For Your Perusal: Reruns

For Your Perusal: Reruns

One will find, in this location, brief snips of things that happened in the game, once upon a time. A brief glimpse of something bizarre, words of wisdom that went awry, or something else that just wenty screwy.
The "You" in these, except where noted, are me, Nevrek.
Enjoy, or don't.

Snapshots: In the GS3 Test Instance
A kewl Zanagan thrusts both palms toward Zanagan!
A kewl Zanagan hurls a freezing ball of pure cold at Zanagan!
..AS: +524 vs DS: +218 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +56 = +414
..... and hits for 180 points of damage!
..Icy blast deep freezes one perfectly good heart!
. * Zanagan drops dead at your feet!
The kewl Zanagan raises his arms overhead with a shout of exultation!
Bah!
You swing a vorpal deathblade at a big fat ugly dragon!
AS: +396 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +77 = +109
... and hit for 52 points of damage!
Quick feint to the ugly dragon's right foot.
Little extra damage.
The ugly dragon crashes to the ground, motionless.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
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A big fat ugly dragon soars in.
The ugly dragon eyes Methais appreciatively.
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You exclaim, "YEAH!"
>skin dragon
You cannot skin a big fat ugly dragon.
>search dragon
You search the ugly dragon. It had a green malachite stone on it! It had nothing else of value. The ugly dragon decays into a pile of feathers and fur.
<snicker>
Nytemare asks, "Berylla, available for a minor hand job?"
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Nytemare says, "that didn't come out right"
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Berylla grins.
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Berylla says, "um"
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Berylla coughs.
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Nytemare laughs!
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Berylla says, "sure but don't tell my husband"
Run, Mnar, Run!
Scene: Lake of Fear Ferry
Mnar must reach his fellow teammates to make the ferry to Ta'Vaalor.

Grhim [clear]: "Where is Mnar?" You [clear]: "Mnar to the ferry!" You [clear]: "Fast!" Mnar [clear]: "Have to help Nindy first" Nindy [clear]: "I'm here, too" You [clear]: "He's here!" You [clear]: "Gurry!" Nindy [clear]: "Run run!" You [clear]: "Hurry, too!" Grhim [clear]: "Ferry Mnar!" You [clear]: "Fairy Mnar!" Grhim [clear]: "faster!" You [clear]: "Hurry hurry!" You [clear]: "Don't think!" Grhim [clear]: "Mnar's a fairy, who is way to quick!" You [clear]: "Take our abuse and run!" An elven crewman raises the gangplank onto the boat. Nindy [clear]: "Rats." Grhim [clear]: "Quick Mnar!" You [clear]: "Hurry!" Mnar [clear]: "The lag is killing me" Grhim whispers to the group, "well don't tell him it left!" You [clear]: "Less think more run!" Grhim [clear]: "You can still make it!" Nindy asks, "Too late, no?" > Grhim says, "Don't tell him." > Grhim nods to Nindy. > "Cast off the bow line!" shouts the captain. You [clear]: "You can make it!" Grhim [clear]: "Mnar, it's about to leave!" Grhim [clear]: "You can make it Mnar!" The boat slowly pulls away from the dock. You [clear]: "All Aboard!" The boat gently rocks as it heads out across the lake. Mnar [clear]: "..." Mnar [clear]: "I will kill you all." You [clear]: "Ha ha ha!!" Grhim [clear]: "hehehe" Mnar [clear]: "later" You [clear]: "He left!"

