Drunken Durfin
11-05-2011, 11:36 PM
[Ghorsa Isle, Plaza Southwest]
A stout marble tower dominates this corner of the plaza, standing nearly fifty feet high. Members of various races wander about, some lingering on the marble benches flanking the plaza. On the far western shore of the river, the ramshackle buildings of the poor quarter are covered by a constant haze. You also see a large mithril gong.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east
>look tower
The tower is built of grey and white marble. It stands nearly fifty feet high, and it is encircled by a winding set of grey marble stairs.
Ifor just came down some marble stairs.
>look ifor
You see Ifor Get the Bodyguard.
He appears to be a Dwarf of the Toktrog Clan.
He is shorter than average and appears to be very young. He has ale-brown eyes and copper skin. He has a bald head. He has a thick mustache and beard.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a Bard Guild tattoo on his arm, and a musical note tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a Gibson Flying V in his right hand and the pick of destiny in his left hand.
He is wearing a dusty brown Toktrog clan crest, a cloak, some tiny axe shaped beard clips, a glaes-bound granite badge, a panic button, a laced kidskin shirt, a braided eahnor and faenor band, a braided wide suede belt, some supple black kidskin trousers, an intricately woven ankle-cuff of soft doeskin hide and deer antler, and a pair of dirt-covered tracking boots.
Ifor removes a portable guitar amp with knobs that go to 11 from in his black pack.
Ifor smiles as he spins the knobs on his amp.
Ifor carefully checks the strings of his Flying V, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Ifor then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.
Ifor takes a deep breath.
Ifor closes his eyes for a moment.
Beginning without preamble, Ifor starts playing his Gibson Flying V -- it rings with the speed of the notes, as he displays his easy virtuosity and beautiful tone.
Ifor sings:
"There must be some kinda way out of here"
Said Casis to the Shiekh
"There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief"
Using octaves in the right hand, Ifor adds a brilliant tremolo to the chorus, his hand spread and pick of destiny dancing, while his left hand drives the bass line.
The ghost of Jimi Hendrix glides in.
You see a fairly typical ghost of Jimi Hendrix.
It appears to be in good shape.
It has nothing at this time.
The ghost of Jimi Hendrix floats nearby, surrounded by a purple haze. His tie-dyed shirt and headband sparkle in an ever-shifting array of rainbow colors, and he gazes around with glassy eyes. He has a left-handed guitar in one and a smoldering big fatty in the other. As the purple haze swirls around him, the wind cries Mary.
Tinkling clusters of notes fall from Ifor's Gibson Flying V like a rushing stream leaping through a crystal gorge.
Ifor sings:
"Simutronics, they drink my wine
Gamemasters dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth", hey"
Ifor brings a hard-hitting fresh energy to the chorus as his pick of destiny races over his Gibson Flying V, barely touching one string before attacking the next.
Ifor sings:
"No reason to get excited"
Tillmen, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that Gemstone is but a joke"
Ifor's Flying V playing becomes breathless in its inexorable pace, his pick of destiny flying faster than a hummingbird's wings.
Ifor sings:
"But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk OOC now
The hour is getting late, hey"
Ifor's irrepressible Flying V playing scatters and races and jumps with excitement, like school children just let out of school.
Ifor sings:
"Hey"
Ifor's Flying V lights up the area as he executes several beautiful, fiery arpeggios interwoven with the driving melody.
Ifor sings:
"All along the watchtower
Vanguard kept the view
While all the griefers came and went
Barefoot newbs too"
Ifor's pick of destiny skips over his Gibson Flying V, mixing fourths and fifths in complex lines played at very high speeds.
Ifor sings:
"Outside in the cold distance
A firecat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey"
Using octaves in the right hand, Ifor adds a brilliant tremolo to the chorus, his hand spread and pick of destiny dancing, while his left hand drives the bass line.
Ifor sings:
"All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower..."
Intricate double counterpoint adds interest to the composition as Ifor's pick of destiny strikes his Flying V's strings with rapid rhythm.
In one last show of speed, Ifor's pick of destiny draws an intricate finale from his Flying V; the concluding phrase flutters breathlessly, then stops abruptly as he muffles the resonance with both hands.
Ifor recites:
"Thank you very much...Goodnight!"
Ifor faces a stone tower and renders a sharp salute with his Gibson Flying V.
>
Ifor strikes the gong with the mallet, sending a massive vibration throughout the area.
The sound of a gong echoes throughout the area, its vibration lasting for some time. The tremors seem to pass through everything around you.
