>go port
[Gryphon Holding, Barbican] (18057008)
Dark grey stone blocks arch overhead in a barrel vault that supports the tower above, and brass lanterns hang high in the corners, glowing in warm invitation. The stone floor is barely visible beneath a thick layer of heavily tamped sawdust and sand. A narrow passage continues northward through an arch leading toward a verdant bailey. You also see a portcullis and a large trapdoor.
Obvious exits: none
>go arch
[Gryphon Holding, Open Courtyard] (18057009)
Designed to be used for training, the courtyard is ringed with several devices for improving combat skills. In the center is an arena of sand for practicing skills against opponents. A set of racks rests against the south wall, storing several items of weaponry and armor. Near the western wall, a wide stone staircase leads up to the door, giving entrance to the tower. A selection of refreshments wait on a nearby table. You also see a large iron bound chest, a gate and an arch.
Obvious exits: none
>go door
[Gryphon Holding, First Floor] (18057010)
Unadorned stone walls and narrow windows leave this room rather stark and austere. A fireplace fills most of the north wall, and the large table and benches that stand in the center of the room appear to be polished and new. Against the south wall, two rearing ivory gryphons hold between them an ebony and crimson dart board with silver numerals. You also see a newel staircase, a basket of sticks and a massive oak door.
Obvious exits: none
>go stair
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Mourdeyan smiles.
>'hail!
You quietly exclaim, "Hail!"
>You hear the General thoughts of Guarrin echo in your mind:
Guarrin thinks, "General if you are in need of an escort to the Holding tonight for Tales of chivalry, Sir Cryheart will be outside the North Gate."

Mourdeyan bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>warsalute bow guarrin
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Guarrin.
>
Mourdeyan says, "Evening Sir."
>
Guarrin turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
>warsaulte chivalrous mourdeyan
You hear the General thoughts of Gutstorm echo in your mind:
Directed drunkenly to Cryheart, Gutstorm thinks, "When am done wit me Cult Gatherin, me am mosey on over to ye."
>
Please rephrase that command.
>warsalute chivalrous mourdeyan
You face Mourdeyan and crisply render a chivalrous salute.
>You hear the General thoughts of Alosaka echo in your mind:
Alosaka asks, "That sounds fun! When will it be?"
hug regwen
You hug Regwen, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>You hear the General thoughts of Cryheart echo in your mind:
Cryheart thinks, "About 15 minutes."

Regwen hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>You hear the General thoughts of Guarrin echo in your mind:
Guarrin thinks, "It is at the top of the hour. You may enjoy it, Alosaka."

Speaking to you, Regwen says, "Good evening."
>
Mourdeyan folds her hands behind her back.
>smile
You smile.
>
Mourdeyan smiles.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| On Monday, January 27, at 8:30pm, join Siduine in the Seamist Hall in Solhaven for an evening of body art. She will happily tattoo folks that she spins for, and her spinner will be clean. Come prepared, and be sure to read everything at the GS Calendar entry for this merchant: https://bit.ly/45cXywb .
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Palcron echo in your mind:
Selling: covert arts training - any skill up to the fifth lesson - 3.5m or 3.5k BS /week.

The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
The fire crackles and the flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Aellis echo in your mind:
Anyone interested in an opal studded coal black dress before Kilron takes it?

Guarrin's eyes take on a glassy look as he appears to fall into a vivid daydream.
>
Lady Akenna just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Akenna nods in greeting.
>
Guarrin suddenly blinks and wakes up from his daydream.
Guarrin turns toward Akenna and renders a sharp hand salute.
>greet akenna
You nod curtly to Akenna.
>
Akenna turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Guarrin's eyes take on a glassy look as he appears to fall into a vivid daydream.
>
Roelaren just arrived.
>
Regwen waves to Akenna.
>
Akenna says, "Good evening everyone."
>
Regwen hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>hug roelaren
Roelaren hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
You hug Roelaren, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Akenna waves to Regwen.
>
Roelaren hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>
Roelaren just opened a radiant white leather sheath trimmed with mithril.
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.
>
Akenna pours herself a glass of Chastonia claret.
>
Akenna takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|SUNDAY| #TODAY in Elanthia: |Until Sundown: Wisteria Markets-ILLI| ** |Noon: Maleise GALD (Premium)-FWI| ** |Noon: Brunch-RR| ** |2pm: Formal Court Session-TV| ** |3pm: Detailed Work with Myrinai (Premium)-FWI| ** |~8:20pm: Premium Trove Draws for Sorcerer's Grasp of the Grave Customization-FWI| ** |9pm: Tales of Chivalry-WL| ** |9pm: Fabric of Our Lifes-CYS| (All Times Eastern) .

Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Roelaren.
>
Roelaren smiles at Mourdeyan.
>
Mourdeyan nods curtly to Akenna.
>
Akenna nods to Mourdeyan in greeting.
>
Mourdeyan says, "Evening."
>
Akenna smiles.
>
Mourdeyan smiles.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zaaldine echo in your mind:
Looking for a cheap monk tat recharge.

Roelaren nods to Guarrin in greeting.
>
Akenna says, "Good evening."
>
Roelaren smiles at Akenna.
>
Akenna smiles at Roelaren.
>
Roelaren whispers, "How was your dinner."
>
The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.
>
Guarrin suddenly blinks and wakes up from his daydream.
Guarrin turns toward Roelaren and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Speaking to Roelaren, Guarrin says, "Good to see you."
>
Speaking to Roelaren, Regwen says, "Aye, very good to see ye."
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Roelaren says, "Good to be able to be back."
>
Alosaka just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Alosaka smiles.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Swampwort echo in your mind:
Isn't tattoo recharge a pretty standard rate? I don't think I'd pick a client who was looking for it "cheap".

Guarrin turns toward Alosaka and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Akenna nods to Alosaka in greeting.
>
Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Alosaka.
>
Speaking to Regwen, Roelaren says, "Thank ye hun."
>
Regwen nods to Alosaka in greeting.
>
* Aleko has gone to feed the fishes!
>You hear the Allgryphons thoughts of Guarrin echo in your mind:
Guarrin exclaims, "Tales of chivalry begins at the top of the hour!"

Alosaka beams happily at Akenna!
>
Alosaka nods respectfully at Guarrin.
>
Akenna smiles at Alosaka.
>
Alosaka says, "Friends, good evening."
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Roelaren says, "Thank ye."
>
Akenna says, "Good evening."
>whisper roelaren Great, my brother brought the kids, and we tried to play our high school instruments, with some success
You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "Great, my brother brought the kids, and we tried to play our high school instruments, with some success."
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Guarrin greets, "Saka, good evening."
>
Evia just arrived.
>
Mourdeyan grins.
>
Mourdeyan and Evia bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Regwen gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.
>
Guarrin gives Evia a friendly hug.
>greet alosaka
You smile and nod to Alosaka in greeting.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Surl echo in your mind:
Any elder sorcers out there available for a T-3 on a 640 difficulty item?

Roelaren whispers, "That is awesome I am so happy ye are there with your family."
>
Mourdeyan says, "Evenin Dame Evia."
>
Evia gives Guarrin a friendly hug.
>
Evia hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Speaking to Evia, Guarrin greets, "Dame. Good to see you."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zaaldine echo in your mind:
I see em between 1-2m mostly. seen some folks try for 3, but I'm sure most don't sell at all. if somebody has rotting juice they can sell to me. otherwise I don't really care.

Evia gives Mourdeyan a friendly hug.
>
Evia smiles and nods in greeting to Alosaka.
>warsalute chivalrous evia
You face Evia and crisply render a chivalrous salute.
>
Guarrin ponders.
>
Mourdeyan gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Evia hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Lord Kothos just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Guarrin removes a thanot twig-woven basket lined in hunter tartan from in his shagreen hiking pack.
>
Evia nods curtly to Akenna.
>
Placing the basket on the ground, Guarrin gives it a little prod and then stands back. Over the course of several minutes, the basket transforms into a cloth-covered table laid with a spread of food. Once done, he places the basket under the table.
>
Roelaren gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Mourdeyan grins.
>greet kothos
You smile and nod to Kothos in greeting.
>
Evia bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>
Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Alosaka.
>
Kothos says, "Good evening, Gryphons, Sirs, Dame."
>
Kothos bows to Guarrin.
>
Guarrin turns toward Kothos and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Evia removes a large white wicker basket from in her fur-trimmed cloak.
>
Kothos bows to Evia.
>
Mourdeyan says, "Evenin Kothos."
>
Kothos bows to you.
>
Roelaren smiles at Kothos.
>
Speaking to Kothos, Akenna says, "Good evening, Kothos."
>
Evia says, "Remembered for once."
>
Regwen waves to Kothos.
>
Speaking pleasantly to Kothos, Guarrin greets, "Squire."
>
Kothos smiles at Roelaren.
>
Placing the basket on the ground, Evia gives it a little prod and then stands back. Over the course of several minutes, the basket transforms into a cloth-covered table laid with a spread of food. Once done, she places the basket under the table.
>
Kothos smiles at Mourdeyan.
>
Kothos kisses Mourdeyan tenderly on the cheek.
>
Murharzarm just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting.
>
Kothos smiles at Murharzarm.
>
Evia smiles and nods in greeting to Kothos.
>
Mourdeyan blinks.
>
Mourdeyan smiles.
>
Kothos kisses Akenna tenderly on the cheek.
>
Evia nods curtly to Murharzarm.
>
Roelaren smiles at Mourdeyan.
>
Kothos smiles at Akenna.
>
Akenna kisses Kothos tenderly on the cheek.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>You hear the General thoughts of Cryheart echo in your mind:
Cryheart thinks, "I am with a group heading to the Holding in a few minutes for the Tales of Chivarly. Am just outside the north gate."

The fire goes quietly out. Small sounds come from the remaining bits of wood as they begin to cool off. A last wisp of smoke rises to signal surrender to the forces of nature.
>
Evia breaks a stick into pieces and tosses them into the fireplace.
>
Grand Lady Cinabar just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>
Evia takes some wooden sticks and places them in the fireplace. Using two of the smaller pieces, she rubs them until a tiny flame bursts out. Placing the burning twigs among the prepared wood, she blows gently on them until the flames spread and grow.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Mourdeyan smiles at Roelaren.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>You hear the General thoughts of Guarrin echo in your mind:
Guarrin thinks, "Sir Cryheart is outside the North gates if you wish to join us for Tales of Chivalry. We begin at the top of the hour."

Speaking quietly to Akenna, Kothos says, "It's always good to see you, my friend."
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Regwen waves to Murharzarm.
>
Evia just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>

Evia takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Roelaren.
>
Kothos smiles at Regwen.
>
Guarrin turns toward Cinabar and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Kothos bows to Cinabar.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Murharzarm with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Evia and Cinabar bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Cinabar beams happily at Guarrin!
>
Speaking to Murharzarm, Guarrin says, "Welcome to the Holding."
>
Speaking to Kothos, Akenna replies, "It is mutual, how have you been?"
>greet cinabar
You bash forearms with Cinabar in greeting.
>
Cinabar heartily says, "Greeings everyone."
>
Regwen waves to Cinabar.
>
Speaking to Murharzarm, Guarrin says, "There are refreshments on several of the tables. Please help yourself."
>
Speaking to Akenna, Kothos says, "Quite well. I am happy. And you? I have been worried for you."
>
Kothos gently rests his hand on Akenna's shoulder.
>look on table
On the oak table:
Food/Drink [24]: a flame-roasted ear of corn, some buttery garlic roasted asparagus, a fragrant buttered yeast wheat roll, a wine-sauced filet of beef, some hazelnut stuffed roast goose, a coffee meringue cookie swirled with dark chocolate, a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne, a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine, a wedge of cocoa shortbread, a creamy leek soup riddled with potato dumplings, an herb-riddled sausage and apple stuffing, a nut-coated caramel apple, a glass mug of mulled red wine, a wide mouth clay jug, a seasoned breast of turkey, a slice of succulent roast boar, some honey-glazed roast duckling, some sage smoked salmon, a roasted chicken, a lightly buttered yam, a mug of amaretto-laced coffee, some fragrant jasmine tea, a piece of warm apple pie, a piece of spiced pumpkin pie
Total items: 24
>
Mourdeyan's sentient potato hums a war song, fit for a decisive battle!
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| On January 16, Shaniya Thraine met with her trainer for a final time while on Starkitty's ship in the Nations. She has been adventuring on and off for 20 years. Her words of advice are, "Be kind to the new folks and help all ye can. Someday they will pay it forward." Congratulations Shaniya! Be sure to CHECK your mail! https://www.instagram.com/gemstoneivnews/p/DFByW6XyUy4/ .

Roelaren pours herself a mug of amaretto-laced coffee.
>get stout on table
Get what?
>
Evia twists her head slightly, cracking her neck. She looks relieved.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sairai echo in your mind:
Sairai thinks, "If i remember correctly from long ago cryheart is the example of chivalry."

Speaking to Kothos, Akenna says, "I've been all right, I've been studying more and that's kept me busy."
>You hear the General thoughts of Kothos echo in your mind:
Kothos thinks, "Absolutely agreed, Sairai."

Kothos rubs Akenna gently.
>
Gazing into the flames, your mind wanders. You relive old adventures and battles and plan greater triumphs yet to be. It is pleasant to sit here and dream by the fire. Perhaps you will conquer the world tomorrow, or another day. There is always a tomorrow. But for now, the fire lulls you warmly.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zaaldine echo in your mind:
Honestly if I could just take the money I've spent on tats and get it back, I'd do that deal in a heartbeat and forget I ever had one lol. as it is.. I see it sitting empty and am tempted to recharge it.. just not that tempted.

Roelaren takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Speaking in Elven, Murharzarm says something you don't understand.
>
Mourdeyan and Cinabar bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Murharzarm coughs.
>
Murharzarm says, "My thanks."
>
Speaking quietly to Akenna, Kothos says, "If you ever need a moment to talk, I am here for you."
>
Evia pours herself a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
>
Roelaren smiles at Murharzarm.
>
Evia sniffs at her plum-colored wine.
>get tea
You pour yourself some fragrant jasmine tea.
>
Evia babbles something unintelligible.
>
Speaking warmly to Kothos, Akenna says, "I appreciate that."
>
Murharzarm says, "I went to the court today so I think I was getting used to speaking in Elven."
>
Akenna smiles at Kothos.
>
Kothos smiles at Akenna.
>
Roelaren agrees with Murharzarm.
>
Kothos pours himself a glass mug of mulled red wine.
>
Guarrin nods understandingly at Murharzarm.
>
Kothos sniffs at his mulled red wine.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The clean, crisp scent of jasmine wafts from the cup, the exquisite fragrance enhancing the delicate taste of the tea.
You have 4 quaffs left.
>
Squire Delindra just climbed a newel staircase.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Delindra put a gnarled black ko'nag runestaff in her quartz-adorned yoke.
>
Kothos grins at Delindra.
>
The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
Delindra joins Guarrin's group.
>
Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Delindra.
>
Kothos leans forward.
>
Delindra smiles.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nitos echo in your mind:
Selling fixskills, 3.75m; fistats, 15m.

Delindra gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Kothos joins Guarrin's group.
>
Delindra nods to Mourdeyan in greeting.
>
Akenna joins Guarrin's group.
>
Dame Evia just went down a newel staircase.
>
Kothos gives Delindra a lingering kiss on the wrist.
>
Roelaren joins Guarrin's group.
>bow delindra
Murharzarm joins Guarrin's group.
>
You bow to Delindra.
>
Dame Evia just climbed a newel staircase.
>look delindra
Alosaka joins Guarrin's group.
>
You see Squire Delindra Talissen the Initiate of Cholen.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
She is tall and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be young and untried. She has silver-flecked periwinkle blue eyes and rose-blushed, milky white skin. She has waist length, ringleted platinum hair held in a high twist with a pale golden merrywood barrette dangling multi-colored wyrdshard droplets spilling face-faming spiral tendrils. She has an angular face, a crooked nose and long, slender legs. Her chin bears a small dimple. An unusual image of butterfly wings is superimposed on her irises.
Miniature music notes spiral outward from her before fading away.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a smooth laje diadem centered with a trilliant-cut blue sapphire, an elesine-threaded silk robe interlaced with iridescent crimson spidersilk, some pyrite and amethyst prayerbeads bearing a lute-shaped merrywood pendant, a gold-trimmed red silk stole draped from shoulder to hip, a fluid crimson wyrsilk gown hemmed in gradient burnished gold, several stacks of golden note-etched armlets bound across the arms, and a pair of gilt-brushed brocade slippers beaded with gold-scaled rubies.
>
Mourdeyan joins Guarrin's group.
>
Evia smiles and nods in greeting to Delindra.
>
Kothos smiles at Alosaka.
>
Alosaka grins at Kothos.
>
Kothos kisses Alosaka on the cheek.
>
Evia joins Guarrin's group.
>group open
Your group status is already open.
>
Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.
>
Mourdeyan nods.
>
Regwen joins Guarrin's group.
>
Akenna walks over to the chair and settles down.
>
Akenna takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
Geijon just arrived.
>
Geijon turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.
>warsalute bow geijon
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Geijon.
>
Geijon hugs Evia, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Kothos bows to Geijon.
>
Geijon turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
>
Geijon waves to Akenna.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Guarrin turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Geijon says, "Eyo all."
>
Akenna waves to Geijon.
>
Geijon nods at Kothos.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Geijon's neck.
>
Geijon gives Evia a warm buss on the lips.
>
Geijon bows to Cinabar.
>
Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
>
Geijon waves to Delindra.
>
Guarrin greets, "Sir. Good to see you."
>
Speaking to Geijon, Akenna says, "Good evening, Sir."
>
Geijon waves to Mourdeyan.
>
Regwen waves to Geijon.
>
Bathcwyn Missoni's group flounces up a newel staircase amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.
>
Geijon waves to Regwen.
>
Mourdeyan turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Roelaren smiles eg
>
Geijon bows to Roelaren.
>
Roelaren smiles at Regwen.
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting.
>
Khazaann just arrived.
>
Missoni smiles.
>
Evia hugs Perigourd.
>
Kothos gives Missoni a lingering kiss on the hand.
>
Roelaren smiles at Geijon.
>
Alosaka just climbed up a wooden ladder.
>
Evia hugs Missoni.
>
Kothos smiles at Perigourd.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Perigourd says, "Fair eve all."
>
Roelaren curtsies to Geijon.
>
Geijon nods at Guarrin.
>
Mourdeyan grins.
>
Missoni cheerfully greets, "Fair eve."
>
Perigourd gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Guarrin turns toward Missoni and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Mourdeyan and Perigourd bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Missoni gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Guarrin turns toward Perigourd and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Alosaka just climbed down a wooden ladder.
>
Evia hugs Khazaann.
>
Alosaka joins Guarrin's group.
>
Perigourd turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Casting a gaze around the area, Missoni raises a bony hand to offer a wave of recognition. A few flecks of glitter haphazardly scatter from her extended arm.
>
Murharzarm says, "Good evening."
>
Khazaann joins Guarrin's group.
>
Missoni waves at the web-draped Missoni disk in a dismissing gesture.
The web-draped Missoni disk disintegrates.
>warsalute chivalrous peri
You need to have an empty right hand or a weapon for this salute.
>swap
You swap your jasmine tea from your right to your left hand.
>
Geijon waves to Perigourd.
>warsalute chivalrous peri
You face Perigourd and crisply render a chivalrous salute.
>
Roelaren hugs Khazaann, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Perigourd turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Geijon waves to Khazaann.
>greet khaz
You bash forearms with Khazaann in greeting.
>
Roelaren smiles at Khazaann.
>
Mourdeyan nods curtly to Missoni.
>
Geijon waves to Missoni.
>look
Mourdeyan babbles something unintelligible.
>
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Sir Geijon, Dame Evia, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Lord Kothos, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Missoni smiles at Mourdeyan.
>
Missoni nods to Geijon in greeting.
>
Mourdeyan gives Missoni a friendly hug.
>bow murha
You bow to Murharzarm.
>
Lord Kothos just went down a newel staircase.
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Bernadette just strode along a newel staircase.
>
Bernadette bows.
>
Roelaren gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
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Lord Kothos just climbed a newel staircase.
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Bernadette hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Roelaren smiles at Bernadette.
>
Kothos joins Guarrin's group.
>
Missoni gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Kothos bows to Bernadette.
>
Bernadette softly says, "Hey all."
>
Regwen gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
>hug bern
You give Bernadette a friendly hug.
>
Bernadette hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Speaking to Bernadette, Roelaren says, "Good to see ye hun."
>
Bernadette hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>
Regwen hugs Missoni.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Lord Kothos, Bernadette, Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Sir Geijon, Dame Evia, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Guarrin turns toward Bernadette and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Missoni hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
The golden corona surrounding Evia's acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
>
Regwen waves to Delindra.
>
Bernadette softly says, "An ye LP."
>
Regwen waves to Perigourd.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Bernadette bows to Perigourd.
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Regwen hugs Khazaann.
>
Roelaren smiles at Bernadette.
>
Bernadette gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Bernadette and Khazaann bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Guarrin says, "Please let me know if you are planning on sharing a tale of chivalry tonight."
>
Evia gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
>
Khazaann hugs Regwen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Evia smiles.
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin at Mourdeyan.
>
Bernadette bows to Missoni.
>
Bernadette turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Perigourd bows to Bernadette.
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Bernadette.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Kothos says, "I have voiced some invitations, at the least."
>
Bernadette turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Bernadette bows to Cinabar.
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Missoni put some waxy translucent chalk in her alligator skin case.
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Guarrin nods appreciatively at Kothos.
>
Evia helps herself to a seasoned breast of turkey.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sirona echo in your mind:
Sirona thinks, "Quick come join us putside the North Gate of the Landing. Join Cryheart for transport to the Tales of Chivalry in honor of Drung and Elbromo."

Bernadette bows to Kothos.
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The fire dies down a bit until it finds some fresh wood to burn. The flames dance higher as they feast.
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Bernadette bows to Alosaka.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
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Speaking to Guarrin, Kothos says, "I invited the attendees and dignitaries at the Ta'Vaalor court today."
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Bernadette bows to Delindra.
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Guarrin raises an eyebrow in Kothos's direction.
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Evia sniffs at her breast of turkey.
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Bernadette bows to Cinabar.
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Delindra's spirits are no longer lifted.
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The air stops shimmering around Delindra.
>
Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Delindra curtsies to Bernadette.
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Murharzarm says, "I would have darkened the Order's door either way."
>
Bernadette gives Mourdeyan a friendly hug.
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Mourdeyan glances at Evia.
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Bernadette joins Guarrin's group.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Kothos says, "I do not know who would have the time to attend, but I thought there might be some story fans, there."
>
Kothos smiles.
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Mourdeyan gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
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The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Mourdeyan smiles.
>
Speaking to Kothos, Guarrin says, "If we are expecting King Qalinor, I imagine we will need to update our tapestries."
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Bernadette folds her hands behind her back.
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Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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Roelaren helps herself to a piece of warm apple pie.
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Evia leans on Mourdeyan, giving her a companionable grin.
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Missoni flashes a quick grin at Guarrin.
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Dame Deavon just climbed down a wooden ladder.
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Missoni nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
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Bernadette bows to Deavon.
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Deavon joins Guarrin's group.
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Mourdeyan chuckles.
>
Bernadette gives Deavon a friendly hug.
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Missoni amusedly says, "I am not sure he would judge the tapestries."
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Speaking quietly to Guarrin, Kothos says, "He seemed a most reasonable individual, for all the power he holds."
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Deavon says, "Good evening."
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Geijon turns toward Bernadette and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Speaking to Guarrin, Perigourd says, "Offer him whiskey and tobacco and he'll be fine."
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Perigourd nods at Guarrin.
>whisper guarrin if time allows, I can fill in a tale or twa
Kothos bows to Deavon.
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You quietly whisper to Guarrin, "If time allows, I can fill in a tale or twa."
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Mourdeyan smiles.
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Deavon smiles at Kothos.
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Speaking to Guarrin, Kothos says, "The mulled wine, perhaps."
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Roelaren takes a bite of her warm apple pie.
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Evia gives Deavon a friendly hug.
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Mourdeyan and Deavon bash their forearms in greeting.
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Missoni waves to Deavon.
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Guarrin nods to you.
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Perigourd bows to Deavon.
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Kothos ponders.
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Mourdeyan says, "Evening Dame Deavon."
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Cinabar and Deavon bash their forearms in greeting.
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Roelaren nods to Deavon in greeting.
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Deavon gives Evia a friendly hug.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
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Deavon gives Mourdeyan a friendly hug.
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Evia walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Speaking to Kothos, Murharzarm says, "It feels hard to tell with leaders like that. Outward appearances are often extremely schooled out of nessecity."
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Khazaann glances at a fragrant buttered yeast wheat roll on a rough oak table as if it really needs a hug.
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Mourdeyan gives Deavon a friendly hug.
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Khazaann hugs Roelaren, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
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Geijon says, "Moment."
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Sir Geijon just went down a newel staircase.
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Deavon smiles con
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Speaking to Murharzarm, Perigourd says, "King Qalinor seems very much in touch with the common soldier."
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Deavon mutters under her breath.
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Roelaren pours herself a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
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Deavon smiles at Cinabar.
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A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Perigourd's leather kit.
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Kothos folds his hands behind his back.
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Cinabar helps herself to a coffee meringue cookie swirled with dark chocolate.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her plum-colored wine.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +10 + d100: +63 - +10 == +63
Warded off!
>
Peatwyn just climbed a newel staircase.
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Swirls of mana encircling Peatwyn slowly dissipate, releasing him from their protection.
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Cinabar smiles.
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Evia mumbles something under her breath.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her plum-colored wine.
CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +10 + d100: +46 - +10 == +46
Warded off!
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Mourdeyan grins.
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Guarrin nods understandingly at Kothos.
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Speaking lightly to Perigourd, Missoni says, "Too in touch, perhaps, if one were to ask the Lord Legionnaire Commander."
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Peatwyn waves.
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Mourdeyan smiles and nods in greeting to Peatwyn.
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The powerful look leaves Perigourd.
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Perigourd chuckles.
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Cinabar takes a bite of her coffee cookie.
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Peatwyn slings a dark ruic heavy crossbow webbed in filamentous mycelium over his shoulder. A trail of olivine particles quickly disperses.
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Kothos nods once at Guarrin.
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Deavon says, "Bad wine."
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Cinabar takes a bite of her coffee cookie.
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Peatwyn slowly empties his lungs.
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Sir Cryheart's group strides in up a newel staircase with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, misty green owl feather that twirls in his wake.
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Roelaren drops a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
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Kothos smiles at Peatwyn.
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Guarrin turns toward Peatwyn and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Using fancy fingering, Morandas embellishes heavily on a simple theme.
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A battered antique faewood crate trudges up to Ardwen on its wooden legs.
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Roelaren nods.
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Meglorna put a flame-etched faewood runestaff encrusted with large rubies in her leather sheath.
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A look of concentration briefly passes across Missoni's face.
The brilliant, rapidly shifting aura around Missoni shimmers and bursts in a bright flash!
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Kothos waves to Peatwyn.
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Cryheart says, "Good evening all."
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Gutstorm wiggles his eyebrows at Roelaren.
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Sir Geijon just climbed a newel staircase.
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Kothos smiles at Meglorna.
>You hear the General thoughts of Muiritz echo in your mind:
Muiritz thinks, "Evening All."

Atreuss turns to Peatwyn and cheers!
>action glances at Lady Roelaren with concern
(Balantine glances at Lady Roelaren with concern.)
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Geijon joins Guarrin's group.
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Mourdeyan pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Speaking cordially to Peatwyn, Guarrin greets, "Squire."
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Missoni smiles.
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Cryheart and Geijon bash their forearms in greeting.
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Peatwyn walks toward Missoni.
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Kothos grins at Gutstorm.
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Evia nods curtly to Gutstorm.
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Geijon waves to Peatwyn.
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Sirona smiles.
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Raelee glances around the room.
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Roelaren smiles at Gutstorm.
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Oxhammer says, "Evening all."
>You hear the General thoughts of Perigourd echo in your mind:
Directed to Muiritz, Perigourd thinks, "Fair eve."