Following Instructions Well

Mnar nods. > Mnar removes a sturdy fel trunk from in his Dhe'nari scout cloak. > You nod. Mnar drops a sturdy fel trunk. > You carefully begin to examine a sturdy fel trunk for traps... At first glance, the fel trunk appears to be covered with hundreds of tiny metal scales. Closer examination reveals the "scales" to be razor sharp at the edges and possessing of a downward-facing needlelike tip. However, you should be able to avoid cutting yourself if you are careful. It looks like a somewhat difficult trap (about -120). You still have a good enough picture of the trap in your mind, that you could try to disarm it. Roundtime: 7 sec. > Earthdiver says, "hrm" > You exclaim, "Ooo!" > Earthdiver just went out. > You exclaim, "Shrapnel!" > You remove a slim blackened alum lockpick from in your dark viperskin cloak. > You settle into the difficult task of picking the lock. You make a lame attempt (d100=28). You struggle with the trunk. As you do, you get a sense that the trunk has a tricky lock (-240 thief-lingo difficulty ranking). Then...CLICK! It opens! Roundtime: 10 sec. > You say, "Don't open it." > Mnar opens a sturdy fel trunk. Suddenly, a sturdy fel trunk gives off a loud sizzle, and explodes in a bright flash! Being closest, Mnar takes the brunt of the blast! ... 25 points of damage! Strong blow to abdomen! He is stunned! The trunk's casing is blasted into hundreds of tiny flechettes! Mnar is severely perforated! ... 30 points of damage! Great shot penetrates thigh and shatters bone! He is knocked to the ground! ... 15 points of damage! Beautiful head shot! That ear will be missed! ... 15 points of damage! Strike pierces gall bladder! That's gotta hurt! You are struck by flechettes! ... 25 points of damage! Elbow punctured, oh what pain! You are stunned for 3 rounds! Dozens of flechettes fly off to the east! > Krovax says, "ouch" > Krovax says, "smooth move" > Krovax gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid... Krovax gestures at Mnar. The glazed look leaves Mnar. > Krovax gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid... > Krovax gestures at you. You are no longer stunned. > Mnar mutters under his breath. > Mnar says, "I hate you." > Mnar nods to you. > Krovax chuckles. > (Nevrek pokes at his arm, hanging by a few threads.) > Mnar sits up. > You put a slim blackened alum lockpick in your dark viperskin cloak. > You say, "Right, then."

One of Those Kick-Ass Moments of Magnificent Timing
Alisaire: "Roa'ter on the lake."
You: "Then kill it."
[Private] Vartu: "Las' time I heard you say that the guy tried...and the worm got'em"
* Alisaire just bit the dust!
[Private] Vartu: "2 for 2..."
Kilthal: "Anyone with Alisaire?"
You: "Just Death, Kilthal."
Good Ol' Polto
Polto taps "a blackened,spidersilk,backpack".
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Polto grumbles.
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Polto taps "a blackened,spidersilk,backpack".
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Polto whimpers.
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Polto taps a deeply blackened krodera-clasped spidersilk backpack incised with a crescent moon.
Bad Times to be Disconnected
Dantrotic says, "I didn't realize you were unarmed." > You say, "You took me into combat carrying a hat." > Dantrotic says, "I saved your life." > You exclaim, "After you took me into combat carrying a hat!" > Dantrotic says, "I assumed it had a sharp edge on the brim."

Some Other Guy Sent This But I Forgot His Name
> You pretend to swallow the berry while secretly putting it into your satchel.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
Echoshade asks, "Nightshade berry?"
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You darkly say, "Good eats"
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Echoshade takes a bite of his nightshade berry.
Echoshade suddenly looks very ill.
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You darkly say, "You got a bad one"
Phixoliz [subdued]: "i think you should fire the Gypsy Fortunteller she's been begging around town!"
You [subdued]: "I like the place."
Jarenth [subdued]: "You mean stone."
You [subdued]: "The fortuneteller provides a service."
You [subdued]: "I think that service is questionable, but ..buyer beware."
Willorn [subdued]: "What service does the fortune teller provide that is useful?"
Syyan [subdued]: "That's disgusting Nevrek...she's almost 100 years old!"
Bits and Pieces of Voraviel (New Year's Eve, 2001)
[Ahhh! Lawn Gnomes!]
An enormous pile of various lawn gnomes rests here, and the room is quite cramped due to all the little buggers just laying about. Each one of them has some sort of cheesy grin on its face and a various gardening tool in its hand. You also see a jar of murky green pondwater, a striped grey garden slug, a glossy brown potato beetle, an angry lawn gnome, an angry lawn gnome and an angry lawn gnome who is lying down.
Also in the room: GameMaster Voraviel, Aranrhod, Saevolias, Weiq who is kneeling, Lord Tierus, Wontaro, Xatier, Lady Hypolyta
Obvious exits: south.
Voraviel cocks his urnon uzi.
An angry lawn gnome snatches up a half-eaten sandwich.
An angry lawn gnome eats some of its half-eaten sandwich.
Voraviel says, "It's fun to play with."
Voraviel loads a big swarm of locusts into his urnon uzi.
An angry lawn gnome says, "Tastes like chicken."
Voraviel takes aim at one of the gnomes.
An angry lawn gnome screams!
Voraviel fires a big swarm of locusts at an angry lawn gnome!
AS: +90030 vs DS: +20 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +78 = +90118
... and hits for 38293 points of damage!
Shot shatters hip and severs right leg!
An angry lawn gnome screams and falls to the ground grasping its mangled right leg.
The angry lawn gnome screams one last time and dies.
[The entire log is full of amusing things, but it is simply too massive to edit and put up on the site.]
Fudli the Gnome.
When the smoke dissipates, the symbol appears quite different, and Fudli quickly snatches it up.

