Since the log board is so dry tonight, here's a little bit of roleplay:

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Posted by Firakrav/Feirshay on December 20, 2000 at 03:13:44:

This is the beginning of the Rites. I can't find the last part of my questioning and Drenalian, but I'll keep looking. I also don't have the fighting either, maybe Dorthorn or Jaldean can post that.

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Dorthorn says 'ah, grimes weapons?'

<902hp 549m 415mv> 
Drum beats begin to echo in the distance.

<902hp 549m 415mv> 
Jorg has arrived.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick says 'eh, dat wot Thror says in his missive.'

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Arelath has arrived.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Jorg stops using some armguards from the scales of a Rock Hydra.
Jorg wears some mithril sleeves on his arms.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Jorg stops using gauntlets of Devilry.
Jorg wears a pair of mithril gauntlets on his hands.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Jorg stops using some leggings from the scales of a Rock Hydra.
Jorg wears a set of mithril leggings on his legs.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn leaves east.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Arelath drops the fang of a lion.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Arelath sacrifices the fang of a lion to the gods.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Jorg stops using a pair of mithril gauntlets.
Jorg wears gauntlets of Devilry on his hands.

<902hp 549m 460mv> emote slowly steps back, trying to find resceptible shadows.

Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 460mv> Firakrav slowly steps back, trying to find resceptible shadows.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Arelath looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn has arrived.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Drenalian leaves east.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn blushes.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Adrhesa has arrived.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Adrhesa nods at Thror.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using a battle cloak.
Drenalian has arrived.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using a battle cloak.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Drenalian leaves east.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Adrhesa looks at Thror.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn looks at Adrhesa.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using a serpent-scale torso.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using serpent-scale leggings.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Jorg sits down and rests.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using a pair of a red dragon's rear claws.
Arelath plants his axe firmly in the ground

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Dorthorn looks at you.
The day has begun.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using an armlet of the giant empire.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
Grenick stops using the Torc of the Nightmare Dragon.

<902hp 549m 460mv> 
From the huts step barbarians of different races.  Giants, felar, arial and human alike.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
Grenick stops using a darkened helm.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
Grenick stops using gauntlets of living flesh.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
Adrhesa looks at Thror.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
The sun rises in the east.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
Drenalian has arrived.

<902hp 549m 505mv> 
Jorg says 'mind field dressing my wounds Sister?'

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Arelath is protected from the elements.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Adrhesa applies a field dressing to Jorg's wounds.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Grenick blows on the ring of fire makeing it warmer and brighter.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Dorthorn leaves east.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Dorthorn has arrived.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Jorg says 'my thanks'

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Adrhesa says 'Don't mind at all.'

<902hp 549m 550mv> mutter
You mutter quietly to yourself.

<902hp 549m 550mv> say Fire.

The drum beats resonate through the village as children, women and men circle you for the Rites of War.

<902hp 549m 550mv> You say 'Fire.'

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Adrhesa looks at you.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Jorg gets a chameleon poncho from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Jorg stops using a cowhide knapsack.
Jorg wears a chameleon poncho about his body.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Dorthorn looks at Jorg.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Arelath gives you a crooked smile.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
It starts to rain.

<902hp 549m 550mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Adrhesa stops using an electric shield.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Adrhesa wields a spiked staff.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian leaves north.

<902hp 549m 595mv> look

Thror yells 'Let blood stain the ground en the village leader be chosen through tradition held deep within' these confines!'

<902hp 549m 595mv> The circle of rites
  This field has obviously seen much use; trails lead all over and the grass
has been trampled by the passage of many feet. To the far side a patch of
ground has been picked bare of stones and plants, forming a perfectly
clean and level area of dirt. Logs and stumps ring this earthen arena,
perfectly placed for spectators. This is the circle of rites -- a place
where one villager may challenge another to prove who is the better
warrior. It is a place where competitions are held and leadership is
decided, where one may display prowess to all the village. It is a place
of skill and finesse, but also of rage and fury, for often these fights
cause tempers to flare and blood to boil. It is a place where the winner
is carried away on shoulders, and the loser dragged away in the dirt. Most
of all, though, it is a place of battle.
 
[Exits: north east]
     (Glowing) A ring of unlit torches lines this arena.
     The beaten corpse of a mage swings here from an erected wooden log.
Dorthorn is here.
Adrhesa is here.
Arelath is here.
Jorg is resting here.
Grenick is here.
A short figure with a flaming beard is here, covered in soot.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Arelath taps his axe thoughtfully

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Grenick plays with the venison a bit then smells it.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian has arrived.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Jorg says 'suitable enough for ya Lord Thror?'

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Grenick looks at Jorg.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Grenick stops using a skin from the snow leopard.
Grenick stops using a deeply-hued longsword.
Grenick stops using a deeply-hued longsword.
Grenick stops using a ring set with a single sapphire.
Grenick stops using a ring set with a single sapphire.
Grenick stops using an elemental bracelet.
Grenick stops using an elemental bracelet.

<902hp 549m 595mv> 
Dorthorn looks at Jorg.
You feel less protected from the elements.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Drenalian drinks water from the stomach of a beast.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Jorg gets blood beast tartare from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Jorg drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Jorg eats blood beast tartare.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick wields a deeply-hued longsword.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick dual wields a deeply-hued longsword.
The drum beats end suddenly!

