revelation
11-07-2004, 03:01 AM
The disk got angry and kilt him.
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the icy blue Whoalii disk, the Onmiste disk, a pelican, the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, Whoalii, Lord Onmiste, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>'erp..
You say, "Erp.."
>
* Calean just bit the dust!
>
Whoalii slings a blackened vultite kite shield off from over her shoulder.
>weigh my cof
You carefully examine the steel coffer and determine that the weight is about 14 pounds.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
>
Onmiste pours his potion on the disk.
* Onmiste drops dead at your feet!
The silvery luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
Onmiste seems a bit less imposing.
The bright luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Onmiste suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Onmiste becomes solid again.
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the icy blue Whoalii disk, the Onmiste disk, a pelican, the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, Whoalii, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
The Onmiste disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
>
* Onmiste just bit the dust!
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "Ack."
>
Whoalii just went north.
>
Your senses are no longer as sharp.
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>blink omn
Gob concentrates.
Gob's left arm looks better.
>
What were you referring to?
>
A pelican turns his head and looks at you with one eye.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>blink onm
You blink at Onmiste.
>
Gob says, "Oh my."
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "I died by pouring a potion on a disk."
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's left leg looks better.
>'that's a vengeful disk
You say, "That's a vengeful disk."
>
A pelican half flaps, half waddles north.
>
Eirawen rubs her ivory cameo, causing a golden incandescence to dance around its edges briefly.
>
Gob asks, "What have you done?"
>
* Teylifair just bit the dust!
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Gob removes a battered steel flask from his belt.
>
Malkye just arrived.
>
Malkye just went north.
>l on
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
He appears to be DEAD!
He has a case of uncontrollable convulsions.
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "That's the wackiest death I've ever had."
>
Gob forces Onmiste's mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his steel flask.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Onmiste, then fades into the body.
>
Onmiste gives a ghostly chuckle.
>
Gob attaches a battered steel flask to his belt.
>chuckle on
Chuckle what?
>chuckle onm
You chuckle at Onmiste.
>
Gob meditates over Onmiste.
Gob takes Onmiste's nervous system damage.
>
Gob meditates over Onmiste.
Nothing happens.
>'sure was...
You say, "Sure was..."
>'ne'er seen that before...
You say, "Ne'er seen that before..."
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>
Eirawen just went east.
>
Gob says, "Neither have I."
>
Gob asks, "What did you do?"
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>'that was instant death
You say, "That was instant death."
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "I poured a potion on the disk."
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>'no damage
You say, "No damage."
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>ponder
You ponder.
>l onm
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
Despite no apparent injuries, he seems to be DEAD!
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>l on
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
Despite no apparent injuries, he seems to be DEAD!
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
Eirawen just arrived.
>'you poured a regular rose marrow potion on a disk?
You ask, "You poured a regular rose marrow potion on a disk?"
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "Yeah."
>l ei
You see Eirawen Willowrich.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Torre.
She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has large blue eyes and freckled skin. She has long, fine honey blonde hair braided tightly against her head in an elegant coronet. She has a delicate face, a small nose and small pointy ears.
She has some tiny golden hoops adorned with a diminutive pink pearl set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She has old battle scars on her right arm, a mangled right leg, old battle scars on her left leg, old battle scars on her right hand, old battle scars on her left hand, terrible, permanent mutilation of her chest muscles, an old battle scar across her abdominal area, an old battle scar across her back, a black-and-blue right eye, a black-and-blue left eye, developed slurred speech, and a scar across her face.
She is wearing some ivory silk slippers tied with wide bands of soft ribbon, a flowing claret linen skirt accented with delicate ivory lace cutwork, a red heart-etched flask, a soft ivory rose-patterned sack, a honey blonde braided hair ring, a soft claret linen bodice, a demure pale ivory corset, a faded velvet book satchel, a deeply hooded delicate linen cloak, a strand of delicate ivory prayer beads strung on a thick claret-hued thread, an antique ivory cameo, a pair of ivory pince-nez spectacles, a gold ring, a coral and ivory wristlet, and a rune circlet.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>laugh
l
You laugh out loud!
>[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob says, "I think that is not right."
>
Eirawen just went east.
>
Constellous just arrived.
>roll laugh
You fall to the ground laughing hysterically!
>
Gob says, "I think you should contact the higher powers."
>
Constellous just closed a rune-etched black leather rucksack.
>
Constellous blinks.
>'sorry Onmiste
You say, "Sorry Onmiste."
>roll laugh
You roll around on the ground laughing hysterically!
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the icy blue Whoalii disk, the Onmiste disk, a pelican, the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, Whoalii, Lord Onmiste, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>'erp..
You say, "Erp.."
>
* Calean just bit the dust!
>
Whoalii slings a blackened vultite kite shield off from over her shoulder.
>weigh my cof
You carefully examine the steel coffer and determine that the weight is about 14 pounds.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
>
Onmiste pours his potion on the disk.
* Onmiste drops dead at your feet!
The silvery luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
Onmiste seems a bit less imposing.