> Fudli shrills, "Dis is what you wants?!"
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You see Fudli Dudli the Gnome.
He appears to be in his 100's, has lank, oily ebon hair, dark beady eyes, and filthy, soot-covered skin.
He has a long grey beard that nearly reaches his ankles.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a small pink emerald Luukos symbol adorned with pretty hearts and flowers and sporting a big fluffy bunny with cute little pink pearl eyes in his right hand and a knobby gnawed-on staff in his left hand.
He is wearing a raggedy and droopy conical hat, a pair of dusty patched leather breeches, a blue linen shirt covered with a multitude of oily stains, a pair of dirty boots, and a tattered blue cloak stitched with faded yellow stars.
Iahn laughs!
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Fudli raises his Luukos symbol skyward!
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You say, "Gods above."
Damn you, Starsnuffer!
Ohren: "whats going on?"
Ohren: "Why can't we talk?"
Ohren: "whatcha doin' in a voln courtyard?"
Ohren: "I'm going to get one too"
Ohren: "If they knew you were col, I dont think they'd give it to ye"
Ohren: "W/o a tip"
Ohren: "I'll cya at the graveyard"
You: "You really need to learn how to think TO people."
[Private] Starsnuffer: "hypocrite!"

Jumping Incredulously (I Love this one, personally.)

Gesund says, "I know how you feel" > Lynnsay weeps softly, quiet tears falling from her eyes. > Gesund says, "I know how I feel" > Gesund says, "I just think it still a bit early" > Lynnsay nods. > Lynnsay says, "fine" > Gesund sighs. > Lynnsay says, "I'll see you tomorrow" > Gesund asks, "You don't?" > Gesund gasps. > Gesund gazes up into the heavens. > Gesund says, "Talk to me..." > Lynnsay says, "whatever" > Gesund gasps. > Gesund says, "eck gad" > Lynnsay says, "you dont have to bother with me" > Gesund exclaims, "what the!" > Gesund gestures and utters a phrase of magic. > Gesund gestures. Gesund springs upright with amazing agility! > Gesund asks, "Are you serious?"

Grhim's Legacy

[Somewhere, Entrance] This is the entrance hall of the .... You also see a shimmering portal, a large blackboard and an ornate map. Also in the room: Krenaste who is seated Obvious exits: north, east, west. The acolytes briefly confer, and then award your arrival the following scores : 7.1 8.4 8.2 8.5 7.9 resulting in an average score of 8.06. One of the acolytes scribbles on the blackboard, recording this score for posterity. 8.14 ( 8.0 8.4 8.3 7.6 8.2 ) by Eladar the'Dark 8.10 ( 8.6 8.5 7.5 7.0 8.7 ) by Kimberr Lunas 8.06 ( 7.1 8.4 8.2 8.5 7.9 ) by Grhim reapman

Legs: the spider who traveled with Nevrek for years, before Boggles ate him. The uneaten portion of Legs was laid to rest within FrostAcres.
(Here I am showing off Legs to people on the porch, but he's sleepy and unsociable.)
A small opening in the egg appears and a tiny head sticks out exclaiming "Go away!" before it goes silent again.
(Come on, Legs, just come out and introduce yourself!)
Another opening appears in the egg and a tiny head sticks out, biting Nevrek's thumb! It exclaims, "Leave me alone!" before disappearing back inside.
Damn you, Starsnuffer! part II
You whisper quietly to Starsnuffer, "The world has apparently stopped rotating, and it has been Day for weeks now. No night."
Starsnuffer nods to you.
Starsnuffer whispers, "yes I have been keeping abreast of it"
You whisper quietly to Starsnuffer, "You keeping abreast sounds wrong."
Starsnuffer whispers, "I have three in my pocket right now"
You groan at Starsnuffer.
Starsnuffer stares off into space.
The First Time I Met Artuero
[Amphitheater]
The faint whisper of the wind through the tall modwir trees surrounding this natural atmosphere drowns out the noise from the festival shops nearby. The ground slopes toward a large flat rock near the center of the clearing, its surface cracked and scorched from numerous fires. Rows of logs set a fair distance back from the central stone provide ample and comfortable seating. You also see a hunk of moldy blue cheese, a golden ash leaf, some haphip root, some haphip root, some haphip root, some haphip root, a slice of raw eel aspic and a pile of burnt wood.
Also here: Artuero
Obvious paths: south.
You see Artuero Bresnahanini the Elf Thief.
He appears to be in his 80's, has short, straight dark brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a laen falchion in his right hand and a mighty shield in his left hand.
He is wearing some translucent eye-guards, a handsome cloak clasp, a hooded color-shifting cloak, some sturdy fighting leathers, a pair of rugged trousers, and some quicksilver boots.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
You say, "Hm."
Artuero says, "The cheese is here."
You say, "It is moldy."
Artuero nods.
Artuero waves.
Artuero just went south.
You say, "Eh.."
You say, "Vell."
think I think that was Artuero I just met.
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.