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick wears a leather backpack about his body.
Grenick wears a captain's hat on his head.
Grenick wears an armlet of the giant empire on his arms.
Grenick wears a ring set with a single sapphire on his left finger.
Grenick wears a ring set with a single sapphire on his right finger.
Grenick wears the Torc of the Nightmare Dragon about his waist.
Grenick wears a serpent-scale torso on his body.
Grenick wears serpent-scale leggings on his legs.
Grenick wears an elemental bracelet around his left wrist.
Grenick wears an elemental bracelet around his right wrist.
Grenick wears a battle cloak around his neck.
Grenick wears gauntlets of living flesh on his hands.
Grenick wears a pair of a red dragon's rear claws on his feet.
Grenick wears a battle cloak around his neck.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Adrhesa looks at Thror.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick stops using a leather backpack.
Grenick wears a poncho from the carcass of a granite golem about his body.

<902hp 549m 640mv> emote taps a wretched claw upon his shield. Tick...tick...TICK!

Firakrav taps a wretched claw upon his shield. Tick...tick...TICK!

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick stops using a captain's hat.
Grenick wears a darkened helm on his head.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick gets a wild look in his eyes.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Drenalian stops using a double-bladed mithril axe.
Drenalian stops using a double-bladed mithril axe.
Drenalian stops using sturdy iron belt.
Drenalian stops using the cape of living flames.
Drenalian stops using Leggings from the Scales of Tiamat.
Drenalian stops using a brooch set with blue stones.
Drenalian stops using a colorful cloak covered with patches.
Drenalian stops using a wide copper bracelet.
Drenalian stops using a wide copper bracelet.
Drenalian stops using the sleeves of Harrapia.
Drenalian stops using gauntlets of ogre power.
Drenalian stops using a pair of spike-toed boots.
Drenalian stops using the Dwarven ring.
Drenalian stops using the Dwarven ring.
Drenalian stops using a tattered hood.
Drenalian stops using plate of protection.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Grenick sits down and rests.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Drenalian wears a tattered hood on his head.

<902hp 549m 640mv> 
Arelath stops using a pair of spiked leggings.
Eerie silence fills the village.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath gets red dragonscale leggings from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath wears red dragonscale leggings on his legs.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Adrhesa peers around himself intently.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Drenalian gets the girdle of rats from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Drenalian wears the girdle of rats about his waist.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath puts a deeply-hued longsword in a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Adrhesa whispers 'A bit quiet wouldnt you say'

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath puts a thick, bone-hilted throwing axe in a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Dorthorn rubs his blades together causing a strange humming sound

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath puts a thick, bone-hilted throwing axe in a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath gets a pair of a red dragon's rear claws from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 685mv> 
Arelath stops using a pair of spike-toed boots.
Arelath wears a pair of a red dragon's rear claws on his feet.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Arelath fills the air with his hatred of magic.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Dorthorn looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Dorthorn fills the air with his hatred of magic.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Grenick says 'Me would O expectin the other villagers..'

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Jorg stands up.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Dorthorn looks more enlightened.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Jorg fills the air with his hatred of magic.


<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Grenick says 'I can know the whenches can be... influencin.'

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Dorthorn gets a wild look in his eyes.

<902hp 549m 730mv> 
Thror says 'Those who will participate in the rites will replace the old blood O' the village.'

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Grenick says 'but tis should be above Oll else.'
Arelath looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Arelath looks more enlightened.

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Drenalian says 'I shall participate.'

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Arelath thumps his axe upon the ground

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Adrhesa whispers 'Hush, let the lord speak.'

<902hp 549m 775mv> 
Your eyes see less truly.

<902hp 549m 820mv> 
Jorg looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 820mv> 
Thror says 'No lads.  I shall state who will.'

<902hp 549m 820mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 549m 820mv> emote nods slowly.
Firakrav nods slowly.

<902hp 549m 820mv> 
Drenalian looks more enlightened.

<902hp 549m 820mv> 
Drenalian fills the air with his hatred of magic.

<902hp 549m 820mv> cal true
You look around sharply!

<902hp 539m 820mv> save
wher
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.

<902hp 539m 820mv> People near you:
  Grenick                      The circle of rites
(PK) Dorthorn                     The circle of rites
  Arelath                      The circle of rites
(PK) Firakrav                     The circle of rites
(PK) Drenalian                    The circle of rites
(PK) Thror                        The circle of rites
(PK) Jorg                         The circle of rites

<902hp 539m 820mv> 
Dorthorn nods his head slightly

<902hp 539m 820mv> 
Dorthorn leaves east.

<902hp 539m 820mv> 
Dorthorn has arrived.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Dorthorn sighs.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Thror says 'Those who have made their intentions clear be Dorthorn, Drenalian, Arelath, Jorg, Grenick en Firakrav.'

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Thror glares at Dorthorn.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Grenick looks northwest towards the aged tablet and nods knowingly.
Someone whistles appreciatively.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Jorg says 'aye lord.'

<902hp 549m 865mv> 
Someone requests everyone quiet down.  Shhhhhhhhhhh...

