Posted by The Pumpkin General on November 11, 2000 at 14:11:03:
In Reply to: Darn 5th circle of hell, that's where I died as well, Piaragon's fault:P n/t posted by Chaldaie on November 11, 2000 at 12:04:07:
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> > Your aging body finally gives out on you.
> > You turn into a ghost for an hour.
> >
> > Piaragon wakes you.
> >
> > You say 'ack'
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> > The rock-strewn landing
> > Rough hewn stones set into the clay of the swampy shoreline make for a
> > ill-kept landing here, jutting off into the river to the south. From
> > between weed-crowded stones a pair of decaying wooden poles are set into
> > the south end of the landing at the water's edge. To the east a dark tower
> > of crumbling stone meets the western end of the landing with a wall of sharp
> > iron spikes. High narrow windows look down from the tower onto this landing,
> > surrounded by the river to the east and south. The shades of the wrathful
> > churn the waters to the south and sling stinking clods of mud whenever you
> > approach the landing's edge. To the north a field of gray and black grass
> > spreads before you.
> >
> > [Exits: north]
> > The corpse of Astillian is lying here.
> > (Translucent) Piaragon the gnome is here.
> > (White Aura) From his boat Phlegyas screams a stream of blasphemies at you.
> >
> > Piaragon says 'Astillian...'
> >
> > You say 'Noo'
> >
> > Piaragon grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong....
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: Ack I'm dead
> >
> > who troupe
> > [51 Elf Hea] [TROUPE] Proserpina Kaimevaira, Handmaiden of the Harvest Moon
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: Not dead
> >
> > Piaragon says 'I do not beleive that...'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: But dead dead
> >
> > [Exits: north]
> > The corpse of Astillian is lying here.
> > (Translucent) Piaragon the gnome is here.
> > (White Aura) From his boat Phlegyas screams a stream of blasphemies at you.
> >
> > You are Astillian the Jingle Foot, Lyceum Scribbler, Mocked by a Comfortable Armchair, level 51, 1228 years old (926 hours).
> > You are old.
> > Race: elf Sex: male Class: bard Hometown: Darsylon
> > You have 572/572 hit, 727/727 mana, 602/602 movement.
> > You have 4 practices and 0 training sessions.
> > You are carrying 1/36 items.
> > Your items weigh 30 pounds and 0 ounces (maximum of 327 pounds).
> > Str: 18(18) Int: 25(25) Wis: 21(21) Dex: 23(23) Con: 10(10) Chr: 21(21)
> > You have scored 681767 exp, and have 0 gold coins.
> > Wimpy set to 100 hit points.
> > You are standing.
> > Armor: pierce: 10 bash: 10 slash: 10 magic: 10
> > You are armored against piercing.
> > You are armored against bashing.
> > You are armored against slashing.
> > You are armored against magic.
> > Hitroll: 2 Damroll: 3.
> > You are good. You have a neutral ethos.
> > You have chosen the sphere of Victory.
> > You are affected by:
> >
> > [TROUPE] Proserpina: Astillian?
> >
> > Piaragon says 'What can I say... I really liked you.'
> >
> > Piaragon says 'Not many elves are as good as you.'
> >
> > You say 'Yeah'
> >
> > You say 'Thanks'
> >
> > Piaragon says 'Patient.'
> >
> > You smile at him.
> >
> > l in corpse
> > The corpse of Astillian contains:
> > Nothing.
> >
> > Piaragon says 'Not greedy...'
> >
> > You say 'I wanted to give all me things away'
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: Is there a way I can get back to the inn?
> >
> > Piaragon says 'You will be pleased to know that they are ready to move to fourth right now.'
> >
> > You chuckle politely.
> >
> > You say 'Grand'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Proserpina: Where are you... Astillian?
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: In the 5th circle of hell
> >
> > Piaragon says 'I think I will be the next to pass here...'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: At phlegyas
> >
> > Piaragon says 'It just happens... and we can change nothing.'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Proserpina: I am not at all sure.. I'm afraid. *blushes*
> >
> > You say 'Well I lived to be 1228 years old'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: Cause I would love to get back to the inn
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: I just don't know how
> >
> > Piaragon says 'All elves live around that... but time did not touch you...'