>think I couldn't get anyone I know here fast enough for a positive identification.
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Round time: 5 seconds.

>think I don't think it was him, though. He only said 'The cheese is here.'
Threats
Valthrae says, "I shall return in a moment..."
Lorminstra Represents - What happens when silly people say silly things about the Arkati.

A tinkling of keys is heard in the distance, as Morandas's golden symbol flares suddenly, bathing Nanna in a pure white light. Nanna chuckles. * Nanna just bit the dust! A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes Nanna! ... 25 points of damage! Horrifying electrical shock converts head into blood-stained glass. Death is a step up. * Nanna drops dead at your feet!

You: "I guess it's time to venture out of the city, and die a horrible limb-rending death."
You: "Thyrils!"
You: "I used to hunt those."
Mufasu: "thys here are weak"
Mufasu: "im not even 1 an im mashing em"
You: "I like weak thighs. Less work."
Lirion the Herald stops to offer his services in Ta'Illistim
An elven aristocrat strides over to a piece of litter and nudges it with the toe of his boot. He glances at Lirion and commands, "Pick that up! I'm sure you have nothing better to do."
In an Out of Character Forum...
> Motherpeace asks, "is the censor working here?" > Delyorik says, "It's really hard for me not to curse like a sailor, in any venue....I'm frustrated." > Motherpeace exclaims, "let's check!!!" > Motherpeace exclaims, "fuck!" > Darwar casts growled aspersions into mid-air. > Delyorik coughs. > Darwar growls something vile beneath his breath. > Maelani gawks at Motherpeace. > Motherpeace beams! > Uliq glances at Motherpeace. > Crimsana says, "I'm going tomorrow" > Crimsana nods. > Promotay gawks at Motherpeace. > Tashalin stares at Motherpeace. > Motherpeace cackles! > Jamus blinks at Motherpeace. > Daina laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement. > Uliq says, "Language." > Motherpeace exclaims, "'ack, i've been warned!" > Motherpeace chuckles. > Motherpeace exclaims, "censor is on!" > Uliq says, "Folks." Brioen shakes his head at Motherpeace and clucks his tongue. > Motherpeace snickers. > Motherpeace just disappeared.
Khaladon directs us on how to properly channel our vulgarity...
You hear the voice of Khaladon say, "Yell at your monitor"
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Augie says, "yell at your dog your cat, get a puppy dog"
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Augie says, "use the SWEAR verb"
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You hear the voice of Khaladon say, "I throw foam balls at mine"
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You say, "Heh. Yeah, throw your balls around."
Later on...
You see GameMaster Khaladon Loresaarat the Elf.
He appears to be in his 60's, has long, braided white hair, violet eyes, and tanned skin.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a bar of soap in his right hand.
He is wearing a large leather tool satchel, a parti-colored tabard, some gleaming elven chainmail, a wide black leather belt, some purple silk tights, some knee-high scuffed black leather boots, some gleaming silver-fluted gauntlets, a furry flea-bitten rolton, a spangled jester's cap, a leather sack, a gold star, an engraved silver ring, an intricately-tooled flute sheath, a sharpshooters medallion, a leather satchel, a dark crimson crystal key, and a large sack.
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Dyias says, "Don't drop what you're holding, Khaladon"
A cute little girl says, "No ones ever gonna stretch me out."
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A cute little girl shakes its head.
A cute little girl flexes her little muscles.
GM Smite's THE MAN!
Smite tips his head back and empties a bottle of vodka down his gullet!
On the Foehn's Promise - Consolation Cloaks
A man stops and looks at a cloak and whines, "Marnie! You paid 950,000 for a cloak like this on the amulet! And here it's going for 100..." He sighs and is dragged off by his eye-rolling wife.
You've Heard about them, now .. See them!
Pipershadow pulls some baggy orange pants with the left leg pulled up and bunched just below the knee over his legs.
Morandas, Drinking and Communion = Irritated Lorminstra
A faint, somewhat annoyed but gentle voice wafts through the air... "Communing whilst under the influence could be hazardous to your health, my child." A cool wind blows through the trees and fades away.

