Posted by HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA on June 2, 2000 at 10:16:32:
In Reply to: Minalcar's Possession at the Inn of the Eternal Star." (I never want to hear that battleragers don't roleplay ever again:P)" posted by Iracundur on June 2, 2000 at 08:18:19:
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> It took me well over an hour to edit this log. I cut out ALOT of cb chatter
> applicants talking to me, a half a million where pk's and your basic
> background interference. I left what I felt was important to the log of
> Minalcar's possesssion, why he was where he was.. and how it happened.
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> The Entrance Hall of the Great Library
> You find yourself standing within the magnificent entrance
> hall to the lyceum's library, which is known to be the largest
> and most complete library in all of Thera. The floor is carpeted
> here with a crimson rug that dampens your footsteps. To your south,
> you see an intricately carved wooden archway yield to a large chamber
> full of shelves upon shelves of books and scrolls. Scholars, monks,
> and visitors pass through the archway quietly, seeking knowledge
> and enlightenment. To the north, you can return to the main
> lyceum foyer. There is a large poster mounted on the wall, with
> a chart and instructions for using the library, as well as a
> small, golden plaque beneath it.
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> [Exits: north south]
> A sturdy desk is here, with neatly stacked piles of parchment.
> Minalcar the cloud giant is here.
> (White Aura) Chaldaie the elf is here.
> An astute librarian is here, straightening the scrolls on her desk.
> You hear a merry jingle as Astillian arrives.
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> You bow deeply.
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> Minalcar nods at Astillian.
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> Astillian with the jingle of his shoes, greets everybody.
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> You say 'Greetings, Warlord.'
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> Astillian says 'Greetings'
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> Minalcar nods at you in agreement.
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> Iracundur bows deeply to Minalcar
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> Astillian hugs Chaldaie.
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> You say 'May I sit next to you.'
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> Astillian says 'Always a pleasure my lady'
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> Chaldaie curtseys gracefully.
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> Minalcar says 'You do not need to ask me Iracundur.'
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> You nod.
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> Minalcar says 'you are your own person and I not your sire.'
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> Minalcar says 'If I may state something.'
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> Chaldaie nods.
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> Iracundur sits down quietly across from Minalcar
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> Minalcar says 'You penned your missive well. Touching all points.'
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: by the way Ira
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> [DAWN] Iracundur: Yes?
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: you got many compliment from Minalcar
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> Minalcar says 'If that you could handle a blade as well you would make a finer warrior.'
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> Minalcar looks more enlightened.
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> [DAWN] Iracundur: Interesting.
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: sayting you missed your carreer
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> Minalcar says 'than you do a wizard.'
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> Minalcar snorts.
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: he said you shopuld have took the sword instead of the pen and become like my brother most likelly
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: which is quiet an honor
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> [DAWN] Chaldaie: coming from a barbarian to a mage
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> Minalcar says 'If you wish to hear me out, I will state the source of my rage.'
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> You nod.
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> You say 'I do.'
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> Minalcar says 'Tell me what you plan to do of it, and we shall end this conversation.'
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> Chaldaie closes her eyes and hums for an instant.
> A magical spring flows from the ground.
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> Chaldaie drinks water from a magical spring.
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> Chaldaie says 'plan'
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> At this time Chaldaie, Minalcar and myself discussed a plan to end
> a war upon the haven by the village. We are about concluded
> when this happens...
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> Minalcar says 'I was once a compassionate giant Chaldaie, I know what the Haven was founded upon.'
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> Minalcar says 'This one single person decieves what your cause is.'
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> He is talking about the recently appointed Apostle Solian who
> is one of the main factors in the war between haven/village.
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> Chaldaie says 'and you were just but a young puppy when my brother was a vetaran'
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> Minalcar says 'In my village, if our cause is disrupted by a single person, they are dealt with.'
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> Chaldaie giggles.
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> Minalcar says 'Gelkof entrusted me his blades, he saw the bear this pup would become.'
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> Chaldaie says 'that's mean he had a good reason'
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> Chaldaie says 'and even now'
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> Chaldaie says 'I see why he did it'
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> Minalcar clutches his chest, falling to one knee.
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> Chaldaie says 'are you all right?'
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> Iracundur looks at Minalcar strangely
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> Minalcar looks up at you, eyes teared over.
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> Minalcar says 'St...ep, away, Lady..'
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> A gargantuan being hovers slightly off the ground, barely
> taking notice of your presence. Garbed in the thick furs
> of elk and lion, this giant wears the placid visage of a
> fierce warrior. His skin is broken just above the
> temples, from which protrude thick black horns, jagged
> and painfully obvious marks of his wicked nature. Between
> these horns opens the maw of a slain bear, worn as
> a trophy atop his demonic head. Beneath a row of jagged,
> decaying teeth falls dark locks of black hair, tangled
> and matted as the wind whips about his massive frame.
> His thick chest is covered with the ribcage of a long-
> dead beast from which wiry muscle and sinew can still be
> seen between the aged bone. The flayed carcass of a humanoid
> figure is worn across his back as a poncho, tied together
> with strings of wiry catgut. The portions of this giant that
> are not covered reveal thick arms with tightly corded muscles.
> His right arm is slightly swollen, the flesh horridly burnt
> and scarred. Upon his bicep is the searing mark of an
> inverted cross. His skin tone has taken on a reddish hue,
> dark and demonic discolorations which absorb the light about
> his frame. His battle-scarred hands end with savage looking
> fingers, from which thick, dark nails have grown. Within each
> hand he grasps jagged blades, both wickedly edged and flecked
> with stains of blood.
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> His face is marred with a twisted sneer, a sign of his
> disregard for an