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'There can be only one.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a brown leather gourd from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath rolls his eyes, disgusted.

<902hp 549m 895mv> whois dor

Arelath drinks water from a brown leather gourd.

<902hp 549m 895mv> [   W-Elf    ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick flexes his shoulders.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'There ken only be five te participate in the Rites.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> who pk

Arelath nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> [ Human ] (PK) Valguarnera the Spectre, Leader of Master
[ Dwarf ] (PK) (WANTED) Garenth the Maran, Shepherd of the Enlightened
[ Arial ] (PK) Klemek the Master of Steel
[ W-Elf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General
[ Human ] (PK) (WANTED) Kiac the Knight of the Glade
[ Felar ] (PK) Raazniech the Master of Nage Waza
* Felar * (PK) [BATTLE] Firakrav the Warder of the Glade
[51 H-Elf Tra] (PK) [MASTER] Shenara Silmadrissai, the Silver Falcon of the Tower
[ Storm ] (PK) [BATTLE] Drenalian the Master of War
[54 Dwarf DEM] (PK) [BATTLE] Thror HammerSong, Thane of the Noldarian Forge
[ Gnome ] (PK) Annabelle Gates, the Hero of Alteration
[  Elf  ] (PK) [ARBITER] Calarathiel the Beloved Child of the Hummingbird, Arbiter Lady
[ Storm ] (PK) Varital the Champion of the Crusades
[ Svirf ] (PK) Dakaron the Master of Bronze
[ Cloud ] (PK) Kordare the Caller of the Pack
[ Cloud ] (PK) (WANTED) Yueim the Ranger Heroine
[ D-Elf ] (PK) Shyntlara Auvryndar, Preceptor of the Tower
[ Human ] (PK) Pelnebreus the Regicidal Song Master, Warder Captain
[  Fire ] (PK) Grakurmanu the Holy of Faith, Imperial Priest
[ Svirf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Jorg the Wise Svirf, Returned to the Village
[ Human ] (PK) Eralinad the Master Bard
[ Gnome ] (PK) Krestanor the Elder Transmuter
[Hit Return to continue]

[ Human ] (PK) Kardonian the Invoker Hero

Players found: 23

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Jorg yer wisdom will remain as a village elder.  Ye have seen many Rites this time yer blood shall not be spilt.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Your warcry has worn off.

<902hp 549m 895mv> war
You feel righteous as you yell out your warcry.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Someone sighs.

<902hp 519m 895mv> af
You are affected by:
Skill: 'warcry' modifies save vs spell by -10 for 51 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies hit roll by 5 for 51 hours.
Skill: 'bark skin' modifies armor class by -67 for 25 hours.
Skill: 'acute vision' modifies none by 0 for 12 hours.
Power: 'truesight' modifies none by 0 for 6 hours.
Power: 'truesight' modifies none by 0 for 6 hours.
Skill: 'dark vision' modifies none by 0 for 6 hours.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Someone pats Jorg on the back.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Grenick rubs the hide of his poncho between his fingers.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Jorg says 'as you wish Lord.'

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Arelath nods at Jorg.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Dorthorn gallantly tips his hat to Jorg.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Adrhesa ye grow old as well, yer fur takin' on wisps O' white.  Ye both may take yer seat en help me decide which O' these will be worthy.'

<902hp 535m 895mv> nod adrhesa
They aren't here.

<902hp 535m 895mv> Dorthorn gets a wild look in his eyes.

<902hp 535m 895mv> nod adrhesa
They aren't here.

<902hp 535m 895mv> nod adrhesa
They aren't here.

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Someone whispers 'I was just about to offer my help as well Lord.'

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Barbarians part as Jorg and Adrhesa seat themselves on the outer logs.

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Someone nods at Thror.

<902hp 535m 895mv> nod adrhesa
They aren't here.

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Dorthorn whispers 'who else is there?'

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Someone takes a seat down on the log near Jorg.

<902hp 535m 895mv> emote respectfully nods towards the shadows.
Firakrav respectfully nods towards the shadows.

<902hp 535m 895mv> 
Dorthorn whispers 'ah'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Six O' ye remain.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods at Thror.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg slowly takes a seat near Adrhesa.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'One O' ye will prove incapable O' joinin the Rites O' war.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone snickers with Jorg about their shared secret.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Take yer seats.'
The sun slowly disappears in the west.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian takes a seat on the logs.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn sits on a nearby log

<902hp 549m 895mv> look
The circle of rites
  This field has obviously seen much use; trails lead all over and the grass
has been trampled by the passage of many feet. To the far side a patch of
ground has been picked bare of stones and plants, forming a perfectly
clean and level area of dirt. Logs and stumps ring this earthen arena,
perfectly placed for spectators. This is the circle of rites -- a place
where one villager may challenge another to prove who is the better
warrior. It is a place where competitions are held and leadership is
decided, where one may display prowess to all the village. It is a place
of skill and finesse, but also of rage and fury, for often these fights
cause tempers to flare and blood to boil. It is a place where the winner
is carried away on shoulders, and the loser dragged away in the dirt. Most
of all, though, it is a place of battle.
 