Contractual Obligations

(On forest green brigandine)
Grhim says, "I'll wear green armor when you wear a purple cloak."
(Acting on the Contract)
The dwarven clerk examines your item and dye and mutters, "I'm gonna make yer black stalking cloak inta a royal purple cloak, dat all right wit you? Confirm dat if ya will an' I fix it right up!"
(Obligation)
You say, "Ve had an agreement."
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Grhim exclaims, "Harrumph!"
(Services Rendered)
Grhim fades into visibility.
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You see Grhim reapman the Dark Elf.
He appears to be in his 70's, has long, straight silver hair, dark eyes, and pale skin.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing some jade green leather...
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Grhim stares off into space.
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You snicker.

Lyvonia Alters the Stone Eye Itself!
>look
[The Stone Eye, Meeting Hall]
This circular chamber contains a single bench which runs along the wall. No other seat is available, except the floor, in order that everyone may look into the eyes of every other person here. By design of the proprietor, this configuration is intended to force honesty, or at least acceptance of one's actions, upon those who discuss weighty matters. You also see the Muthra disk.
Also in the room: A Lot of People
Obvious exits: up.
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*** Lyvonia is hushing everyone. ***
>look
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The courtyard is hushed now. All in attendance are seated and paying attention to the speaker. No one fidgets, no coughs break the silence. Even the birds in the trees above seem quiet as you tiptoe to your seat.
Obvious exits : out
Sewers = Tres Chic
The amusing part of this is that the chick sashays EVERYWHERE. She's one of those people that reset her Numerical Macros so she'd be sashaying constantly. No sense of moderation. No sense of location. No sense.
[Abandoned Sewer]
The trickle of sludge begins to move a bit faster, as the slope steepens. The small pipes in the walls grow fewer, but no less filthy. You can feel a touch of moving air, perhaps a bit fresher than that which you've grown used to breathing. You also see a giant rat.
Obvious exits: east, west.
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Clyve just came sashaying in gracefully.
Blades Represents

[Whistler's Pass, Road] The road levels out briefly before continuing on. The grey cobblestones begin to create a more complicated pattern as the road travels up the hill. You also see the Blades disk, a shimmering fungus, some rusted double chain, a reinforced shield, a reinforced shield and some rusted double chain. Also here: Lady Titaniia, Lord Kerl, High Lord Blades, Setzier, Lady Eloia, Lady Vinael, Lord Hadiar, Desler, the body of Thunderbolt who is lying down Obvious paths: south, east. > Setzier gestures and utters a phrase of magic. > Blades glances at Setzier. Setzier gestures into the air. Setzier momentarily gets a faroff look in his eyes, and then returns to normal. > Blades glances at a shimmering fungus. > Blades exclaims, "twins!" > Setzier scowls at Blades.

Ouch - Nevrek pulls his groin dragging someone.
You: "I need an empath."
You: "What herb heals a pulled groin muscle?"
Shadowbud: "Your hand."
You: "I'm not going to eat my hand."
Femereff: "Um......."

You tighten your grip on your hilted skinning knife. > Grhim asks, "How is that...muscle?" > You place your hand on your black leather pants. > Naamit asks, "Are you going to cut something off inside there?" > Naamit peers quizzically at you. > You say, "Staggered all the vay from Varunar. Of course it's doing fine." > You grit your teeth. > Naamit says, "I'm sure it will help you walk more smoothely." > You say, "Didn't help you." > You grin at Naamit. > Naamit stares at you. > Naamit walks over and kicks you in the shin! > You furrow up your face and wince.

