MesaPaen
04-07-2011, 02:56 PM
Looking for the value of the following:
You glance down to see a dark grey vultite drinking mug with a pearl handle in your right hand.
First Hunt for History 1st prize item.
Scripts:
You take a nice long drink from your drinking mug.
Your drinking mug bursts into a loud wolf-whistle as you tip it up to take a drink from it.
As you tip your drinking mug up for a drink, the vessel suddenly erupts into a cacophony of barnyard screeches, squawks, hoots and whinies!
As you lift your drinking mug to take a drink, the mug lets out a resounding *SNORT*! Quite a good impression of a hog for a mug.
As you lift your drinking mug to take a drink, the mug begins to shout, "QUICK!!! Someone get pillows! XXXXX is drinking. XXXXX will soon be stumbling around like an inebriated ROLTON! QUICK! Pillows, mattresses, piles of flea-ridden rags, she won't be particular!"
While calmly drinking from your drinking mug, the danged thing suddenly blurts out a loud "PPppPbPbPbbpbpbtttt!", causing you to dribble liquid down your chin in surprise.
Your drinking mug makes a series of rude gurgling noises as you try to innocently take a drink from its contents.
As you take a long, draught from your drinking mug, suddenly, the mug yells out,
"She is DRINKING!!!! XXXXX is drinking everyone! XXXXX is gonna get DRUUUUUUNK!"
As you take a long, refreshing drink from your drinking mug, the mug suddenly begins to sing in a nasal, penetrating voice,
"Ooooooohhhhh, roses are red, ah cha cha,
And you know those violets, they aaaaare so blue, so blue,
Oh momma, you know XXXXX is a drunk, ah cha cha,
Yes, one of the soused, the stumbling, the few! Yiiee yii yii!"
As you take a long, refreshing drink from your drinking mug, it suddenly begins to emit a wheedling, nasal and very penetrating voice, singing, "Druuuuuuuuuunk, drunk drunk drunk, druuuuuunk..."
As you take a long swig from your drinking mug, you suddenly feel your legs double-up beneath you and next you know, the floor is shaking hands with your face. You hear a derisive snort from your mug as it croons, "See! XXXXX is drunk! Can't stand up! Naw naw na naw naw! Drunkard here! Constable!!!"
(the above causes you to fall)
Loresong:
The drinking mug responds to your melody by exhibiting very little, other than the fact it has obviously been hefted quite a few times. This is fairly obvious by its visual appearance though, and needs little authentification from your song. The only other thing you get from it is the fact that it feels to be about 1 pounds.
You seem to be hitting a blank wall again with the drinking mug, despite the eloquence of your song's words and melody. You're just on the verge of concluding that the stained mug is nothing more, simply a drinking mug which weighs about 1 pounds.
Then, your mind begins to fill with a jumble of images...a drab bar in the south of Solhaven, an airy pub in the settlement known as River's Rest, a loud cafe and bar in the backstreets of Wehnimer's Landing, a smoky Quaavy's Bar and Grill, an inn crowded with jostling dwarves and other less attractive dens of crime and iniquity. The visions flash by almost quicker than you can follow, but one factor is consistent. Every scene you see is unquestionably a bar!
As you sing to the drinking mug, you get the sense that it weighs about 1 pounds. Stifling a snide comment or two which pops unbidden to mind, you continue, finally drawing out a jumble of images similar to what you discovered earlier. However, tiring of the panorama of dingy drinking establishments and feeling a nagging inclination that something more is here, you delve past the stream of impressions that diverted your attention before.
After fighting your way through absolutely nothing for awhile, you emerge upon more of the same. The mug lays there in your hands as imperturbably as a fly sitting on a dead kobold. With a shrug of pure impatience, you mutter and conclude that surely there must be something more. All of a sudden a whiny, nasal little voice floats up out of the mug saying, "Don't call me Shirley!"
As you yodel a particularly boisterous stanza, your voice suddenly cracks, causing you to blurt out a note much like the call of a romantic rolton. You find it difficult to question why your performance doesn't illicit much of anything from the drinking mug.
