Posted by ShadowKnight on November 12, 2000 at 18:28:02:
In Reply to: My Death... posted by Astillian on November 11, 2000 at 05:10:50:
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> Your aging body finally gives out on you.
> You turn into a ghost for an hour.
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> Piaragon wakes you.
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> 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.
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> [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.
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> Piaragon says 'Astillian...'
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> You say 'Noo'
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> Piaragon grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong....
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Ack I'm dead
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> who troupe
> [51 Elf Hea] [TROUPE] Proserpina Kaimevaira, Handmaiden of the Harvest Moon
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Not dead
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> Piaragon says 'I do not beleive that...'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: But dead dead
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> [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.
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> 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:
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: Astillian?
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> Piaragon says 'What can I say... I really liked you.'
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> Piaragon says 'Not many elves are as good as you.'
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> You say 'Yeah'
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> You say 'Thanks'
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> Piaragon says 'Patient.'
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> You smile at him.
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> l in corpse
> The corpse of Astillian contains:
> Nothing.
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> Piaragon says 'Not greedy...'
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> You say 'I wanted to give all me things away'
> [TROUPE] Astillian: Is there a way I can get back to the inn?
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> Piaragon says 'You will be pleased to know that they are ready to move to fourth right now.'
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> You chuckle politely.
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> You say 'Grand'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: Where are you... Astillian?
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: In the 5th circle of hell
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> Piaragon says 'I think I will be the next to pass here...'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: At phlegyas
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> Piaragon says 'It just happens... and we can change nothing.'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: I am not at all sure.. I'm afraid. *blushes*
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> You say 'Well I lived to be 1228 years old'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Cause I would love to get back to the inn
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: I just don't know how
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> Piaragon says 'All elves live around that... but time did not touch you...'
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> Piaragon says 'I beleive you may ask the gods for aid...'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: *sighs* Neither do I.. is there anyone else who might?
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> You say 'I just can't believe it'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: I'll see
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> You say 'I will'
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> pray I was wondering if I could have some help getting out of here
> You pray to the heavens for help!
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> Piaragon says 'I must go now to fourth to pick them up...'
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> pray I'm kinda dead and I'd like to visit the inn one last time
> You pray to the heavens for help!
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> Piaragon says 'Do you wish to come with me?'
> The corpse of Astillian decays into dust.
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> You say 'Yeah cause If I'm stuck here'
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> follow Piaragon
> huh?
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> [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.
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> You smile happily.
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> You say 'Great'
>
> Shokai uncloaks his presence.
>
> You say 'hey Olin'
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> You smile at him.
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> You say 'It's really weird'
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> You say 'This time I didn't come back'
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> You say 'Well it's new experience'
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> Shokai says 'quite'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> Astillian looks at his ghostly form.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> Shokai chuckles politely.
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> You say 'Rats'
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> Shokai says 'quite spooky, old man'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai says 'so...'
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> Olin the Innkeeper says 'Well.. even the best of things have to end someday, sad as it may seem'
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> You say 'Yeah'
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> You say 'I was really hoping to get us some new workers'
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> Shokai says 'They will come'
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> 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'
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> Shokai nods at Olin the Innkeeper.
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> Shokai says 'indeed'
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> You say 'True'
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> 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.
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> Shokai is using:
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> You say 'Well the only person left is Vironas'
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> Shokai says 'well...Astillian, this I think is a fitting way for me to say goodbye'
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> You say 'Can't believe that old bird outlived me'
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> Shokai puts his flute to his lips.
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> Olin the Innkeeper chuckles politely.
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> You smile happily.
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> A sad, yet strangely upbeat sound of a flute echos across the land.
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> Bright light fills the Inn, the chorus of a thousand long past bards all playing at once.
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> Shokai says 'I believe there is a place within this Troupe for you, Astillian'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> You say 'I hope so'
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> You say 'Strange not having shoes'
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> You say 'Atleast I have me chains'
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> Shokai says 'say your goodbyes, old man, I'll introduce you to them on the other side'
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> You say 'Ok I will'
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> Shokai reaches out and clasps your hand.
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> clasp Shokai
> You reach over and clasp his hand.
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> Shokai says 'you'll be well remembered, Jingle-Foot'
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> You smile happily.
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> Olin the Innkeeper says 'Certainly true.'
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> Shokai says 'the Light calls me...until we meet again'
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> Shokai bows before you.
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> You nod.
> Eyes filled with blazing light, Shokai soars off to battle, his wings trailing fire.
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> You tell Calarathiel 'Care to come say good bye to me'
> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> You grin evilly.
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> As the flute picks up the pace a bit, a heavenly chorus of bards long past begin to join in.
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> Calarathiel sighs.
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> Calarathiel says 'I am sad dear...'
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> You say 'Don't be'
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> Calarathiel tries to have a good time, but she looks very sad.
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> mix liquor bubbling oozing red liquid entitled 'Crimson Scourge'
> Huh?
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> You say 'Ah poop'
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> You say 'I'd mix you a drink'
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> You say 'But I can't'
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> Calarathiel smiles the best she can behind an eyefull of tears.
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> A faint jingling, slowly growing louder joins in the chorus...as Astillian the Jingle-foot's spirit slowly crosses to the other side.
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> Calarathiel says 'Will you watch over my good Brother and Husband dear?'
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> You say 'No problem'
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> Garenth says 'Greetin's Astillian, I could na'let ye go without sayin' ma'good byes.'
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> Tolman says 'Fortune has smiled upon me, fare lady.'
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> You say 'Please be visable'
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> Macaenth fades into existence.
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> Garenth chuckles at your joke.
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> Garenth says 'Still enforcin' tha'rules...'
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> You say 'Yup'
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> You say 'Till the end'
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> Astillian has restored you.
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> Calarathiel smiles at you.
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> You flex your muscles proudly!
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> Garenth chuckles politely.
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> Calarathiel giggles at herself. she must be nervous or something.
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> Calarathiel says 'Well thank you dear.'
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> Calarathiel winks suggestively at you.