Jorddyn
10-21-2004, 09:09 PM
Not that you really need further proof that he's a pain in the ass, but, here goes.
There was a package on the ground in the furrier's. There was a note in the package. I grabbed it and sent out a thought on the amunet and Voln net both stating I'd return it to its rightful owner if s/he could tell me how much it was for. And then...
Lord Lycain just arrived.
Lycain says, "Giove my my note."
Lycain nods to you.
Lycain says, "I just lost it."
Lycain says, "From my thrak hides."
Speaking to Lycain, you ask, "How much?"
You see Lord Lycain.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. He has short, thick light brown hair.
He has a thin black vaalin ring in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an ancient elven-crafted runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, some shadowy black armor, an Ur-Daemon constellation clasp, some elven tracking boots, a blackened vruul skin thigh-sheath, some urglaes fang earrings, a rune-etched dark vaalin armband, a nightmare black elven longcloak, an archaic elven shoulder pack, some shadowy black gloves, and a sigil-incised dark crystal bracelet.
Lycain whispers, "It's outta my buffer how much it is."
Lycain whispers, "I was thinking like 10 mins ago about it."
You say, "Give me an estimate."
Lycain whispers, "Had no idea where i left it."
Lycain says, "I really have no idea how many I had."
Lycain says, "I'd say 5k."
Lycain says, "Maybe more or less."
You say, "Then it isn't yours."
Lycain whispers, "Its outta my buffer."
Lycain whispers, "Fine I'll be reporting you."
You turn towards Lycain and render a sharp salute with your promissory note.
Lycain traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Lycain gestures at you.
CS: +174 - TD: +179 + CvA: +2 + d100: +14 == +11
Warded off!
Lycain says, "Thief."
Lord Lycain just went west.
Lie, threaten to report, cast, insult, and run. Ah, wonderful.
His estimate wasn't even close. In fact, I'm not sure what thrak hides sell for, but I think he'd have had to have filled every container on him several times over in order to get this size note from the furrier.
In summary, :fu: Lycain.
Jorddyn
There was a package on the ground in the furrier's. There was a note in the package. I grabbed it and sent out a thought on the amunet and Voln net both stating I'd return it to its rightful owner if s/he could tell me how much it was for. And then...
Lord Lycain just arrived.
Lycain says, "Giove my my note."
Lycain nods to you.
Lycain says, "I just lost it."
Lycain says, "From my thrak hides."
Speaking to Lycain, you ask, "How much?"
You see Lord Lycain.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. He has short, thick light brown hair.
He has a thin black vaalin ring in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an ancient elven-crafted runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, some shadowy black armor, an Ur-Daemon constellation clasp, some elven tracking boots, a blackened vruul skin thigh-sheath, some urglaes fang earrings, a rune-etched dark vaalin armband, a nightmare black elven longcloak, an archaic elven shoulder pack, some shadowy black gloves, and a sigil-incised dark crystal bracelet.
Lycain whispers, "It's outta my buffer how much it is."
Lycain whispers, "I was thinking like 10 mins ago about it."
You say, "Give me an estimate."
Lycain whispers, "Had no idea where i left it."
Lycain says, "I really have no idea how many I had."
Lycain says, "I'd say 5k."
Lycain says, "Maybe more or less."
You say, "Then it isn't yours."
Lycain whispers, "Its outta my buffer."
Lycain whispers, "Fine I'll be reporting you."
You turn towards Lycain and render a sharp salute with your promissory note.
Lycain traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Lycain gestures at you.
CS: +174 - TD: +179 + CvA: +2 + d100: +14 == +11
Warded off!
Lycain says, "Thief."
Lord Lycain just went west.
Lie, threaten to report, cast, insult, and run. Ah, wonderful.
His estimate wasn't even close. In fact, I'm not sure what thrak hides sell for, but I think he'd have had to have filled every container on him several times over in order to get this size note from the furrier.
In summary, :fu: Lycain.
Jorddyn