You learn nothing new about the mug.
You glance down to see a dark grey vultite drinking mug with a pearl handle in your right hand.
First Hunt for History 1st prize item.
Scripts:
You take a nice long drink from your drinking mug.
Your drinking mug bursts into a loud wolf-whistle as you tip it up to take a drink from it.
As you tip your drinking mug up for a drink, the vessel suddenly erupts into a cacophony of barnyard screeches, squawks, hoots and whinies!
As you lift your drinking mug to take a drink, the mug lets out a resounding *SNORT*! Quite a good impression of a hog for a mug.
As you lift your drinking mug to take a drink, the mug begins to shout, "QUICK!!! Someone get pillows! XXXXX is drinking. XXXXX will soon be stumbling around like an inebriated ROLTON! QUICK! Pillows, mattresses, piles of flea-ridden rags, she won't be particular!"
While calmly drinking from your drinking mug, the danged thing suddenly blurts out a loud "PPppPbPbPbbpbpbtttt!", causing you to dribble liquid down your chin in surprise.
Your drinking mug makes a series of rude gurgling noises as you try to innocently take a drink from its contents.
As you take a long, draught from your drinking mug, suddenly, the mug yells out,
"She is DRINKING!!!! XXXXX is drinking everyone! XXXXX is gonna get DRUUUUUUNK!"
As you take a long, refreshing drink from your drinking mug, the mug suddenly begins to sing in a nasal, penetrating voice,
"Ooooooohhhhh, roses are red, ah cha cha,
And you know those violets, they aaaaare so blue, so blue,
Oh momma, you know XXXXX is a drunk, ah cha cha,
Yes, one of the soused, the stumbling, the few! Yiiee yii yii!"
As you take a long, refreshing drink from your drinking mug, it suddenly begins to emit a wheedling, nasal and very penetrating voice, singing, "Druuuuuuuuuunk, drunk drunk drunk, druuuuuunk..."
As you take a long swig from your drinking mug, you suddenly feel your legs double-up beneath you and next you know, the floor is shaking hands with your face. You hear a derisive snort from your mug as it croons, "See! XXXXX is drunk! Can't stand up! Naw naw na naw naw! Drunkard here! Constable!!!"
(the above causes you to fall)
Loresong:
The drinking mug responds to your melody by exhibiting very little, other than the fact it has obviously been hefted quite a few times. This is fairly obvious by its visual appearance though, and needs little authentification from your song. The only other thing you get from it is the fact that it feels to be about 1 pounds.
You seem to be hitting a blank wall again with the drinking mug, despite the eloquence of your song's words and melody. You're just on the verge of concluding that the stained mug is nothing more, simply a drinking mug which weighs about 1 pounds.
Then, your mind begins to fill with a jumble of images...a drab bar in the south of Solhaven, an airy pub in the settlement known as River's Rest, a loud cafe and bar in the backstreets of Wehnimer's Landing, a smoky Quaavy's Bar and Grill, an inn crowded with jostling dwarves and other less attractive dens of crime and iniquity. The visions flash by almost quicker than you can follow, but one factor is consistent. Every scene you see is unquestionably a bar!
As you sing to the drinking mug, you get the sense that it weighs about 1 pounds. Stifling a snide comment or two which pops unbidden to mind, you continue, finally drawing out a jumble of images similar to what you discovered earlier. However, tiring of the panorama of dingy drinking establishments and feeling a nagging inclination that something more is here, you delve past the stream of impressions that diverted your attention before.
After fighting your way through absolutely nothing for awhile, you emerge upon more of the same. The mug lays there in your hands as imperturbably as a fly sitting on a dead kobold. With a shrug of pure impatience, you mutter and conclude that surely there must be something more. All of a sudden a whiny, nasal little voice floats up out of the mug saying, "Don't call me Shirley!"
As you yodel a particularly boisterous stanza, your voice suddenly cracks, causing you to blurt out a note much like the call of a romantic rolton. You find it difficult to question why your performance doesn't illicit much of anything from the drinking mug.
You learn nothing new about the mug.