Geijon waves to Kippe.
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Kothos smiles at Raelee.
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Missoni cheerfully greets, "Friends."
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Meglorna waves at the Meglorna disk in a dismissing gesture.
The Meglorna disk disintegrates.
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Ardwen tries to pinch Evia, but she grabs his hand just in time and pinches Ardwen instead!
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Tebon says, "Hail, Gryphons."
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Sirona casually observes her surroundings.
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
Mourdeyan looks rather relaxed.
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Evia smiles and nods in greeting to Peatwyn.
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Kothos waves to Oxhammer.
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Oxhammer turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp salute with his full bent briar pipe.
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Peatwyn smiles warmly at Guarrin.
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Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
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Peatwyn waves.
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Ardwen pinches Missoni!
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Missoni's face lights up with joy for Peatwyn.
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Kippe waves to Geijon.
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Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
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Geijon turns toward Tebon and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Peatwyn waves to Evia.
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Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
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Roelaren gives Tebon a friendly hug.
>
Geijon bows to Riend.
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Missoni lets out a yelp!
>say ::roelaren ye drinking bad wine it seems
Speaking quietly to Roelaren, you say, "Ye drinking bad wine it seems."
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Meglorna waves.
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Alosaka smiles.
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Geijon waves to Cosannie.
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Oxhammer bows to Kothos.
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Mourdeyan tucks a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider into a weathered black leather pocket inside of her dark fox fur coat.
>
Tebon turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
>

Cryheart takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
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Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
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Geijon smiles and nods in greeting to Morandas.
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Roelaren smiles at Tebon.
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Kothos smiles at Sirona.
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Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
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Evia and Eldryl bash their forearms in greeting.
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Meglorna grins.
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Missoni shakes her head at Ardwen and clucks her tongue.
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Geijon grins.
>

Cryheart takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
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Tebon hugs Roelaren, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
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Geijon bows to Raelee.
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Evia nods to Atreuss in greeting.
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Oxhammer turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp salute with his full bent briar pipe.
>
Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>
Riend smiles at Geijon.
>
Morandas coaxes rich notes from his lute with a showy variant on the common strum.
>

Cryheart takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
>
Mourdeyan and Oxhammer bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Riend inclines her head.
>
Evia nods to Kippe in greeting.
>
Ardwen bows to Deavon.
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Cryheart gives Evia a friendly hug.
>
Morandas says, "May Lorminstra bless this occasion."
>
Raelee states, "Greetings."
>warsalute bow tebon
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Tebon.
>
Mourdeyan says, "Lo Ox."
>
Deavon helps herself to a coffee meringue cookie swirled with dark chocolate.
>look
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives a subtle wave.
>
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a battered antique faewood crate, the repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs, a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Sir Geijon, Lord Eldryl, Atreuss, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen, Lady Meglorna, The Infamous Gutstorm, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer, Sirona, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Riend, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Peatwyn, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos, Bernadette, Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Kothos grins at Riend.
>
Peatwyn performs a bow characteristic of the Rosengift Bloodline.
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Evia and Ardwen bash their forearms in greeting.
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Gutstorm grunts at Evia in greeting.
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A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her neck.
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Guarrin cordially greets, "Welcome to the Holding, everyone. It is good to see you all."
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Kippe smiles at Evia.
>warsalute bow cryheart
Khazaann and Oxhammer bash their forearms in greeting.
>
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Cryheart.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Oxhammer pokes Mourdeyan in the ribs.
>
Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>
Roelaren nods to you.
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Smoke rises into the air above you. As you glance up the cloud of smoke seems to take on the ghostlike shape of a great winged beast before dissipating into the air.
>
Evia smiles and nods in greeting to Meglorna.
>
Cryheart just grabbed a wooden stick from the sticks.
>
Atreuss greets, "Evenin."
>
A portly sanguine will-o'-wisp impishly flits out from inside Gutstorm's black acorn amulet, hovering around the Paradis moonshine in his right hand and retreats back inside the amulet.
>
Roelaren hugs Cosannie.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a battered antique faewood crate, the repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs, a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Sir Geijon, Lord Eldryl, Atreuss, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen, Lady Meglorna, The Infamous Gutstorm, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer, Sirona, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Riend, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Peatwyn, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos, Bernadette, Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Cosannie hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
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Kothos waves to Khazaann.
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Sirona hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace, and you detect the faint scent of crisp cleanliness around her.
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Khazaann bows to Kippe.
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Speaking amusedly to Geijon, Riend says, "Sir Khyree, this is becoming a habit."
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Sirona hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
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Khazaann waves to Kothos.
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Evia cackles at Morandas!
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Oxhammer and Mourdeyan bash their forearms in greeting.
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Geijon chuckles.
>

Cryheart takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.
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Perigourd turns toward Kippe and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Peatwyn exclaims, "Friends friend Hello!"
>
Ardwen nods.
>
Kippe nods in greeting at Khazaann.
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Deavon kisses Cryheart tenderly on the cheek.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Sirona hugs Khazaann.
>
Morandas cackles at Evia!
>
Riend smiles at Kothos.
>
Oxhammer and Khazaann bash their forearms in greeting.
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Perigourd nods in greeting at Raelee.
>
Cryheart turns toward Cinabar and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Bernadette turns toward Cryheart and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Riend looks at Evia and hums.
>
Missoni's face lights up with joy for Kippe.
>'Welcome e'ryone
You quietly say, "Welcome e'ryone."
>
Cryheart gives Deavon a friendly hug.
>
Ardwen nods at Khazaann.
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Bernadette bows to Peatwyn.
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Kippe waves to Perigourd.
>
Using fancy fingering, Morandas embellishes heavily on a simple theme.
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Kothos gazes at Raelee.
>
Sirona smiles at Khazaann.
>
Morandas cackles at Geijon!
>
Cryheart waves to Khazaann.
>
Khazaann hugs Sirona.
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Kothos strides over to stand before Raelee.
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Mourdeyan nods curtly to Raelee.
>
Missoni hugs Kippe.
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Deavon smiles at you.
>
Alosaka nods slowly at Raelee.
>
Her hand lowered, Riend gives Missoni a subtle wave.
>
Kippe smiles at Missoni.
>
Meglorna sits down.
>
Roelaren pours herself a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne.
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Oddly enough, Riend seems somewhat less buoyant.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Deavon gives Geijon a friendly hug.
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Mourdeyan says, "Evening Magister."
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Akenna nods in greeting.
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Regwen says, "Good evening all."
>
Bernadette bows to Raelee.
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Cosannie nods to Mourdeyan in greeting.
>
Kippe gives Missoni a friendly hug.
>
Temperess gives Geijon a friendly hug.
>kiss deavon hand
You kiss Deavon tenderly on the hand.
>
Her hand lowered, Missoni gives Riend a subtle wave.
>
Deavon gives Guarrin a friendly hug.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
>
Guarrin says, "There are refreshments on the tables."
>
Bernadette hugs Cosannie.
>
Kothos waves to Kippe.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Missoni smiles at Atreuss.
>
A kaleidoscope of spectral butterflies flutters out from inside Meglorna's cloak, dropping a glass of blue moonflower wine into her hand.
>
Tebon and Mourdeyan bash their forearms in greeting.
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Oxhammer bows to Missoni.
>
* Davason just bit the dust!
>
Kothos smiles at Cosannie.
>
Kippe nods in greeting at Kothos.
>
Gutstorm walks over to the chair and settles down.
>
Meglorna softly says, "Oh."
>
Meglorna blushes a nice shade of light pink.
>
A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes Meglorna's blue moonflower wine from her, disappearing inside her cloak.
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Morandas coaxes rich notes from his lute with a showy variant on the common strum.
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Oxhammer pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Kothos nods at Guarrin.
>
Guarrin adds Geijon to his group.
>
Atreuss nods in greeting at Missoni.
>
Giving a final showy circle of his arm, Morandas strums one last chord before deadening the strings.
>
Guarrin adds Deavon to his group.
>
Evia and Oxhammer bash their forearms in greeting.
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Cryheart says, "Oopos."
>
Sirona pours herself some fragrant jasmine tea.
>
Morandas put a fel lute in his thraak skin sack.
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Small clouds of smoke drift past you as if playing a game of tag.

Oxhammer taps his full bent briar pipe on the ground, cleaning it of ashes and a few glowing embers.
>
Morandas rubs his Times Press Pass, and for some reason probably better left unknown, he suddenly begins meowing loudly, like a poor, lost kitten.
>You hear the General thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Drizdark thinks, "Evenin' Muiritz."

Cryheart says, "Excuse me, need to join another."
>
Mourdeyan nods curtly to Cosannie.
>
A battered antique faewood crate waddles over to the repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs and examines it. The crate's lid opens slightly, and the ornamental scrollwork along its lid manages to convey a contemptuous sneer.
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Cryheart joins Guarrin's group.
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Bernadette bows to Tebon.
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Temperess joins Morandas's group.
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Cryheart nods at Guarrin.
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Tebon bows to Bernadette.
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A log crashes and falls over into the fire. The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.
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Evia begins chortling at Morandas.
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Morandas cackles at Evia!
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Speaking to Bernadette, Tebon says, "M'lady Bernadette."
>
Twisting off the cork of his glass bottle, Gutstorm tilts it back and takes a quick gulp of the moonshine inside.
Letting out his breath sharply, Gutstorm fans at his mouth.
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Guarrin says, "If you are interested in presenting tonight, please whisper to me."
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Mourdeyan turns toward Tebon and renders a sharp hand salute.
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The dim aura fades from around Kippe.
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Kippe begins to breathe less deeply.
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The dully illuminated mantle protecting Kippe begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Evia hugs Tebon, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Tebon clasps Cosannie's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.
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Tebon gives Evia a friendly hug.
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Khazaann bows to Tebon.
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Geijon smiles.
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Guarrin says, "If you are in the Order, I'll just have the judges close by tonight."
>
Deavon hugs Tebon, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
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The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Speaking to Evia, Tebon says, "M'lady Evia."
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Oxhammer offers Gutstorm a stein of dwarven stout.
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Tebon bows to Khazaann.
>
Bernadette softly says, "Hug teb."
>You hear the General thoughts of Muiritz echo in your mind:
Muiritz thinks, "Hello Periqourd."

Speaking to Khazaann, Tebon says, "M"lord Khazaann."
>You hear the General thoughts of Muiritz echo in your mind:
Muiritz thinks, "Hello Drizdark."

Bernadette whistles tunelessly to herself.
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Tebon nods at Cosannie.
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Temperess asks, "WHo is the giant who looks like the Juggernaut sold half its wares to her?"
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Alosaka nods.
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Gutstorm slings a makeshift wooden mantlet pyrographed with an ale tankard over his shoulder.
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Tebon grins at Bernadette.
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Gutstorm accepts Oxhammer's dwarven stout.
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Oxhammer and Bernadette bash their forearms in greeting.
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Tebon gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
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Gutstorm grunts at Oxhammer his thanks.
>
Meglorna pours herself a flute of Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Morandas says, "Thats Evia, Dear, she cackles a lot too."
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Tebon winks at Bernadette.
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Deavon points at Cryheart.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Cosannie beams happily at Bernadette!
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Gutstorm put a bottle of Paradis moonshine in his traveller's cloak.
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Guarrin nods at Regwen.
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Oxhammer nods at Gutstorm.
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Cosannie gives Bernadette a friendly hug.
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest.
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Temperess says, "Oh, great, two of you."
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A small forest green will-o'-wisp obliviously flits out from inside Perigourd's acorn amulet, hovering around his empty right hand and retreats back inside the amulet.
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Mourdeyan squints.
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Oxhammer pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Cryheart's sentient potato hums an epic melody, filled with complexities!
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Speaking to Bernadette, Cosannie says, "Good to see you."
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Gutstorm's flushed face slowly returns to normal color.
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Bernadette nods curtly to Gutstorm.
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Oxhammer looks rather relaxed.
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Riend squirms and fidgets oddly for a moment.
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Morandas cackles!
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Oxhammer blows on his full bent briar pipe.
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Gutstorm removes a bronze toothpick from in his traveller's cloak.
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Bernadette softly says, "An ye milady."
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Perigourd appears less confident.
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Speaking to Temperess, Tebon says, "Evia cackles differently though."
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Bernadette smiles at Cosannie.
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Sirona smiles at Riend.
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Cinabar gets an odd look on her face.
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Morandas grins at Tebon.
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The powerful look leaves Regwen.
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The dim aura fades from around Regwen.
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Regwen begins to breathe less deeply.
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The dully illuminated mantle protecting Regwen begins to falter, then completely fades away.
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Oxhammer put a stein of dwarven stout in his leather backpack.
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Cinabar winces momentarily.
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Tebon chuckles.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Deavon nods at Guarrin.
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The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
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Temperess chuckles.
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Oxhammer gently rubs his full bent briar pipe. A pale blue glow surrounds the bowl, when it fades away the pipe is full of dark, aromatic tobacco.
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Perigourd says, "I'll return with another guest, excuse me."
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Oxhammer begins to wave his full bent briar pipe in a circle and suddenly the bowl of his pipe begins to glow a bright cherry red. Soon fragrant smoke begins to rise into the air.
>
Lady Meliyara just climbed a newel staircase.
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A trail of faintly glowing, forest green hoof-shaped prints follows Perigourd as he moves down a newel staircase.
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Tebon nods to Guarrin in greeting.
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Atreuss rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Gutstorm put a bronze toothpick under a massive oak table.
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Tebon greets Regwen with a grin.
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Deavon smiles at Meliyara.
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Sirona smiles at Meliyara.
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Guarrin turns toward Tebon and renders a sharp hand salute.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The tea has a balanced, delicate flavor -- the refreshing scent and taste of jasmine blending beautifully with the tea leaves.
You have 3 quaffs left.
>
Oxhammer removes a stein of dwarven stout from in his leather backpack.
>
Her hand lowered, Missoni gives Meliyara a subtle wave.
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A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Mourdeyan on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>beam sirona
You beam happily at Sirona!
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Meliyara with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives a subtle wave.
>
Roelaren loses an aura of resolve.
>
Roelaren loses her focused look.
>
The opalescent aura fades from around Roelaren.
>
The brilliant aura fades away from Roelaren.
>
Roelaren appears less confident.
>
The air shivers about Roelaren, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.
>
The very powerful look leaves Roelaren.
The white light leaves Roelaren.
>
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Roelaren.
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The air calms down around Roelaren.
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Roelaren loses her intense expression.
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Dark red droplets seep out of Roelaren's skin and evaporate.
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Deavon looks over at Guarrin and shakes her head.
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>hug sirona
Speaking in Elven, Meliyara greets something you don't understand.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Tebon says, "E'enin ol' friend."
>
You hug Sirona, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Meliyara greets, "Sh'rein."
>
Sirona hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>look
Mourdeyan stares at Peatwyn.
>
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see the hammered silver Meliyara disk, a battered antique faewood crate, the repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs, a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Lady Meliyara, Sir Geijon, Lord Eldryl, Atreuss, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen, Lady Meglorna who is sitting, The Infamous Gutstorm who is sitting, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer, Sirona, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Riend, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Peatwyn, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos, Bernadette, Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
>
Cryheart bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. A long streamer of smoke floats up into the air and then drifts away.
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>hug cosannie
You hug Cosannie, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Roelaren hugs Sirona, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
A faint silvery glow fades from around Kippe.
>
Evia nods curtly to Cosannie.
>
Cosannie hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>
Evia smiles.
>
Sirona smiles at Roelaren.
>
Kippe slowly empties his lungs.
>
Sirona hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
You hear an amazing collection of snorts and cackles coming from Morandas's direction! Strange. Very.
>
Oxhammer and Evia bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Speaking to you, Cosannie says, "Good to see you sir."
>
Regwen hugs Sirona.
>
Riend takes a few steps to her left.
>
Guarrin cordially greets, "Evening everyone. If you are just arriving, refreshments are on the tables. If you wish to share a tale tonight, please let me know."
>
Cryheart waves to Meliyara.
>
Kippe glances at Riend.
>
Riend joins Kippe's group.
>'Welcome one and all
You quietly say, "Welcome one and all."
>
Tebon bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>
Speaking slowly to Meliyara, Atreuss says, "Sh'rein."
>
Cryheart smiles at Meliyara.
>
Ardwen says, "More rusty armor in this room then I have seen for ages."
>
Riend folds her hands.
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Kippe gazes in amusement at Riend.
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Khazaann bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>
Sirona beams happily at Regwen!
>
Mourdeyan grabs a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider from a weathered black leather pocket inside of her dark fox fur coat.
>
Regwen waves to Riend.
>
Riend nods encouragingly at Kippe.
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Cryheart grins at Ardwen.
>
Murharzarm picks up a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Riend's face lights up with joy for Regwen.
>
Evia nods warily to Riend.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his plum-colored wine.
CS: +111 - TD: +111 + CvA: +12 + d100: +43 - +10 == +45
Warded off!
>
Deavon leans against a carved oak mantel.
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Gutstorm stands up.
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Roelaren smiles at Cryheart.
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Temperess stares at Murharzarm.
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Cryheart smiles at Roelaren.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Sirona hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Oxhammer walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Cryheart waves to Murharzarm.
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Roelaren hugs Cryheart.
>
Morandas laughs at Temperess!
>
Missoni looks at Murharzarm with concern.
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Speaking warmly to Regwen, Riend greets, "It has been ages, how are you?"
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Deavon says, "We need to get rid of that wine..."
>
Oxhammer puffs away happily on his full bent briar pipe. A pale cloud of aromatic smoke slowly rises into the air, hanging above your head for a few moments before an errant gust of wind scatters it.
>
Riend flashes a quick grin at Evia.
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Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Small clouds of smoke drift past you as if playing a game of tag.
>
Perigourd's group strides in up a newel staircase with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, forest green imprint of a doe's hoof on the floor behind him.
>
Gutstorm reaches out and touches something behind some elaborate figurines.
>agree deavon
You agree with Deavon.
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Murharzarm says, "Well. Lesson learned there."
>
Peatwyn helps himself to a flame-roasted ear of corn.
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Murharzarm nods in greeting at Cryheart.
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Atreuss pours himself a mug of Farn's root beer.
>
Perigourd nods approvingly.
>
Muiritz says, "Thank you."
>
Peatwyn sniffs at his ear of corn.
>
Speaking to Muiritz, Perigourd says, "Of course."
>
Speaking to Riend, Regwen says, "Very well thank ye. I hope you're doing well."
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Peatwyn takes a bite of his ear of corn.
>
Cryheart grins at Murharzarm.
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Tebon and Perigourd bash their forearms in greeting.
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Cryheart waves to Muiritz.
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Muiritz turns toward Cryheart and renders a sharp salute with his kelyn claidhmore.
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Perigourd turns toward Tebon and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Roelaren says, "It is a shame it is the rose etched glass."
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Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Speaking to Gutstorm, Oxhammer says, "No touching the stuff Guts."
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Khazaann pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Sirona leans over and whispers, "Such a good turn out."
>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest before fading away.
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Oxhammer winks at Gutstorm.
>
Morandas asks, "Did someone die?"
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Kippe smiles at Riend.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
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Temperess says, "Not yet dear."
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Khazaann pours some of the contents of his dwarven stout on the greatsword. The dark brown liquid quickly evaporates.
>
Mourdeyan glances at Morandas.
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Morandas nods.
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Roelaren takes a bite of her warm apple pie.
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Meliyara pours herself a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
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Ardwen says, "They could."
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Ardwen nods at Morandas.
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Khazaann faces a diamond-pomelled vultite greatsword inlaid with silver griffins on the blade on a carved oak mantel and renders a sharp salute with his dwarven stout.
>
Speaking to Regwen, Riend says, "Quite well, thank you."
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Meliyara sniffs at her plum-colored wine.
>
Speaking to Cryheart, Muiritz says, "Evening my sir."
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Regwen nods to Ardwen in greeting.
>
Khazaann tips his head back and empties a stein of dwarven stout down his gullet!
Khazaann looks rather relaxed.
>
Evia helps herself to a lightly buttered yam.
>'Guessin' plum wine is nae in much demand for us warriors
You quietly say, "Guessin' plum wine is nae in much demand for us warriors."
>
The antique faewood crate yawns its lid widely, somehow managing to look bored.
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Delicate rings of smoke rise into the air above you, seeming to link together to form a chain before drifting off into the distance.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Regwen waves to Oxhammer.
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Roelaren grins at you.
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Oxhammer glances at Khazaann.
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Tebon and Cinabar bash their forearms in greeting.
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Meliyara pours herself a glass mug of mulled red wine.
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Cryheart says, "Good eve, Muiritz."
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Cryheart smiles.
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Ardwen glances at a battered antique faewood crate.
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Meliyara sniffs at her mulled red wine.
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Oxhammer bows to Regwen.
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Tebon smiles and nods in greeting to Delindra.
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Deavon chuckles.
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Speaking to his plum-colored wine, Murharzarm says, "I will get imbibed vengeance upon you."
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Morandas says, "Plums are all, girly."
>
Gazing into the flames, your mind wanders. You relive old adventures and battles and plan greater triumphs yet to be. It is pleasant to sit here and dream by the fire. Perhaps you will conquer the world tomorrow, or another day. There is always a tomorrow. But for now, the fire lulls you warmly.
>
Temperess stares at Morandas.
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Evia says, "All wine is good wine, except spoiled wine."
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Regwen curtsies gracefully to Oxhammer.
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Tebon nods curtly to Missoni.
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Meliyara takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
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Missoni smiles at Tebon.
>
Missoni nods to Tebon in greeting.
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Meliyara nods in agreement at Evia.
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Oxhammer tips his head back and empties a stein of dwarven stout down his gullet!
Oxhammer looks rather relaxed.
>
Morandas grins.
>
Atreuss tips his head back and empties a mug of Farn's root beer down his gullet!
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Morandas cackles!
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>grin evia
You grin at Evia.
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Cinabar helps herself to a wine-sauced filet of beef.
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Deavon nods at Guarrin.
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Oxhammer puffs away happily on his full bent briar pipe. Small clouds of smoke drift past you as if playing a game of tag.
>
Cinabar pours herself a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her plum-colored wine.
Cinabar looks rather relaxed.
CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: -21 + d100: +52 - +20 == +11
Warded off!
>
Evia takes a bite of her buttered yam.
>say ::evia that include Champagne?
Speaking quietly to Evia, you ask, "That include Champagne?"
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Morandas cackles at Cinabar!
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me'd stay way from dat wine."
>
Cinabar heartily says, "Heh."
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Deavon gazes heavenward.
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Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>
Cryheart says, "Bad wine, try the cider."
>
Speaking to Oxhammer, Khazaann says, "I always toast Drung, he loved us."
>
Sirona agrees with Gutstorm.
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Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Several small clouds of smoke rise into the air as if playing tag before drifting away.
>
Speaking to you, Evia says, "Mmm...bubbles."
>
Perigourd takes a moment to observe a rough oak table.
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Akenna takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
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Mourdeyan says, "The cider is splendid."
>
Perigourd taps a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider on a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs.
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Oxhammer pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Perigourd pours himself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>beam khaz
Kothos takes a tiny sip of his mulled red wine, warming his lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.
>
You beam happily at Khazaann!
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Morandas asks, "Is you dead yet?"
>
Perigourd says, "I reccomend the cider."
>
Roelaren says, "The champaign is good."
>
Perigourd nods approvingly.
>
Perigourd takes a drink from his Gryphon Orchard cider.
Perigourd looks rather relaxed.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
>
Kothos grins at Morandas.
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Tebon peppers Cosannie with tiny kisses all over her face.
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Cosannie smiles at Tebon.
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Temperess says, "He is still breathing, Cackles."
>
Mourdeyan agrees with Perigourd.
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Cinabar put a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine in her black leather pack.
>You hear the General thoughts of Vexarthis echo in your mind:
Vexarthis thinks, "Evenin' me friend."