[Exits: north east]
     (Glowing) A ring of unlit torches lines this arena.
     The beaten corpse of a mage swings here from an erected wooden log.
Dorthorn is here.
Drenalian is sitting here.
Arelath is here.
Jorg is sitting here.
Grenick is resting here.
A short figure with a flaming beard is here, covered in soot.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The night has begun.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn sits down on the ground.


<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath plants his axe firmly in the ground and takes a seat

<902hp 549m 895mv> emote crouches out of the way, a good bit of distance from the fire.
Firakrav crouches out of the way, a good bit of distance from the fire.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick stands his ground.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
A large storm giant wearing winter pelts lights a fire in the center of the Circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick snarls angrily.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath gives Grenick a crooked smile.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Grenick, step forth en speak.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick takes a step forward looking at the storm.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn looks at Grenick.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'I shall keepts it simple.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The storm barbarian bumps Grenick while walking by.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Not long ago I joined this village.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Your eyes see less truly.
Your sight dulls in the night.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror shakes his head.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I speak, ye answer lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> dark
acute
prot
Your eyes adapt to seeing in darkness.

<902hp 544m 895mv> bark
Your vision is already acute. 

<902hp 544m 895mv> You are protected from the elements.

<902hp 529m 895mv> Your skin is already covered in bark.

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Grenick nods at Thror.

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'askin then.'

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Name te me the first Commandment.'

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'before I start a brawl with this stoormin scum.'

<902hp 529m 895mv> 
Drenalian snorts.

<902hp 541m 895mv> 
The drum begin to beat silently.

<902hp 541m 895mv> 
The animation leaves Grenick's body.

<902hp 541m 895mv> 
Dorthorn snorts.

<902hp 541m 895mv> 
Someone leans over and whispers into the Svirfnebli's ear.

<902hp 541m 895mv> snarl
You grizzle your teeth and look mean.

<902hp 541m 895mv> 
Droobum! Droobum! 

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong....

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The animation returns to Grenick's body.
<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick groans loudly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts derisively at Grenick.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick snarls angrily.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn raises an eyebrow at Grenick's weird actions.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Me dunno know words for words.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Druboom! Druboom! The drum beats become louder.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'State the First commandment lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Otherwise state that ye don't know it.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg nods at Grenick.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'I dont know it by heart thror.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'We live fer the tablet.  Knowin' the disciplines O' it are what we are taught as we enter the village.  '

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg says 'Speek the Commandment, you must know its meaning.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath frowns at what he did.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts derisively at Jorg.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone leans over and whispers into the Svirfnebli's ear.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Me knows these followin'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The day has begun.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Your vision seems duller.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Stay yer mouth Jorg.  The Test O' wits is fer many things.  Learnin' be one O' them.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> acute
Your vision sharpens.

<902hp 539m 895mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 539m 895mv> 
The sun rises in the east.
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 539m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What be the meanin' behind the first commandment Grenick?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'The invoker necromancers transmuters conjurers, master o the five magics be mage scum, and to best hunted.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'If ye know it not then state as much.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Wrong lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> nod
You nod.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Stay yer mouths.  Another villager will answer it.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick nods at Thror.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Tell me lad, who be Takashimi?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The drum beats become softer.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'he be one O the villages previous heros.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Barbarians stare at you from the ring of torches, anticipation upon their faces.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What do ye know O' him?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone sighs.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What did the lad contribute te the village that makes em etched upon that pillar?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror points a stubby finger to the north.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone drums her claws against the log.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'He showed others o the village'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'through courage and soul'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror frowns.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'that the fights he be holdin are for a cause.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Tell me lad, what are the three facets O' war that the village teaches?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick sighs.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone throws back its head and howls in profound frustration!

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Me asnwer wots be in my heart, not what others be thinkin right.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> wher
People near you:
  Grenick                      The circle of rites
(PK) Dorthorn                     The circle of rites
  Arelath                      The circle of rites
(PK) Firakrav                     The circle of rites
(PK) Drenalian                    The circle of rites
(PK) Thror                        The circle of rites
(PK) Jorg                         The circle of rites

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
A young felar dressed in ragged clothes wiggles through the barbarians.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone glances at the young felar.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Courage, honour, soul.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian gets a large spotted mushroom from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian eats a large spotted mushroom.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone snickers with Jorg about their shared secret.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'en.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Take yer seat lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath glares at the shadows near Jorg

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone winks at the young felar standing before the much taller barbarians.

<902hp 549m 895mv> emote casts a slow stare about the circle.
Firakrav casts a slow stare about the circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The young felar glances up at Grenick as he passes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.
Adrhesa drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick sighs.

