a dark grey mantle, a cerulean damask satchel, some moth-eaten grosgrain gloves, a crimson rune-stitched backpack, a dingy gold ring, and a wide gold ring.
>l
[Town Square Central]
This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see a dark-haired half-elven priestess, a goblet of warm mulled wine, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a glass of flaeshornberry wine, the Collosso disk, some woth flower, a handaxe, a large acorn, a large acorn, a tincture of brostheras, an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.
Also here: Journeyman Lynayn, Carace who is sitting, Marikaytte, Collosso who is sitting, PsiNetter Judian who is kneeling, Waltari
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Marikaytte nods.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>sw
Friend of mine sent this to me. I cleaned it up abit, but the main point is there. Illusion messaging is a waste and just spams the screen
This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see a goblet of warm mulled wine, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a glass of flaeshornberry wine, the Collosso disk, some woth flower, a handaxe, a large acorn, a large acorn, a tincture of brostheras, an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.
Also here: Journeyman Lynayn, Carace who is sitting, Marikaytte, Apprentice Thrakianna who is kneeling, Collosso who is sitting, PsiNetter Judian who is kneeling, Waltari
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
>
>sign of thought
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
Inky black streams of essence stream out of Lynayn's eyes and slither down his skin towards the ground where they disappear.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Thrakianna stands up.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Apprentice Thrakianna just went west.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Lynayn drops a perfect black essence rose.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
A dark-haired half-elven priestess wanders in, moving slowly.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Marikaytte nods.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and begins to gather small particles in the shape of a rose onto his palm, but the creation dissipates at the last moment.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a lava golem miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the golem, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a phantom miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the phantom, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a pra'eda miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the pra'eda, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
Lynayn taps his index finger against his black essence rose while staring intently at it, and the rose suddenly bursts into thousands of tiny twilight-hued specks. The specks swirl around in a violent cyclone before they merge into the shape of a mud wasp miniature that moves around the confines of his palm. After a moment, he taps the wasp, and it slowly dissolves and shapes itself back into the black essence rose.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
A perfect black essence rose begins to wilt and the inky black essence petals curl in on themselves as it slowly fades. As the rose continues to grow unstable, it gives way to its form and collaspes into a thin stream of essence that vanishes into thin air.
>
Lord Qwibbly just arrived.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Lord Qwibbly just went east.
>l lyn
You see Journeyman Lynayn the Fortune Seeker.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is taller than average and appears to be very young. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has short, rich ebon hair peppered with tones of burgundy, crimson and fiery red. He has an angular face, a straight nose and high cheekbones.
He has a strange case of muscle twitching.
He has old battle scars on his left leg.
He is wearing a crystal amulet, a red garnet studded pewter necklace, a tooled alexandrite earring, a carved beryl stickpin, a pair of well-favored thrak hide shoes, a thin buckskin armband, a carved smoky topaz pin, a gleaming copper stickpin, an onyx-inlaid ora crown, a stone grey sack, an enruned alexandrite buckle, a deep violet harness, some full leather, a tin-bound linen Adventurer's Guild badge, some reinforced black leather pants, a dark grey mantle, a cerulean damask satchel, some moth-eaten grosgrain gloves, a crimson rune-stitched backpack, a dingy gold ring, and a wide gold ring.
>l
[Town Square Central]
This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see a dark-haired half-elven priestess, a goblet of warm mulled wine, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a flagon of Dragonsdraught ale, a glass of flaeshornberry wine, the Collosso disk, some woth flower, a handaxe, a large acorn, a large acorn, a tincture of brostheras, an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.
Also here: Journeyman Lynayn, Carace who is sitting, Marikaytte, Collosso who is sitting, PsiNetter Judian who is kneeling, Waltari
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>
Marikaytte nods.
>
Carace appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
>
Carace concentrates.
Carace looks a little better.
>
Lynayn holds out his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Slowly, particles begin to coalesce with a unified will in his hand. One by one, petals dark as twilight begin to blossom up, taking the shape of a rosebud. Specks of colorless pollen appear within the flower as the rest of the details are filled in. After a moment, a perfectly-shaped black essence rose lies across Lynayn's hand.
>
Lynayn holds out the palm of his hand and watches intensely as a perfect black rose composed of swirling essence begins to form in the center of his hand. It takes shape but dissipates a few seconds later.
>sw
Friend of mine sent this to me. I cleaned it up abit, but the main point is there. Illusion messaging is a waste and just spams the screen