Evia says, "The cider is the best in the land."
>
Meliyara's spirits are no longer lifted.
>
The air stops shimmering around Meliyara.
>
Cinabar pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Akenna mentions, "The claret is good."
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Gutstorm grunts at Evia skeptically, raising his bushy eyebrows.
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Morandas winks at Kothos.
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Cosannie wraps Tebon in a tender embrace.
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Morandas cackles!
>
Deavon says, "Or the bergamot tea from our own citrus."
>
Gutstorm grimaces as his red squirrel suddenly cranes around his face to see something, its paw anchored onto his nose. A sudden slip sends the rodent flailing and clinging wildly to Gutstorm's front before scrambling back up to his shoulder with an embarrassed and sulky squeak.
>
Tebon wraps Cosannie in a tender embrace.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea.
You have 2 quaffs left.
>
Kothos chuckles.
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his left upper arm.
>
Perigourd waves to Akenna.
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Cosannie leans on Tebon, resting her head against his shoulder.
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Evia agrees with Deavon.
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Akenna waves to Perigourd.
>
Peatwyn dramatically says, "Each vessel of this ear of corn is a jubilent celebration of Oleandi's wonder."
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Tebon smiles at Cosannie.
>
Murharzarm says, "That's one nice thing about absinthe the alcohol content makes it hard to go completely bad."
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Tebon and Deavon bash their forearms in greeting.
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Peatwyn takes a bite of his ear of corn.
>
Speaking to Akenna, Perigourd says, "Didn't see you there."
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Muiritz says, "EVenlook."
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Perigourd grins at Akenna.
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Meliyara casually glances at Peatwyn.
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Evia beams happily at Peatwyn!
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. A small puff of smoke floats just above the ground. It slowly floats away, vanishing into the distance.
>
Speaking to Perigourd, Akenna says, "I blend in."
>
Speaking to Deavon, Tebon says, "M'lady Deavon."
>
Ardwen removes an icing-lined gingerbread Rumplesnoots with colorful candied horns from in his shoulder saddle.
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Khazaann and Perigourd bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Akenna grins at Perigourd.
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Perigourd nods approvingly at Akenna.
>
Tebon faces Deavon and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
>
Riend pours herself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Muiritz put a leaf-engraved kelyn claidhmore in his boarhide pack.
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Perigourd turns toward Khazaann and renders a sharp salute with his Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Deavon winks at Tebon.
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Evia says, "Corn is also sometimes good to drink."
>
Ardwen put an icing-lined gingerbread Rumplesnoots with colorful candied horns in his shoulder saddle.
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Evia grins.
>
Muiritz pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
Morandas nods at Evia.
>
Ardwen pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
Kippe pours himself a cup of rich black coffee.
>
Geijon shakes his head.
>
Guarrin says, "There are several tables of refreshments."
>
* In the end, Aielwyn is just another dead Sylvankind.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Ardwen looks rather relaxed.
>
Kothos takes a drink from his mulled red wine.
>
Deavon pinches Ardwen!
>
Ardwen tries to pinch Deavon, but she grabs his hand just in time and pinches Ardwen instead!
>
Roelaren takes a bite of her warm apple pie.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Evia takes a bite of her buttered yam.
>
Ardwen winks at Deavon.
>
Deavon starts chortling.
>
Khazaann leans softly against Gutstorm.
>
Missoni nods approvingly at Deavon.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
>
Meliyara helps herself to a thin slice of maple bacon.
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Speaking quietly to Raelee, Kothos asks, "Would you like some tea?"
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Kippe leans against a carved oak mantel.
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Gutstorm walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Kothos glances at a rough oak table.
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Meliyara takes a bite of her slice of maple bacon.
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Perigourd takes a drink from his Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Several small clouds of smoke rise into the air as if playing tag before drifting away.
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Bernadette helps herself to a seasoned breast of turkey.
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Meliyara takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
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Roelaren walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Tebon nods curtly to Akenna.
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Morandas winks at Deavon.
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Kippe takes a drink from his black coffee.
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The lid of a battered antique faewood crate snaps open and closed with a hollow thump, providing a bass beat in time to the rapid staccato tapping of its wooden legs. As the percussion performance draws to a close, the crate looks around expectantly. Waiting for applause?
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Missoni removes a folded silk chair from in her velvet bustle.
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The semitransparent image of a wolverine flickers into life before barreling away in a burst of misty green motes.
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Akenna nods to Tebon in greeting.
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The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Delindra. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
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The visage of a bear briefly obscures Oxhammer's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Bernadette pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Deavon appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Akenna smiles at Tebon.
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Perigourd takes a drink from his Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Cryheart gives Akenna a friendly hug.
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Ardwen says, "Apparently the Gryphons run a hostelry on weekends."
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Speaking to Perigourd, Muiritz says, "What is Gryphon Holding."
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Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "I have some."
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Ardwen glances at a rough oak table.
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Akenna hugs Cryheart.
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Dame Jarnsaixa just climbed a newel staircase.
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Kothos nods at Raelee.
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Gutstorm's sentient potato hums an adventurous tune!
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Evia says, "An amazing group we have tonight."
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Morandas removes a fel lute from in his thraak skin sack.
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Perigourd faces Jarnsaixa and crisply renders a chivalrous salute.
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Kothos begins chuckling at Ardwen!
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Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Riend gives a short little hum of surprise.
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Guarrin faces Jarnsaixa and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
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Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Jarnsaixa.
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Jarnsaixa removes a pair of fleece-lined kidskin gloves from her hands.
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Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Perigourd greets, "Fair eve."
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Kothos bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Mourdeyan turns toward Jarnsaixa and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Cryheart bows to Jarnsaixa.
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* Jangrel will never see another sunset!
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Speaking to Akenna, Tebon says, "I dunnae believe I 'ave met ye's, Tebon Hawggweiler."
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Speaking drunkenly to Jarnsaixa, Gutstorm says, "Ah ye founds me."
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Regwen curtsies gracefully to Jarnsaixa.
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Alosaka nods respectfully at Jarnsaixa.
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Khazaann bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Morandas says, "I'm a bard, I swear it."
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Tebon faces Akenna and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
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Jarnsaixa balls her hand into a fist and pounds it against a knotwork bronze brooch worn at her shoulder. Once, twice, and three times she strikes as a fierce look of determination settles about her.
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Evia nods warily to Jarnsaixa.
>agree3 evia
Please rephrase that command.
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Temperess stares at Morandas.
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Muiritz takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Muiritz looks as if he is in pain.
Muiritz looks rather relaxed.
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Raelee takes a moment to observe Jarnsaixa.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, the hammered silver Meliyara disk, a battered antique faewood crate, the repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Dame Jarnsaixa, Great Lord Muiritz, Perigourd, Lady Meliyara, Sir Geijon, Lord Eldryl, Atreuss, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen, Lady Meglorna who is sitting, The Infamous Gutstorm who is sitting, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer who is sitting, Sirona, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Riend, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Peatwyn, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos, Bernadette, Alosaka, Lord Khazaann, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
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Cryheart says, "Good evening, Dame Jarnsaixa."
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Guarrin faces Riend and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
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Oxhammer bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Meliyara nods in greeting at Jarnsaixa.
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Cryheart smiles at Jarnsaixa.
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Raelee pours herself a mug of dark brown Tamzyrr tea.
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Deavon nods in greeting at Jarnsaixa.
>look on crate
There is nothing on the crate.
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Mourdeyan says, "Evening Dame Jarnsaixa."
>look in crate
Morandas says, "No, really. I'm a bard."
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There is nothing in the crate.
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Riend smiles at Guarrin.
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Riend inclines her head.
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Jarnsaixa says, "Good evening."
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Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
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As Temperess shakes her head, small flakes of ash fall slowly toward the ground.
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The antique faewood crate yawns its lid widely, somehow managing to look bored.
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Guarrin says, "Welcome to the Holding."
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Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. A pale cloud of aromatic smoke slowly rises into the air, hanging above your head for a few moments before an errant gust of wind scatters it.
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Geijon faces Jarnsaixa and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
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Riend nods respectfully at Jarnsaixa.
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Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly. The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.
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Peatwyn performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.
>greet jarn
You nod warily to Jarnsaixa.
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Peatwyn takes a bite of his ear of corn.
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Kippe nods at Jarnsaixa.
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Tebon nods warily to Jarnsaixa.
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Speaking to Tebon, Akenna says, "We met last meeting, but, it was brief. Akenna Laeraun."
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Jarnsaixa smiles.
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Speaking warmly to Jarnsaixa, Kothos says, "Welcome, Dame Vargrdoittr."
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Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
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Akenna smiles at Tebon.
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Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Muiritz nods at Perigourd.
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Tebon smiles at Akenna.
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Kothos gives Oxhammer a friendly prod against the back.
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Bernadette bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Jarnsaixa says, "Apologies for interrupting."
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Guarrin clears his throat.
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The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Cinabar. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
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Mourdeyan smiles at Jarnsaixa.
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Cryheart says, "We hae nae started yet."
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Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Guarrin says, "You have forunate timing, we were just about to begin."
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Oxhammer put a silver-banded full bent briar pipe in his leather backpack.
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Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Tebon says, "Tebon Hawggweiler, tis my Honor ta meet ye's."
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Mourdeyan smiles.
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Meliyara takes a bite of her slice of maple bacon.
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Oxhammer offers Jarnsaixa a stein of dwarven stout.
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Jarnsaixa says, "Excellent."
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Tebon faces Jarnsaixa and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
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The forest green corona surrounding Perigourd's acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
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Meliyara takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
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Jarnsaixa smiles at Oxhammer.
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Geijon whispers something to Tebon.
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Oxhammer says, "Have a stout."
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Peatwyn gasps.
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Jarnsaixa nods to Tebon in greeting.
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Jarnsaixa accepts Oxhammer's dwarven stout.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Morandas cackles!
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Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sirona echo in your mind:
Sirona thinks, "Just getting started out here at the Silver Gryphon Holding, Great Hall for the Tales of Chivalry event in honor of Drung and Elbromo. Come out and join us. [26058, u18057011]"

Geijon grins at Morandas.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Surl echo in your mind:
Any elder sorcers out there available for a T-3 on a 640 difficulty item?

Tebon agrees with Geijon.
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Guarrin cordially greets, "Welcome, everyone, to the Holding for our fourth annual Tales of Chivalry. The Order is pleased to host everyone tonight as we celebrate the memory of our friends, Lords Drung and Elbromo."
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Kippe takes a drink from his black coffee.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Geijon helps himself to a fragrant buttered yeast wheat roll.
>dust my plate
You dust off your white alloy platemail.
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Cryheart turns an inquisitive ear toward Guarrin.
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Khazaann reaches out and touches an ivory marble reliquary on a carved oak mantel.
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Alosaka nods.
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Deavon says, "Tea, stout, cider, bad wine..."
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Morandas cackles!
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Alosaka nods.
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Roelaren takes a bite of her warm apple pie.
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Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.
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The yew seed pendant hanging from Geijon's neck glows ethereal red.
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Missoni turns an inquisitive ear toward Guarrin.
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Kothos touches his fingers to his heart, the tips digging into the fabric of his embroidered cassock, and offers a soft prayer to Ivas.
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Khazaann hangs his head.
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Cryheart places a hand over his heart.
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Tebon folds his arms over his chest.
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Oxhammer pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Kippe raises an eyebrow in Riend's direction.
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Folding his hands in supplication, Kothos turns his eyes to the heavens and murmurs a soft prayer to Ivas.
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Guarrin somberly states, "We began this tradition of chivalric tales to inspire others. As Drung and Elbromo inspired everyone they encountered. Let these tales honor their memory."
>gaze up
You gaze heavenward.
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Atreuss whispers something to Peatwyn.
>raise my tea
You raise your jasmine tea in a toast!
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Guarrin lays his open palm across the arching symbol of two knotwork grizzly bears on his vultite brooch, his fingers curling around the vultite edges, and bows his head in a momentary display of respect.
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Gutstorm raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
>You hear the Help thoughts of Phomate echo in your mind:
I need a necroring.

Deavon nods at Guarrin.
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Sirona gazes thoughtfully at her sprig of mournbloom.
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Riend indicates some fragrant jasmine tea as a possible option.
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Missoni tilts her head down.
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The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Cryheart. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
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Khazaann pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Sirona frowns.
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Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
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Meglorna raises her Athalia's Arbor champagne in a toast!
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Atreuss pours himself a mug of Farn's root beer.
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A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her face.
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Evia places a hand over her heart.
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Guarrin says, "Tonight we also begin our year-long celebration of the Order s founding. Over the years, we have lost many other friends and comrades, so let us also honor their collective memory with our tales this evening."
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Khazaann raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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The fire sings its ancient song of security from the dangers of the night as you gaze into the comfortable blaze.
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Cosannie put a gnarled black ko'nag runestaff in her runestaff harness.
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Sirona tilts her head toward Guarrin, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
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Alosaka smiles.
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Kothos smiles.
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The semitransparent image of a wolverine flickers into life before barreling away in a burst of misty green motes.
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Ardwen's dwarf empath tattoo forages around his skin for a moment but doesn't appear to have any luck finding what he was looking for. With nonchalant shrug, the dwarf empath tattoo gives up.
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Muiritz nods at Perigourd.
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Peatwyn lets out a cheer!
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Atreuss blinks.
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Mourdeyan nods.
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Roelaren raises her pear-infused champagne in a toast!
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Kothos indicates his mulled red wine with a smile.
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Guarrin says, "I will not get into the details of our founding, as you will hear more on that soon, but it is a great honor to be part of the Order during its thirtieth year. While we are young, compared to some Orders within the Empire, thirty years is no small feat. I am greatly looking forward to all of the celebrations we have planned for this year."
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Murharzarm nods.
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Peatwyn pours himself a wide mouth clay jug.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Keruta echo in your mind:
They are quite handy.

Cryheart nods at Mourdeyan.
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Evia smiles.
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Gutstorm hoots.
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Mourdeyan's sentient potato sings a song about her!
>hoot
You hoot.
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Regwen smiles.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Cryheart nods at Alosaka.
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Missoni nods firmly.
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(Kothos takes a step backward, and lowers his head to his mug, whispering a soft prayer before taking a pull from his mulled wine.)
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Mourdeyan glances at her sentient potato.
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Guarrin clearly continues, "Tonight we will hear several tales of chivalry. Each of these tales will be judged by our panel of former Leaders of the Order."
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Mourdeyan shakes her head at a waxy sentient potato topped with a sprig of tiny cerulean starflowers and clucks her tongue.
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Kothos takes a drink from his mulled red wine.
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Geijon agrees with Guarrin.
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Geijon smiles.
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Mourdeyan lifts a waxy sentient potato topped with a sprig of tiny cerulean starflowers from her shoulder.
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Cryheart's sentient potato hums an epic melody, filled with complexities!
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Mourdeyan tucks a waxy sentient potato topped with a sprig of tiny cerulean starflowers into a weathered black leather pocket inside of her dark fox fur coat.
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Guarrin says, "Our judges, tonight will be. Sir Cryheart, Sir Geijon, and Dame Deavon."
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Riend gazes in amusement at Kippe.
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Evia says, "Surely do not envy them that task."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Zaaldine echo in your mind:
Ebon gate is only 9 months away!

Mourdeyan applauds.
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Geijon nods slowly.
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Gutstorm applauds.
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Roelaren smiles.
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Evia turns to Cryheart and cheers!
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Oxhammer applauds.
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Kothos applauds.
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Missoni applauds warmly.
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Guarrin applauds politely.
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Evia turns to Geijon and cheers!
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Tebon applauds.
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Bernadette applauds.
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Kothos smiles.
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Roelaren applauds.
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest.
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Evia turns to Deavon and cheers!
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Regwen applauds.
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Sirona smiles.
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Jarnsaixa applauds.
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Atreuss lets out a cheer!
>You hear the Help thoughts of Phomate echo in your mind:
Yeehaw.

Meliyara applauds.
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Speaking drunkenly to Geijon, Gutstorm says, "Make me proud."
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Riend whispers something to Kippe.
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Cryheart bows.
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Geijon chuckles.
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Kippe applauds.
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Evia's acorn amulet flickers various shades of yellow.
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Geijon nods at Gutstorm.
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Meglorna beams!
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Riend applauds warmly.
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Khazaann applauds.
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Kippe glances skeptically at Riend.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
Jarnsaixa looks rather relaxed.
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Deavon grins at Geijon.
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Akenna applauds politely.
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Jarnsaixa glances at a stein of dwarven stout on a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape.
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Mourdeyan leans softly against Gutstorm.
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The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
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Evia leans on Mourdeyan, giving her a companionable grin.
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Guarrin says, "The judges will be evaluating the tales for their Creativity, Presentation, and overall chivalric content."
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Mourdeyan coughs.
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Deavon takes a bite of her coffee cookie.
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Sirona walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Cosannie whispers, "Can you send a copy of tonights log to Severasse."
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Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
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Geijon raises his hand.
>whisper cosannie sure
You quietly whisper to Cosannie, "Sure."
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A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Meglorna's leather herb kit.
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A muted crackle emanates from Missoni's illthorn kit.
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Jarnsaixa walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Riend looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
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The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Guarrin continues, "The purpose of this event is to share inspirational stories that exemplify the Code, whether it is Kai s Talismans or the writings of Sir Pyrrhon. We hope that they will serve as inspiration for everyone here long after we conclude our discussion tonight."
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Kippe takes a drink from his black coffee.
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Ardwen walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Riend walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Riend takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Geijon walks over to the chair and settles down.
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The cyan-hazed icy sprite flying above Akenna's shoulder sits down on it briefly before returning to the air.
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Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.
>whisper cosannie nae sure I hae the mail address for severasse though
You quietly whisper to Cosannie, "Nae sure I hae the mail address for severasse though."
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Guarrin says, "We will give a final call for anyone interested in sharing a tale or song this evening."
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Kothos smiles.
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Guarrin glances around the room.
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Deavon takes a bite of her coffee cookie.
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Morandas beams!
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Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
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Kippe's eyes glaze over as he stares, unfocused, into the distance.
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Kippe shakes his head.
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Guarrin says, "Very well. Before we begin, we have two Tales from the Order itself that our members will share. First, Herald Regwen will share the tale of the founding of the Order."
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Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
>
The lid of a battered antique faewood crate snaps open and closed with a hollow thump, providing a bass beat in time to the rapid staccato tapping of its wooden legs. As the percussion performance draws to a close, the crate looks around expectantly. Waiting for applause?
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling a T5 shield cape (up to 5% chance to block an incoming attack) with fully unlocked brooch and bangle(absorbs charges, once it absorbs 10 charges it discharges with damage). Weighs 5, holds 200 with %40 weight reduction. 400mil.

Guarrin nods encouragingly at Regwen.
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Cryheart turns to face Regwen.
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Cryheart turns an inquisitive ear toward Regwen.
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Kothos applauds Regwen.
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Guarrin says, "Herald. You have the floor."
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Missoni walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Bernadette turns an inquisitive ear toward Regwen.
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Guarrin walks over to the chair and settles down.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| GM Valyrka announced the opening of the January Premium Trove in the Merchant Library of Firefly Villa at Mist Harbor. Drawings will be held nightly around 8:20pm. Look for the entryway into the Trove area in the Lounge. Be sure to read the sign and the parchment. Some drawings are only for specific professions, so carefully inspect the item on the shelf. If you enter, you do not have to be online to win. But pickup must be in 24 hours. Details: https://bit.ly/3CplnXJ .

A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Murharzarm on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>turn regwen
You turn to face Regwen.
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Missoni gazes with interest at Regwen.
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Kothos sits down next to Raelee.
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Out of a swirling vortex appears a snowy white owl that heralds the surprising arrival of Goldstr. A chalcedony-hilted silver dagger clatters at your feet before fading into invisibility.
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Regwen smiles wide
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Alosaka turns to face Regwen.
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Sirona smiles at Regwen.
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Evia beams happily at Regwen!
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Gutstorm beams happily at Regwen!
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Alosaka sits down.
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Perigourd leans against a carved oak mantel.
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Regwen curtsies gracefully.
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Kothos winks at Cryheart.
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Perigourd turns an inquisitive ear toward Regwen.
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Deavon smiles at Regwen.
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Regwen theatrically says, "I have an Epic poem to share this evening. This Epic is based on true events chronicled in "The Abandoned Holding" by Sir Brinn and "Tale of two Barons" by Sir Cryheart."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling an eonak arm with T5 lift (picks up up to 25 lbs), T5 intercept (5% chance to intercept an incoming attack) 300mil.

Sirona smiles at Goldstr.
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Atreuss turns an inquisitive ear toward Regwen.
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Kothos smiles.
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Regwen clears her throat.
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Deavon helps herself to a coffee meringue cookie swirled with dark chocolate.
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Oxhammer turns an inquisitive ear toward Regwen.
>
Regwen recites evenly:

"Baron Hochstib in far off Jantalar, where he ruled,
Turned his eyes to war, greed and expansion fueled.
Hochstib hated non-humans though being half-elf, we knew.
So Chaston's edict helped him to enslave ordlyn cruel."

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Evia leans forward.
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Goldstr bows to Sirona.
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Kippe gazes in amusement at Riend.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Possibly selling an 8x full plate, T5 ensorcelled, S6 sanct, T5 dispell with Flare Affinity(flares more, and hits harder), +3 stamina and health recovery, Light damage padding, T1 ithzir scripted, Admantine(blocks incoming attacks, but is heavy at 113lbs)

Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Roelaren smiles.
>
(Regwen takes a couple steps to the left.)
>
Deavon gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
Regwen recites darkly:

"Jealous of the silver trade profits Vornavis had made,
Talador was the first neighbor Baron Hochstib did raid.
The Baron didn't believe their silver mine had been played.
When found true, "A non-human plot against him!", he raged!"

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Goldstr walks over to the chair and settles down.
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Peatwyn just left.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Roelaren smiles at Goldstr.
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Guarrin pours himself a mug of dark brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Regwen recites darkly:

"Mean time, Mestanir was the next the Baron had attacked.
This war was fought for the land that the Jantalars lacked.
After great losses were dealt by sorcerers Mestanir backed,
Witch hunters and Mantis crystal were used, mana to extract."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Might sell a 10x handaxe, T5 ensorcelled, S1 sanct, decent crit weighting, Ghezyte(DS dropping flares), Terror flaring with flare affinity(flares more often, freezing opponents in their spots, and causing creatures to drop their gear), KO flaring.
smile goldstr
You smile at Goldstr.
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The angry caw of a raven suddenly erupts from near Goldstr.
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Kothos shakes his head.
>
(Regwen takes a couple steps to the right.)
>
Hanging on securely with three paws, the red squirrel on Gutstorm's shoulder licks its fourth paw and spends several seconds carefully smoothing out the fur covering its lower back and one leg.
>
Regwen recites heavily:

"In Talador, Fights tween Dwarves and Humans caused Chaston's Edict used.
Ordlyn miners were enslaved and mistreated and a riot soon ensued.
Sir Maldon's son was sent to the mine, violence to be subdued.
But the Baron ordered the mine sealed, everyone there was entombed."

>You hear the Help thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
How do you dismiss accidental arrests from boxes?

Kothos takes a drink from his mulled red wine.
>
Regwen hangs her head.
>
* Majien has gone to feed the fishes!
>
Regwen slowly empties her lungs.
>
* Nyxski just gave up the ghost!
>
Roelaren frowns.
>
Regwen evenly explains, "The "Crab" in this old song is a reference to Baron Hochstib."
>
The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Deavon. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
>
Cryheart nods at Regwen.
>
Regwen slings a silver-inlaid varnished ash mandolin strung with twisted silver off from over her shoulder.
>
Deliberately, Regwen wraps her hand around the neck of her mandolin, sets her fingers to the strings and begins to play.
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

"Deep in the mines, down in the dark.
Up rose a cry from deep in the heart.
"Freedom!" they cried. "Freedom!" they called.
Freedom arose from the dwarven halls."

>
Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly. The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.
>
* Dihado just gave up the ghost!
>
Sirona looks thoughtfully at Regwen.
>
Evia frowns.
>sigh
You sigh.
>
Gutstorm's black acorn amulet flickers various shades of red.
>
Morandas nods at Guarrin.
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his nose.
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

""They must be stopped!", the Crab did cry.
"They must be stopped or I'll know why!"
Down the dark maw his troops did slide.
Into that horde of dwarven tide."

>
The semitransparent image of a grizzly bear flickers into life before lumbering away in a burst of misty green motes.
>
Regwen makes a dramatic change in the song's dynamics, sweeping from soft to loud in a sharp crescendo then back into the middle ranges.
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Roelaren begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Mourdeyan sways back and forth.
>
Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Svardin echo in your mind:
Depends if you can. Accuse person dismiss.
You hear the Help thoughts of Gelfander echo in your mind:
I think it's accuse dismiss player.

Regwen sings powerfully:

"They fought and yelled to no avail!
Nothing would stop that rising wail.
And so at impasse they did arrive.
But impasse does not the Baron drive."

>
Kippe takes a drink from his black coffee.
>
Regwen reaches up with a skilled hand to strike the strings of her mandolin, creating ringing notes to accompany the driving bass melody.
>
As Regwen plays her varnished ash mandolin, some silver stars suddenly flow out of the instrument, pulled into existence from the magic of her song.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Svardin echo in your mind:
But if was public safety, can't dismiss.

Regwen sings powerfully:

""Seal the caves I do command!"
"Seal the mines to the last man!"
So the Crab called out, so it was done.
From the dark maw the sounds there were none."

>
The fel totem suspended from Geijon's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against his sternum before falling silent again.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Gelfander echo in your mind:
Or what Svardin said.

A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Perigourd's leather kit.
>
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Cinabar on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Lecrand echo in your mind:
Try REPORT I want a kobold invasion.

Regwen sings powerfully:

"Sealed in the dark both dwarf and man.
Sealed in the dark by the Crab's left hand.
Sealed in the dark was one man's soul.
Sealed in the dark was the Crab's true role."

>
With a final dramatic flourish, Regwen takes her fingers from the strings, letting the notes fade into a profound silence.
Regwen slings a silver-inlaid varnished ash mandolin strung with twisted silver over her shoulder.
>
Trembling violently, the silver stars jump from point to point with great vigor.
>
* In the end, Miniopel is just another dead Sylvankind.
>
(Regwen takes a step forward and glances around ready to continue her presentation.)
>
Regwen recites evenly:

"Hochstib's knight, Sir Maldon, was sent, an abandoned keep to hold.
This being a lame basis for a claim to the landing so we're told.
Five companions went along to explore the abandoned hold.
Lords Berr, Pip, Geoff, Heinrich and Brinn all warriors brave and bold."

>
Pulsating with light, the silver stars fill the air.
>
Perigourd takes a drink from his Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>You hear the Help thoughts of Sihtric echo in your mind:
I've heard that "I WANT A BROADSWORD!!!!" works really well too.

Mourdeyan smiles.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Cryheart smiles.
>
Regwen leans forward.
>
(Regwen gazes into the distance as she moves her hands across the horizon.)
>
Tebon shifts his weight.
>
Regwen recites hushedly:

"The stone tower loomed above the overgrown surrounding marsh,
Flanked by eight apple trees in two rows of four, like grim guards.
Under gabled roof and battlement peered arrow slit windows sparse.
It presented a sinister appearance with its disrepair so harsh."

>You hear the Help thoughts of Khaell echo in your mind:
Quick way to get one thrown at your throat maybe...
You hear the Help thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
All set now, thank you!

The silver stars collide with each other forcefully, creating showers of sparks.
>
(Regwen takes a couple of tentative step backward.)
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Kippe looks thoughtfully at Regwen.
>
Regwen recites mysteriously:

"Our heroes were met only by rodents amid the layer of dust and mold.
But as they entered the masters room a dark mystery was about to unfold.
A headless skeleton lay sprawled on the floor, feet away the head had rolled.
Collapsed against the wall, the bed held a corpse, boots still on, long cold."

>
Regwen leans back.
>
(Regwen gazes around room and pauses.)
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|UPDATE| GM Vanah announced new, updated analyzes for Bird Call Whistles, History Orbs, Herb kits, and Lirion Bows. https://bit.ly/3WuOWOz .

Morandas turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Evia shivers.
>
The silver stars flow forcefully like a raging river.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Regwen recites dramatically:

"In the chest next to the bed, they found the effects of the former master.
Within, a heaume, a pair of golden spurs and a small sack of leather.
A silk surcoat embroidered with a crimson hawk, the charge of Sir Trevar.
Under the chests corner was found a sheet of parchment, most of a letter."

>
Deavon nods at Guarrin.
>
The fire dies down a bit until it finds some fresh wood to burn. The flames dance higher as they feast.
>
Geijon nods at Guarrin.
>
Regwen removes a piece of parchment from in her silk cloak.
>
Regwen gazes with interest at the piece of parchment in her hand.
>
The silver stars rise brightly and intensely like a blazing inferno.
>
Regwen simply states, "Which read:"
>
Regwen cryptically reads, "And as I have conveyed my reasons for notifying the dwarven clans of my discovery to my lord, the baron, I will await his reply. I doubt he will be pleased. I feel my finding it upon the day of the Equinox was fated, and."
>
Kothos whispers something to Raelee.
>
Evia places a hand over her heart.
>
(Regwen glaces up abruptly.)
>
Regwen says, "The message was cut short."
>
Regwen put a piece of parchment in her silk cloak.
>
Regwen takes a deep breath.
>
Riend bites her lip.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Jarnsaixa leans back.
>
Regwen recites speculatively:

"The skeleton wore a pouch and grasped the rusted dagger in its possession.
The point and edges of the dagger were less rusted, on final examination.
It appeared that they were coated with something that inhibited some corrosion.
Was Sir Trevar poisoned while beheading his assailant? Was the Speculation."

>
Regwen frowns.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Muiritz takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Muiritz looks as if he is in pain.
>
Muiritz takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Muiritz's brow.
>
Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Regwen recites hushedly:

"Discovered inside the skeleton's pouch, a small parchment, wire creation.
Finely woven red gold wires pressed into parchment, a triangular triskelion.
Known in court as a "three cornered pardon", for an act of soon initiation.
Given to those who may run afoul of the law while entrusted with a "mission"."

>
With powerful arcs, the silver stars fly overhead like swooping hawks.
>
Regwen ponders.
>You hear the General thoughts of Lecrand echo in your mind:
Lecrand asks, "What type of crime do I report someone for if they are throwing eggs at me?"

Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
The acorn amulet hanging from Evia's neck glows golden.
>You hear the General thoughts of Svardin echo in your mind:
Svardin thinks, "Baker."
You hear the General thoughts of Lecrand echo in your mind:
Lecrand asks, "Hooliganism?"

Mourdeyan rests her hands on the hilts of her sheathed weapons.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Surl echo in your mind:
If you're looking for enscorcelling or other porfessions work, is the best place the merchant channel? discord? is ther e a cleodelias proffesions auction house site somewhere? or just any and all?

Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Regwen recites direly:

"Had the Baron sent an assassin to kill Sir Trevar allowing for replacement?
Baron Hochstib turned his sight to Vornavis hoping to increase his settlement.
He blockaded Baron Malwind's supplies and hoped to stall Landing aid to Vornavis.
After Vornavis he would move to stake claim to the landing environment."

>
Guarrin takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Deavon put a coffee meringue cookie swirled with dark chocolate in her lavender velvet cloak.
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Mourdeyan grabs a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider from inside her grey fur satchel.
>
(Regwen moves forward a step and stand firmly.)
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Leafiara echo in your mind:
The merchant channel and Discord, mainly.