<902hp 549m 895mv> who battle
[  Fire ] [BATTLE] Grenick the Baron of Tornadoes
[ W-Elf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General
[ Human ] [BATTLE] Arelath the Master of the Pack
* Felar * (PK) [BATTLE] Firakrav the Warder of the Glade
[ Storm ] (PK) [BATTLE] Drenalian the Master of War
[54 Dwarf DEM] (PK) [BATTLE] Thror HammerSong, Thane of the Noldarian Forge
[ Svirf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Jorg the Wise Svirf, Returned to the Village

Players found: 7

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'Ifin ye talkin bousts our professions O the village..'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick sighs.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Arelath enter the Circle.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone slowly stands up, stretching every which way.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> look
The circle of rites
  This field has obviously seen much use; trails lead all over and the grass
has been trampled by the passage of many feet. To the far side a patch of
ground has been picked bare of stones and plants, forming a perfectly
clean and level area of dirt. Logs and stumps ring this earthen arena,
perfectly placed for spectators. This is the circle of rites -- a place
where one villager may challenge another to prove who is the better
warrior. It is a place where competitions are held and leadership is
decided, where one may display prowess to all the village. It is a place
of skill and finesse, but also of rage and fury, for often these fights
cause tempers to flare and blood to boil. It is a place where the winner
is carried away on shoulders, and the loser dragged away in the dirt. Most
of all, though, it is a place of battle.
 
[Exits: north east]
     (Glowing) A ring of unlit torches lines this arena.
     The beaten corpse of a mage swings here from an erected wooden log.
Dorthorn is sitting here.
Drenalian is sitting here.
Arelath is resting here.
Jorg is sitting here.
Grenick is resting here.
A short figure with a flaming beard is here, covered in soot.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick steps to the back.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Grenick, seat yerself on a log.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath glances at the barren dirt in front of him, obviously ill at east

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone places her hand on the log, allowing her to sit more gradually.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick moves into the shadows and growls inwardly at himself.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The drum beats become louder.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Arelath answer the first O' the questions.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath stands slowly, stepping forward to the circle

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Name te me the first Commandment.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'Respect the Gods'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath glares about the circle, defiance in his eyes

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'All O' it.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The bark on your skin flakes off.

<902hp 549m 895mv> bark
Your skin becomes covered in bark.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
Arelath taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
Grenick wipes his brow.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
Grenick drinks water from a large water gourd.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
Dorthorn drinks water from the stomach of a beast.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
Grenick drinks water from a large water gourd.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
The sun slowly disappears in the west.
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 509m 895mv> 
You are thirsty.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'One shall respect the gods, reguardless of their standing within these realms... I really only remember the spirit of it'

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
The drum beats grow louder with the ensuing anticipation.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
The night has begun.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
Arelath eats a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 522m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Arelath eats a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist.
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Adrhesa eats a berry pie.

<902hp 536m 895mv> take side backpack
take side backpack
You get a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 536m 895mv> eat side
You get a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 536m 895mv> eat side
You eat a side of deer venison.

<902hp 536m 895mv> Grenick pokes through his backpack
You eat a side of deer venison.
You are full.

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I'll be etchin' that damned tablet on yer bloody chests.'

<902hp 536m 895mv> drink canteen
You drink water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
You are full.
You do not feel thirsty.

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Thror says 'With a flamin' spoon.'

<902hp 536m 895mv> 
Someone gasps in astonishment.

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
Grenick stands up.

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Answer the second question.  Who be Takashimi?'

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
Grenick leaves east.

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian drinks water from the stomach of a beast.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick has arrived.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick leaves east.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick has arrived.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror glares up towards you.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'A felar assassin who stepped forth to lead the village.  He lead with courage and ferocity few warriors of the shadows have attained since'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> nod
You nod.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone shrugs and nods slightly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
A wry little smile crosses Arelath's face.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You feel less protected from the elements.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What more did he do fer the village?  Each upon the pillar held somethin' specific in high regards.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'That I cannot recall, I knew it once...'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath glance off in a northerly direction, towards the Vale... obviously wishing he was someplace else

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick shifts his stance.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg gets blood beast tartare from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg eats blood beast tartare.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath looks tougher.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone stands up.

<902hp 549m 895mv> look
The circle of rites
  The circle of rites is quiet in the night, and the scattered blades of
grass that have managed to avoid being trampled sway in an unseen breeze.
No grass grows on the circle itself, of course; it is kept in immaculate
condition by young barbarians learning the value of discipline and respect
for the ways of the village. Great torches have been plunged into the
ground beside the logs where spectators sit, ready to be used should a
challenge be made that cannot wait until daybreak to be resolved. At this
instant, however, the circle stands empty and its blood-soaked soil is
hidden under cover of the night, revealing nothing of the mighty blows
that have been struck within and telling no tales of the tests of
strength, wit, and agility that it has seen.
 
[Exits: north east]
     (Glowing) A ring of lighted torches circles this arena.
     A lifeless corpse swings here, a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky.
Grenick is here.
Dorthorn is sitting here.
Drenalian is sitting here.
Arelath is here.
Jorg is sitting here.
A short figure with a flaming beard is here, covered in soot.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone sits down closer to Jorg, eyebrow raised.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Answer me final question lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The day has begun.
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'the three facets that can be learned?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Indeed lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The sun rises in the east.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick mutters something quietly to himself.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'That of the Berserker, the Scout, and the Defender'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Take yer bloody seat.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath withdraws

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Barbarians frown at you as you pass them.


<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Dorthorn, step yer arse up 'ere.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn stands up.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick snarls at the tatters of his granite golem poncho.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick wears a skin from the snow leopard about his body.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath sits down and rests.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn moves to the senter of the circle

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> whios dor
Huh?

