<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You drink an indigo potion.
The bones in your legs burn with pain, and buckle beneath you.
The strength flees your limbs, and your muscles burn and ache.
You feel protected from good.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> where
People near you:
(PK) Solison                      The Mouth of a Large Cave
(PK) Acvilar                      The Mouth of a Large Cave
(PK) Kornuel                      A Bend in a Crumbling Road
(PK) Dashmiri                     A Bend in a Crumbling Road

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri stops using an iridescent orb.
Dashmiri holds an elf-skin bass drum in his hands.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> wAlas, you cannot go that way.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> l
A Bend in a Crumbling Road
  An ancient, crumbling road bends here, cutting through the Feanwyyn Weald to 
the north and east as it travels along the bank of a slow moving river.  
Sunlight fights through the thick canopy of the mixed pine and cypress trees 
that close together over your head, dappling the road with an intricate dance 
of shadow and light.  Rustles in the tangled underbrush to either side of the 
road betray the presence of small forest creatures, searching for what 
sustenance the forest can provide.  The rich scent of the forest fills your 
nostrils, both new life and ancient death mixing into a heady, complex aroma 
that is the essence of the Feanwyyn Weald.
 
[Exits: north east south]
(Red Aura) Dashmiri is here.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> s
A Muddy Path South of the Weald
 
[Exits: north east south]

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 874/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> n
A Bend in a Crumbling Road
 
[Exits: north east south]

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 871/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> n
Dashmiri drinks a potion of flight.
Dashmiri's feet rise off the ground.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 871/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> 
A Bend in a Crumbling Road
 
[Exits: east south west]

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 870/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> w
The Colossal Tree
 
[Exits: north east]

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> e
Acvilar has summoned you!
A Rocky Vale
 
[Exits: south west]
(Gold Aura) (White Aura) Solison is here.
(Gold Aura) (White Aura) (Body of Stone) Acvilar is here.
A tiny field mouse darts along the ground, trying to avoid death from above.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> Alas, you cannot go that way.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> sing lullaby
You sing 'The ghosts remain, and chant the chorus
Forget not souls who've come before us;
Those spirits cold, and without number
Who pass the night in endless slumber.'
Solison moves more slowly in the wake of your lullaby.
Solison collapses into a deep sleep.
Acvilar collapses into a deep sleep.
***That happens once in the life:) To land sleep on elf with resist mental..uhm
A tiny field mouse moves more slowly in the wake of your lullaby.
A tiny field mouse collapses into a deep sleep.

<1138/1138(100%) 660/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> gt Slept em both
You tell your group 'Slept em both'

<1138/1138(100%) 660/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> l
A Rocky Vale
  A rock-strewn vale opens to the south and west here.  A large amount of white 
rocks lie scattered like old bones across the loose shale floor that shifts 
treacherously without warning.  Nothing grows here in the darkness, not even 
mold and lichens.  A foul carrion stench rises from the ground, strong enough 
to make even the most experienced adventurer's gut churn in protest.  The 
only sounds that fill the air are the harsh echoes of splashing water, and 
the occasional clatter as pieces of rock tumble down from the steep walls.
 
[Exits: south west]
(Gold Aura) (White Aura) Solison is sleeping here.
(Gold Aura) (White Aura) (Body of Stone) Acvilar is sleeping here.
A tiny field mouse is sleeping here.

<1138/1138(100%) 660/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> r
You rest.

<1138/1138(100%) 660/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri tells the group 'excellent'

<1138/1138(100%) 660/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> sing languid
You sing 'A burden you feel, deep in your soul;
Your muscles grow weak, your thoughts slow.
Lethargy creeps slowly into your limbs,
Trudging through winter's deep snow.'
Acvilar appears weak and weary.
A tiny field mouse appears weak and weary.

<1138/1138(100%) 640/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> sing languid
You sing 'A burden you feel, deep in your soul;
Your muscles grow weak, your thoughts slow.
Lethargy creeps slowly into your limbs,
Trudging through winter's deep snow.'
Solison appears weak and weary.

<1138/1138(100%) 620/816 869/875 24900 (7 AM) waxing tipsy> sing laborious
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'
Solison sags, appearing to bear an invisible burden.
A tiny field mouse sags, appearing to bear an invisible burden.