Regwen recites defiantly:

"Sir Maldon had served loyally, but his son's death was the Baron's responsibility.
So Sir Maldon would foil the Baron's ambitions, if there was any possibility.
The baron's Landing claim was based in part on the lack of any local nobility.
Thus was born the chivalric knightly order
The Silver Gryphons, Officially."

>
Regwen raises her fist defiantly.
>
Regwen strikes a heroic pose.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Guarrin suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
The silver stars waver slightly before fading away into nothingness.
>
Morandas turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Guarrin seems a bit less imposing.
>
Kothos applauds.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Surl echo in your mind:
Thank you.

Deavon pours herself a cup of warm bergamot tea.
>
Riend nods approvingly.
>
Meliyara applauds Regwen warmly.
>
Mourdeyan raises her Gryphon Orchard cider in a toast!
>
Regwen recites evenly:

"Because the Empress aided the baron with mantis crystals to drain mana entirely.
The Gryphon order would consist of warriors to protect the Landing non-magically.
The baron couldn't move troops here before the spring, and no imperial troops, practically.
By then the Order would help to train the locals and curb the general chaos with chivalry."

>
Roelaren turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Bernadette applauds Regwen.
>
Regwen nods firmly.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest.
>
A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her left forearm.
>
Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
>
Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
>
The lid of a battered antique faewood crate snaps open and closed with a hollow thump, providing a bass beat in time to the rapid staccato tapping of its wooden legs. As the percussion performance draws to a close, the crate looks around expectantly. Waiting for applause?
>
Geijon says, "Officially recognized on th' Scrolls of Immuron, perhaps even twice."
>
Regwen states, "This song was popular at the time, so I'm told:"
>
Regwen slings a silver-inlaid varnished ash mandolin strung with twisted silver off from over her shoulder.
>
Deliberately, Regwen wraps her hand around the neck of her mandolin, sets her fingers to the strings and begins to play.
>
Geijon grins.
>
Morandas says, "You have no idea how hard it is to hold in my cackles."
>
Delindra turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

"The Soul arrived on Landing's water,
Shorn of son, no longer father.
A dozen warriors strong and brave,
Stepped up and heard the story grave."

>
Mourdeyan applauds Regwen.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
My briar broadsword might be the best thing i ever bought.

Kothos applauds.
>
The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
Kothos smiles.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
My father trained me to feel no fear to make spear and shield and sword as much a part of me as my own beating heart!
You hear the Help thoughts of Sihtric echo in your mind:
It can require patience to get things done at the level of difficulty you're at Surl, just a heads up. Not at all impossible. Just requires patience and cash. I htink there were a couple posts on discord this morning that could help you out.

Morandas applauds.
>You hear the General thoughts of Julenne echo in your mind:
Julenne thinks, "Goodnight folks."

Cosannie applauds.
>
Roelaren applauds Regwen.
>
Meglorna beams!
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

"The Holding searched and death was found.
Death abed and beheaded to ground.
Assassin's badge and parchment torn.
Knife in hand and armor worn."

>
Meglorna applauds.
>
Regwen reaches up with a skilled hand to strike the strings of her mandolin, creating ringing notes to accompany the driving bass melody.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Raelee takes a moment to observe Regwen.
>
Evia takes a bite of her buttered yam.
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

"Forge discovered, dwarves revealed.
Message to Baron safely repealed.
A dozen warriors stood side by side.
And swore to avenge that dwarven tide."

>
A battered antique faewood crate waddles over to the mural-sided Perigourd cassone and examines it. The crate's lid opens slightly, and the ornamental scrollwork along its lid manages to convey a contemptuous sneer.
>
Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly. The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.
>
Deavon nods in greeting at Raelee.
>
Evia roars!
>
Executing a run of precise fingerwork, Regwen increases the intensity of her song exponentially.
>
As Regwen plays her varnished ash mandolin, some silver stars suddenly flow out of the instrument, pulled into existence from the magic of her song.
>
With powerful arcs, the silver stars fly overhead like swooping hawks.
>
Regwen sings powerfully:

"Landing Safe and People true.
The warriors pledged their strength to You.
A dozen warriors a fortress small.
Warriors against the Landing's fall."

>
With a final dramatic flourish, Regwen takes her fingers from the strings, letting the notes fade into a profound silence.
Regwen slings a silver-inlaid varnished ash mandolin strung with twisted silver over her shoulder.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
>
Kippe takes a drink from his black coffee.
>
Kippe touches the neck of his double leathers, his gaze distant and introspective.
>
Guarrin takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Deavon applauds Regwen.
>
Missoni applauds Regwen warmly.
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
(Regwen gazes around the room and smiles widely.)
>
Regwen exclaims, "Hail the Silver Gryphons!"
>
Kippe put a white ceramic cup in his leather cloak.
>
* Alfue just took a long walk off of a short pier!
>
Bernadette applauds Regwen.
>
Khazaann applauds Regwen.
>
Alosaka lets out a cheer!
>
Deavon chuckles.
>
Delindra turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Perigourd leans forward, applauding eagerly.
>
Missoni nods approvingly.
>
Morandas cackles at Regwen!
>
Guarrin applauds Regwen.
>
Sirona smiles at Regwen.
>
Cryheart applauds Regwen.
>
Mourdeyan applauds Regwen.
>
Kippe applauds.
>
Atreuss applauds Regwen.
>You hear the General thoughts of Swampwort echo in your mind:
Swampwort thinks, "For the person asking about someone throwing eggs, that sounds like ....batter-y to me."

Delindra applauds Regwen.
>
Kothos applauds Regwen.
>
Jarnsaixa applauds Regwen.
>
Ardwen applauds.
>
Morandas cackles!
>applaud whoop regwen
Akenna applauds Regwen.
>
You let out a loud whoop as you applaud Regwen!
>
Jarnsaixa grins.
>
Riend applauds.
>
Roelaren turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Tebon applauds Regwen.
>
Temperess applauds Regwen.
>
Guarrin stands up.
>
Roelaren applauds Regwen.
>
Morandas cackles!
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PLAYER SHOP-SOL| On Friday, January 31, at 2pm, Shop Manager Ionoo visits the citizen-owned shops in Solhaven. He will be verifying all building codes and standards are being met. He will also have a shop deed for one lucky citizen. You must have been a citizen for at least 30 days to qualify.

Geijon applauds.
>
Muiritz applauds.
>
Perigourd nods in agreement at Muiritz.
>
Morandas cackles at Regwen!
>
Kothos applauds Regwen wildly!
>
Ardwen says, "Haven't thought of Brinn in ages."
>
Goldstr applauds Regwen.
>
Guarrin applauds Regwen.
>
With a graceful flutter of her hands, Regwen sinks down in a formal curtsy.
>
Meglorna beams happily at Regwen!
>
Oxhammer applauds Regwen.
>
Murharzarm applauds Regwen.
>
Mourdeyan stares off into space.
>
Cryheart says, "Well done, Herald Regwen."
>
Meglorna applauds Regwen.
>
Deavon says, "He is so missed."
>
Regwen says, "Thank ye all."
>
Sirona applauds Regwen warmly.
>
Roelaren applauds Regwen.
>
The silver stars rise brightly and intensely like a blazing inferno.
>
Delindra smiles.
>
Speaking to Regwen, Guarrin says, "Thank you, Herald."
>
Kippe applauds Regwen politely.
>
Mourdeyan agrees with Deavon.
>
Missoni stands up.
>
(Khazaann misses Sir Brinn.)
>agree deavon
You agree with Deavon.
>
Guarrin faces Regwen and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
>
Ardwen nods at Deavon.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "Well done, herald. I look forward to sharing with the chamberlain your talents."
>
The acorn amulet hanging from Perigourd's neck suddenly flares a bright shade of green.
>
Regwen curtsies gracefully to Guarrin.
>
Evia turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Ardwen nods at Khazaann.
>
Evia says, "I adore that telling."
>
Muiritz nods at Perigourd.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Cryheart nods at Evia.
>
Mourdeyan agrees with Evia.
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Regwen says, "Thank ye very much."
>
Guarrin says, "Now, Batchwyn Missoni has another Tale of the Order to share."
>
Regwen curtsies gracefully to Jarnsaixa.
>
Trembling violently, the silver stars jump from point to point with great vigor.
>
Muiritz takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Missoni with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Missoni nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
>
Jarnsaixa smiles.
>
Roelaren smiles at Jarnsaixa.
>
Gutstorm turns to Regwen and cheers!
>
Missoni strides a few steps forward.
>
Perigourd takes a drink from his Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Guarrin says, "Bathcwyn, the floor is yours."
>
Kothos smiles at Missoni.
>
Cryheart turns to face Missoni.
>
Missoni unfolds her chair and carefully places the chair on the floor.
>
Mourdeyan smiles at Missoni.
>
Riend nods in agreement at Sirona.
>
Cryheart turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Regwen turns around.
>
Kothos whistles at Missoni!
>
Perigourd takes a moment to observe Missoni.
>
Evia turns to face Missoni.
>
Deavon smiles at Missoni.
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Oxhammer looks rather relaxed.
>
Bernadette turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Khazaann takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>
Atreuss turns to Missoni and cheers!
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
Looking to buy 1 dull white soulstone - paying 15k.

Missoni strides in front of a chair of undyed silk propped on flora-motif carved illthorn legs and sits, perching primly on the front half of the seat. She crosses her ankles and tucks her feet beneath the chair.
>
Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
>
Regwen sits down.
>
Kothos turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Oxhammer turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Riend takes a moment to observe Missoni.
>
Swirling around almost violently, the silver stars rush around with urgency.
>
Tebon applauds Missoni.
>
Roelaren turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Sirona whispers something to Riend.
>
Missoni begins, "This is a song of the rescue of Korm from Jantalar. It was written shortly after the event by Eirinn the Bard, daughter of Aonghus and Elana, and was collected for our library by Lord Errick Dyfedd."
>
Khazaann turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
Sirona smiles at Missoni.
>
The black acorn amulet hanging from Gutstorm's neck glows sanguine.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Missoni adds, "It is to him I owe thanks for preserving it, so that I could perform it tonight."
>
Atreuss turns an inquisitive ear toward Missoni.
>
The red squirrel on Gutstorm's shoulder makes a sudden flying leap, apparently trying to gain access to the top of his head. Muttering under his breath, he manages to herd the recalcitrant rodent back to his shoulder.
>
Kippe settles his gaze on Missoni, watching her intently.
>
Missoni rubs her vortex stone prism. A pale mist swirls sinuously down her arm and coalesces into the form of a pale ethereal mandolin twinkling with prismatic motes along argentine strings in her left hand.
>
Roelaren smiles at Missoni.
>
(Missoni smooths her skirts before resting the mandolin on her lap, her fingers readied against the metal of the strings that gleams in the warm firelight.)
>
The silver stars collide with each other forcefully, creating showers of sparks.
>
Alosaka leans forward.
>smile warmly at Missoni
Balantine smiles warmly at Missoni
>
Missoni recites:

"Come, gather, hear my tale
Of valor and nobility
Of Gryphons gathered in their flight
To keep our Landing free."

>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Geijon's neck before fading away.
>
(Missoni begins a soft but measured strumming on her mandolin, the tempo a brisk march in a major key.)
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Deavon grins.
>
Atreuss closes his eyes for a moment.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"In past there was a foul man, a Baron born and bred
To battle fierce he'd often go, his coming we would dread.
Gryphons mighty, gathered 'round, Fierce warriors and brave
To join a dwarven man stepped forth, his help he freely gave."

>
Trembling violently, the silver stars jump from point to point with great vigor.
>
Missoni recites:

"Grief! Agony! Pain and loss!
Brave Korm was gone to us
Jantalar, you'll pay the price
Your death is worth the fuss."

>
Evia leans softly against Geijon.
>
Geijon begins chuckling at Evia!
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Through sewers rank and smelly walked past the horrid bugs
Though so quietly not to be heard our motions soon were caught
We stumbled on a half-ogre, half-centaur: mighty guard
Gurbah, how we treated you, makes my heart-strings taut."

>
Ardwen's dwarf empath tattoo forages around his skin for a moment but doesn't appear to have any luck finding what he was looking for. With nonchalant shrug, the dwarf empath tattoo gives up.
>
Kothos smiles at Raelee.
>
The silver stars twirl and spin around in a passionate waltz.
>
(Missoni leans forward, her fingers still following the tempo as she meets Evia's eyes.)
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Goldstr's sentient potato hums an adventurous tune!
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Battle-lust had reign of us, first thought was to attack
But shocked and awed, our mouths gaped wide, no defense did he lack.
Rightly so you angered were, the Gryphons tried to mend
Though one could not believe that you could become a friend."

>
Morandas cackles at Missoni!
>
Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
>
Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.
>
Kippe nods understandingly at Riend.
>
The silver stars collide with each other forcefully, creating showers of sparks.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"First duel came and went with ease, you turned his blade aside.
Yet rather than your vengeance seek, you watched our heroes bide
No magic in those sordid halls beneath the horrid land
And firmly 'gainst our Gryphons you still had might to stand."

>
A battered antique faewood crate waddles over to the mural-sided Perigourd cassone and examines it. The crate's lid opens slightly, and the ornamental scrollwork along its lid manages to convey a contemptuous sneer.
>
Goldstr lifts a waxy sentient potato coupled with a blue trafel mushroom from his shoulder.
>
Evia takes a bite of her buttered yam.
>
Goldstr put a waxy sentient potato coupled with a blue trafel mushroom in his spidersilk cloak.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Surpised were we at your advice of a hidden room
Saved the Lord who with you fought from his very doom
Magic worked our hero lived, and still you gave them pause
So, thus when the next Lord spoke, his challenge had a cause."

>
Roelaren takes a bite of her warm apple pie.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
>
(Missoni transitions from the series of chords to brisk arpeggios, the notes ringing more quickly as the song builds in intensity.)
>
The silver stars waver slightly before fading away into nothingness.
>
Kippe looks over at Riend and shakes his head.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"This time the battle longer went, and yet you still stood fast
Our heroes wondered what to do, they needed to get past
The healer sweet had seen you wince, and cured you from your pain
And grateful you decided to join the Gryphon's train."

>
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Cosannie on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

""You Lords," you said, "Are brave to stand up to my skill
And I have more respect for you than my master's will.
I will travel on with you, to see what next will be."
And that is how the Gryphons Silver passed to the next key."

>
Kothos smiles.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Once again we walked our course down a darkened stair
We came upon an iron door that led to Gods know where
The first who had raised sword before, humble, knelt to pick
We were glad to hear the sound of one submissive "click."

>
Deavon agrees with Geijon.
>
Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Riend furrows her brow.
>
Mourdeyan taps something in an epauletted ebon brocade bodice.
>
Roelaren helps herself to a slice of apricot-stuffed pork.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| Thagoria of the Sorcerer Guild will be raffling off a minor demon summoning rune teaching to 1 winner, to be drawn on Friday, January 31, at 9pm, outside the Mist Harbor Bank. The ticket price is 100k silvers. This includes abyran'sa. This will not be a delayed service. The winner must be a sorcerer, must be at least level 25, must be in the room, and must be Premium. If the winner already knows 5 uncommon runes, they will need to forget one to replace it.

(Missoni sets her hands on the strings, stifling the notes to allow her voice to ring clearly across the hall. Her fingers snap with a *click*.)
>
Geijon begins chuckling at Deavon!
>
Geijon nods at Guarrin.
>
Missoni recites:

"Evil! Horrors! What we beheld!
The dungeon, cells abound
A bloated arm from one of them
Yet no corpse to be found!"

>
Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
>
Cryheart's sentient potato hums an epic melody, filled with complexities!
>
(Missoni touches the mandolin's strings again. A series of hushed notes stream forth to match a hushed tone in her voice.)
>sigh
You sigh.
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his right upper arm.
>
Khazaann takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Dread pursued within our hearts as we approached a door
Black as ever horrors were, from ceiling to the floor
A scream rang crisply through the room, an elven woman: Dead
No help in sight but pray for her, avenge her death instead."

>
Morandas removes a smelly toy corpse from in his vruul skin jacket.
>
Deavon stares off into space.
>
Kippe smiles at Riend.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"Our breaths were held when the Lord knelt the black door for to try
And in the distance, the dreadful note of a child's cry
We hastened quickly through the door afraid of what lay there
And what we saw I guarantee turned white our every hair."

>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"We rushed on through, tried not to look, our next door stood in wait
And opened came the lock, submitting to its fate"

>
(Missoni slows her fingers, the notes of the mandolin fading slowly this time, rather than abruptly stopping. She waits for silence, her eyes scanning those gathered before beginning anew, this time sans accompaniment.)
>
Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly. The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.
>
The golden corona surrounding Evia's acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
>
Missoni takes a deep breath.
>
Missoni softly says, "Our hearts stopped cold... To what we saw a-lying on the floor."
>
Alosaka leans forward.
>
Delindra leans forward.
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Missoni grimly says, "Korm's corpse lay there, abused and dead, amongst the blood and gore."
>
A pained expression crosses Evia's face.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Meglorna blinks.
>
Guarrin shakes his head, totally at a loss.
>
Delindra flinches.
>
Missoni sings softly:

"Fortune was that we could still return him from Her grasp
Sweet Lorminstra decided to release him to our clasp.
All he wore: a stained loincloth, and blood ran from his pores
And calming Gurbah seemed the next of our long chores."

>
Jarnsaixa frowns.
>
Deavon sighs softly.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Missoni nods grimly.
>
Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Missoni sings softly:

"Retribution in the lands of Jantalar is fierce
The torture room proves death not proud, and brings us to more tears
But yet, Gurbah, ye set us free, our friend away to tow
And back into the small store room, our party was to go."

>
The visage of a bear briefly obscures Oxhammer's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Meglorna hangs her head.
>
Kothos looks thoughtfully at Missoni.
>
Missoni sings softly:

"Korm, bespelled and weak, bereft of his arm, alive
The Silver Gryphons, cleric mage, and our wily guide
We ran for our lives back through the dank and dismal sewer maze
Until Talenni, Queen of Thieves, had caught us in her gaze."

>
Delindra slowly empties her lungs.
>
Muiritz takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Muiritz looks as if he is in pain.
>
Deavon lets out a cheer!
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin.
>
Missoni sings softly:

"Now that the end was in sight, we finally could smile
Korm took a look at the footpad, and turned toward his exile
We stopped him, and explained to him that she had helped us out
And so the rescue was complete, we'd freed him from the lout."

>
Jarnsaixa leans forward.
>
Perigourd ponders.
>
Kippe nods in agreement at Riend.
>
Evia says, "Which Thrudh called the Poop water place."
>
Evia nods.
>
Meliyara laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Evia.
>
Kippe looks thoughtfully at Missoni.
>
Regwen nods slowly.
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Missoni sings with a soaring soprano:

"So, come ye gentles one and all, and praise to the great people
Who valiantly fought and won the freedom of their friend
The Silver Gryphons, Warriors brave who fight to keep us free
For them this ballad has been sung, Their Glory I decree!"

>
Kothos chuckles.
>
Mourdeyan grins at Evia.
>
Akenna takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
(Missoni strums a single chord, allowing its cheerful tone to fade to silence before bowing her head.)
>
Meliyara applauds Missoni warmly.
>
Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.
>
Cryheart applauds Missoni.
>
Roelaren smiles at Missoni.
>
Guarrin applauds Missoni.
>
Alosaka applauds.
>
Deavon turns to Missoni and cheers!
>
Tebon applauds Missoni.
>
Bernadette applauds Missoni.
>
Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
>
Morandas says, "Miss Thrudh ton lot."
>
Regwen applauds Missoni.
>
Jarnsaixa applauds Missoni.
>
Akenna applauds Missoni.
>cheer missoni
Riend applauds Missoni warmly.
>
Kothos applauds Missoni.
>
Perigourd applauds Missoni.
>
You turn to Missoni and cheer!
>
Atreuss hoots at Missoni.
>
Evia applauds Missoni.
>
Perigourd's acorn amulet flickers various shades of green.
>
Ardwen turns to Missoni and cheers!
>
Missoni stands up.
>
Delindra turns to Missoni and cheers!
>
Atreuss applauds.
>
Sirona applauds Missoni warmly.
>
Roelaren applauds Missoni.
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.
>
Guarrin grins at Morandas.
>
Cryheart says, "Well done, Bathcwyn Missoni."
>
Sirona smiles at Missoni.
>
Evia says, "Beautiful."
>
Mourdeyan applauds Missoni.
>
Muiritz applauds.
>
Speaking warmly to Missoni, Kothos exclaims, "Brilliant, my friend!"
>
Oxhammer hoots at Missoni.
>
Deavon agrees with Cryheart.
>
Missoni warmly says, "Thank you all."
>
Delindra says, "Gorgeous."
>
Kippe applauds Missoni warmly.
>
Khazaann applauds Missoni.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Meglorna's leather herb kit.
>
A muted crackle emanates from Missoni's illthorn kit.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "If I may, Bathcwyn, I had a question for you... Regarding your story."
>
Speaking to Missoni, Guarrin says, "A truly, truly wonderful rendition."
>
Kippe smiles at Missoni.
>
Meglorna smiles.
>
Evia helps herself to some buttery garlic roasted asparagus.
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Oxhammer looks rather relaxed.
>
Speaking to Missoni, Kothos says, "You must promise me you will give Reynai an encore performance."
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Missoni says, "Of course."
>
Speaking to Missoni, Roelaren says, "Well done."
>
Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
>
Kothos rests a gentle hand on Missoni's arm.
>
Guarrin takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Raelee glances between Jarnsaixa and Missoni.
>
Ardwen pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "The footpad."
>
Geijon whispers something to Missoni.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The clean, crisp scent of jasmine wafts from the cup, the exquisite fragrance enhancing the delicate taste of the tea.
You have one quaff left.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Speaking to Kothos, Missoni exclaims, "And certainly!"
>
Oxhammer turns an inquisitive ear toward Jarnsaixa.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
Ardwen looks rather relaxed.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Kothos smiles at Missoni.
>
Kothos turns to face Jarnsaixa.
>
Jarnsaixa asks, "What was the name again?"
>
Perigourd folds his hands behind his back.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Missoni says, "The Queen of Thieves? Talenni."
>
Kothos glances between Jarnsaixa and Missoni.
>
The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
Geijon nods at Jarnsaixa.
>
Jarnsaixa looks lost in thought.
>
Murharzarm applauds.
>
Deavon nods at Jarnsaixa.
>
Cryheart nods at Jarnsaixa.
>
Guarrin casually glances at Jarnsaixa.
>
Jarnsaixa nods slowly.
>
Guarrin clears his throat.
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Missoni says, "You are familar with her daughter, i think."
>
Geijon says, "Th' same."
>
Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin.
>
Morandas says, "I've known a few thieves in my life."
>
Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
>
Meliyara looks thoughtfully at Missoni.
>
Temperess grins at Morandas.
>
The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "Ah, then it is the same one."
>
Jarnsaixa nods at Missoni.
>
Missoni nods at Jarnsaixa.
>
Perigourd nods understandingly.
>
Sirona nods once.
>
Evia nods.
>
Evia takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Guarrin says, "Thank you again, Missoni."
>
Speaking to Morandas, Kothos says, "They are charming conversationalists."
>
Guarrin applauds politely.
>
Morandas shows Missoni his toy corpse.
>
Kothos winks at Morandas.
>
Alosaka smiles.
>
Morandas pulls his toy corpse.
A smelly toy corpse wails in exquisite agony!
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Missoni says, "And thank you."
>
Murharzarm glares at a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine in his hand.
>
Missoni collapses the legs of her silk chair and folds it up, tucking it under her arm.
>
Cryheart grins at Morandas.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Morandas grins at Kothos.
>
Kippe smiles at Missoni.
>
Missoni takes a few steps back.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|TIP| Ever find an item and wonder who last owned it to return it? If the item was registerd by the prior owner, you can look up their name using the new REGISTER INFO verb no matter where you might be. You can only see the last person, so don't register it yourself till you've checked. https://gswiki.play.net/REGISTER_(verb) .

Geijon says, "Tis tinged with sorrow that some of these tales are no longer here, and thus we honor these tales of chivalry."
>
Roelaren pours herself a glass of Chastonia claret.
>
A log crashes and falls over into the fire. The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.
>
Ardwen begins chuckling at Morandas!
>
Guarrin exclaims, "Now that we have learned a bit about our history, our first competitor for the evening!"
>
Atreuss helps himself to a wine-sauced filet of beef.
>
Missoni walks over to the chair and settles down.
>
Cryheart nods at Geijon.
>
Jarnsaixa nods at Geijon.
>
Guarrin turns to face Delindra.
>
Perigourd lets loose a loud whoop of delight.
>
Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
>
Bernadette nods at Geijon.
>
Delindra smiles.
>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest before fading away.
>
Morandas put a smelly toy corpse in his vruul skin jacket.
>
Guarrin applauds Delindra.
>
Alosaka turns to face Delindra.
>
Geijon nods slowly.
>
Morandas gets a strange look on his face as he rubs his Times Press Pass. But that's not really unusual, is it?
>
Delindra curtsies.
>
Guarrin exclaims, "Delindra, the floor is yours!"
>
Oxhammer nods at Missoni.
>
Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
>
Kothos applauds Delindra.
>
Delindra says, "Good evening, friends."
>
Delindra smiles.
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>
Kothos grins at Delindra.
>
Guarrin nods.
>
Riend smiles at Delindra.
>
Sirona smiles at Delindra.
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>
An eclipse of spectral moths flutters out from inside Delindra's cloak, dropping a gold-inlaid maple lute into her hand.
>
Guarrin walks over to the chair and settles down.
>
Mourdeyan applauds Delindra.
>
Deavon smiles at Delindra.
>turn delindra
You turn to face Delindra.
>
Regwen applauds Delindra.
>
Kothos whistles at Delindra!
>
Cinabar applauds Delindra.
>
Riend takes a tiny sip of her jasmine tea, warming her lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.
>
Missoni applauds Delindra warmly.
>
Bernadette applauds Delindra.
>
Meglorna pours herself a flute of Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Temperess applauds Delindra.
>
Cosannie applauds.
>
Raelee takes a moment to observe Delindra.
>
Atreuss applauds Delindra.
>
Missoni's ethereal mandolin dissipates.
>
Morandas turns to Delindra and cheers!
>
Oxhammer glances around the room.
>
Roelaren smiles at Delindra.
>
Akenna applauds politely.
>
(Delindra sets her fingers to her lute strings, playing a soft, slow tune, her normally jovial expression changing to one of intense focus.)
>
Missoni pours herself a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne.
>
Meglorna beams!
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Muiritz applauds.
>
Delindra gently says, "I collected this song from a man who wrote about a voyage, a tale he had heard many times before putting it to music. Which voyage is unimportant, though; enough that it was long, and hard, and the crew faced many dangers along the way. After great struggles and conflicts, they were successful in their quest, which was to keep their families safe."
>
Khazaann turns an inquisitive ear toward Delindra.
>
Delindra smiles.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Delindra gently says, "But... as they set out once more, they realized they were in uncharted waters, with no idea of how to find their way home again. This is their song of hope, of perseverance in adversity, that they might survive the journey, and see their loves once more."
>
Geijon grins at Morandas.
>
Deliberately, Delindra wraps her hand around the neck of her lute, sets her fingers to the strings and begins to play.
>
Geijon nods at Guarrin.
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Sirona nods slowly.
>
Morandas nods at Geijon.
>
Gutstorm leans back, trying to ignore the shuffling of a white-bellied red squirrel as it creeps from one of his shoulders to the other, whacking him a few times in the chin with its long fluffy tail.
>
Delindra sings flowingly:

"Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round, into the weather
Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward
To Haven Bay"

>
Kothos smiles at Delindra.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Delindra bridges her song into a new key, taking it to new heights of intensity.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Delindra sings confidently:

"What care we, boys, how white the waves are?
What care we, boys, of wind or weather?
When we know that every inch is
Sailing homeward
To Haven Bay"

>
A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her neck.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
Missoni looks rather relaxed.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nightpixie echo in your mind:
Pixie's Body Modification Services is open for another 20 minutes! Featuring piercings (standard and dermal - mount piercing too!), scarifications, fancy hair braids and fancy nail polishing. TTM for a list of services and my current inventory.