<902hp 549m 895mv> whois dor
[   W-Elf    ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The drum beats grow soft as you enter the circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Who founded the village Dorthorn.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'The Dwarven Captain, BoltThrower did...'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'There were three who did.  Be namin' them each.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'ah'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
[BATTLE] the Destructor: Yasfien has joined us in the fray of battle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn sits down and thinks deeply.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.
[BATTLE] Adrhesa: Yasfien, to the Circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
[BATTLE] Yasfien: Hail!
Thror nods at someone.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
[BATTLE] Thror: Hail yer arse te the circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
[BATTLE] Yasfien: On my way.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'shal I continue?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'If ye don't know it, don't make yerself look like the fool guessin.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Continue.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien has arrived.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath drinks water from a brown leather gourd.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien bows deeply.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Barbarians part as Yasfien enters the circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'I believe, if I remember correctly, along with the Dwarven Captain, Throc and Thrym founded the village'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Tell me lad who be Axzwerlich?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien looks at Arelath.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien looks at Grenick.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath glances at Yasfien.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien glances at Jorg.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'Axzwernod'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn bonks himself and grimaces in pain.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien looks at Dorthorn.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien chuckles politely.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Mutters and groans erupt in the barbarian crowd.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'Another of the assasins of the village, Azxwerlich they called the one-eyed shadow'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'I know only what I read on the pillar'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What did he bring te the village that gives him the right te be upon the pillar?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn sits down and thinks deeply.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'So his name be all that matters?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'no, no'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'A shame since his blood stains the village ground.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'He died bravely in the name of the village, fighting to the end...if I recall what I heard'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'fair enough.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien looks at you.

<902hp 549m 895mv> whois yas
[   Arial    ] [BATTLE] Yasfien the Baron of Thunder

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror snorts.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'He died in me hands.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> eq
You are using:
<worn on finger>    (Glowing) a gold scarab ring
<worn on finger>    (Glowing) a gold scarab ring
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) a braided circlet of dusty red crystal
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) a braided circlet of dusty red crystal
<worn on body>      a blood-stained tunic
<worn on head>      a green serpent-tressed wig
<worn on legs>      (Humming) a pair of spiked leggings
<worn on feet>      rear-claw extensions
<worn on hands>     a pair of earthen gloves
<worn on arms>      a pair of armguards from the snow worm
<worn as shield>    a shield from the hide of a snow worm
<worn about body>   (Glowing) the cape of lightning
<worn about waist>  (Glowing) the Belt of Zurcon
<worn around wrist> an adamantite bracer
<worn around wrist> an adamantite bracer
<wielded>           a thick, bone-hilted throwing axe

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I buried the lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'oh dear'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror glares at Dorthorn.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'I did not know that, honostly'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Hush yer mouth en focus.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Who O' the village Lords is horned?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'The lords of the village...meaning all that once were, or only those that are now?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> roll
You roll your eyes in disgust.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The sun slowly disappears in the west.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'The Lords O' the village dwell in the heavens lad.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath wears a large black cape about his body.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The night has begun.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Your warcry has worn off.

<902hp 549m 895mv> war
You feel righteous as you yell out your warcry.

<902hp 519m 895mv> tap
You tap your foot impatiently.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Dorthorn says 'Well, there is the Dwarven Captain, BlotThrower of the White Axe, the Highland Soulforge, HOltzendorff of the grey horn, There is Vassagon, the Crimson Eagle of War...and there be You, Thror'

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Thror glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Sit yer arse down.'

<902hp 519m 895mv> 
Yasfien throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Dorthorn says 'me?'

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Yer damn right ye.'

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.
Adrhesa drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Dorthorn nods.

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Dorthorn takes a seat on one of the logs

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Thror begins to pace the circle.

<902hp 538m 895mv> 
Barbarians begin to shuffle as whispers of dwarven anger tip their lips.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick looks over his manuscripts again.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I wrote in me missive specifically what would occur in these Rites.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone nods at Jorg.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Did I not mention that the village history would be important fer this?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien says 'May I answer, Lord Thror?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Specifically.
You say 'Specifically.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods at Yasfien.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone nicely asks Yasfien to be more quiet.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone shrugs helplessly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien says 'Lord BoltThrower is the horned one of the Village.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say I wish to speak afterward.
You say 'I wish to speak afterward.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror groans loudly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath chuckles politely.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone snickers softly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath says 'Holtzendorff'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Holtzendorf!

Arelath rolls his eyes, disgusted.

<902hp 549m 895mv> You say 'Holtzendorf!'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I'll gut ye Yasfien.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Lightning flashes in the sky.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien says 'I saw him wit horns I tell you!'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I'll gut ye en string ye up outside the village.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien groans loudly.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick chuckles at Yasfien's joke.

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Lord Thror, I read your writings, as implied.
You say 'Lord Thror, I read your writings, as implied.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien winks at Thror.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn lets out a long sigh

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I'll say this once.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The lightning has stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'I went to greate efforts from your missive.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Your vision seems duller.

<902hp 549m 895mv> dark
acute
You can already see in the night.

<902hp 549m 895mv> prot
bark
Your vision sharpens.