<1138/1138(100%) 670/816 875/875 24900 (8 AM) waxing tipsy> sing laborious
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (8 AM) waxing tipsy> g dove girdle
hold dove
brandish
hold harp
put dove girdle
You get a dove figurine from the girdle of endless space.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (8 AM) waxing tipsy> You stop using a death reed harp.
You hold a dove figurine in your hands.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (8 AM) waxing tipsy> You brandish a dove figurine.
Solison yells 'Die Kornuel, you brandishing fool!'
The magic of the fly spell unravels.
Solison slowly floats to the ground.
Acvilar yells 'Die Kornuel, you brandishing fool!'
The magic of the resist mental spell unravels.
A tiny field mouse is not affected by anything that can be dispelled.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (8 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You no longer resist blows.

<1138/1138(100%) 720/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> sing anthem
You stop using a dove figurine.
You hold a death reed harp in your hands.

<1138/1138(100%) 720/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You put a dove figurine in the girdle of endless space.

<1138/1138(100%) 720/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You sing 'Winter weeps eternal,
A chill forever spent
That numbs the soul and body,
With winter's long lament.'

You feel yourself better able to resist blows.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri recites a scroll with a glowing eyeball seal.

<1138/1138(100%) 690/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> sing laborious
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'

<1138/1138(100%) 670/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> sing laborious
Dashmiri drinks a small vial of diluted venom.

<1138/1138(100%) 670/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri sits down and rests.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (9 AM) waxing tipsy> sing laborious
You are hungry.

<1138/1138(100%) 715/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> g pouch girdleopen pouchg 1. poucheat 1.close pouchput pouch girdle
Dashmiri plays a few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, attempting to tune it.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri plays a last few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, looking satisfied.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> You get the pouch of nourishment from the girdle of endless space.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> Ok.
A sweet aroma wafts across your nose as you open the pouch of nourishment.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You get a scrumptious pastry from the pouch of nourishment.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You finish eating a scrumptious pastry.
You still feel slightly hungry.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> Ok.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> 
You put the pouch of nourishment in the girdle of endless space.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> dri pint
You drink mead from a pint of duergar mead.
You feel tipsy.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing tipsy> dri pint
You drink mead from a pint of duergar mead.
You feel drunk.

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> sing laborious
Dashmiri sings 'The last sad hour of freedom's dream
And valour's task, moved slowly by
The last sad hour of freedom's dream
Should rise and give them light to die.'

<1138/1138(100%) 695/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> 
You sing 'I feel a weakness deep within me
I am but mortal, forever I cannot last
I look to the end, and I grow weary
My time is coming, coming fast
How I wish my time would last.'

<1138/1138(100%) 675/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> sing elegy
You sing 'Bitter, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of ire and woe.'
Solison begins to weep uncontrollably.
Acvilar begins to weep uncontrollably.
A tiny field mouse begins to weep uncontrollably.
Dashmiri plays a few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, attempting to tune it.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri plays a last few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, looking satisfied.

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'The last sad hour of freedom's dream
And valour's task, moved slowly by
The last sad hour of freedom's dream
Should rise and give them light to die.'

<1138/1138(100%) 650/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> sing cacophonous
You raise a death reed harp in a wailing and cacophonous lament that eerily hangs in the air.
Solison looks disoriented by all the noise.
Acvilar looks disoriented by all the noise.
A tiny field mouse looks disoriented by all the noise.

<1138/1138(100%) 620/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> tune
You turn an attentive ear to a death reed harp and begin tuning it.

<1138/1138(100%) 613/816 875/875 24900 (10 AM) waxing drunk> 
The sky is getting cloudy.

Autosaving.

<1138/1138(100%) 651/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri opens the chest of inebriation.
The chest of inebriation rattles slightly as Dashmiri opens it.

<1138/1138(100%) 651/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri closes the chest of inebriation.

<1138/1138(100%) 651/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri puts the chest of inebriation in the girdle of endless space.

<1138/1138(100%) 651/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
A death reed harp sounds a great deal better!

<1138/1138(100%) 651/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> sing fantasia
You sing 'Sad dreams of joys that never came;
Sweet hopes that e'er deceived,
And thoughts that pictured forth a scene
I ever then believed.'
Acvilar is distracted by a wondrous place.
Dashmiri drinks burgundy from a mug of spiced wine.

<1138/1138(100%) 591/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri drinks burgundy from a mug of spiced wine.

<1138/1138(100%) 591/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'The last sad hour of freedom's dream
And valour's task, moved slowly by
The last sad hour of freedom's dream
Should rise and give them light to die.'

