Posted by Drekten on June 7, 2000 at 13:55:12:
You sigh.
You say 'now where was i..'
You say 'oh yes my life!'
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You say 'its found little meaning..'
You say 'just singing and killing and drinking and trying TRYING to be nice'
You say 'sometimes its hard..'
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Your morale boost has worn off.
You no longer resist blows.
You say 'bah i don't feel like singing them felars hurt my feelings'
You say 'what do you think of my singing dwarf?'
You sing 'Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
Of changing and of shifting shape...'
You feel yourself better able to resist blows.
You say 'what!?'
You say 'is it that bad!?'
You glare icily at him.
A dwarf bouncer glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.
You say 'your not even answering me!'
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You feel your artificial beauty fade away.
You say 'it must be really bad..'
You sigh.
You say 'at least Astillian likes me.. i think..'
You say 'what do you think dwarf?'
You say 'ahh.. the strong silent type..'
You roll your eyes in disgust.
You say 'this is boring but where was it.. i have NO ONE else to talk to..'
<518hp 593m 542mv> look
The Tale-Telling Fire
A huge gray stone fireplace lies in the west wall. Small statues sit atop a
thick oaken mantle; their shadows dance against the wall in the fire's
light. The fire seems to move with a beat of its own, slow and rhythmic,
moving back and forth. Despite its large size the fire barely whispers a
crackle and its heat only surrounds you in a warm glow. Plush couches and
chairs surround the fire and a large rug covers the floor. As if respecting
the tales to be told, the noise from the rest of the inn also seems to quiet
and dim to a dull mutter. A painting hangs above the mantle, swirling
with colors. People sing and dance to the east in a cleared area. To the
north more soft chairs and tables sit about while to the south lie long
tables stacked with food.
[Exits: north east south]
A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
Resting in a deep chair by the fire an ancient dwarf opens his eyes and
motions for you to sit and listen to a tale.
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You nudge him.
A dwarf bouncer nudges you.
You smile happily.
You say 'at least your alive'
You say 'ahh now now.. '
You say 'getting in to troupe.. i'm almost there i believe!'
You say 'but you never know..'
You say 'and i have a few friends in the glade and dawn..'
You poke yourself in the ribs, feeling very silly.
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You say 'oh well'
You say 'and oh yes tatooes..'
You say 'm'lady poetry.. i haven't seen her around at'all!'
You poke yourself in the ribs, feeling very silly.
You say 'but i guess she could be cloaked.. or whatever immortals do eh?'
You say 'should i send her a note? pray some more?'
You say 'what do you think dwarfy?'
You poke him in the ribs.
A dwarf bouncer pokes you in the ribs.
You say 'comon answer me!'
You sigh.
You say 'why am i even bothering to talk to you!?'
You nudge yourself, for some strange reason.
You say 'now hes staring at me..'
You glare icily at him.
A dwarf bouncer glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.
You say 'if yer going to look you could at least talk!'
You look at a dwarf bouncer and roll your eyes in disgust.
You say 'fine! don't talk! see if i care!'
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You no longer resist blows.
You stop using a beautiful hammer dulcimer.
You say 'i'll never sing again! .... a promise that i'll never keep..'
You hold a beautiful hammer dulcimer in your hands.
You say 'well YOUR quite the conversationalist arn't ya?'
You are thirsty.
You say 'bah!'
You drink water from an canteen etched with the symbol of Fasces.
Drekten spills some on his shirt.
You say 'oh thats just great'
You snicker with him about your shared secret.
A dwarf bouncer slaps you.
You say 'Ow!'
You say 'damn you!
You say 'you be begging to feel my blade!'
Drekten draws his sword!
You say 'you want some of this? HUH?'
You sing 'Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.'
A dwarf bouncer falls into a deep sleep.
Olar the Tale-Teller resists the power of your song.
You say 'yea, didn't think so.'
You say 'now hes sleeping..'
You sigh.
You say 'what a cruel world this be..'
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You are hungry.
You get a large boar steak from a large sack.
You eat a large boar steak.
You are full.
You say 'well what now..'
You tap your cheek, lost in thought.
<518hp 593m 542mv> who pk
[ Cloud ] (PK) Aptke the Druidess of the New Moon
[ Gnome ] (PK) Nehmenti the Giver of Life
[ Arial ] (PK) Gaerak the Master of Owaza
[ Cloud ] (PK) Mesnek the Master of Adamantite
[ Elf ] (PK) Shalvend the Master of Invocation
[ Storm ] (PK) Nicolette the Templar Colonel, Servant of the Dawn
[ Cloud ] (PK) Raelith the Baron of Meteors
[ Gnome ] (PK) Azlath the Master of Space
[ Felar ] (PK) Pumeryk the Ranger King
* Elf * (PK) Drekten the Master of Verse
[ Duerg ] (PK) Grulhurk the Master of Copper
You say 'bah to this! i'm gone!'
Awaiting the hour of reprisal, your time slips away...
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