Lacks Understanding: ACT Abuse
Scene: Kobold Fortress
(Telum pulls the keystone twig from a corner in the expansive dark wood fortress, causing a chain reaction that sends the fortress and resident kobolds plummeting into the darkness of the hole.)
Shortly thereafter, he bowed a few times, and said "Thank you, Thank you."
It's important to take care of one's clothing.

>l cloak The spidersilk cloak is draped with faint threads of webbing that are clumped into scattered bundles. The cloak is clasped at the neck with a gold spider-shaped clasp. >'Hm. You say, "Hm." >clean cloak You clean the sticky strands of webbing from your spidersilk cloak. You pick a mummified dragonfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a dried cricket off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a dried butterfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a mummified butterfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a mummified dragonfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a mummified dragonfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a silk-wrapped mosquito off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a dried butterfly off of your spidersilk cloak and drop it. You pick a dried butterfly off of your spidersilk cloak. > Dimaire smiles. > Setzier blinks. >cough You cough. > Avarond chuckles. > Dovezkry blinks.

Yes, you WISH you were half the rogue Nevrek is!
An Icemule Deputy approaches the bars of the cell and waggles some keys. After spinning them around his finger a few times, he pops them into the lock and swings the door open. He reaches in and grabs you by the arm with an amazingly strong grip! Yanking you out of the cell, he doesn't even give your muscles time to uncramp before he hauls you off to the Constable's office!
The sheriff looks you up and down and scoffs, "Lemme tell you a little something about the way we run things here in Icemule Trace. Some folks git some idea 'bout a "jury of their peers" or some odd thing. Well, you can jest forget about that here. I'm the judge and the jury 'round this town, and I say one thing."
The sheriff shuffles through some papers on his desk, then looks up. "Nevrek stands before me accused of, theft, high crimes against the state, treason, disturbing the peace."
The sheriff slowly turns to you and says, "Not a bad find there, Deputy! I'm tempted to let him freeze up on the glacier, but then we'd have to thaw him back out later when his mother bailed him out. Guilty as charged then! For the crimes specified, the fine shall be 1252250 silver pieces. Your belongings, if any, will be held for an hour, until you come up with the silvers to pay off the fine. If, in that time, you are unable to pay the fine off, your belongings will be traded for mule fodder. You are now free to go. "
The Sheriff hikes up his belt and says, "Looks like we're 'bout done then." With a lopsided sway, he moseys out of the room.
You hear the sounds of a deputy holler from the next room to get back out there and get your belongings before he feeds em to one of the town mules.
**NOTE: You have one hour -REAL TIME- to pay your fine and retrieve your belongings or they will be sold off.**
Effing Moron
Lord Ahuramazda just arrived. > Ahuramazda signals, ":P" > Ahuramazda suddenly looks drained! stare ah >You stare at Ahuramazda. > Lord Ahuramazda just went north.

Mnar Goes Out in Style (or tries to... look at those spells!)
* Mnar just bit the dust!
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An Illoke mystic summons the wrath of his god as he gestures at Mnar!
A massive stone hand appears in the air before Mnar!
The great stone fist clamps around Mnar, crushing his body in a terrible grip!
... 35 points of damage!
Massive blow to temple drops Mnar in his tracks!
* Mnar drops dead at your feet!
The powerful look leaves Mnar.
Mnar appears somehow different.
Mnar returns to normal color.
Mnar seems to lose an aura of confidence.
The light blue glow leaves Mnar.
The air about Mnar stops shimmering.
Mnar is no longer moving so silently.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Mnar.
The deep blue glow leaves Mnar.
The dim aura fades from around Mnar.
The very powerful look leaves Mnar.
The white light leaves Mnar.
Mnar seems to lose some dexterity.
Mnar appears less powerful.
The bright luminescence fades from around Mnar.
A white glow rushes away from Mnar.
Mnar seems a bit less imposing.
Mnar seems to be in a different place than you remember.
Mnar seems to lose some internal strength.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Mnar.
Mnar comes back into focus.
The wall of force disappears from around Mnar.
An Illoke mystic looks weakened!
The Illoke mystic rumbles in triumph!
Another notable Death

* Merryleon just bit the dust! > Dewpri leaps from hiding to attack! Dewpri swings a sharpened spoon at Merryleon! AS: +283 vs DS: +175 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +33 = +166 ... and hits for 63 points of damage! Incredible strike pierces heart and runs Merryleon clean through! * Merryleon drops dead at your feet!

The town guard looks around carefully then quickly shifts around, adjusting his undergarments.

More to come...