<1138/1138(100%) 591/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 'Fantasia on Acvilar
You say 'Fantasia on Acvilar'

<1138/1138(100%) 591/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'The last sad hour of freedom's dream
And valour's task, moved slowly by
The last sad hour of freedom's dream
Should rise and give them light to die.'

<1138/1138(100%) 591/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'
Solison's senses become distorted by your illusion.

<1138/1138(100%) 571/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
Dashmiri says 'On both'

<1138/1138(100%) 571/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 551/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
Dashmiri sings 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 551/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 531/816 875/875 24900 (11 AM) waxing drunk> 
The pain fades from your muscles, and your limbs feel stronger.
The soreness in your legs passes.

<1138/1138(100%) 589/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 589/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> 'Try laborius on Acvilar
You say 'Try laborius on Acvilar'

<1138/1138(100%) 589/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 569/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'So sleeps the pride of former days
So glory's thrill is o'er
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.'

<1138/1138(100%) 569/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'

<1138/1138(100%) 549/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> sing symphonic
You sing 'Can you trust your eyes, do they see what's real
Am I here just near to you, near enough to feel?
Or am I near the gnarled oak just over to your left
Or maybe standing to your right before the granite cleft?'
Acvilar's senses become distorted by your illusion.

<1138/1138(100%) 529/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> 
Dashmiri sings 'So sleeps the pride of former days
So glory's thrill is o'er
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.'
Acvilar sags, appearing to bear an invisible burden.

<1138/1138(100%) 529/816 875/875 24900 (12 PM) waxing drunk> 'Both distorted
You no longer feel such bravado.
You feel less confident.

<1138/998(114%) 593/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
You say 'Both distorted'

<1138/998(114%) 593/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> sing charismatic
You sing 'Fair and sweet is the sirine's song,
Her languid, beck'ning breath
That wails its tempting melody,
Which lures a man to death.

You feel confident and charismatic.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri nods.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri plays a few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, attempting to tune it.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> aff
You are affected by:
Song: 'canticle of the gods' modifies save vs spell by -18 for 53 hours.
Song: 'canticle of the gods' modifies hit roll by 8 for 53 hours.
Skill: 'sneak' for 36 hours.
Song: 'chant of resilience' modifies save vs mental by -11 for 23 hours.
Song: 'chant of resilience' modifies armor class by -15 for 23 hours.
Song: 'charismatic prelude' modifies charisma by 2 for 20 hours.
Spell: 'protection from good' for 18 hours.
Song: 'anthem of resistance' for 12 hours.
Skill: 'blade of the codex' modifies damage roll by 7 for 12 hours.
Skill: 'blade of the codex' modifies strength by 5 for 12 hours.
Spell: 'aura' modifies armor class by -30 for 11 hours.
Spell: 'detect good' for 11 hours.
Spell: 'detect evil' for 11 hours.
Spell: 'detect invis' for 11 hours.
Song: 'battaglia' modifies damage roll by 11 for 2 hours.
Song: 'battaglia' modifies hit roll by 11 for 2 hours.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri plays a last few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, looking satisfied.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri sings 'I gird myself against my foes
My inner strength and passion grows
Don't underestimate the poet's prose
To lessen even the strongest blows.'

You already resist blows.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> l ac
Standing before you with skin of a golden hue, is an elven man.
His face is well defined and set with a look of determination.
Flowing brown hair is pulled back and tied into a tight ponytail
that hangs just down to his shoulders. Twin braids hang casually
down the side of his head, and lay quietly tucked behind the fine
pointed ears of his elven heritage. Adorning the lobes are what
appear to be two fine hoops of a mithril origin. Bright azure
eyes flash quiet amusement as they shift to take in everything
around him. His armor is a mixture of various styles, all tailored
to his muscular elven form to ensure comfort and mobility.

Acvilar, a male elf, is in perfect health.

Acvilar is using:
<worn on finger>    (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a ring of solid light
<worn on finger>    (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a ring of solid light
<worn around neck>  (Gold Aura) a wooden hummingbird pendant
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) a stoneform amulet
<worn on body>      a breastplate of lobster plates
<worn on head>      (Glowing) (Humming) the pearl crown of the tritons
<worn on face>      a bone mask
<worn on legs>      a pair of golden dragonscale leggings
<worn on feet>      a pair of steel lined dragonscale boots
<worn on hands>     a pair of steel-trimmed gauntlets
<worn on arms>      (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a pair of gleaming diamond arm bands
<worn about body>   (Glowing) (Humming) the cape of living flames
<worn about waist>  a forest-green, woven belt
<worn around wrist> (Humming) a bracelet of woven gold
<worn around wrist> (Humming) a bracelet of woven gold
<mainhand wielded>  (Gold Aura) a holy sword named 'Defiance'
<tattooed>          (Glowing) the mark of the crossed sword and flute

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri goes to sleep.