Mourdeyan grabs a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider from inside her grey fur satchel.
>
Geijon takes a bite of his yeast wheat roll.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
Ardwen looks rather relaxed.
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
(Delindra appears to be absorbed in her hand moving across the fretboard, her face stoic as she continues to play.)
>
The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.
>
Delindra makes a dramatic change in the song's dynamics, sweeping from soft to loud in a sharp crescendo then back into the middle ranges.
>
Perigourd grins at Cryheart.
>
Temperess leans on Morandas.
>
Cryheart grins at Perigourd.
>
(Kothos leans back in his seat, tapping his foot to the low, sweet melody.)
>
Morandas winks at Temperess.
>
Delindra sings clearly:

"Clap your eyes on the sun arising
Gulls and doves fill the sky with feathers
Cut her loose, boys, for the h'rizon
We ll be home soon
In Haven Bay"

>
Morandas nods at Guarrin.
>
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Cosannie suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
Cosannie seems a bit less imposing.
>
The air about Cosannie stops shimmering.
>
Cosannie seems to lose some dexterity.
>
Cosannie becomes solid again.
>
Cosannie takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
>
A series of tempest blue lines suddenly appears on Cosannie's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
>
Paying complete attention to the lute's strings, Delindra begins building an intense melody.
>
Kothos says, "In Haven bay."
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
In a pleading whisper to Lorminstra, Meglorna prays for magical guidance as she prepares her spell.
Meglorna gestures.
>
Delindra sings melodically:

"Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round, into the weather
Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward
To Haven Bay"

>
Missoni smiles at Kothos.
>
Gutstorm's sentient potato hums a war song, fit for a decisive battle!
>
(Delindra finally turns her focus away from her lute to gaze out across the room, though her blue eyes are far away as she continues to sing.)
>
Cinabar checks her equipment, adjusting and rearranging her gear.
>
Delindra makes a dramatic change in the song's dynamics, sweeping from soft to loud in a sharp crescendo then back into the middle ranges.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Perigourd's leather kit.
>
Roelaren smiles at Delindra.
>
Kothos whispers something to Missoni.
>You hear the General thoughts of Ishtae echo in your mind:
The ghost of Ishtae thinks, "Dead in 7432 hard to drag or fog from here prob just need a cleric if anyone can."

Meglorna hugs her knees and sways side to side.
>
Delindra sings wistfully:

"Our loves await us, on the bank, or
Looking seaward from the heather
Pull her round, boys, then you ll anchor
Ere the sun sets
On Haven Bay"

>
Deavon nods at Guarrin.
>
Delindra plucks her instrument's lower strings, adding a driving bass foundation to the melody.
>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest before fading away.
>
Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
>
Morandas nods at Temperess.
>
Morandas joins Temperess's group.
>
Delindra accentuates her song with emphatic strums, adding to the intensity.
>You hear the General thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Drizdark thinks, "Omw Ishtae."

Delindra sings tenderly:

"Our loves are waiting, anticipating
For the end of our adventures.
Don t you cry, loves, we re returning
To the home shores
Of Haven Bay"

>
Atreuss takes a drink from his Farn's root beer.
>You hear the General thoughts of Ishtae echo in your mind:
The ghost of Ishtae thinks, "Thank you so much."

Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Kothos gazes admiringly at Delindra.
>
Mourdeyan sways back and forth.
>
The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.
>
Kippe bites his lip.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Kippe shifts his weight.
>
(Delindra pauses a moment before launching into the final chorus, taking a deep breath. The words come soft and slow at first, her voice and lute playing slowly growing in intensity before the final words ring out.)
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Delindra makes a dramatic change in the song's dynamics, sweeping from soft to loud in a sharp crescendo then back into the middle ranges.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|MERCHANT| Qozahr the Magnificent will spin for 5 winners to receive magic item recharging for 1 item on Monday, January 27 at 7pm, outside the Wehnimer's Landing temple in Erebor Square. Cost is variable depending on the item. Only those customers Qozahr has not done recharging for this year are eligible. Note that the merchant recharging of a magical item will reduce its maximum possible charges by 5 each time it is recharged.

Khazaann smiles at Delindra.
>
Kothos nods rhythmically.
>
Delindra sings slowly:

"Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round, into the weather
Heel ye ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward
To Haven Bay"

>
Paying complete attention to the lute's strings, Delindra begins building an intense melody.
>
(Delindra bows her head, hands going still across her lute. She closes her eyes as the final notes ring out, then slowly silence.)
>
Akenna lets out a long, contemplative breath.
>
Kothos shivers.
>
Alosaka smiles.
>
Kothos applauds Delindra.
>
Jarnsaixa applauds.
>
Missoni applauds Delindra warmly.
>
Mourdeyan applauds Delindra.
>
Alosaka applauds.
>
Perigourd applauds warmly.
>
Meliyara applauds Delindra warmly.
>
Delindra slowly empties her lungs.
>
Kothos turns toward Delindra and renders a sharp salute with his mulled red wine.
>
Deavon applauds Delindra.
>
Akenna applauds.
>
Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
>
Delindra curtsies.
>
Guarrin applauds Delindra.
>
Murharzarm applauds Delindra.
>
Morandas lets out a cheer!
>
Goldstr applauds.
>
Meglorna applauds Delindra.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Roelaren applauds Delindra.
>
Riend applauds Delindra warmly.
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>
Regwen applauds Delindra.
>
Sirona applauds Delindra warmly.
>
Khazaann applauds Delindra.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Meglorna beams happily at Delindra!
>
Atreuss turns to Delindra and cheers!
>
Kippe applauds Delindra politely.
>
Morandas turns to Delindra and cheers!
>
Delindra smiles.
>
Roelaren turns to Delindra and cheers!
>
Sirona smiles at Delindra.
>
Delindra clasps her hands before her in homage, the sleeves of her aganjira robes pooling at her wrists, as she dips into a low, demure curtsy.
>
Delindra bridges her song into a new key, taking it to new heights of intensity.
>
Speaking to Delindra, Missoni murmurs, "Beautiful."
>
Geijon chuckles.
>applaud delindra
You applaud Delindra.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
>
Meglorna grins.
>
The fel totem suspended from Geijon's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against his sternum before falling silent again.
>
Delindra murmurs, "Thank you."
>
(Kothos leans forward, running his fingers lightly over his eyelids, wiping away a little moisture.)
>
Kothos smiles at Delindra.
>say ::roelaren gonna hae that tune in my head for days
Speaking to Delindra, Guarrin exclaims, "Well done!"
>
Speaking quietly to Roelaren, you say, "Gonna hae that tune in my head for days."
>
Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
>grin
You grin.
>
Meglorna softly says, "That was wonderful."
>
Speaking to Delindra, Kothos says, "That is my favorite song, my friend."
>
Delindra smiles at Kothos.
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
>
With a final dramatic flourish, Delindra takes her fingers from the strings, letting the notes fade into a profound silence.
>
Raelee surreptitiously glances at Kothos.
>
Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
>
Roelaren says, "I know what ye mean."
>
Murharzarm pours himself a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne.
>
Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
>
Delindra says, "It is one of my favorites as well."
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
>
Speaking warmly to Delindra, Kothos says, "You were marvelous."
>
Roelaren nods to you.
>
Kothos gives Delindra a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Geijon ponders.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Bernadette smiles.
>
The angry growl of a bear suddenly erupts from near Oxhammer.
>
Regwen smiles.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Ardwen seems to lose an aura of confidence.
>
Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
The fire goes quietly out. Small sounds come from the remaining bits of wood as they begin to cool off. A last wisp of smoke rises to signal surrender to the forces of nature.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Gutstorm looks rather relaxed.
>
Deavon chuckles.
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Deavon tickles Geijon as they grin at each other.
>
A soft, staccato clack of stone on stone sounds from Geijon's direction.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his plum-colored wine.
CS: +111 - TD: +111 + CvA: +12 + d100: +37 - +10 == +39
Warded off!
>
Speaking quietly to Missoni, Kothos says, "In 'Haven, I like to walk the Seamaid's halls, and listen to the dockworkers sing that, as they do their jobs."
>
Morandas asks, "Where's me lute?"
>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest before fading away.
>
Geijon nods at Guarrin.
>
Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
>
Deavon says, "Bad plum wine."
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
Temperess says, "You have it in your hands dear."
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Oxhammer looks rather relaxed.
>
Deavon shakes her head.
>
Geijon takes a bite of his yeast wheat roll.
>
Morandas stares off into space.
>
Morandas says, "Thanks."
>
Speaking to Deavon, Murharzarm says, "I cannot let it defeat me."
>
Roelaren nods at Deavon.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>You hear the Invoker thoughts of echo in your mind:
The invoker thinks, "Residents of Mist Harbor, I will be arriving at Honeysuckle and Rose Avenue in approximately 15 minutes to offer spells to those in need."

Geijon grins.
>
Kothos grins at Murharzarm.
>
Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Raelee takes a drink from her brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Speaking agreeably to Murharzarm, Kothos says, "You are committed now."
>
Speaking to Kothos, Missoni says, "Oh, yes. The docks are so wonderfully lively."
>
Ardwen's dwarf empath tattoo forages around his skin for a moment but doesn't appear to have any luck finding what he was looking for. With nonchalant shrug, the dwarf empath tattoo gives up.
>
Guarrin says, "Very well, the judges have shared their scores with me. We will of course announce the results at the end of our tales."
>
Kothos smiles at Missoni.
>
Morandas lets out a cheer!
>
Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
>
Geijon's yew seed pendant flickers various shades of red.
>
Kippe begins chuckling at Sirona!
>
Sirona appears to be trying hard not to grin.
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
Guarrin exclaims, "Now, let us welcome Morandas!"
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Cryheart applauds Morandas.
>
Kothos applauds Morandas.
>
Ardwen asks, "Do we have to?"
>
Mourdeyan turns to face Morandas.
>
Alosaka nods.
>
Deavon turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
>turn moran
You turn to face Morandas.
>
Muiritz applauds.
>
Evia turns to Morandas and cheers!
>
Meglorna grins.
>
Guarrin says, "Morandas, you have the floor."
>
Cryheart grins at Ardwen.
>
Morandas reaches up and brushes a speck of dust from one of the lenses of his spectacles.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Alosaka turns to face Morandas.
>
Morandas takes a black silk tophat off his head.
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin at Kothos.
>
Morandas smiles at Guarrin.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas bows to Guarrin.
>
Missoni applauds Morandas warmly.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Morandas with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Morandas puts a black silk tophat on his head.
>
Regwen applauds Morandas.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Kippe smiles at Morandas.
>
Meglorna turns to Morandas and cheers!
>
Oxhammer applauds Morandas.
>
Roelaren smiles at Morandas.
>
Sirona smiles at Morandas.
>
Jarnsaixa turns to face Morandas.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
Ardwen looks rather relaxed.
>
Akenna applauds politely.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Deavon says, "I can only imagine what this is about."
>
Geijon says, "Ha. He's all in."
>
Morandas says, "Before I sing, I'd like to say a few words."
>
A faint silvery glow fades from around Mourdeyan.
>
Sirona tilts her head toward Morandas, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
>
Regwen turns an inquisitive ear toward Morandas.
>
Ardwen asks, "Will they make sense?"
>
Cryheart turns an inquisitive ear toward Morandas.
>
Ardwen peers quizzically at Morandas.
>
Roelaren turns an inquisitive ear toward Morandas.
>
Deavon cowers away from Morandas.
>
Meglorna appears to be trying hard not to grin.
>
Morandas says, "So many are gone, and won't return. I am grateful to be here. Lorminstra guide you all."
>
* Corbanstorm just bit the dust!
>
Deavon begins chuckling at Ardwen!
>look morandas
You see Lord Morandas Vinewise the High Priest.
He appears to be a Sylvankind.
He is tall. He appears to be ancient. He has almond-shaped violet eyes and fair skin. He has long, platinum hair worn in elaborate braids. He has an angular face and dimpled cheeks.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a tattooed symbol of Lorminstra on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a fel lute in his right hand.
He is wearing a black silk tophat, an enameled onyx night sky pendant, a magnificent scarlet high priest's cape stitched handsomely in veniom with silver mithril accents, a mithril juggernaut pin, some silver-insigiled ebon silk casting gloves, a pair of acid-etched silver-framed spectacles with mirrored lenses, a black vruul skin jacket, an Elanthian Times Press Pass, a magnificent crimson haversack, a black mail backpack, some supple dark grey leathers with a cackling cleric stitched on the chest, a pair of branded black vruul hide wristbands, a handsome wedding band, an alms bag, a gold-stringed thraak skin sack, a golden samite kilt, and a pair of vruul skin boots.
>
Khazaann sighs.
>
Ardwen grins at Morandas.
>
Meglorna beams happily at Morandas!
>
Morandas raises his hands to the strings of his lute and begins to play.
>
Roelaren nods at Morandas.
>
Deavon smiles at Morandas.
>
Gutstorm grunts at Morandas in agreement.
>
The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
Guarrin nods in agreement at Morandas.
>
Kothos grins.
>
Missoni nods in agreement.
>
Deavon kisses Morandas on the cheek.
>
Evia smiles.
>
* Evlakaan just bit the dust!
>
Kippe nods appreciatively at Morandas.
>
Jarnsaixa nods at Guarrin.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|SUNDAY| #TODAY in Elanthia: |Until Sundown: Wisteria Markets-ILLI| ** |Noon: Maleise GALD (Premium)-FWI| ** |Noon: Brunch-RR| ** |2pm: Formal Court Session-TV| ** |3pm: Detailed Work with Myrinai (Premium)-FWI| ** |~8:20pm: Premium Trove Draws for Sorcerer's Grasp of the Grave Customization-FWI| ** |9pm: Tales of Chivalry-WL| ** |9pm: Fabric of Our Lifes-CYS| (All Times Eastern) .

Sirona holds back her tears, her eyes glistening with pain.
>
Jarnsaixa nods at Morandas.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
>
Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
>
Regwen nods appreciatively at Morandas.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his plum-colored wine.
CS: +111 - TD: +111 + CvA: +12 + d100: +86 - +10 == +88
Warded off!
>
Geijon agrees with Morandas.
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his face.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Kothos chuckles.
>
Deavon says, "We' ll decide if we're glad after you perform."
>
Deavon winks at Morandas.
>
Murharzarm shudders.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Ardwen looks as if he is in pain.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Meliyara takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
>
Speaking to Murharzarm, Evia says, "Almost there, you can do it."
>
Geijon gobbles down his yeast wheat roll in one enormous bite.
>
Ardwen pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
Akenna takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
>
Morandas says, "Please join my wife Temperess so she can whisper something to you so you can hear my song ... in a special way."
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Speaking to Evia, Murharzarm says, "I have vanquished it."
>
Gutstorm joins Temperess's group.
>
Delindra joins Temperess's group.
>
Ardwen joins Temperess's group.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Alosaka ponders.
>
Alosaka joins Temperess's group.
>
Evia joins Temperess's group.
>
Sirona joins Temperess's group.
>
Perigourd ponders.
>
Geijon says, "Judges cannot."
>
Roelaren joins Temperess's group.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Missoni joins Temperess's group.
>
Khazaann joins Temperess's group.
>
Perigourd joins Temperess's group.
>
Murharzarm joins Temperess's group.
>
Deavon joins Temperess's group.
>
Kothos joins Temperess's group.
>
Geijon pours himself a mug of amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
Murharzarm looks rather relaxed.
>
Oxhammer joins Temperess's group.
>
The very powerful look leaves Geijon.
The white light leaves Geijon.
>
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Geijon.
>
The misty halo fades from Geijon.
>
The deep blue glow leaves Geijon.
>
The powerful look leaves Geijon.
>
The light blue glow leaves Geijon.
>
Geijon becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
>
Geijon appears to lose some internal strength.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Meglorna joins Temperess's group.
>
Regwen joins Temperess's group.
>
Guarrin says, "We can recovene."
>
Guarrin joins Temperess's group.
>
Eldryl joins Temperess's group.
>
Raelee joins Temperess's group.
>
Geijon nods.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Geijon eyes something in a claw-clasped black cloak up and down with a thoughtful expression on his face.
>
Muiritz joins Temperess's group.
>
Akenna joins Temperess's group.
>
Kippe joins Temperess's group.
>
Cryheart joins Temperess's group.
>join temper
You join Temperess.
Your spirit is bolstered by a great sense of faith and conviction.
You feel more secure basking in the glow of divine protection.
>
Geijon joins Temperess's group.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
>
Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Da tempation to high."
>
Kippe glances at Riend.
>
Sirona grins at Gutstorm.
>
Temperess says, "Let me say that again, i left a few out."
>
Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Gutstorm looks rather relaxed.
>
(OOC) Temperess's player whispers to the group, "Https://suno.com/song/d6f2abbd-1e91-402b-a019-a6d8a49d8dcb >"
>
The red squirrel on Gutstorm's shoulder slinks downwards, controlling its descent with scrabbly little claws, until it disappears with a curious squeak into an ale-stained leather apron.
>
Roelaren grins at Gutstorm.
>
Morandas nods.
>
Meliyara joins Temperess's group.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 764 Bonus - 4.5m/week - 150k available (up to S5)(897 bonus with 2 fixskills)
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 596 Bonus - 3.5m/week - 100k available (up to S3)

Cryheart's sentient potato hums an adventurous tune!
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Evia whispers to the group, "How fun!"
>
Riend joins Temperess's group.
>
Atreuss joins Temperess's group.
>
Riend grins sheepishly.
>
(OOC) Temperess's player whispers to the group, "Https://suno.com/song/d6f2abbd-1e91-402b-a019-a6d8a49d8dcb >"
>
(OOC) Kothos's player whispers to the group, "This is adorable!"
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings earnestly:

"It started as a simple stroll through Town Square Central's streets,
With Lorminstra's will to guide me, and my mission to complete.
But fate had planned a jest for me, as I marched with holy might,
I stubbed my toe on an amulet......"

>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings shriekingly:

"And yelped in startled fright!"

>
Morandas marches up to Geijon and gives him a crisp salute.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings gleefully:

"Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there,
But the goddess must've chuckled as I tumbled through town square.
I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone,
For a cleric's life's not graceful, but......."

>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas winks at Regwen.
>
Morandas sings playfully:

"Oh, it's fun!"

>
Morandas pokes Evia in the ribs.
>
Riend joins Kippe's group.
>
Evia giggles.
>
Bernadette joins Temperess's group.
>
Atreuss flashes a wide grin.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings grumpily:

"My head met a wooden shield with a resonating thud,
I saw stars and cackled loudly as I rose up from the mud.
"Lorminstra, grant me mercy!" I cried to the open skies,
Yet a snort escaped my lips"

>
Kothos chuckles.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Deavon chuckles.
>
Morandas sings sadly:

"And tears filled my eyes."

>
Atreuss lets out a cheer!
>
A battered antique faewood crate waddles over to the mural-sided Perigourd cassone and examines it. The crate's lid opens slightly, and the ornamental scrollwork along its lid manages to convey a contemptuous sneer.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Morandas sings melodically:

"Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there,
But the goddess must've chuckled as I tumbled through town square.
I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone,
For a cleric's life's not graceful, but......."

>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings playfully:

"Oh, it's fun!"

>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Morandas pokes Deavon in the ribs.
>
Evia laughs!
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings somberly:

"Just as I stood steady, a broadsword blocked my path,
Ochre and sharp, it sent me flying,oh, the aftermath!
I flailed like a whirlwind, my robes a tangled mess,
But through it all, I laughed aloud,what a blessed mess!"

>
Morandas cackles at Evia!
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Oxhammer's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Meglorna giggles.
>
Evia cackles at Morandas!
>
Kothos raises his voice in merry laughter.
>
Morandas winks at Meglorna.
>
Mourdeyan rests her hands on the hilts of her sheathed weapons.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Sirona grins.
>
Morandas begins to flirt with Temperess.
>
(OOC) Temperess's player whispers to the group, "Https://suno.com/song/d6f2abbd-1e91-402b-a019-a6d8a49d8dcb >laugh."
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin.
>
Temperess laughs!
>
A mixture of confusion and curiosity crosses Riend's mien as she studies Kippe.
>
Evia says, "Ochre."
>
Evia laughs!
>
Guarrin becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
>
Guarrin appears to lose some internal strength.
>
Kippe furtively glances at Riend.
>
The dim aura fades from around Temperess.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>
Kippe smiles at Riend.
>
(Evia taps to the tune.)
>
Mourdeyan raises an eyebrow.
>
Roelaren grins at Morandas.
>
Evia giggles.
>
Morandas continues playing his lute.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
Selling a new custom themed undead set -- a Pitch Black Wight Skin Weapon Harness fringed with Lich Finger bones (holds 5 and decreases weapon weight by 2 lbs) -- a Dark Spectre Skin Dagger Sheath inlaid with Ghost-Shaped White Soulstones (also decreases weapon weight by 2 lbs, currently belt worn but can change to thigh, wrist, arm, or ankle worn) -- some Shadowy Black Dirge Skin Boots buttoned with Skull-Shaped Doomstones (pocketed holds 2 small items) --- and some Ebon-Hued Vruul Skin Trousers embellished with a Goat-Horned Humanoid Skull Design... comes with a complimentary Wolf Hide Bag -- 1m for it all.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Leafiara echo in your mind:
Selling 701 bonus enchanting at 2.5m per week and Battle Standards up to P6 at 4m per week!

Morandas sings merrily:

"The townsfolk gawked and giggled as I crawled on hands and knees,
Muttering, "Lorminstra, guide me, through trials such as these!"
Though battered, bruised, and weary, my faith remained intact,
And every cackle echoed forth as proof of that one fact."

>
Kippe settles his gaze on Morandas, watching him intently.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings boisterously:

"Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there,
But the goddess must've chuckled as I tumbled through town square.
I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone,
For a cleric's life's not graceful, but......"

>
Morandas cackles!
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>
Morandas sings playfully:

"Oh, it's fun!"

>
Ardwen says, "Pretty sure that wasn't my ochre broadsword..."
>
Alosaka chuckles.
>
Morandas finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lute.
>
Kippe chuckles to himself.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas sings earnestly:

"So here's my grand confession, of my bumbling, holy plight,
I may not walk with elegance, but I cackle through the night.
For even in my clumsiness, Lorminstra lights my way,
I'm Morandas the Cackling Cleric, and I cackle all bloody day!"

>
Morandas cackles at Ardwen!
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>
Evia lets out a cheer!
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Morandas sings thunderously:

"So here's my grand confession, of my bumbling, holy plight,
I may not walk with elegance, but I cackle through the night.
For even in my clumsiness, Lorminstra lights my way,
I'm Morandas the Cackling Cleric, and I cackle all bloody day!"

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Morandas cackles!
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Muiritz seems a bit less imposing.
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The glowing specks of energy surrounding Muiritz suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
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The light blue glow leaves Muiritz.
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Muiritz returns to normal color.
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Muiritz appears to lose some internal strength.
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The air about Muiritz stops shimmering.
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Muiritz seems to lose some dexterity.
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Muiritz becomes solid again.
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Muiritz takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
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A series of grey-green lines suddenly appears on Muiritz's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
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Muiritz becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
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The deep blue glow leaves Muiritz.
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The misty halo fades from Muiritz.
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The silvery luminescence fades from around Muiritz.
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The brilliant luminescence fades from around Muiritz.
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The bright luminescence fades from around Muiritz.
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Morandas sings thunderously:

"I'm Morandas the Cackling Cleric, and I cackle all bloody day!"