<902hp 539m 895mv> Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
You are protected from the elements.

<902hp 524m 895mv> Your skin is already covered in bark.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Thror says 'When yer anger me - it's like pissin' on en Ogre.'

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick nods.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gives a manuscript to Jorg.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Grenick gets a manuscript from a leather backpack.
Thror says 'The last three, make that four O' ye have angered me.'

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Jorg smirks.

<902hp 524m 895mv> 
Thror snorts derisively at Yasfien.

<902hp 542m 895mv> who battle
[ Arial ] [BATTLE] Yasfien the Baron of Thunder
[  Fire ] [BATTLE] Grenick the Baron of Tornadoes
[ W-Elf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General
[ Human ] [BATTLE] Arelath the Master of the Pack
* Felar * (PK) [BATTLE] Firakrav the Warder of the Glade
[ Storm ] (PK) [BATTLE] Drenalian the Master of War
[54 Dwarf DEM] (PK) [BATTLE] Thror HammerSong, Thane of the Noldarian Forge
[ Svirf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Jorg the Wise Svirf, Returned to the Village

Players found: 8

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Yasfien blinks innocently.

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Respect the leader en Lords O' the village.'

<902hp 542m 895mv> nod
You nod.
Thror says 'is that so hard te know?'

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Dorthorn Dorthorn's face turns down, saddened at his shortcomings

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Thror says 'It's the first bloody thing yer taught.'

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
The day has begun.

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Jorg nods.

<902hp 542m 895mv> 
Grenick says 'mayz i speak Thror ?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg puts a manuscript in a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The sun rises in the east.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Takashimi was the village leader at one point.  He brought back parity when barbarians discarded it.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The ground begins to shake as the dwarf lord grows furious.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Hush yer mouths!'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick takes up his postion in the shadows again.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Axzwerlich died in me hands.  Was one O' the most dedicated villagers te walk these walls.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'The horned dwarf be Holtzendorff the Soulforge O' the village.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian gets a side of deer venison from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian gets a side of deer venison from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn sighs.
Drenalian eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Drenalian eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'When ye lads cannae point out yer Gods - those who ye fight fer..er the past villagers - those who died so our traditions O' fightin' ken remain...'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The rain stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> who pk
[ Cloud ] (PK) (WANTED) Yueim the Ranger Heroine
[ Human ] (PK) Monstae the Changeling
[ Felar ] (PK) (WANTED) Volrath the Captain
[ Human ] (PK) Valguarnera the Spectre, Leader of Master
[ Arial ] (PK) Klemek the Master of Steel
[ W-Elf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General
[ Human ] (PK) (WANTED) Kiac the Knight of the Glade
[ Felar ] (PK) Raazniech the Master of Nage Waza
* Felar * (PK) [BATTLE] Firakrav the Warder of the Glade
[ Storm ] (PK) [BATTLE] Drenalian the Master of War
[54 Dwarf DEM] (PK) [BATTLE] Thror HammerSong, Thane of the Noldarian Forge
[ Gnome ] (PK) Annabelle Gates, the Hero of Alteration
[ Svirf ] (PK) Dakaron the Master of Bronze
[ D-Elf ] (PK) Shyntlara Auvryndar, Preceptor of the Tower
[ Storm ] (PK) Khartos the Avatar, Arbiter Elder
[ Svirf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Jorg the Wise Svirf, Returned to the Village
[ Human ] (PK) Eralinad the Master Bard
[ Gnome ] (PK) Krestanor the Elder Transmuter
[ Human ] (PK) Kardonian the Invoker Hero

Players found: 19

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn 's face reddins quite a bit

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Er yer own traditions which make up the foundation O' this village - it makes me want te gut every single one O' ye.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are thirsty.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Adrhesa steps out of the shadows.
Adrhesa gets a berry pie from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist from a ranger's knapsack.
Adrhesa eats a berry pie.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath eats a steak of the corpse of a druidic herbalist.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'I WILL NOT ...stand fer another leader who takes his life because he cannae handle the responsibility O' leadin' this village.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.

<902hp 549m 895mv> rub
You rub your hands together in greedy anticipation.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick grizzles.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn drinks water from the stomach of a beast.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'If yer not up fer learnin' what defines our village how ken I bloody expect fer ye te lead this village well enough te make young barbarians proud?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Quit your glaring, just because I made effort to learn our histories.
You say 'Quit your glaring, just because I made effort to learn our histories.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror stomps to the far end of the circle.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn snarls angrily.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone nods at you in agreement.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Firakrav - step yer arse up.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn whispers 'I too know the historys, firakrav'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
It starts to rain.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Yer boastin' enough te make yer head swell like a melon, let me see if ye ken back it up.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Someone requests everyone quiet down.  Shhhhhhhhhhh...

<902hp 549m 895mv> emote proudly stands forward.
Firakrav proudly stands forward.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn closes his moth 

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.
Grenick puts a manuscript in a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick gets a side of deer venison from a leather backpack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick eats a side of deer venison.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Grenick drinks water from a large water gourd.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
You are hungry.
You are thirsty.
You are dying of thirst!
The bark on your skin flakes off.
Your thirst hits you.