<1138/998(114%) 583/816 875/875 24900 (1 PM) waxing tipsy> 
It starts to rain.

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri wakes up and starts resting.

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> l sol
The sheer size of the being before you might have been staggering if one had
not been used to the giant race. Shoulders twice as broad as an Orc squared
powerfully with the tree trunk thick legs set as if to stand against a coming
wave. Deep, sea blue skin rippled with powerful sinews that were packed into
his nearly fourteen foot tall frame. Lighter blue streaks mar the thick
cords, snickering across the dark skin, displaying the stroy of war and
strife that the Giant had survived. A stoney face peered out from beneath a
long, neatly kept mane of sea-weed green hair that was tied back with a
simple bit of twine. Features were what could have been called handsome, and
were supported by a strong jaw, which was covered by a light beard that clung
to it like moss on a rock. Deep, emerald pools would peer out of his face,
carrying a warm nature that matched the gentle smile crossing his face.
Beaten, work and war hardened hands hung at his sides, showing numerous hours
spent in shield and sword drills.
Solison, a male storm giant, is in perfect health.

Solison is using:
<worn on finger>    an amethyst ring
<worn on finger>    a signet ring engraved with a phoenix
<worn around neck>  (Glowing) (Humming) the Ankh of Loch Terradian
<worn around neck>  a runed bronze collar
<worn on body>      a hardened mithril breastplate
<worn on head>      a horned minotaur helm
<worn on legs>      (Humming) crimson dragon scale leggings
<worn on feet>      a pair of steel-toed boots
<worn on hands>     some plated brass gauntlets
<worn on arms>      a pair of armguards from the snow worm
<worn about body>   a dirty blue surcoat, embroidered with the symbol of a phoenix
<worn about waist>  a wide, black leather belt
<worn around wrist> a braided silver bracer
<worn around wrist> a serpent-scale bracer
<mainhand wielded>  (Humming) 'Vengeance', the Shining Sword
<worn as shield>    a shield from the hide of a snow worm

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri looks at Solison.

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> l
A Rocky Vale
  A rock-strewn vale opens to the south and west here.  A large amount of white 
rocks lie scattered like old bones across the loose shale floor that shifts 
treacherously without warning.  Nothing grows here in the darkness, not even 
mold and lichens.  A foul carrion stench rises from the ground, strong enough 
to make even the most experienced adventurer's gut churn in protest.  The 
only sounds that fill the air are the harsh echoes of splashing water, and 
the occasional clatter as pieces of rock tumble down from the steep walls.
 
[Exits: south west]
(Red Aura) Dashmiri is resting here.
(Gold Aura) Solison is sleeping here.
(Gold Aura) (Body of Stone) Acvilar is sleeping here.
A tiny field mouse is sleeping here.

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri tells the group 'Whats the plan?'

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri goes to sleep.

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 'Not best time of day..
You say 'Not best time of day..'

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> gt Not best time of day..
You tell your group 'Not best time of day..'

<998/998(100%) 647/816 875/875 24900 (2 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri wakes up and starts resting.

<998/998(100%) 686/816 875/875 24900 (3 PM) waxing tipsy> gt So we'll fiend both
Dashmiri plays a few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, attempting to tune it.

<998/998(100%) 686/816 875/875 24900 (3 PM) waxing tipsy> 
You tell your group 'So we'll fiend both'

<998/998(100%) 686/816 875/875 24900 (3 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri plays a last few notes on an elf-skin bass drum, looking satisfied.

<998/998(100%) 686/816 875/875 24900 (3 PM) waxing tipsy> 
The rain ceases.
You feel less pugilistic.

<998/998(100%) 737/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri stands up.

<998/998(100%) 737/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> 'More likely they would recall
You say 'More likely they would recall'

<998/998(100%) 737/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> sing battaglia
You sing 'To arms! To arms! So rings the knell of war!
And if we die before we're through
At least we'll weep no more!'

The somber battaglia strengthens your resolve.

<998/998(100%) 707/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri nods.