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Evia cackles at Morandas!
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Morandas reaches up and brushes a speck of dust from one of the lenses of his spectacles.
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Morandas cackles!
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Delindra grins.
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Morandas takes a black silk tophat off his head.
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Morandas smiles.
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Morandas cackles!
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Morandas bows.
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Regwen grins at Morandas.
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Morandas puts a black silk tophat on his head.
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Morandas cackles!
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Meliyara applauds Morandas.
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Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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Missoni gazes in amusement at Morandas.
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Mourdeyan applauds.
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Missoni applauds Morandas warmly.
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Akenna applauds Morandas.
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Geijon chuckles.
>hoot
Ardwen applauds Morandas.
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Cryheart applauds Morandas.
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Evia exclaims, "Wooohoooo!"
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You hoot.
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Deavon turns to Morandas and cheers!
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Geijon applauds.
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Kothos applauds Morandas.
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Atreuss hoots.
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Regwen applauds Morandas.
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Temperess says, "You did good cackles."
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
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Evia applauds Morandas.
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Kippe applauds.
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Temperess gives Morandas a quick little smooch.
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
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Atreuss turns to Morandas and cheers!
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Goldstr grins.
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
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Riend applauds Morandas warmly.
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Evia turns to Morandas and cheers!
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Kothos exclaims, "Wonderful!"
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Muiritz applauds.
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Morandas cackles!
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
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Sirona beams at Morandas and claps her hands together in delight!
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Kothos applauds.
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Gutstorm applauds Morandas.
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Jarnsaixa applauds Morandas.
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Meglorna laughs!
>applaud whoop morandas
Alosaka nods approvingly.
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Roelaren applauds Morandas.
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You let out a loud whoop as you applaud Morandas!
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Kippe nods appreciatively at Morandas.
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Regwen turns to Morandas and cheers!
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Guarrin applauds politely.
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Roelaren applauds Morandas.
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Cinabar applauds Morandas.
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Sirona smiles.
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Evia says, "Almost yelled encore."
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Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Try being a shorcherer."
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Ardwen says, "I have to say, I have missed your cackling."
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Evia clasps her hand over her mouth.
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Morandas says, "Tis good to be back."
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Ardwen nods at Morandas.
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Guarrin adds Deavon to his group.
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Khazaann applauds Morandas.
>say ::roelaren Lord Elbromo woulda loved that one!
Speaking quietly to Roelaren, you exclaim, "Lord Elbromo woulda loved that one!"
>
Geijon asks, "Good, but good?"
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Guarrin adds Cryheart to his group.
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Roelaren joins Guarrin's group.
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Geijon grins.
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Murharzarm applauds Morandas.
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Cryheart nods.
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Meglorna grins at Gutstorm.
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Morandas cackles at Ardwen!
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Guarrin adds Geijon to his group.
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Sirona agrees with you.
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A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her nose.
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Goldstr agrees with you.
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Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Gutstorm looks rather relaxed.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
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Speaking warmly to Morandas, Kothos says, "You are quite the lyricist."
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Kothos nods at Morandas.
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Morandas bows to Kothos.
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Morandas cackles!
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A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest before fading away.
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Speaking drunkenly to Jarnsaixa, Gutstorm says, "Ye knowed, it ya wanted to see me, we coulda met at Helga's."
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Kippe pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
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Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
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Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Kippe's brow.
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Guarrin says, "Thank you Morandas. A moment while the judges discuss."
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Evia helps herself to a piece of spiced pumpkin pie.
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Bernadette nods.
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Kippe slowly empties his lungs.
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Speaking to Gutstorm, Jarnsaixa says, "I certainly would not go into that place."
>get tea on table
You pour yourself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Alosaka nods at Guarrin.
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Missoni surreptitiously glances at Gutstorm.
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Kippe glances skeptically at a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey on a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape.
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Guarrin takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The tea has a balanced, delicate flavor -- the refreshing scent and taste of jasmine blending beautifully with the tea leaves.
You have 4 quaffs left.
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Murharzarm says, "Just remember never cackle until your enemies are properly defeated. It's always a shame when they get to shove your cackles in your face."
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The acorn amulet hanging from Perigourd's neck glows forest green.
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Morandas bows to Guarrin.
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Cryheart grins at Jarnsaixa.
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Evia takes a bite of her garlic roasted asparagus.
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Evia pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Gutstorm raises an eyebrow in Jarnsaixa's direction.
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Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Morandas with an air of utmost politeness.
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Sirona grins at Murharzarm.
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Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
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Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Kothos says, "It can be a fun place, in many regards. I wouldn't consume anything there, however."
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Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Kippe's brow.
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Akenna chuckles.
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Guarrin says, "Thank you, once again, Morandas. Up next, we have Alosaka."
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Akenna grins at Murharzarm.
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Geijon takes a drink from his amaretto-laced coffee.
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Guarrin says, "Saka you have the floor."
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Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
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Missoni applauds Alosaka warmly.
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Evia applauds Alosaka.
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Kothos applauds Alosaka.
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The powerful look leaves Bernadette.
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The dim aura fades from around Bernadette.
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Bernadette begins to breathe less deeply.
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The dully illuminated mantle protecting Bernadette begins to falter, then completely fades away.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Guarrin nods encouragingly at Alosaka.
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Sirona smiles at Alosaka.
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Alosaka smiles.
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Missoni takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
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Akenna applauds Alosaka.
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Mourdeyan turns to face Alosaka.
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Murharzarm applauds Alosaka.
>turn alosaka
Khazaann turns an inquisitive ear toward Alosaka.
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You turn to face Alosaka.
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Alosaka stands up.
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Gutstorm grunts at Alosaka in greeting.
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Mourdeyan smiles.
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Regwen applauds Alosaka.
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Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
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Alosaka dusts himself off.
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Deavon grins at Alosaka.
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Cryheart applauds Alosaka.
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Morandas turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Evia takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Alosaka nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
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Roelaren turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Cryheart adjusts his kroderine plate, reinforcing weak spots.
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Meglorna beams happily at Alosaka!
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Sirona folds her hands in her lap.
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Perigourd nods at Muiritz.
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Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward Alosaka.
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Deavon smiles at Alosaka.
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Muiritz bows to Perigourd.
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Raelee takes a moment to observe Alosaka.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Perigourd faces Muiritz and crisply renders a chivalrous salute.
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Alosaka exclaims, "Well, if you all know me, you know my tales usually aren't as happy as the ones we just heard... but I promise not to torment you with my singing, so it should all work out!"
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Delindra tilts her head toward Alosaka, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
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Missoni gazes in amusement at Alosaka.
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Deavon chuckles.
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Evia chuckles.
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Morandas put a fel lute in his thraak skin sack.
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Gutstorm covers his ears.
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Meglorna pours herself a flute of Athalia's Arbor champagne.
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Riend takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Guarrin nods appreciatively at Alosaka.
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Muiritz nods at Perigourd.
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Alosaka grins.
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Jarnsaixa smiles.
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Roelaren smiles.
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Alosaka says, "I have a tale tonight about an unusual virtue. Not courage, or strength, or wisdom. Not temperance, or justice. Not mercy or faith."
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Temperess disbands her group.
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Temperess joins Morandas's group.
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Alosaka ponders.
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A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Meglorna's leather herb kit.
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A muted crackle emanates from Missoni's illthorn kit.
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Morandas gives Temperess a quick little smooch.
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The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Deavon. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
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Muiritz says, "Thank you for the amazing stories and have an amazing night all."
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Muiritz bows.
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A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Kothos on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>
Muiritz turns toward Cryheart and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Kothos bows to Muiritz.
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Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Muiritz with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Alosaka says, "Sometimes, when the world presents its darkest face, and all around is confusion and chaos, filled with people acting in the worst possible way, because they are misled into believing it is only pathway to good... I think Discernment might be the greatest virtue of them all."
>
Great Lord Muiritz just went down a newel staircase.
>salute muiritz
What were you referring to?
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Roelaren waves to Murharzarm.
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Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
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Alosaka says, "Discernment. The ability to tell what is true from false. Right from wrong."
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Kothos smiles at Alosaka.
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Akenna stands up.
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Alosaka says, "And so, friends, let me present the tale of Squire Tupelo of Mestanir."
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Akenna bobs down and back up in a quick curtsy.
>
Geijon smiles at Missoni.
>
Lady Akenna just went down a newel staircase.
>
Sirona smiles at Alosaka.
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Alosaka bows.
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Evia takes a bite of her spiced pumpkin pie.
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Perigourd looks thoughtfully at Alosaka.
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Alosaka says, "Once, in the duchy of Mestanir, there was born a hale young lad. Even as a child his parents and neighbors could see the extraordinary strength in his arms."
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Alosaka turns around.
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Alosaka strikes a heroic pose.
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Deavon helps herself to some honey-glazed roast duckling.
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Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Kippe looks rather relaxed.
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Alosaka says, "As soon as he was able to handle a shovel, he was out pretending it was a sword, playing Knights and Bandits with his friends."
>
Missoni nods appreciatively at Geijon.
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
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Kothos chuckles to himself.
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Deavon takes a bite of her roast duckling.
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Alosaka ponders.
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Alosaka ponders, "I suppose some things never get old."
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Alosaka shrugs.
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A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Atreuss on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Guarrin grumbles to himself.
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Alosaka glances at Guarrin.
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Evia takes a bite of her spiced pumpkin pie.
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Alosaka grins.
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Alosaka says, "Tupelo continued to grow, and it wasn't long before he came to the attention of the local Baron's men, who were always scouting for talent."
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Geijon turns toward Missoni and renders a sharp salute with his amaretto-laced coffee.
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Alosaka squints.
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Alosaka nods.
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Kothos smiles at Raelee.
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The powerful look leaves Atreuss.
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Atreuss begins to breathe less deeply.
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The dim aura fades from around Atreuss.
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The dully illuminated mantle protecting Atreuss begins to falter, then completely fades away.
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Geijon takes a drink from his amaretto-laced coffee.
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Alosaka says, "He had all the makings of a squire, at least. Maybe, they whispered, even a knight."
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The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
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Alosaka exclaims, "And so, barely old enough to grow the first wisps of a beard, he began his training!"
>
(Alosaka strokes his clean-shaven face, then abruptly strikes a fighting pose, punching at the air with quick huffs of breath!)
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Alosaka pants.
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Alosaka nods.
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* Jangrel will never see another sunset!
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Alosaka says, "He trained hard. For years he worked, always hearing the knights and other squires say how talented he was. How gifted."
>
Geijon nods at Missoni.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Alosaka slowly says, "How... special."
>
Evia takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Kothos nods slowly.
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Alosaka ponders.
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Alosaka tilts his head down.
>
Deavon chuckles.
>
Missoni nods thoughtfully at Alosaka.
>
Alosaka says, "And yet, every year, when the tournament came along, now-Squire Tupelo always found himself just outside the champion's circle."
>
Alosaka frowns.
>
(Alosaka rubs his shoulder, as if nursing a sore muscle.)
>
A pained expression crosses Alosaka's face.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Alosaka says, "Every year it was like that. And every year, his mentor assured him that the victory wasn't important. What mattered was that he continued to grow. To build his strength and endurance and learn the ways of knighthood."
>
Alosaka says, "Victory... was just a piece of ribbon to hang from his spear, after all. No need to get all upset over it."
>
The angry growl of a wolverine suddenly erupts from near Geijon.
>
Alosaka nods.
>
Alosaka says, "And all this was true, of course. Of course."
>
The lid of a battered antique faewood crate snaps open and closed with a hollow thump, providing a bass beat in time to the rapid staccato tapping of its wooden legs. As the percussion performance draws to a close, the crate looks around expectantly. Waiting for applause?
>
Alosaka quietly repeats, "Of course..."
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his right upper arm.
>
Alosaka shakes his head.
>
Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Kippe's brow.
>
Alosaka says, "But, of course, it wasn't. Victory mattered. Everyone knew that. His mentor's words were just a soothing balm."
>
Alosaka slowly empties his lungs.
>
Kippe looks at Riend and hums.
>
Alosaka says, "And so Squire Tupelo spent every day training. Working his muscles until they burned. Until his bones ached."
>
Riend looks at Kippe with concern.
>
Alosaka says, "And it was in the fields of Mestanir one day that Squire Tupelo heard the voice."
>
Perigourd nods knowingly at Missoni.
>
Alosaka slurs, "Brave sssssquire...."
>You hear the Invoker thoughts of echo in your mind:
The invoker thinks, "Residents of Mist Harbor, I am currently at Honeysuckle and Rose Avenue and offering spells to those in need."

The visage of a raven briefly obscures Goldstr's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Alosaka blinks.
>
Kothos glances at Alosaka.
>
Alosaka turns around.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
* In the end, Bodad is just another dead Half-Krolvin.
>
Kippe looks thoughtfully at Alosaka.
>
A faint silvery glow fades from around Delindra.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dumfraus echo in your mind:
I'm too injured to climb the pile of rubble on the mountain path back to town, whats my options here..?

Alosaka stoutly exclaims, "Who's there! Show yourself!" Tupelo shouted!"
>
A white glow rushes away from Delindra.
>
A subtle light fades from Delindra's eyes.
>
Alosaka turns around.
>
Alosaka frowns.
>
An ethereal golden collection bowl drifts out of Delindra, then vanishes.
>
Missoni casually observes her surroundings.
>
Deavon raises an eyebrow.
>
Morandas cowers away from Alosaka.
>
The air about Delindra shimmers momentarily before the evanescent shield surrounding her collapses.
>
Alosaka says, "Again the voice came."
>
Alosaka slurs, "Down... here..."
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Perigourd's leather kit.
>
Alosaka blinks.
>
(Alosaka tilts his head down, then suddenly leaps back in surprise.)
>
Delindra seems slightly different.
>
Deavon pours herself a cup of warm bergamot tea.
>
Delindra cocks her head.
>
Alosaka says, "There, in front of him," Alosaka points at the floor, "Hiding in the grass was a viper, just feet away."
>
Bernadette seems slightly different.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Where at?

Alosaka blinks.
>
Khazaann seems slightly different.
>
Roelaren seems slightly different.
>
Murharzarm seems slightly different.
>
Regwen seems slightly different.
>
Alosaka asks, "Said Tupelo, "Did... did you speak?"
>
Kippe glances skeptically at Riend.
>
Evia takes a bite of her spiced pumpkin pie.
>
Alosaka seems slightly different.
>
Kippe slowly empties his lungs.
>
Kippe nods in agreement at Riend.
>
Mourdeyan seems slightly different.
>
Deavon seems slightly different.
>
Roelaren smiles at Alosaka.
>
Alosaka slurs, "Indeed I did," the viper said. "I have been watching you for months. You are so strong, and diligent, and brave."
>
Geijon seems slightly different.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dumfraus echo in your mind:
Coming back from gnoll thiefs in uppertrollfang.

Guarrin seems slightly different.
>
Evia seems slightly different.
>
Alosaka leans forward.
>
Alosaka's autumn adder flicks its forked tongue once, then raises its head from its post on Alosaka's neck. With a lazy blink, it slithers down into his grasp, its movements languid.
>
(Alosaka considers the snake in his hand, half-warily, half in wonder.)
>
Alosaka's autumn adder writhes slightly as he touches its skin. As it moves, its sinuous grace is plain to see. The carefully controlled roll of its muscular body causes the ambient light to momentarily glint off of it. It shifts for just a moment, then goes still once more.
>
Speaking to his autumn adder, Alosaka asks, "You've been watching... you've seen me?"
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Geijon's neck.
>
Alosaka says, "And the snake replied, "Oh, yesss, I have. And it is ssssuch a tragedy that you have been overlooked. Your victoriessss denied. You deserve them. You deserve them so much."
>
Riend just left.
>
Geijon whispers something to Guarrin.
>
The repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs goes off in search of its master.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
Missoni furrows her brow.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Morandas gulps.
>
Alosaka leans back.
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Meliyara begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Alosaka ponders.
>
Alosaka says, "Said Tupelo, "I... I do deserve them, don't I? Last time, I should have won that last joust, but sun got in my eyes, and damned Trigenor swept me off my steed."
>
Geijon looks over at Guarrin and shakes his head.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Kothos nods slowly.
>
Alosaka exclaims, "Tupelo continued, "And... The year before, I should have scored that final hit against Squire Polonus, but the judge didn't see it!"
>
Alosaka slowly empties his lungs.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dumfraus echo in your mind:
Help has arrived. thank you.

Alosaka says, "And the snake replied, "You sssshould have won, indeed. They cheated you."
>
Evia says, "Tisk."
>
Alosaka gazes thoughtfully at his autumn adder.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nimera echo in your mind:
Any interest in an ash-hafted vaalorn sledgehammer: 4x with void flares MB: 35k pawnshop.
You hear the Help thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Yep. no problem.

The forest green corona surrounding Perigourd's acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
>
Alosaka slowly says, "Said Tupelo, "That... maybe..."
>
Alosaka frowns.
>
Alosaka says, "And the snake, sensing his confusion, continued, "It is wrong. But I can help you. I can make sure you win next time."
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Alosaka bites his lip.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Meliyara narrows her eyes.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her pear-infused champagne.
>
Alosaka asks, "Said Tupelo, "Wouldn't that be cheating myself?"
>
Roelaren grins.
>
The tension in Delindra's skin eases and you notice that her complexion returns to normal.
>
Alosaka asks, "And the snake said, "Is it truly cheating, if it corrects an injustice? Isn't it just... leveling the field?"
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Meglorna begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Meglorna begins to breathe less deeply.
>
Alosaka glances away.
>
Missoni shakes her head, clucking her tongue.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nimera echo in your mind:
Any interest in an ash-hafted vaalorn sledgehammer: 4x with void flares MB: 35k pawnshop, once!

Ardwen's dwarf empath tattoo pulls out a serrated steel bone saw and eyes its sharp edges. With a semi-clean rag he brushes a few bits of sinew and cartilage from between the saw's jagged teeth before replacing it in his haversack.
>
Alosaka says, "Now, Tupelo had been taught moral clarity by his mentor. He knew right from wrong. But he also knew that, in this world, champions were exalted. And he so desperately wanted to be recognized for what he knew was true: that he was the best."
>
Alosaka glances at a ruby-dappled sable autumn adder in his hand.
>
Alosaka says, "And so, Tupelo accepted the snake's bargain."
>
A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her left forearm.
>
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.
>
The sanguine corona surrounding Gutstorm's black acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
>
Alosaka slurs, ""When next you duel in the championship, hide me in your armor, and I will ride on your weapon. And when you cross spears, I will kiss your opponent, and you will be victorious."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
Selling a sack of 100 uncut emeralds (unsung in jars) -- 1m.

Kippe shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
>
The visage of a bear briefly obscures Oxhammer's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Alosaka nods slowly.
>
Alosaka lifts his autumn adder toward his collarbone, where it slithers around his neck, forming itself into a perfectly symmetrical curve. Once it's in position, the autumn adder becomes perfectly still.
>
Evia gasps.
>
Gutstorm's sentient potato hums a war song, fit for a decisive battle!
>
Meliyara's eyes grow wide and her features fall slack as she slips into a deep trance.
>
The repousse copper Riend disk raised in leafy designs arrives in the room, shivering violently. It then disintegrates, dropping a scratched steel coffer on the ground.
>
Alosaka says, "When the day of the Championship came, Tupelo was ready. His body was hardened with months of training. His nerves were afire. And hidden in his armor, coiled around his right arm, was the snake."
>
The fel totem suspended from Geijon's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against his sternum before falling silent again.
>
Kothos looks thoughtfully at Alosaka.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nimera echo in your mind:
An ash-hafted vaalorn sledgehammer: 4x with void flares MB: 35k pawnshop, twice!

Alosaka removes a sumac-hafted iron spear with a painted saw-scaled viper wrapped around it from in his ivory satchel.
>
Temperess grins.
>
Alosaka gently taps his iron spear, and the painted saw-scaled viper coiled around it hisses as it hurriedly slithers down the length of it in a tight spiral. Just as quickly, it turns and slinks back to its original position.
>
Alosaka shivers.
>
Murharzarm says, "Never keep cat's paws that close."
>
Evia hisses.
>
Meliyara blinks several times as she slowly comes out of her trance.
>
Alosaka says, "With every match, whenever his spear crossed his opponent's, the viper snuck out to grace them with a kiss. Their limbs grew heavy. Their breath rattled in their lungs, and it was child's play to knock them down."
>
Morandas shudders.
>
Riend arrives and nods politely, quietly alerting you to her presence.
>
Kippe grabs Riend's hand.
>
Guarrin shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
>
Alosaka says, "Match after match, he defeated his fellow squires. None could stand against him."
>
Cryheart's sentient potato hums an adventurous tune!
>
Missoni lets out a long, contemplative breath.
>
Evia chews on her fingernails.
>
Alosaka touches his spear, and the painted saw-scaled viper coiled around it recoils defensively and rattles its tail.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nimera echo in your mind:
An ash-hafted vaalorn sledgehammer: 4x with void flares MB: 35k pawnshop, last chance!

Mourdeyan shifts her weight.
>
Khazaann takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
>
Alosaka says, "And when the day was done, Tupelo stood alone in the champion's circle. All the rest, all his opponents, were taken sick and exhausted to recover."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Anyone know what time the Invoker shows up?

Alosaka says, "'A miracle!" The assembled crowd cheered. But their eyes betrayed them. They whispered to each other. His mentor frowned and glowered."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Ouidanna echo in your mind:
NOW.

Alosaka slowly empties his lungs.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Riend echo in your mind:
Every even hour until :15 past.
You hear the General thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Drizdark thinks, "Oh goodie."
You hear the Help thoughts of Ouidanna echo in your mind:
You have 9 minutes.

Kothos winks at Delindra.
>
Alosaka shrugs.
>
Alosaka says, "But Tupelo cared not. He had what he wanted. The champion's ribbon. He strung it from his spear with pride and waved it overhead."
>
The semitransparent image of a raven flickers into life before flapping away in a burst of misty green motes.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nimera echo in your mind:
An ash-hafted vaalorn sledgehammer: 4x with void flares MB: 35k pawnshop, sold to Sniffberry for 35k!

(Alosaka grips the spear and raises it high, but his arm trembles, and the spear's tip dances in the air.)
>
Perigourd ponders.
>
Alosaka gulps.
>
Alosaka says, "Tupelo bent down to whisper his thanks to the snake, but it was gone. It had escaped, slipped away, slithering between distracted feet. Unseen, but not gone. No... never gone."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Thanks!

Alosaka turns around.
>
Alosaka turns around.
>
(Alosaka swallows nervously.)
>
Kothos grins at Perigourd.
>
Alosaka says, "And though he rarely saw it -- only at night, while lying abed, as a shadow slithering across the floor -- the viper lived in the Tupelo's house forever after."
>
The angry growl of a bear suddenly erupts from near Oxhammer.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
Selling a starter Large Shield: a Blackened Mithril Aegis -- +5 enhance, weighs 9 lbs -- boost of +3 to CMAN ranks, +6 Stam. Recovery ranks, +3 stalking/hiding ranks, and +1 to shield use ranks (lots of charges and will persist) -- 4 diff -- MB: 50k.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Khazaann begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
The dim aura fades from around Khazaann.
>
The powerful look leaves Khazaann.
>
Perigourd grins wryly.
>
The antique faewood crate yawns its lid widely, somehow managing to look bored.
>
Mourdeyan blinks.
>
Evia gulps.
>
Oxhammer stands up.
>
Oxhammer adjusts his vultite field plate, reinforcing weak spots.
>
Alosaka put a sumac-hafted iron spear with a painted saw-scaled viper wrapped around it in his ivory satchel.
>
Alosaka bows.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| On Monday, January 27, at 8:30pm, join Siduine in the Seamist Hall in Solhaven for an evening of body art. She will happily tattoo folks that she spins for, and her spinner will be clean. Come prepared, and be sure to read everything at the GS Calendar entry for this merchant: https://bit.ly/45cXywb .

Geijon ponders.
>
Meglorna blinks.
>
Mourdeyan applauds Alosaka.
>
Cryheart applauds Alosaka.
>
Meliyara looks thoughtfully at Alosaka.
>
Sirona applauds Alosaka warmly.
>
Missoni applauds Alosaka warmly.
>
Kothos applauds Alosaka.
>
Meglorna applauds Alosaka.
>
The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
Sirona smiles at Alosaka.
>
Meliyara applauds Alosaka.
>
Evia applauds Alosaka.
>
Missoni lets out a long, contemplative breath.
>
Mourdeyan ponders.
>
Deavon applauds Alosaka.
>applaud alosaka
You applaud Alosaka.
>
Raelee takes a moment to observe Alosaka.
>
Perigourd applauds Alosaka.
>
Guarrin applauds Alosaka.
>
Roelaren applauds Alosaka.
>
Evia takes a bite of her spiced pumpkin pie.
>
Bernadette applauds Alosaka.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Riend applauds Alosaka warmly.
>
Raelee takes a drink from her brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Kippe applauds Alosaka politely.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Atreuss scratches his head.
>
Regwen applauds Alosaka.
>
Ardwen applauds Alosaka.
>
Alosaka says, "Discernment. The ability to tell truth from falsehood. Right from wrong."
>
Alosaka sits down.
>
Atreuss applauds.
>
Goldstr exclaims, "A great tale!"
>
Perigourd nods at Kothos.
>
Khazaann applauds Alosaka.
>
Mourdeyan nods slowly.
>
Sirona agrees with Goldstr.
>
Meglorna agrees with Alosaka.
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Perigourd says, "Very good."
>
Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
>
Perigourd nods at Alosaka.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Ardwen looks as if he is in pain.
>
Mourdeyan smiles at Goldstr.
>
Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Dat one dem tales wit a moral?"
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Guarrin says, "Thank you, Brother Alosaka for the fine tale."
>
Morandas says, "Oh hey, didn't see you there."
>
The very powerful look leaves Temperess.
The white light leaves Temperess.
>
The light blue glow leaves Temperess.
>
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Temperess.
>
The misty halo fades from Temperess.
>
The deep blue glow leaves Temperess.
>
Temperess becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
>
The powerful look leaves Temperess.
>
Temperess appears to lose some internal strength.
>
The air calms down around Temperess.
>'an excellent lesson indeed
You quietly say, "An excellent lesson indeed."
>
Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Morandas beams happily at Goldstr!
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "Well told, very well told."
>
Meglorna takes a drink from her Athalia's Arbor champagne.
>
Ardwen nods at Gutstorm.
>
Missoni nods in agreement to you.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Kothos applauds Alosaka.
>
Meglorna blinks.
>
Cryheart smiles.
>
The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
>
Guarrin says, "Please allow a moment for the judges to discuss the tale."
>
Regwen smiles.
>
Morandas says, "Long time no see."
>
Missoni murmurs, "A lovely and unsettling tale."
>
Morandas pokes Goldstr in the ribs.
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Evia smiles.
>
Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Goldstr grins at Morandas.
>
Oxhammer removes a silver-banded full bent briar pipe from in his leather backpack.
>
Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Geijon nods at Morandas.
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Kothos says, "After that story, I might have to change my answer, to your previous project."
>
Guarrin muses, "Also making good use of that spear, finally."
>
Perigourd begins chuckling at Guarrin!
>
Alosaka blushes a florid shade of dark red.
>
Alosaka ducks his head.
>
Oxhammer puffs away happily on his full bent briar pipe. A small puff of smoke floats just above the ground. It slowly floats away, vanishing into the distance.
>
Oxhammer puffs contentedly on his full bent briar pipe. Several small clouds of smoke rise into the air as if playing tag before drifting away.

Oxhammer taps his full bent briar pipe on the ground, cleaning it of ashes and a few glowing embers.
>
Missoni's silk chair vanishes into the depths of her airy robes.
>
Cryheart grins at Guarrin.
>
Guarrin grins at Alosaka.
>
Missoni helps herself to a toasted white bread roll overly stuffed with big-chunk lobster salad.
>
Sirona grins at Guarrin.
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Geijon says, "No longer a squire on your part."
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Kothos says, "Discernment seems quite beneficial, as virtues go."
>
Missoni pours herself a goblet of strong mulled wine.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
Murharzarm looks rather relaxed.
>
Alosaka grins.
>
Speaking to Morandas, Evia asks, "Did you not at one time have some sort of pot lid for a shield, and some other amazing cutlery?"
>
Alosaka's autumn adder flicks its forked tongue once, then raises its head from its post on Alosaka's neck. With a lazy blink, it slithers down into his grasp, its movements languid.
>
Kothos smiles at Raelee.
>
Alosaka puckers up and blows a kiss at a ruby-dappled sable autumn adder in his hand.
>
Alosaka put a ruby-dappled sable autumn adder in his ivory satchel.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her strong mulled wine.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Mourdeyan clears her throat.
>
Evia cackles!
>
Missoni takes a bite of her white bread roll.
>
Guarrin whispers, "Did you wish to share a tale?"
>nod guarrin
You nod at Guarrin.
>
The semitransparent image of a grizzly bear flickers into life before lumbering away in a burst of misty green motes.
>
Oxhammer blows on his full bent briar pipe.
>
Temperess sits down.
>
Temperess tries to pull Morandas toward her.
>
Guarrin nods appreciatively.
>
Morandas sits down.
>
Guarrin says, "Thank you again, Alosaka for the fine tale."
>
Meliyara takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
>
Morandas beams happily at Alosaka!
>
Guarrin exclaims, "Sir Balantine, you have the floor!"
>
Evia takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Guarrin nods encouragingly to you.
>bow
You bow.
>
Alosaka turns to face you.
>
Geijon applauds.
>
Delindra tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>
Kothos applauds you.
>
Jarnsaixa leans forward.
>
Evia applauds you.
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>
Roelaren applauds you.
>stride forward
Where are you trying to go?
>
Bernadette applauds you.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Missoni leans forward.
>
Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>
Cryheart applauds you.
>
Missoni takes a bite of her white bread roll.
>
Cosannie turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Oxhammer put a silver-banded full bent briar pipe in his leather backpack.
>
Roelaren turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Kippe settles his gaze on you, watching you intently.
>
Perigourd removes a leaf-etched glass of deep amber Wildwood whiskey from in his green leather cloak.
>
Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
>
Cinabar takes a bite of her filet of beef.
>
Perigourd leans against a carved oak mantel.
>
Perigourd turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>recite Many consider the Code of Chivalry the domain of formal organizations or Orders of Knights, warriors, monks or priests
You recite quietly:

"Many consider the Code of Chivalry the domain of formal organizations or Orders of Knights, warriors, monks or priests"

>
Murharzarm applauds you.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Anyone want a handaxe with +12 CON, +6 STR, +2 Mana recovery? 1m flat, turn it into a brooch.

Regwen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>
Morandas turns to you and cheers!
>
Khazaann turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>recite but this brief poem is for each of ye individually, with Chivalry in your heart, and Honor on your mind, as my father Hammer taught me
You recite quietly:

"But this brief poem is for each of ye individually, with Chivalry in your heart, and Honor on your mind, as my father Hammer taught me"

>
Deavon smiles at you.
>
The semitransparent image of a wolverine flickers into life before barreling away in a burst of misty green motes.
>scream balantine
You clear your throat.
>
Kothos takes a drink from his mulled red wine.
>
Evia smiles.
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>
The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Mourdeyan. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
>
Kothos smiles at you.
>recite Will You?
You recite quietly:

"Will You?"

>
Roelaren nods.
>
Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| On January 16, Shaniya Thraine met with her trainer for a final time while on Starkitty's ship in the Nations. She has been adventuring on and off for 20 years. Her words of advice are, "Be kind to the new folks and help all ye can. Someday they will pay it forward." Congratulations Shaniya! Be sure to CHECK your mail! https://www.instagram.com/gemstoneivnews/p/DFByW6XyUy4/ .
recite When danger comes, will you stand or run?; Will you endure the beating sun?; Climb the rugged mountain steep?; Suffer silently or will you weep?
You recite quietly:

"When danger comes, will you stand or run?
Will you endure the beating sun?
Climb the rugged mountain steep?
Suffer silently or will you weep?"