<890hp 537m 883mv> bark
Your skin becomes covered in bark.

<890hp 497m 883mv> drink canteen
You drink water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
You do not feel thirsty.

<890hp 497m 883mv> save
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.

<890hp 497m 883mv> take side knapsack
take side knapsack
I see nothing like that in the knapsack.

<890hp 497m 883mv> I see nothing like that in the knapsack.

<890hp 497m 883mv> eat side
eat side
You eat a side of deer venison.

<890hp 497m 883mv> You do not have that item.

<890hp 497m 883mv> take side backpack
take side backpack
I see nothing like that in the backpack.

<890hp 497m 883mv> eat side
I see nothing like that in the backpack.

<890hp 497m 883mv> eat side
You do not have that item.

<890hp 497m 883mv> You do not have that item.

<890hp 497m 883mv> 
Thror says 'Who was Redik Firakrav?'

<890hp 497m 883mv> 
Drenalian gets the stomach of a beast from a large saddle bag.

<902hp 516m 895mv> 
Drenalian drinks water from the stomach of a beast.

<902hp 516m 895mv> 
Drenalian puts the stomach of a beast in a large saddle bag.

<902hp 516m 895mv> 
Grenick hides the rest of his manuscripts in his backpack.

<902hp 516m 895mv> say Redik...
You say 'Redik...'

<902hp 531m 895mv> 
The drums beat softly in the distance.

<902hp 531m 895mv> say He lead the village alone for a while, but found many along the way that would join in the great hunt.
You say 'He lead the village alone for a while, but found many along the way that would join in the great hunt.'

<902hp 531m 895mv> 
The sun slowly disappears in the west.

<902hp 531m 895mv> mutter
You mutter quietly to yourself.

<902hp 531m 895mv> say Bah, that's only partially correct.
You say 'Bah, that's only partially correct.'

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
The night has begun.

<902hp 547m 895mv> 
Yasfien's thirst grazes him.
Yasfien's hunger grazes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> say If I remember correct, he was the flying assassin.
You say 'If I remember correct, he was the flying assassin.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
The rain stopped.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien's thirst grazes him.
Yasfien's hunger grazes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What did he do as leader that stands out from the other leaders lad?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say He lead against all of those that accepted magi.
You say 'He lead against all of those that accepted magi.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Took their items...all of them.

Jorg gets blood beast tartare from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> You say 'Took their items...all of them.'
Jorg gets blood beast tartare from a cowhide knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg eats blood beast tartare.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien's thirst grazes him.
Yasfien's hunger grazes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Jorg gives blood beast tartare to Yasfien.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien eats blood beast tartare.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'What was this called?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> say The seven day inquisition.

Yasfien's thirst grazes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> You say 'The seven day inquisition.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> cough
Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
It starts to rain.

<902hp 549m 895mv> who battle

Yasfien's thirst grazes him.

<902hp 549m 895mv> [ Arial ] [BATTLE] Yasfien the Baron of Thunder
[  Fire ] [BATTLE] Grenick the Baron of Tornadoes
[ W-Elf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Dorthorn the General
[ Human ] [BATTLE] Arelath the Master of the Pack
* Felar * (PK) [BATTLE] Firakrav the Warder of the Glade
[ Storm ] (PK) [BATTLE] Drenalian the Master of War
[54 Dwarf DEM] (PK) [BATTLE] Thror HammerSong, Thane of the Noldarian Forge
[ Svirf ] (PK) [BATTLE] Jorg the Wise Svirf, Returned to the Village

Players found: 8

<902hp 549m 895mv> say Am I correct, Lord?
af
You say 'Am I correct, Lord?'

<902hp 549m 895mv> You are affected by:
Skill: 'bark skin' modifies armor class by -67 for 37 hours.
Skill: 'acute vision' modifies none by 0 for 24 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies save vs spell by -10 for 23 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies hit roll by 5 for 23 hours.
Skill: 'dark vision' modifies none by 0 for 17 hours.
Skill: 'protection heat cold' modifies none by 0 for 3 hours.

<902hp 549m 895mv> save
wher
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.

<902hp 549m 895mv> People near you:
  Yasfien                      The circle of rites
  Grenick                      The circle of rites
(PK) Dorthorn                     The circle of rites
  Arelath                      The circle of rites
(PK) Firakrav                     The circle of rites
(PK) Drenalian                    The circle of rites
(PK) Thror                        The circle of rites
(PK) Jorg                         The circle of rites

<902hp 549m 895mv> dark
acute
You can already see in the night.

<902hp 549m 895mv> prot
Your vision is already acute. 

<902hp 549m 895mv> bark
You are already protected from the elements.

<902hp 549m 895mv> Your skin is already covered in bark.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a brown leather gourd from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien flaps his wings, flying toward the stream.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien leaves north.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath puts a brown leather gourd in a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Yasfien has arrived.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath gets a brown leather gourd from a ranger's knapsack.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Arelath drinks water from a brown leather gourd.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong....

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror nods.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Dorthorn looks at Thror.

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Aye, allow me a moment lads.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Thror says 'Think on this until I return.'

<902hp 549m 895mv> 
Raising his fist towards the heavens, Thror curses and grumbles while walking away.


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