Ifor just left.
A stout marble tower dominates this corner of the plaza, standing nearly fifty feet high. Members of various races wander about, some lingering on the marble benches flanking the plaza. On the far western shore of the river, the ramshackle buildings of the poor quarter are covered by a constant haze. You also see a large mithril gong.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east
>look tower
The tower is built of grey and white marble. It stands nearly fifty feet high, and it is encircled by a winding set of grey marble stairs.
Ifor just came down some marble stairs.
>look ifor
You see Ifor Get the Bodyguard.
He appears to be a Dwarf of the Toktrog Clan.
He is shorter than average and appears to be very young. He has ale-brown eyes and copper skin. He has a bald head. He has a thick mustache and beard.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a Bard Guild tattoo on his arm, and a musical note tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a Gibson Flying V in his right hand and the pick of destiny in his left hand.
He is wearing a dusty brown Toktrog clan crest, a cloak, some tiny axe shaped beard clips, a glaes-bound granite badge, a panic button, a laced kidskin shirt, a braided eahnor and faenor band, a braided wide suede belt, some supple black kidskin trousers, an intricately woven ankle-cuff of soft doeskin hide and deer antler, and a pair of dirt-covered tracking boots.
Ifor removes a portable guitar amp with knobs that go to 11 from in his black pack.
Ifor smiles as he spins the knobs on his amp.
Ifor carefully checks the strings of his Flying V, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Ifor then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.
Ifor takes a deep breath.
Ifor closes his eyes for a moment.
Beginning without preamble, Ifor starts playing his Gibson Flying V -- it rings with the speed of the notes, as he displays his easy virtuosity and beautiful tone.
Ifor sings:
"There must be some kinda way out of here"
Said Casis to the Shiekh
"There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief"
Using octaves in the right hand, Ifor adds a brilliant tremolo to the chorus, his hand spread and pick of destiny dancing, while his left hand drives the bass line.
The ghost of Jimi Hendrix glides in.
You see a fairly typical ghost of Jimi Hendrix.
It appears to be in good shape.
It has nothing at this time.
The ghost of Jimi Hendrix floats nearby, surrounded by a purple haze. His tie-dyed shirt and headband sparkle in an ever-shifting array of rainbow colors, and he gazes around with glassy eyes. He has a left-handed guitar in one and a smoldering big fatty in the other. As the purple haze swirls around him, the wind cries Mary.
Tinkling clusters of notes fall from Ifor's Gibson Flying V like a rushing stream leaping through a crystal gorge.
Ifor sings:
"Simutronics, they drink my wine
Gamemasters dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth", hey"
Ifor brings a hard-hitting fresh energy to the chorus as his pick of destiny races over his Gibson Flying V, barely touching one string before attacking the next.
Ifor sings:
"No reason to get excited"
Tillmen, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that Gemstone is but a joke"
Ifor's Flying V playing becomes breathless in its inexorable pace, his pick of destiny flying faster than a hummingbird's wings.
Ifor sings:
"But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk OOC now
The hour is getting late, hey"
Ifor's irrepressible Flying V playing scatters and races and jumps with excitement, like school children just let out of school.
Ifor sings:
"Hey"
Ifor's Flying V lights up the area as he executes several beautiful, fiery arpeggios interwoven with the driving melody.
Ifor sings:
"All along the watchtower
Vanguard kept the view
While all the griefers came and went
Barefoot newbs too"
Ifor's pick of destiny skips over his Gibson Flying V, mixing fourths and fifths in complex lines played at very high speeds.
Ifor sings:
"Outside in the cold distance
A firecat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey"
Using octaves in the right hand, Ifor adds a brilliant tremolo to the chorus, his hand spread and pick of destiny dancing, while his left hand drives the bass line.
Ifor sings:
"All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower..."
Intricate double counterpoint adds interest to the composition as Ifor's pick of destiny strikes his Flying V's strings with rapid rhythm.
In one last show of speed, Ifor's pick of destiny draws an intricate finale from his Flying V; the concluding phrase flutters breathlessly, then stops abruptly as he muffles the resonance with both hands.
Ifor recites:
"Thank you very much...Goodnight!"
Ifor faces a stone tower and renders a sharp salute with his Gibson Flying V.
>
Ifor strikes the gong with the mallet, sending a massive vibration throughout the area.
The sound of a gong echoes throughout the area, its vibration lasting for some time. The tremors seem to pass through everything around you.
Ifor just left.