>
Regwen smiles.
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Kothos takes a drink from his mulled red wine.
>
Morandas grins.
>
Kippe leans against the mantel, taking a momentary rest.
>recite Will you face your demons down?; Endure the challenge of renown?; Or will from your threat now flee?; And the evil refuse to see?
You recite quietly:

"Will you face your demons down?
Endure the challenge of renown?
Or will from your threat now flee?
And the evil refuse to see?"

>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his left upper arm.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>recite Shall you take courage and pay the cost?; For ships at sea are often tossed; Or in safe harbor will you stay?; Abandon risk to seek safe play?
You recite quietly:

"Shall you take courage and pay the cost?
For ships at sea are often tossed
Or in safe harbor will you stay?
Abandon risk to seek safe play?"

>
Mourdeyan sways back and forth.
>
Morandas cackles!
>recite For nothing ventured nothing gained; Can your emotions keep contained?; Or will you cower in trembling fear?; When rumors of nearing death you hear?
You recite quietly:

"For nothing ventured nothing gained
Can your emotions keep contained?
Or will you cower in trembling fear?
When rumors of nearing death you hear?"

>
Kippe pours himself a shot of coppery Bourth whiskey.
>
The sanguine corona surrounding Gutstorm's black acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
>
Morandas cowers away from you.
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
>
Kippe agrees with Riend.
>
Kothos nods at Raelee.
>
Mourdeyan nods slowly.
>
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Ardwen on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>recite Will you choose to defend the meek?; Or with the crowd do you hide and seek?; Choose your poison which to drink; Learn to swim and not to sink;
You recite quietly:

"Will you choose to defend the meek?
Or with the crowd do you hide and seek?
Choose your poison which to drink
Learn to swim and not to sink"

>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>
Sirona looks thoughtfully at you.
>
Morandas stands up.
>
Morandas removes a carved mossbark runestaff from in his scarlet cape.
>
Morandas raises his mossbark runestaff in triumph!
>recite For life comes to all but once; The wise man chooses, not the dunce; Will you years from now regret your fate?; And in obscurity your choices hate?
You recite quietly:

"For life comes to all but once
The wise man chooses, not the dunce
Will you years from now regret your fate?
And in obscurity your choices hate?"

>
The yew seed pendant hanging from Geijon's neck suddenly flares a bright shade of red.
>
Temperess tries to pull Morandas toward her.
>recite Now lies opportunity in your grasp; So seize the day and do not gasp; At others' deeds and widespread fame; For there is time to make your name;
You recite quietly:

"Now lies opportunity in your grasp
So seize the day and do not gasp
At others' deeds and widespread fame
For there is time to make your name"

>
Morandas sits down.
>recite Will you train when others rest?; Will you learn to be your best?; For there is time enough to sleep; When breath is gone, and night is deep;
You recite quietly:

"Will you train when others rest?
Will you learn to be your best?
For there is time enough to sleep
When breath is gone, and night is deep"

>
The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>tilt down
You tilt your head down.
>bow
>
You bow.
>
Meliyara applauds you warmly.
>
Morandas beams happily at you!
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>
Jarnsaixa applauds.
>
Cosannie applauds you.
>
Roelaren applauds you.
>
Meglorna applauds you.
>
Roelaren turns to you and cheers!
>
Cryheart applauds you.
>
Atreuss applauds you.
>
Morandas exclaims, "Very stirring! Made me jump up!"
>
Oxhammer applauds you.
>
Riend applauds you.
>
Regwen applauds you.
>
Atreuss lets out a cheer!
>
The angry growl of a bear suddenly erupts from near Oxhammer.
>
Gutstorm turns to you and cheers!
>
Missoni applauds you warmly.
>
Meglorna turns to you and cheers!
>
Kippe glances dubiously at Riend.
>
Delindra lets out a cheer!
>
Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Gutstorm looks rather relaxed.
>
Khazaann applauds you.
>
Kothos applauds you.
>
Guarrin applauds.
>
Perigourd applauds you.
>
Mourdeyan applauds you.
>
* Razithel just bit the dust!
>
Roelaren applauds you.
>
Deavon applauds you.
>
Temperess says, "You are a bit of a lunatic, dear."
>
Raelee takes a moment to observe you.
>
Kippe applauds you politely.
>
Mourdeyan lets out a cheer!
>
Sirona applauds you warmly.
>
Morandas says, "True."
>
Cinabar turns to you and cheers!
>
Meglorna softly exclaims, "Wonderful!"
>
Alosaka applauds.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Kothos grins at you.
>
Kothos nods once.
>
Roelaren says, "Indeed wonderful."
>
Morandas cackles at you!
>
Regwen adopts an agreeable expression.
>
Sirona leans over and whispers, "Very well done."
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>
Jarnsaixa says, "I do not envy this judges this night."
>
Speaking to you, Kothos says, "Very inspiring, Sir."
>
Morandas squints at you.
>
Riend frowns, staring questioningly at Kippe.
>
Sirona agrees with Jarnsaixa.
>
Mourdeyan agrees with Jarnsaixa.
>
The visage of a raven briefly obscures Goldstr's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Meglorna's leather herb kit.
>
A muted crackle emanates from Missoni's illthorn kit.
>
Speaking to you, Guarrin says, "Thank you Sir."
>
Deavon grins at Guarrin.
>
Roelaren whispers, "Excellent hun."
>
Riend nods in agreement at Jarnsaixa.
>
Morandas says, "You look familiar."
>
Mourdeyan says, "Not a bit."
>
Morandas squints at you.
>
Murharzarm applauds you.
>
Guarrin says, "Please everyone give us a moment while the judges discuss the scores."
>smile

You smile.
>
Kippe agrees with Jarnsaixa.
>
Geijon adopts an agreeable expression.
>raise my tea
You raise your jasmine tea in a toast!
>You hear the Help thoughts of Razithel echo in your mind:
Any chance for a rescue in tree spirits at 7890? I got sloppy.
drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The clean, crisp scent of jasmine wafts from the cup, the exquisite fragrance enhancing the delicate taste of the tea.
You have 3 quaffs left.
>
Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
>
Missoni's eyes grow wide and her features fall slack as she slips into a deep trance.
>
Kippe scoffs at Riend.
>
Temperess says, "Yer both older than dirt, Cackles."
>
Kippe grins at Riend.
>
Kothos chuckles.
>
Roelaren raises her Chastonia claret in a toast!
>
Morandas stares off into space.
>
Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
>
Mourdeyan whispers, "Very well done."
>
Morandas tries to pull Temperess toward him.
>
Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
>
Oxhammer pours himself a cup of rich black coffee.
>
* Vothan has gone to feed the fishes!
>
Oxhammer takes a drink from his black coffee.
>
Geijon takes a drink from his amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Temperess bites Morandas!
>
Missoni blinks several times as she slowly comes out of her trance.
>
Morandas cackles!
>
Evia takes a bite of her spiced pumpkin pie.
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Geijon begins chuckling at Guarrin!
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Geijon nods.
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Geijon says, "Locked in then."
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Morandas stands up.
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Morandas pulls Temperess to her feet.
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Roelaren takes a bite of her apricot-stuffed pork.
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Guarrin nods in agreement at Geijon.
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Ardwen says, "Morandas pre-dates dirt, you heard it here first."
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Guarrin stands up.
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Temperess laughs!
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The brilliant aura fades away from Perigourd.
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Cryheart grins at Ardwen.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her Chastonia claret.
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Ardwen nods at Temperess.
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Murharzarm says, "At least this champaign has mostly dulled the taste of the Wine of Horror."
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Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Morandas pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
>grin murh
You grin at Murharzarm.
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Geijon says, "If by you didn't know any of us, yes."
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Bernadette smiles.
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Kippe pours himself a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne.
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Mourdeyan pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Geijon begins chuckling at Ardwen!
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Kippe put a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne in his leather cloak.
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Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Bernadette takes a bite of her breast of turkey.
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Evia takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Gutstorm takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
Gutstorm looks rather relaxed.
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Morandas says, "Here's to all those who have crossed the darkling sea."
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Guarrin says, "First, I would just take a moment of you time to once again thank you for attending. I am certain that both Drung and Elbromo would have certainly enjoyed the tales shared tonight."
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Mourdeyan absent-mindedly drops a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider into her grey fur satchel.
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Morandas raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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Cryheart agrees with Guarrin.
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Kothos smiles at Guarrin.
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Gutstorm grunts proudly in remembrance.
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Missoni nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
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Kothos nods slowly.
>agree guarrin
You agree with Guarrin.
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Ardwen raises his coppery Bourth whiskey in a toast!
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Geijon hangs his head.
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Deavon agrees with Guarrin.
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Guarrin says, "Let us raise a glass in their memory."
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Meglorna grins.
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Jarnsaixa smiles at Guarrin.
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Bernadette nods at Guarrin.
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Sirona gazes thoughtfully at her sprig of mournbloom.
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Missoni raises her strong mulled wine in a toast!
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Kippe nods in agreement at Guarrin.
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Kothos pours himself a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine.
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Alosaka smiles.
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Morandas raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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Jarnsaixa balls her hand into a fist and pounds it against a knotwork bronze brooch worn at her shoulder. Once, twice, and three times she strikes as a fierce look of determination settles about her.
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Guarrin says, "I would suggest the stout."
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A kaleidoscope of spectral butterflies flutters out from inside Meglorna's cloak, dropping a glass of blue moonflower wine into her hand.
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Cryheart pours himself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Sirona pours herself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Meliyara pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Geijon raises his amaretto-laced coffee in a toast!
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Deavon raises her bergamot tea in a toast!
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Bernadette pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Guarrin grins.
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Evia pours herself a mug of amaretto-laced coffee.
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Regwen places a hand over her heart.
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Kothos raises his plum-colored wine in a toast!
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Dark red droplets seep out of Temperess's skin and evaporate.
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Temperess loses an aura of resolve.
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Temperess loses her focused look.
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Cryheart raises his jasmine tea in a toast!
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Meliyara raises her Gryphon Orchard cider in a toast!
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Guarrin pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Geijon takes a drink from his amaretto-laced coffee.
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Raelee glances at a mug of dark brown Tamzyrr tea in her hand.
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An aged invar dwarven stein seemingly floats up out of Gutstorm's jet spidersilk bag and into his waiting hand.
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Missoni murmurs, "Hear, hear."
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Geijon takes a drink from his amaretto-laced coffee.
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Sirona raises her jasmine tea in a toast!
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Perigourd raises his amber Wildwood whiskey in a toast!
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Guarrin turns to face a carved oak mantel.
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Bernadette raises her Gryphon Orchard cider in a toast!
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Oxhammer raises his black coffee in a toast!
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Meglorna raises her blue moonflower wine in a toast!
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Gutstorm raises his invar dwarven stein in a toast and proclaims:

"While we are here, let us enjoy this drink so dear, and for those who are not, let them know they'll ne'er be forgot."

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Deavon takes a bite of her roast duckling.
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Guarrin raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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Riend raises her jasmine tea in a toast!
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Perigourd tips his head back and empties a leaf-etched glass of deep amber Wildwood whiskey down his gullet!
Perigourd looks rather relaxed.
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Morandas takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
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Alosaka pours himself a mug of dark brown Tamzyrr tea.
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Murharzarm pours himself a rose-etched glass of pear-infused champagne.
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Khazaann raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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Guarrin tips his head back and empties a stein of dwarven stout down his gullet!
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Missoni takes a drink from her strong mulled wine.
Missoni looks rather relaxed.
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Sirona smiles softly.
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Cryheart nods at Gutstorm.
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Murharzarm raises his pear-infused champagne in a toast!
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Alosaka takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
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Regwen pours herself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Morandas says, "Delicious."
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Cryheart raises his jasmine tea in a toast!
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Kippe takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
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Meliyara takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
Meliyara looks rather relaxed.
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* Witeway has gone to feed the fishes!
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Mourdeyan pours herself a bottle of green apple Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Regwen takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her blue moonflower wine.
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Evia lets out a cheer!
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Bernadette nods at Gutstorm.
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Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Cryheart takes a drink from his jasmine tea.
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Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
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Guarrin lays his open palm across the arching symbol of two knotwork grizzly bears on his vultite brooch, his fingers curling around the vultite edges, and bows his head in a momentary display of respect.
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Mourdeyan raises her Gryphon Orchard cider in a toast!
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Meglorna lets out a cheer!
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Evia raises her amaretto-laced coffee in a toast!
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Oxhammer swirls his black coffee gently in his hand, and a wisp of fragrant steam rises from the warm liquid.
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Jarnsaixa raises her dwarven stout in a toast!
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Khazaann takes a drink from his dwarven stout.
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Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Regwen raises her jasmine tea in a toast!
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Mourdeyan takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
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Kothos says, "To our friends and companions. Those here, and those long gone."
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Cryheart takes a drink from his jasmine tea.
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A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her face.
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Atreuss raises his Farn's root beer in a toast!
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Perigourd pours himself a leaf-etched glass of deep amber Wildwood whiskey.
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Cryheart takes a drink from his jasmine tea.
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Kothos renders a sharp salute with his plum-colored wine.
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Regwen takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Cryheart raises his jasmine tea in a toast!
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Kippe squints at Riend.
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Kothos takes a drink from his plum-colored wine.
CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +12 + d100: +59 == +71
Warded off!
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Sirona nods in agreement at Kothos.
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Meglorna agrees with Kothos.
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Missoni takes a bite of her white bread roll.
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Atreuss takes a drink from his Farn's root beer.
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Cryheart takes a drink from his jasmine tea.
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Cryheart takes a drink from his jasmine tea.
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Riend takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Kothos glances at Murharzarm.
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Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Meliyara shakes her head at Kothos and clucks her tongue.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her blue moonflower wine.
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Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Gutstorm takes a drink from his invar dwarven stein.
Gutstorm falls to the ground with a "thud". He doesn't appear to be moving.
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Gesturing effortlessly, Meliyara casually invokes the elements to do her bidding.
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Meliyara gestures at Gutstorm.
The glazed look leaves Gutstorm.
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Deavon says, "May they always remain in our hearts and minds."
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his black coffee.
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The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
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Gutstorm suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.
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Gutstorm looks drunk.
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Kippe wiggles his nose.
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Riend can offer Kippe only a blank expression.
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Deavon raises her bergamot tea in a toast!
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The mirror images surrounding Regwen undulate and grow stronger.
Regwen renews her songs.
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Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.
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Mourdeyan glances at Gutstorm.
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Speaking quietly to Murharzarm, Kothos says, "You're starting another round."
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his black coffee.
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Cryheart says, "Amen."
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his black coffee.
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Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
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Riend closes her eyes for a moment.
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Kothos carefully places his plum-colored wine on the floor alongside him.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a scratched steel coffer, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, the hammered silver Meliyara disk, a battered antique faewood crate, a rough oak table with some stuff on it, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Riend who is sitting, Goldstr who is sitting, Dame Jarnsaixa who is sitting, Perigourd, Lady Meliyara, Sir Geijon who is sitting, Lord Eldryl, Atreuss, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen who is sitting, Lady Meglorna who is sitting, The Infamous Gutstorm who is lying down, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer, Sirona who is sitting, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos who is sitting, Bernadette, Alosaka who is sitting, Lord Khazaann, Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Dame Evia who is sitting, Squire Delindra, Grand Lady Cinabar, Murharzarm, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Sister-at-arms Regwen who is sitting, Sir Guarrin
Obvious exits: none
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Oxhammer takes a drink from his black coffee.
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Roelaren agrees with Kothos.
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Mourdeyan says, "Gutsy playing rug again."
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Gutstorm's tongue hangs out of his mouth for a few moments.
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Guarrin says, "Now, I am sure you are all eager to hear the final scores, but before we do. As I mentioned earlier, we are celebrating our thirtieth anniversary this year."
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Meglorna gazes heavenward.
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Roelaren pours herself some fragrant jasmine tea.
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Guarrin clears his throat.
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Kothos chuckles.
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Kippe nods knowingly at Riend.
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Riend nods approvingly at Kippe.
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Kothos grabs a sage green wormwood basket from inside his thick leather knapsack.
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Speaking to Kothos, Murharzarm says, "I believe that is the drinking version of touching a hot fire."
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Geijon raises his hand.
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Geijon stands up.
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Guarrin loudly states, "Our Founding celebration will continue on the 16th of next month. The Twilight Gallery in Vornavis will be hosting a collection of artifacts of the Order. Join us as we walk through and display historic items."
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Kothos pours himself a saffron-tinted flute of tangerine and orange blossom wine.
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A small golden will-o'-wisp lazily flits out from inside Evia's acorn amulet. It flutters around her and hurries back into the amulet.
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Geijon nods at Alosaka.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Drizdark echo in your mind:
Omw for Razithel.

Kothos offers Murharzarm a saffron-tinted flute of tangerine and orange blossom wine.
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Meliyara takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Missoni smiles.
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The visage of a wolverine briefly obscures Geijon's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Raelee glances at Missoni.
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Meliyara nods approvingly at Missoni.
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Murharzarm accepts Kothos's orange blossom wine.
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Guarrin says, "We thank the Gallery of course, for hosting our modest collection."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Giles echo in your mind:
Race ya!

Oxhammer put a white ceramic cup in his leather backpack.
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Perigourd nods approvingly.
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Mourdeyan smiles.
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Speaking to Murharzarm, Kothos says, "Here you are. This'll purge the taste."
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Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
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Perigourd's acorn amulet flickers various shades of green.
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Morandas says, "Here's to Silvine, Jubuls, Hemperous, Gaq, Strom, Ylena, Kalia, Galadriel, Avantos, Setzier, Gibbon, Vivisec, Bluud, Virtis, and so many it blurs my mind."
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Kothos pours himself a saffron-tinted flute of tangerine and orange blossom wine.
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Speaking appreciatively to Guarrin, Missoni says, "Oh, it is hardly modest."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Razithel echo in your mind:
Drizdark's got me.

Kothos absent-mindedly drops a sage green wormwood basket into his thick leather knapsack.
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest.
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Kothos smiles.
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Morandas raises his dwarven stout in a toast!
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Evia lets out a cheer!
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Deavon says, "Amen."
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Evia lets out a cheer!
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Evia lets out a cheer!
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Geijon chuckles.
>salute morandas
You turn toward Morandas and render a sharp salute with your jasmine tea.
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Geijon nods.
>drink my tea
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The clean, crisp scent of jasmine wafts from the cup, the exquisite fragrance enhancing the delicate taste of the tea.
You have 2 quaffs left.
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Kothos grins at Missoni.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Cryheart nods at Morandas.
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The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Geijon.
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Geijon glances around, looking a bit less confident.
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The brilliant luminescence fades from around Geijon.
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The bright luminescence fades from around Geijon.
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Guarrin exclaims, "Something to look forward to!"
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Guarrin nods encouragingly.
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Mourdeyan furrows her brow.
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Deavon says, "Been a long time since I heard the Box Song."
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Deavon attempts to hum a merry little tune.
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Missoni flashes a quick grin at Deavon.
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Speaking to Missoni, Kothos says, "Your gallery is grand, indeed."
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Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
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Kippe furrows his brow.
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A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Perigourd's leather kit.
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Meglorna takes a drink from her blue moonflower wine.
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Speaking warmly to Missoni, Kothos says, "I greatly look forward to it."
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Morandas says, "Kali used to stand on the edge of town square, buying Ochre items off of people. She deemed it her mission to remove that color from the realm."
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Guarrin says, "Now, this was a difficult year for the judges. Dare I say, more so than prior years."
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Riend smiles quietly to herself.
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Deavon winks at Missoni.
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Cryheart agrees with Guarrin.
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Evia says, "I recall Virtis saying, Well, I'm going to the moon, wish me luck. I was dumbfounded."
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Speaking to Kothos, Missoni exclaims, "I would need several more rooms to display all of our artifacts!"
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Morandas nods at Evia.
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Mourdeyan smiles.
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Kothos grins at Missoni.
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Mourdeyan nods.
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Kippe just handed Riend some coins.
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Guarrin removes a Vornavis promissory note from in his shagreen hiking pack.
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Geijon agrees with Guarrin.
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Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Ardwen takes a drink from his coppery Bourth whiskey.
Sweat breaks out across Ardwen's brow.
Ardwen looks rather relaxed.
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Riend peers quizzically at Kippe.
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A portly sanguine will-o'-wisp lazily flits out from inside Gutstorm's black acorn amulet, hovering around the invar dwarven stein in his right hand and retreats back inside the amulet.
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Evia takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
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Morandas nods at Ardwen.
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Oxhammer pours himself a stein of dwarven stout.
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Deavon grins at Missoni.
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Mourdeyan turns an inquisitive ear toward Guarrin.
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Guarrin exclaims, "In third place, we have Squire Delindra!"
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With quick, precise movements, Oxhammer unlashes his curved white ox horn from his black leather belt.
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Atreuss takes a bite of his filet of beef.
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Delindra blinks.
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Alosaka applauds.
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Mourdeyan turns to Delindra and cheers!
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Kothos applauds Delindra.
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Evia applauds Delindra.
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Delindra smiles.
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Missoni applauds Delindra warmly.
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Cryheart applauds Delindra.
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Riend applauds Delindra warmly.
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Delindra blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
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Deavon applauds Delindra.
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Regwen applauds Delindra.
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Roelaren applauds Delindra.
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Missoni seems a bit less imposing.
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Meglorna applauds Delindra.
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Raelee takes a moment to observe Delindra.
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Ardwen applauds Delindra.
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Perigourd applauds.
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Geijon applauds.
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Guarrin applauds Delindra.
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Meglorna applauds Delindra.
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Roelaren applauds Delindra.
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Atreuss hoots at Delindra.
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Riend can offer Kippe only a blank expression.
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Cosannie applauds Delindra.
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Oxhammer swivels the embossed lid of his curved white ox horn open, and it releases with a barely audible *pop*. He releases the lid, letting it dangle from the horn's smooth lip.
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Delindra curtsies.
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Atreuss applauds.
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Kippe applauds Delindra.
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Guarrin offers Delindra a Vornavis promissory note.
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Missoni takes a drink from her strong mulled wine.
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Delindra accepts Guarrin's promissory note.
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Morandas lets out a cheer!
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Delindra nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
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Speaking affectionately to Delindra, Kothos says, "Let her go, boys."
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Meliyara applauds Delindra.
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Holding his curved white ox horn in one hand and a stein of dwarven stout in another, Oxhammer leverages the stout upon the lip of his the horn with a steady hand. He slowly pours, the dark brown liquid filling the air with glugging sounds as it departs the stout.

Oxhammer tosses the stout into a large white wicker basket.
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Kothos gives Delindra a lingering kiss on the cheek.
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Jarnsaixa applauds Delindra.
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Morandas hugs Delindra, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
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Morandas cackles!
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Guarrin removes a Vornavis promissory note from in his bresuna cloak.
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Delindra smiles.
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Sirona furrows her brow.
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Oxhammer slides a bronze-bound curved white ox horn along his black leather belt and secures it in place, displaying the dwarven emblem on its side.
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Kippe shrugs indifferently at Riend.
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Roelaren takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
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Oxhammer secures the embossed lid of his curved white ox horn over its opening and swivels it closed with a barely audible *click*.
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Deavon takes a bite of her roast duckling.
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Morandas says, "Evia...."
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Guarrin exclaims, "In second place tonight. Morandas!"
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Regwen takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| Ashtyne and Eldekkar Cintri met their trainer for a final time on January 24th. Despite their efforts to avoid the expected lightning, they both experienced several shocks while hiding in the tree in the commons in River's Rest. When asked for a favorite saying or words of advice, neither responded, possibly due to the influence of demon rum. Congratulations to Ashtyne and Eldekkar on this milestone. Be sure to CHECK your mail. https://bit.ly/4awxJKi .

Alosaka grins.
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Geijon smiles at Morandas.
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Cryheart applauds Morandas.
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Evia says, "Mm hmm."
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Missoni applauds Morandas warmly.
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Cinabar pours herself a glass mug of mulled red wine.
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Delindra applauds Morandas.
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Kothos applauds Morandas.
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Kippe applauds Morandas.
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Guarrin offers Morandas a Vornavis promissory note.
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Jarnsaixa applauds Morandas.
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Perigourd applauds.
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Deavon applauds Morandas.
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Meliyara applauds Morandas.
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Ardwen applauds Morandas.
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Meglorna beams happily at Morandas!
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Regwen applauds Morandas.
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Mourdeyan applauds Morandas.
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Cinabar takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
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Morandas says, "Virtis licked me when we were crawling in the copse."
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Alosaka applauds Morandas.
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Evia applauds Morandas.
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Sirona applauds.
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Oxhammer applauds Morandas.
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Evia applauds Morandas.
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Khazaann applauds Morandas.
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Geijon exclaims, "Could had it!"
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Morandas exclaims, "He, neat!"
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Bernadette applauds.
>hoot morandas
You hoot at Morandas.
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Speaking to Morandas, Kothos exclaims, "Hear, hear!"
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
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Evia says, "Eeeew."
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
>applaud
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest before fading away.
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Meglorna applauds Morandas.
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You applaud.
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Sirona applauds Morandas warmly.
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Cosannie applauds Morandas.
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Deavon says, "Oh goddess, now his ego will be bigger."
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Gutstorm moves to a kneeling position.
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Morandas nods at Evia.
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Gutstorm stands up.
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Deavon gazes heavenward.
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Cryheart begins chuckling at Deavon!
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Kippe smiles at Riend.
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Morandas says, "Kissed me deeply."
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Bernadette applauds Morandas.
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Sirona chuckles.
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Geijon's yew seed pendant flickers various shades of red.
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The semitransparent image of a grizzly bear flickers into life before lumbering away in a burst of misty green motes.
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Meliyara gazes in amusement at Deavon.
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Morandas shudders.
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Evia shudders.
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Speaking to Deavon, Kothos says, "I'm sure it's going to be exponential."
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Deavon takes a drink from her bergamot tea.
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Meglorna grins.
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Kothos takes a drink from his orange blossom wine.
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Morandas beams happily at Guarrin!
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Alosaka takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
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Deavon begins chuckling at Kothos!
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Sirona takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Ardwen begins chuckling at Morandas!
>
Speaking to Morandas, Geijon says, "Well done."
>
Deavon takes a bite of her roast duckling.
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Guarrin nods encouragingly at Morandas.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Veyion echo in your mind:
Looking to buy a scripted twc swordbelt.