> >
> > Piaragon says 'I beleive you may ask the gods for aid...'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Proserpina: *sighs* Neither do I.. is there anyone else who might?
> >
> > You say 'I just can't believe it'
> >
> > [TROUPE] Astillian: I'll see
> >
> > You say 'I will'
> >
> > pray I was wondering if I could have some help getting out of here
> > You pray to the heavens for help!
> >
> > Piaragon says 'I must go now to fourth to pick them up...'
> >
> > pray I'm kinda dead and I'd like to visit the inn one last time
> > You pray to the heavens for help!
> >
> >
> > Piaragon says 'Do you wish to come with me?'
> > The corpse of Astillian decays into dust.
> >
> > You say 'Yeah cause If I'm stuck here'
> >
> > follow Piaragon
> > huh?
> >
> > You say 'I can't follow you'
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> > pray If somebody would be able to return me to the inn I'd really appreciate it
> > You pray to the heavens for help!
> > l self
> > Standing with a slight stoop this elf barely reaches five
> > feet six inches. A crimson plumed hat with quill tucked
> > into the brim adorns his head. Deep blue eyes peer through
> > small round spectacles with a wizened curiosity. His once
> > golden skin has turned pale from working inside the bar. A
> > dark emerald cloak, with gold trim envelopes his lithe
> > frame. A white handkerchief is tucked into his navy blue
> > vest pocket. His cream coloured shirt complements his vest
> > and matching leggings. Red shoes with tiny bells are worn on
> > his feet.
> > Astillian, a male elf, is in perfect health.
> >
> > An Immortal has transferred you.
> > The Bar of the Eternal Star
> > A large wooden bar fills the entire southern wall. Made of a rare red tree,
> > it has been finely carved and oiled so that it shines in the dim light. Food
> > is scarce near here but mugs and cups of every kind crowd the bar and
> > swing through the air for a toast. Shelves behind the bar hold the rare
> > ales and beers while large barrels sit stacked with the poorer drinks.
> > Stools are scattered about for people to sit, but most stand so they can
> > stomp and dance when the moment takes them. A large tapestry hangs
> > over the shelves behind the bar. People swarm in and crowd, pressing to
> > be nearer, calling out drinks and stumbling to hold on to their own. To
> > the north the crowd swirls, dancing and singing in a common area. Eastwards,
> > patrons cheer and groan noisily and long tables filled with food lie
> > west.
> >
> > [Exits: north east west]
> > A partially-finished log raft lies flat on the floor.
> > A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
> > A huge, fat man roars with laughter as he passes out drinks.
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > You say 'Great'
> >
> > Shokai uncloaks his presence.
> >
> > You say 'hey Olin'
> >
> > You smile at him.
> >
> > You say 'It's really weird'
> >
> > You say 'This time I didn't come back'
> >
> > You say 'Well it's new experience'
> >
> > Shokai says 'quite'
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > Shokai smiles at you.
> >
> > Astillian looks at his ghostly form.
> >
> > You say 'Hogabooga'
> >
> > Shokai chuckles politely.
> >
> > You say 'Rats'
> >
> > Shokai says 'quite spooky, old man'
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > Shokai says 'so...'
> >
> > Olin the Innkeeper says 'Well.. even the best of things have to end someday, sad as it may seem'
> >
> > You say 'Yeah'
> >
> > You say 'I was really hoping to get us some new workers'
> >
> > Shokai says 'They will come'
> >
> > Olin the Innkeeper says 'but even when a story ends, it's not really over.. just the place where a new story starts off from'
> >
> > Shokai nods at Olin the Innkeeper.
> >
> > Shokai says 'indeed'
> >
> > You say 'True'
> >
> > l Shokai
> > A large arial stands before you, his golden eyes blazing with a holy
> > fire. Though hard to read his expression seems neither peaceful or hostile.
> > A dark black cloak flows down the length of his body, concealing all
> > that lies beneath it, save for a soft glow radiating from the arial himself.