The bright luminescence fades from around Onmiste.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Onmiste suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Onmiste becomes solid again.
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the icy blue Whoalii disk, the Onmiste disk, a pelican, the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, Whoalii, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
The Onmiste disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
>
* Onmiste just bit the dust!
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "Ack."
>
Whoalii just went north.
>
Your senses are no longer as sharp.
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>blink omn
Gob concentrates.
Gob's left arm looks better.
>
What were you referring to?
>
A pelican turns his head and looks at you with one eye.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>blink onm
You blink at Onmiste.
>
Gob says, "Oh my."
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "I died by pouring a potion on a disk."
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's left leg looks better.
>'that's a vengeful disk
You say, "That's a vengeful disk."
>
A pelican half flaps, half waddles north.
>
Eirawen rubs her ivory cameo, causing a golden incandescence to dance around its edges briefly.
>
Gob asks, "What have you done?"
>
* Teylifair just bit the dust!
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Gob removes a battered steel flask from his belt.
>
Malkye just arrived.
>
Malkye just went north.
>l on
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
He appears to be DEAD!
He has a case of uncontrollable convulsions.
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "That's the wackiest death I've ever had."
>
Gob forces Onmiste's mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his steel flask.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Onmiste, then fades into the body.
>
Onmiste gives a ghostly chuckle.
>
Gob attaches a battered steel flask to his belt.
>chuckle on
Chuckle what?
>chuckle onm
You chuckle at Onmiste.
>
Gob meditates over Onmiste.
Gob takes Onmiste's nervous system damage.
>
Gob meditates over Onmiste.
Nothing happens.
>'sure was...
You say, "Sure was..."
>'ne'er seen that before...
You say, "Ne'er seen that before..."
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>
Eirawen just went east.
>
Gob says, "Neither have I."
>
Gob asks, "What did you do?"
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>'that was instant death
You say, "That was instant death."
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "I poured a potion on the disk."
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>'no damage
You say, "No damage."
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>ponder
You ponder.
>l onm
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
Despite no apparent injuries, he seems to be DEAD!
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>l on
You see Lord Onmiste the Mercenary.
He appears to be a Half-Krolvin of the Rafi'kaes Klinast.
He appears to be very young and tall. He has clouded dark eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy blue-black hair with a white streak running through it. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and thin eyebrows.
Despite no apparent injuries, he seems to be DEAD!
He is holding a zorchar-edged vultite mattock in his right hand and a rose-marrow potion in his left hand.
He is wearing a griffin pelt weapon sling, a crystal amulet, some fingerless red spidersilk gloves banded with thin silver buckles, a deep red spidersilk hip-satchel pulled closed with black diamond-tipped cords, a silvery grey hauberk, an ancient spidersilk greatcloak, and an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack.
>
Eirawen just arrived.
>'you poured a regular rose marrow potion on a disk?
You ask, "You poured a regular rose marrow potion on a disk?"
>l
[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>
Gob concentrates.
Gob's nervous system looks better.
>
The ghostly voice of Onmiste cryptically says, "Yeah."
>l ei
You see Eirawen Willowrich.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Torre.
She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has large blue eyes and freckled skin. She has long, fine honey blonde hair braided tightly against her head in an elegant coronet. She has a delicate face, a small nose and small pointy ears.
She has some tiny golden hoops adorned with a diminutive pink pearl set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She has old battle scars on her right arm, a mangled right leg, old battle scars on her left leg, old battle scars on her right hand, old battle scars on her left hand, terrible, permanent mutilation of her chest muscles, an old battle scar across her abdominal area, an old battle scar across her back, a black-and-blue right eye, a black-and-blue left eye, developed slurred speech, and a scar across her face.
She is wearing some ivory silk slippers tied with wide bands of soft ribbon, a flowing claret linen skirt accented with delicate ivory lace cutwork, a red heart-etched flask, a soft ivory rose-patterned sack, a honey blonde braided hair ring, a soft claret linen bodice, a demure pale ivory corset, a faded velvet book satchel, a deeply hooded delicate linen cloak, a strand of delicate ivory prayer beads strung on a thick claret-hued thread, an antique ivory cameo, a pair of ivory pince-nez spectacles, a gold ring, a coral and ivory wristlet, and a rune circlet.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>laugh
l
You laugh out loud!
>[Solhaven, North Market]
The crush of the crowd is almost overwhelming here in the center of the market. Peddlers wheeling small carts push their way through, shouting loudly. Nearby, a group of dwarves argue heatedly with a local merchant. You also see the Muffinsmith's stall, the Small Blades stand, the Belts booth, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, an old barrel and a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Eirawen, the body of Lord Onmiste who is lying down, Gob who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
>
Gob says, "I think that is not right."
>
Eirawen just went east.
>
Constellous just arrived.
>roll laugh
You fall to the ground laughing hysterically!
>
Gob says, "I think you should contact the higher powers."
>
Constellous just closed a rune-etched black leather rucksack.
>
Constellous blinks.
>'sorry Onmiste
You say, "Sorry Onmiste."
>roll laugh
You roll around on the ground laughing hysterically!