<998/998(100%) 707/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> waktune
Dashmiri says 'ready when you are'

<998/998(100%) 707/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> You stand up.

<998/998(100%) 707/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> You turn an attentive ear to a death reed harp and begin tuning it.

<998/998(100%) 700/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> 
A death reed harp sounds a great deal better!

<998/998(100%) 700/816 875/875 24900 (4 PM) waxing tipsy> 'Ready?
You say 'Ready?'
Dashmiri slowly floats to the ground.

<998/998(100%) 732/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri says 'moment'

<998/998(100%) 732/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri says 'ready'

<998/998(100%) 732/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> sing grand
You sing 'Demon wings and frightful things
The dimmest minds will cloud;
Within this grand, oh frightful land
Where terrors do abound.
A chilling sound I call for you
To delight and confound you assembled few!'
You create an illusion in the mind of Solison.
Solison yells 'The end of the world draws near!  The nightmare abominations are among us!'
You create an illusion in the mind of Acvilar.
Acvilar yells 'It's just like in my nightmares!  Get away from me!'

<998/998(100%) 582/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Dashmiri sings 'Hear the cries of the fallen!
Be haunted by their sighs;
A burden you must carry
When at last the fallen rise!'
Solison yells 'It's horrible...the big pointy teeth...the eyes...Noooooooo!'

<998/998(100%) 582/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Someone's mental assault STAGGERS Solison!
Someone's mental assault STAGGERS Solison!
Someone's mental assault STAGGERS Solison!
Solison suddenly stiffens, a look of pure terror on its face!
Someone's fearful touch FRIGHTENS Solison!
Acvilar's divine power scratches someone.
Acvilar's divine power scratches someone.
Solison's wrath scratches someone.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Acvilar closes his eyes with a look of concentration for a moment.
Acvilar disappears.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 
Solison has fled!
Solison leaves south.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 875/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> s
The Entrance to a Rocky Vale
 
[Exits: north east west]
A lone gray wolf lopes through the forest.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 869/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> where
People near you:
(PK) Kornuel                      The Entrance to a Rocky Vale
(PK) Dashmiri                     The Entrance to a Rocky Vale

<998/998(100%) 582/816 869/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> n
A Rocky Vale
 
[Exits: south west]
A tiny field mouse is sleeping here.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 863/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> s
The Entrance to a Rocky Vale
 
[Exits: north east west]
A lone gray wolf lopes through the forest.

<998/998(100%) 582/816 857/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> 'As I said
You say 'As I said'

<998/998(100%) 582/816 857/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> e
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]

<998/998(100%) 582/816 851/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> where
People near you:
(PK) Kornuel                      A Small Valley
(PK) Dashmiri                     A Small Valley

<998/998(100%) 582/816 851/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> e
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]

<998/998(100%) 582/816 845/875 24900 (5 PM) waxing tipsy> e
The clouds disappear.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 875/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> 
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]
A sleek, well-muscled wildcat is barely visible against the rocks.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 869/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
Beneath a Strange Bridge Spanning a Narrow Valley
 
[Exits: east west]

<998/998(100%) 601/816 863/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]
A lean, brown rabbit sits on his haunches, nibbling on something.
Perched on a rocky outcropping, this scraggly goat munches on tough grass.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 857/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
Dashmiri snickers softly.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 857/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> 
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]
A small yellow bird sits in a tree singing to the forest.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 851/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]

<998/998(100%) 601/816 845/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
Loose rock tumbles down to the valley floor with a clatter.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 845/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> 
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: south west]
A white-tailed hawk soars on the updrafts, looking for prey below.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 839/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> eAlas, you cannot go that way.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 839/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> s
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: north east]
(Red Aura) A small goblin in drab armor stands here, afraid to ask for directions.

<998/998(100%) 601/816 833/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
A Small Valley
 
[Exits: east west]

<998/998(100%) 601/816 827/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> e
Dashmiri tells the group 'Solison died quickly'

<998/998(100%) 601/816 827/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> 
The Entrance to a Small Valley
 
[Exits: east south west]

<998/998(100%) 601/816 821/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> s
A Crumbling Road
 
[Exits: north east south west]

<998/998(100%) 601/816 818/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> whois sol
[42 Storm Pal] Solison Roshai the Savior of the Fallen, Seeker of Clarity

<998/998(100%) 601/816 818/875 24900 (6 PM) waxing tipsy> gt Elf would survive
You tell your group 'Elf would survive'