> > With a roar of wind, and a flash of blinding silvery light he opens
> > his cloak. As your eyes adjust to the light surrounding you, you stare
> > in amazement. A sphere of silvery flame surrounds the arial. On his
> > chest he wears the finest shirt of chainmail you have ever seen. Woven
> > into the shirt, in golden chain, the image of a dragon with phoenix
> > wings. His arms and legs are covered with equally fine armor. His
> > feathers seem to be made of pure silver, each one of them sparkles and
> > gleams with it's own light. In his right hand he holds a shield that
> > seems to be made purely of Light. In his left hand he holds a huge
> > warhammer. Behind him huge wings, pulsing with flame spread out. You
> > feel your throat clench slightly when you realise who the figure before you
> > is, Shokai the Skyborn, God of Light and Guardian of Thera. He stares
> > intently at you...waiting for you to speak. You realise that while he
> > is not above showing mercy to those who deserve it, it would perhaps
> > be a better idea to keep a good reputation in his mind.
> > Shokai, a male arial, is in perfect health.
> >
> > Shokai is using:
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> > You say 'Well the only person left is Vironas'
> >
> > Shokai says 'well...Astillian, this I think is a fitting way for me to say goodbye'
> >
> > You say 'Can't believe that old bird outlived me'
> >
> > Shokai puts his flute to his lips.
> >
> > Olin the Innkeeper chuckles politely.
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > A sad, yet strangely upbeat sound of a flute echos across the land.
> >
> > Bright light fills the Inn, the chorus of a thousand long past bards all playing at once.
> >
> > Astillian jingles his chains.
> >
> > Shokai says 'I believe there is a place within this Troupe for you, Astillian'
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > Shokai smiles at you.
> >
> > You say 'I hope so'
> >
> > You say 'Strange not having shoes'
> >
> > You say 'Atleast I have me chains'
> >
> > Shokai says 'say your goodbyes, old man, I'll introduce you to them on the other side'
> >
> > Astillian jingles his chains.
> >
> > Shokai smiles at you.
> >
> > You say 'Ok I will'
> >
> > Shokai reaches out and clasps your hand.
> >
> > clasp Shokai
> > You reach over and clasp his hand.
> >
> > Shokai says 'you'll be well remembered, Jingle-Foot'
> >
> > You smile happily.
> >
> > Olin the Innkeeper says 'Certainly true.'
> >
> > Shokai says 'the Light calls me...until we meet again'
> >
> > Shokai bows before you.
> >
> > You nod.
> > Eyes filled with blazing light, Shokai soars off to battle, his wings trailing fire.
> >
> > You tell Calarathiel 'Care to come say good bye to me'
> > Astillian jingles his chains.
> >
> > You say 'Hogabooga'
> >
> > You grin evilly.
> >
> > As the flute picks up the pace a bit, a heavenly chorus of bards long past begin to join in.
> >
> > Calarathiel sighs.
> >
> > Calarathiel says 'I am sad dear...'
> >
> > You say 'Don't be'
> >
> > Calarathiel tries to have a good time, but she looks very sad.
> >
> > mix liquor bubbling oozing red liquid entitled 'Crimson Scourge'
> > Huh?
> >
> > You say 'Ah poop'
> >
> > You say 'I'd mix you a drink'
> >
> > You say 'But I can't'
> >
> > Calarathiel smiles the best she can behind an eyefull of tears.
> >
> > A faint jingling, slowly growing louder joins in the chorus...as Astillian the Jingle-foot's spirit slowly crosses to the other side.
> >
> > Calarathiel says 'Will you watch over my good Brother and Husband dear?'
> >
> > You say 'No problem'
> >
> > Astillian jingles his chains.
> >
> > You say 'Hogabooga'
> >
> > Garenth says 'Greetin's Astillian, I could na'let ye go without sayin' ma'good byes.'
> >
> > Tolman says 'Fortune has smiled upon me, fare lady.'
> >
> > You say 'Please be visable'
> >
> > Macaenth fades into existence.
> >
> > Garenth chuckles at your joke.
> >
> > Garenth says 'Still enforcin' tha'rules...'
> >
> > You say 'Yup'
> >
> > You say 'Till the end'
> >
> > Astillian has restored you.
> >
> > Calarathiel smiles at you.
> >
> > You flex your muscles proudly!
> >
> > Garenth chuckles politely.
> >
> > Calarathiel giggles at herself. she must be nervous or something.
> >
> > Calarathiel says 'Well thank you dear.'
> >
> > Calarathiel winks suggestively at you.