Guarrin offers Morandas a Vornavis promissory note.
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Morandas beams happily at Geijon!
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Geijon grins.
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Regwen takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
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Cryheart says, "Well done squire."
>
Morandas put a carved mossbark runestaff in his scarlet cape.
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Morandas accepts Guarrin's promissory note.
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Cryheart grins at Delindra.
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Guarrin says, "Finally, in first place."
>
Riend holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
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Delindra smiles at Cryheart.
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Morandas asks, "Wazzis?"
>
Kothos turns to face Guarrin.
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Guarrin exclaims, "Alosaka!"
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Kippe rolls his eyes at Riend.
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Kothos applauds Alosaka.
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Alosaka grins.
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Jarnsaixa takes a drink from her dwarven stout.
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Deavon turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Meliyara applauds Alosaka.
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Missoni beams happily at Alosaka!
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Alosaka stands up.
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Jarnsaixa applauds Alosaka.
>cheer alosaka
Geijon applauds.
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You turn to Alosaka and cheer!
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Morandas says, "Holy smokes."
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Guarrin removes a Vornavis promissory note from in his bresuna cloak.
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Cryheart applauds Alosaka.
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Evia applauds.
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Regwen turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Murharzarm applauds Alosaka.
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Roelaren turns to Alosaka and cheers!
>
Alosaka dusts himself off.
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Missoni applauds Alosaka warmly.
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Mourdeyan applauds Alosaka.
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Perigourd applauds Alosaka warmly.
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Murharzarm appears to lose some internal strength.
>
Kippe applauds Alosaka.
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Riend applauds.
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Deavon applauds Alosaka.
>
Guarrin offers Alosaka a Vornavis promissory note.
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Mourdeyan lets out a cheer!
>
Meglorna applauds Alosaka.
>
Alosaka nods appreciatively.
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Murharzarm becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
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Morandas turns to Alosaka and cheers!
>
Meglorna applauds Alosaka.
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Alosaka accepts Guarrin's promissory note.
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Guarrin applauds.
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Meglorna applauds Alosaka.
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Raelee looks thoughtfully at Alosaka.
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Mourdeyan lets out a cheer!
>
Cosannie applauds Alosaka.
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Ardwen turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Khazaann applauds Alosaka.
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Regwen applauds Alosaka with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.
>
Mourdeyan lets out a cheer!
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Murharzarm takes a drink from his orange blossom wine.
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Geijon smiles alosk
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Sirona applauds Alosaka warmly.
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Jarnsaixa says, "Congratulations to you all."
>
Kippe smirks at Riend.
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Meglorna turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Jarnsaixa stands up.
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Geijon smiles at Alosaka.
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Bernadette applauds Alosaka.
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Atreuss turns to Alosaka and cheers!
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Cryheart says, "Well done."
>
Alosaka says, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, friends."
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(Kothos stomps his boot on the floor and grins widely at Alosaka.)
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Sirona smiles.
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Meglorna stands up.
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Kothos applauds Alosaka.
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Goldstr lets out a cheer!
>
Evia takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Raelee takes a drink from her brown Tamzyrr tea.
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Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
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Deavon smiles at Jarnsaixa.
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Roelaren applauds Alosaka.
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Meglorna beams!
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Tebon shifts his weight.
>
Missoni says, "Thank you all for sharing your tales."
>
Roelaren stands up.
>
Speaking warmly to Alosaka, Kothos says, "Congratulations, my friend."
>
Mourdeyan says, "Congrats all, and thank you for the song, and tales."
>
Cosannie leans on Tebon, resting her head against his shoulder.
>
Guarrin exclaims, "Thank you to all of our competitors, and especially, let us thank the Herald and Bathcwyn for their additional performances tonight!"
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Deavon says, "Thank you for joining us tonight."
>
Sirona nods in agreement.
>
Guarrin applauds politely.
>
Geijon applauds Alosaka.
>
Kippe nods slowly at Missoni.
>
Cinabar takes a drink from her mulled red wine.
>
Jarnsaixa smiles at Deavon.
>cheer
You let out a cheer!
>
Cryheart applauds Regwen.
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Meliyara applauds Regwen.
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Geijon nods at Deavon.
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Cryheart applauds Missoni.
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Evia says, "Fantastic evening."
>
Meliyara applauds Missoni.
>
The misty halo fades from Tebon.
>raise my tea
Mourdeyan turns to face Jarnsaixa.
>
You raise your jasmine tea in a toast!
>
Kippe glances skeptically at Riend.
>
Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
>drink my tea
Alosaka exclaims, "If you're ever interested in moralistic, heavy-handed tales, I have plenty!"
>
You take a drink from your jasmine tea.
You have one quaff left.
>
Sirona stands up.
>
Roelaren says, "Congrates to all of ye."
>
Jarnsaixa says, "I was happy for the invitation."
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Tebon says, "Twas a pleasure ta meet ye's."
>
Missoni applauds Regwen.
>
Alosaka grins.
>
Regwen stands up.
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Ardwen pours himself a mug of Farn's root beer.
>
Regwen curtsies gracefully.
>
Meglorna softly exclaims, "This was wonderful!"
>
Jarnsaixa nods at Tebon.
>
Oxhammer turns toward Jarnsaixa and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Regwen smiles.
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Sirona gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
Mourdeyan bows respectfully, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
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Meglorna beams!
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Meliyara laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Alosaka.
>
Cosannie applauds Riend.
>
Speaking to Alosaka, Guarrin says, "There is always a need."
>
Morandas cackles!
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Ardwen takes a drink from his Farn's root beer.
>
Kippe applauds Regwen.
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Jarnsaixa nods at Oxhammer.
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Morandas smiles at Jarnsaixa.
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Morandas cackles!
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Morandas bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Cryheart smiles at Jarnsaixa.
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Morandas cackles!
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Speaking to Alosaka, Riend praises, "A fine performance."
>
Morandas cackles!
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Khazaann bows to Jarnsaixa.
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Goldstr exclaims, "Was grand! Take care all!"
>
Atreuss attempts to hum a merry little tune.
>
Riend stands up.
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Perigourd turns toward Goldstr and renders a sharp salute with his amber Wildwood whiskey.
>
Atreuss just went down a newel staircase.
>
Evia takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Riend nods respectfully at Jarnsaixa.
>
Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.
Perigourd looks quite relaxed.
>
Goldstr waves.
>
Roelaren gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
Guarrin says, "You are welcome to stay and enjoy the refreshments."
>
Evia takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Jarnsaixa bows to Mourdeyan.
>
Kothos says, "It was a grand evening, my thanks to the performers and storytellers."
>
Meglorna softly exclaims, "Thank you all so much!"
>
Roelaren waves to Goldstr.
>
Jarnsaixa nods.
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Oxhammer waves to Goldstr.
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Deavon gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Sirona whispers something to Goldstr.
>
Jarnsaixa nods.
>
Ardwen says, "Was excellent remembering old friends."
>
Regwen takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>
Sirona smiles.
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Missoni stands up.
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Mourdeyan gives Goldstr a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Evia pinches Ardwen!
>
Goldstr chants softly, the words of the prayer indistinguishable, until his image is overlaid by the illusion of a young woman with azure eyes. Both fade and disappear from view, as the residual sound of hoofbeats tapers off.
>
Cryheart agrees with Ardwen.
>
Riend nods in agreement at Ardwen.
>
Meglorna agrees with Ardwen.
>
Ardwen says, "And welcoming one back."
>
Raelee takes a drink from her brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol adorned with a bundle of vruul skins pinned to Oxhammer's chest before fading away.
>
Ardwen snorts derisively at Morandas!
>
Jarnsaixa says, "Be safe in your travels tonight."
>
Bernadette smiles.
>
Murharzarm says, "Thank you for your hospitality and the good ales."
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Jarnsaixa.
>
Delindra smiles.
>
Kothos turns toward Morandas and renders a sharp salute with his orange blossom wine.
>
Ardwen's dwarf empath tattoo slowly trudges up to his shoulders and makes a few circuits around his neck, his eyes trained on his head. He pulls out some aloeas stem from his haversack and glances between it and his head before sadly shaking his own head. With a mournful look, he tucks the remedy away again and walks off.
>
Gutstorm grunts at Jarnsaixa in farewell.
>
Jarnsaixa waves.
>
Evia takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Perigourd says, "And you."
>
Kothos grins.
>
Perigourd turns toward Jarnsaixa and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Cryheart bows to Jarnsaixa.
>
Bernadette bows to Jarnsaixa.
>
Morandas put a Vornavis promissory note in his vruul skin jacket.
>
Deavon curtsies to Jarnsaixa.
>
Kothos bows to Jarnsaixa.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Meliyara says, "Sha'haisa to you and the rest of your Order for hosting us this night, and sharing this beginning of this year's celebrations."
>
Evia takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.
>
Alosaka put a Vornavis promissory note in his ivory satchel.
>
Guarrin faces Jarnsaixa and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
>
Cinabar applauds Jarnsaixa.
>
Regwen says, "Wave jarn."
>
Dame Jarnsaixa just went down a newel staircase.
>
Temperess says, "Gimme that note."
>
Guarrin faces Meliyara and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.
>
Temperess tries to pull Morandas toward her.
>
Cryheart says, "Safe travels all."
>
Alosaka nods appreciatively at Meliyara.
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Morandas cackles!
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Meliyara inclines her head.
>
Riend nods in agreement.
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Gutstorm pulls Regwen closer to himself.
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Perigourd takes Missoni's hand into his own.
>
Tinkering with some of the mechanisms on the side of the table, Evia causes the table to fold in on itself, transforming it into a large white wicker basket.
Evia picks the basket up.
>
Speaking to Meliyara, Guarrin says, "Thank you for joining us tonight."
>
Regwen blushes a glowing shade of red.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Meliyara says, "A pleasure, truly."
>
Ardwen takes a drink from his Farn's root beer.
>
Evia put a large white wicker basket in her fur-trimmed cloak.
>
Delindra says, "Be well, friends... thank you for the tales and songs."
>
Regwen grins at Gutstorm.
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Delindra smiles.
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Cryheart hugs Delindra, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Mourdeyan says, "I've a joke for next time."
>
Geijon begins chuckling at Guarrin!
>
Regwen says, "Lovely evening."
>
Delindra hugs Cryheart.
>
Sirona frowns at a sprig of mournbloom.
>
Riend smiles at Delindra.
>
Mourdeyan grins sheepishly.
>
Alosaka gives Kothos a lingering kiss, first on one cheek, then the other.
>
Guarrin takes a drink from his brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Her hand lowered, Riend gives Delindra a subtle wave.
>
Meliyara adds, "And sha'haisa to each of those who shared tales. A lovely evening, hearing all of your voices."
>
Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "We dismissed?"
>
Gutstorm raises an eyebrow.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Have a good evening all."
>
Bernadette takes a drink from her Gryphon Orchard cider.
>
Morandas put a stein of dwarven stout in his scarlet cape.
>
Missoni takes a drink from her strong mulled wine.
>
Sirona just went down a newel staircase.
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Cryheart nods at Meliyara.
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Speaking to Gutstorm, Geijon asks, "Are we?"
>
Geijon grins.
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Lady Meglorna just went down a newel staircase.
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Gutstorm turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp salute with his invar dwarven stein.
>
Delindra says, "Be well, everyone."
>
Kothos gives Missoni a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>drink my tea
Geijon turns toward Gutstorm and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
You take a drink from your jasmine tea. The tea has a balanced, delicate flavor -- the refreshing scent and taste of jasmine blending beautifully with the tea leaves.
That was the last of it!
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his orange blossom wine.
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Kippe nods slowly at Delindra.
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Squire Delindra just went down a newel staircase.
>
Tebon says, "Lot o' memories came up tanight."
>
Missoni gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Gutstorm joins Regwen's group.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his pear-infused champagne.
Murharzarm looks quite relaxed.
>
Raelee takes a drink from her brown Tamzyrr tea.
>
Alosaka seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Morandas asks, "Do you miss anyone Tem?"
>
Oxhammer says, "Night all..well done."
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her jasmine tea.
>agree tebon
Cryheart agrees with Tebon.
>
You agree with Tebon.
>
Mourdeyan seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
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Geijon seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Meliyara says, "Kris har'esh."
>
Kothos smiles at Missoni.
>
Bernadette nods.
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Brother-in-arms Oxhammer strides down a newel staircase, his steps being shadowed by the flickering form of a grizzly bear made of misty green motes.
>
Guarrin nods in agreement at Tebon.
>
Murharzarm says, "Back home I go. Thanks again."
>
Meliyara waves.
>
Temperess says, "Lady Flowers."
>
Geijon nods at Meliyara.
>
Deavon seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.
Perigourd looks quite relaxed.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows to Murharzarm with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Evia seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Kothos bows to Murharzarm.
>
Khazaann seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Guarrin seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Kippe on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>
Murharzarm just went down a newel staircase.
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Roelaren nods at Tebon.
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Morandas says, "Oh wow, havent heard Flowers name in years."
>
Lord Eldryl just went down a newel staircase.
>
Kothos smiles.
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Regwen says, "Have a good eve folks."
>
Speaking drunkenly to Regwen, Gutstorm says, "Me follerin ye, me may wander off if left alone in here."
>
Regwen waves.
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Evia's acorn amulet flickers various shades of yellow.
>
Alosaka smiles.
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Lady Meliyara just went down a newel staircase.
>
Regwen turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Mourdeyan dusts herself off and casually strolls out of the area.
>
Guarrin turns toward Regwen and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Regwen seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Roelaren seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Regwen nods at Gutstorm.
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A corona of misty green light surrounds a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Geijon's neck before fading away.
>
Speaking to Missoni, Kothos says, "I'm so glad Murharzarm is back."
>
Regwen hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Alosaka says, "Friends, thank you so much for coming tonight. Be safe."
>
Bernadette seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Riend blinks.
>
Speaking to Cryheart, Kippe asks, "Will you be leading a party back to town?"
>
A small silver spider on Ardwen crawls over to his neck.
>
Guarrin turns toward Alosaka and renders a sharp hand salute.
>
Geijon whispers something to Alosaka.
>
Roelaren hugs Regwen, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Cryheart waves to Alosaka.
>
Geijon smiles.
>
Ardwen stands up.
>
Roelaren smiles at Regwen.
>
Riend pauses in place and glances around for a moment, as if pondering which direction to go.
>
Alosaka grins at Geijon.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
>
Temperess says, "I WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW sTROM BUT fLOWERS WAS MY MENTOR."
>
Roelaren waves to Regwen.
>
Speaking quietly to Missoni, Kothos says, "He has such a dry sense of humor. I quite enjoy it."
>
Morandas cackles at Temperess!
>
Ardwen grins at Temperess.
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Temperess coughs.
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Deavon smiles tep
>
Roelaren says, "Good to see ye hun."
>
Gutstorm gazes with awe at Temperess.
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Kippe begins chuckling at Riend!
>
Cryheart nods at Temperess.
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Sister-at-arms Regwen's group just went down a newel staircase.
>
Roelaren smiles reg
>
Kippe agrees with Riend.
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Deavon smiles at Temperess.
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Riend grins sheepishly.
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Temperess coughs.
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Alosaka nods respectfully.
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Speaking to Kothos, Missoni agrees, "He is such pleasant company."
>
Kothos nods slowly at Temperess.
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Alosaka just went down a newel staircase.
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Morandas cackles at Temperess!
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Cryheart nods at Kippe.
>
Temperess says, "Pardon me for being so, loud."
>
Ardwen says, "Being arounf Morandas causes most people to react that way."
>
Morandas grins.
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Geijon chuckles.
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Ardwen nods at Temperess.
>
Speaking to Morandas, Evia says, "Nevrek."
>
Cryheart says, "Porcell."
>
Morandas nods at Evia.
>
Cryheart says, "Bloodsnake."
>
Tebon says, "Brinn, Kinshack, Morgiest, Aonghus...."
>
Evia nods at Cryheart.
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Khazaann waves.
>
Morandas says, "Plur."
>
Tebon sighs.
>
Cryheart nods at Morandas.
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Lord Khazaann just went down a newel staircase.
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The acorn amulet hanging from Perigourd's neck suddenly flares a bright shade of green.
>
Cryheart nods at Tebon.
>
Guarrin nods in agreement at Tebon.
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Evia grins.
>
Tebon says, "Too meny ta name."
>
Morandas says, "Setzier."
>
Morandas grins.
>
Kothos says, "Titania."
>
Tebon glances at Morandas.
>
Cryheart nods at Morandas.
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Cryheart nods at Kothos.
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Tebon begins chuckling at Morandas!
>
Evia coughs.
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Morandas cackles!
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Morandas cackles!
>
Riend laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
>
Deavon says, "Armaxis."
>
Ardwen removes a self-absorbed toy Dhe'nar stirring a massive cauldron overflowing with wriggling clockwork halfling feet from in his veniom alloy gauntlets.
>
Kothos says, "I remember when she learned how to bash boxes."
>
Bernadette bows.
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Ardwen says, "Celtic."
>
Morandas says, "Hey that guy thought he was my nemesis."
>You hear the General thoughts of Broad echo in your mind:
Broad asks, "Any warriors about for a quick assess?"

Kothos nods at Cryheart.
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Evia nods at Deavon.
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Perigourd scratches at his beard.
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Bernadette just strode down a newel staircase.
>'I also miss Lady Kadesha
You quietly say, "I also miss Lady Kadesha."
>
Ardwen pulls his toy Dhe'nar.
A self-absorbed toy Dhe'nar stirring a massive cauldron overflowing with wriggling clockwork halfling feet drools with ravenous hunger!
>
Ardwen cackles!
>
Cryheart says, "Aye, Celtic."
>
Temperess says, "Lorminstra killed Setzier four tiems as I recall."
>
Speaking to Cryheart, Kothos says, "By banging them on her head."
>
Morandas nods.
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Ardwen put a self-absorbed toy Dhe'nar stirring a massive cauldron overflowing with wriggling clockwork halfling feet in his shoulder saddle.
>
Morandas says, "Oh aye."
>
A small gold spider on Cinabar crawls over to her left forearm.
>
Cryheart nods at Kothos.
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Kippe grins slowly at Riend.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Darrgo echo in your mind:
Any Wizard that'd be willing to do 30 to 35 enchant on 287 diff armor for 10m?

Tebon says, "Waldo."
>
Deavon says, "Tedra, Kali, Guilliame."
>
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Perigourd on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
>
Cryheart says, "Hyoko, Thrud."
>
Temperess says, "Delileah."
>
Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.
>
Deavon says, "Zurion."
>
Deavon sighs.
>
Evia says, "Gosh."
>sigh
Morandas says, "Gaq."
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You sigh.
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Deavon taps something in a pair of side-laced amethyst leather boots.
>
Cryheart nods at Morandas.
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Evia says, "Ruffelin..."
>
Riend says, "Psionix and Graves."
>
Evia frowns.
>
Cryheart nods.
>
Tebon says, "Ahhh, ol' RUff."
>
Kippe flashes a quick grin at Riend.
>
Evia says, "Berr."
>
Cryheart's sentient potato hums an adventurous tune!
>
Morandas says, "Ok, contreversial one here......"
>
Morandas says, "Quavvy."
>
Cryheart nods at Evia.
>
Ardwen says, "Meta."
>
Geijon nods at Evia.
>
Riend laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
>
Cryheart nods at Morandas.
>
Geijon adopts an agreeable expression.
>
Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Riend nods approvingly at Morandas.
>
Evia grins at Morandas.
>
Geijon says, "No wrong answers."
>
Morandas says, "Aye."
>
Kothos says, "Jesh, love him or hate him."
>
Ardwen says, "Sure there is, Deadward is a wrong answer."
>
Ardwen chuckles.
>
Riend nods slowly.
>
Morandas says, "Heh, Beautifulgreen."
>
Kothos says, "Pretty much everyone felt one way or another."
>
Cryheart asks, "Do any of ye need an escort back to town?"
>
Ardwen nods at Morandas.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Geijon's neck.
>
Evia says, "Last time I saw Gladriel she was running around lost in Solhaven."
>
Evia sighs.
>
Guarrin walks over to the chair and settles down.
>
Deavon says, "Thalior, Jesh."
>
Deavon says, "Kree."
>
Kothos says, "Thalior, of course."
>
Evia says, "Galadriel."
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Cryheart nods.
>
Kothos nods at Deavon.
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Riend says, "Martaigne is another."
>
Evia exclaims, "Kree!"
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Deavon says, "Jilli."
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Morandas says, "She was my co-editor on the elanthian times."
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Evia says, "Quite a fellow."
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Morandas taps an Elanthian Times Press Pass that he is wearing.
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Kothos turns to face Guarrin.
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Speaking to Cryheart, Kippe says, "I think we'll explore our way out."
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Geijon smiles at Evia.
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Deavon asks, "Or was it Jylli?"
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Cryheart nods at Kippe.
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Deavon exclaims, "Meta!"
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Ardwen says, "Jylli."
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Riend glances skeptically around the room.
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Deavon says, "Gilwen."
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Kippe politely says, "Thank you for hosting the night."
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Geijon holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
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Cryheart says, "Arwen."
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Morandas says, "Ohh yes, Gilwen."
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* Bhast was just put on ice!
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Roelaren whispers, "Are ye going back to town>"
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Cryheart says, "Kerl is still about."
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Furrowing his brow in thought, Guarrin strokes absently at his greased neatly trimmed, full beard.
>nod roe
You nod at Roelaren.
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Speaking to Kippe, Riend asks, "Am I to assume you are including me in this "we" business?"
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Guarrin nods appreciatively at Kippe.
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Raelee glances around the room.
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Deavon says, "Ohr."
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Ardwen says, "Surprised Kerl wasn't here tonight."
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Morandas says, "Ok, some of you may not remember her, Icefox."
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Speaking to Kippe, Guarrin says, "Thank you for joining us."
>'so many, Drung and Elbromo only the latest
You quietly say, "So many, Drung and Elbromo only the latest."
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Roelaren whispers, "May i join ye."
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Kippe nods appreciatively at Guarrin.
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Geijon agrees with Guarrin.
>nod roe
You nod at Roelaren.
>leave
You hear the OOC thoughts of Rumbletum echo in your mind:
Silly question of tonight: is the loot cap character specific, or account?
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But you are not in a group.
>group open
Roelaren joins your group.
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Your group status is already open.
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Kippe glances at Riend.
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The dim celadon wisps about Missoni's hands flare up once more and fade completely away.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a scratched steel coffer, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a battered antique faewood crate, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Riend, Perigourd, Sir Geijon, Kippe, Ambassador Ardwen, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Grand Lady Cinabar, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Sir Guarrin who is sitting
Obvious exits: none
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Geijon nods to you.
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Riend slowly empties her lungs.
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Speaking to Kippe, Riend says, "Very well."
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Speaking to Riend, Kippe says, "I always have the wolf. We."
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Tebon says, "I remember Drung being vera quiet."
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Her hand lowered, Riend gives a subtle wave.
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Cryheart nods at Tebon.
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Kippe sticks out his tongue.
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Evia nods at Tebon.
>nod tebon
You nod at Tebon.
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Roelaren nods at Tebon.
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Missoni gazes in amusement at Kippe.
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Kippe glances around the room.
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Kippe nods appreciatively.
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Riend says, "Thank you for the invitation and the music."
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Riend inclines her head.
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Kippe just slipped quietly down a newel staircase, with his group following closely.
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Cryheart says, "Look on the mantle all."
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Cryheart taps a carved oak mantel.
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The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at Perigourd. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind Ardwen.
>'he mostly spoke with his blade, which he named after Sir Cryheart
You quietly say, "He mostly spoke with his blade, which he named after Sir Cryheart."
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Tebon says, "An' of course, Elbromo, he were Squired in Onoir durin' my second tenture as Lord Paladin."
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Evia smiles.
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Tebon says, "Such a good lad."
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Deavon smiles at Cryheart.
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Roelaren says, "Both of them are missed greatly."
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Guarrin points at a diamond-pomelled vultite greatsword inlaid with silver griffins on the blade on a carved oak mantel.
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Speaking to Guarrin, Raelee says, "It has been... interesting."
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Raelee nods at Guarrin.
>glance mantel
You glance at a carved oak mantel.
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Morandas says, "Tomas took me on a tour of the Landing the day I arrived, and accidentally cast metor storm in town square."
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Deavon asks, "Where's the arrow mark?"
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Guarrin says, "Drung's blade is on the mantel."
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Morandas says, "Accidentally."
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Evia says, "And of course Yarx."
>look on mantel
On the oak mantel:
Weapons [1]: a diamond-pomelled vultite greatsword inlaid with silver griffins on the blade
Misc [2]: some elaborate figurines, an ivory marble reliquary
Total items: 3
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Guarrin nods in agreement at Tebon.
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Ardwen nods at Evia.
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Cryheart says, "Ye will see a reference to both Drung and Elbromo on the mantle."
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Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.
Perigourd looks quite relaxed.
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Ardwen says, "Wanton."
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Tebon says, "Dame Wanton."
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Geijon says, "Wanton, Galadriel, Yarx, Drung and Elbromo. All too many."
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Tebon nods at Ardwen.
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Roelaren agrees with Cryheart.
>look on mantel
On the oak mantel:
Weapons [1]: a diamond-pomelled vultite greatsword inlaid with silver griffins on the blade
Misc [2]: some elaborate figurines, an ivory marble reliquary
Total items: 3
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Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Cryheart nods at Tebon.
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Missoni takes a drink from her strong mulled wine.
Missoni looks rather relaxed.
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Cryheart nods at Geijon.
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Cryheart rubs a diamond-pomelled vultite greatsword inlaid with silver griffins on the blade on a carved oak mantel.
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Cryheart rubs an ivory marble reliquary on a carved oak mantel.
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Deavon nods slowly.
>look blade on mantel
I could not find what you were referring to.
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Missoni takes a bite of her white bread roll.
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Ardwen says, "Wanton introduced me to the Gryphons a long long time ago."
>look blade
I could not find what you were referring to.
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Morandas says, "I really miss Jubuls. he was such a goon."
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Ardwen nods.
>look greatsword
You notice a small enchanter's glyph and Cryheart's crafting mark. A faint aura of holy light radiates from the greatsword. A strange necrotic haze radiates from the greatsword.
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Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Evia agrees with Morandas.
>look reliquarty
I could not find what you were referring to.
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Guarrin says, "Aye, indeed. All the more imporant to celebrate and honor their memories."
>look reli
Wreathed in mournblooms, the small, ivory marble reliquary is inlaid with a golden key set upon a gate of black. A plaque at its base reads, "In Memory of Elbromo, May His Faith Light Our Way."
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Ardwen says, "Me and Hyoko."
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Cryheart nods at Guarrin.
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Evia says, "Hmm...a bard..what was his name.."
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Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Geijon says, "I hope that when I go, I ask whispers of my being alive remain and not that I died for some cause, but far away and beyond confirmation."
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Deavon says, "Meta sent to me find Wanton, and she invited me to the Gryphons."
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Evia ponders.
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Geijon smiles.
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Evia asks, "A...amadeus?"
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Ardwen says, "Long chat about honor at Kai's shrine."
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Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Evia says, "Xeldria."
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Kothos smiles.
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Morandas says, "Ooh Xeldria."
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Speaking to Ardwen, Guarrin says, "I imagine that was a good discussion."
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Deavon says, "And then I was told I needed to wait or some such..."
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Deavon smirks.
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Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.
Perigourd looks quite relaxed.
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Evia says, "She was about my best friend for a long while."
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Evia sighs.
>You hear the OOC thoughts of Nitos echo in your mind:
Account.

Morandas nods.
>look
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a scratched steel coffer, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a battered antique faewood crate, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Perigourd, Sir Geijon, Ambassador Ardwen, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Grand Lady Cinabar, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Sir Guarrin who is sitting
Obvious exits: none
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Deavon says, "And I pitched a brazen plea."
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Deavon chuckles.
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Tebon says, "Learnin' how ta translate Aonghus when I were his Squire."
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Tebon starts chortling.
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Deavon says, "Then Brinn took me on."
>grin tebon
You grin at Tebon.
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Roelaren grins at Tebon.
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Cryheart says, "Trying to understand Thrudh."
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Cryheart nods at Tebon.
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Evia shudders.
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Geijon grins at Morandas.
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Tebon laughs at Cryheart!
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The angry growl of a wolverine suddenly erupts from near Geijon.
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Cryheart grins.
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Morandas grins at Geijon.
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Roelaren grins at Cryheart.
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Guarrin grins at Cryheart.
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Ardwen says, "Ton lots good."
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Tebon says, "I coul' unnerstand Thrudh."
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Ardwen nods at Cryheart.
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Kothos winks at Guarrin.
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Cryheart nods at Ardwen.
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Deavon grins at Ardwen.
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With a final chime, the soft, melodic crackle from within Missoni's illthorn kit falls silent.
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Morandas says, "Miss thrudh ton lot."
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Ardwen says, "And Zyanna of course."
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Temperess kisses Morandas on the nose.
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Cryheart says, "Aonghus, you had to listen between the words."
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Ardwen nods at Morandas.
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Tebon says, "Thurd Lot Good Friend."
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Tebon nods at Morandas.
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Evia says, "Trying to recall who it was came back just a couple few years back, and he hadn't any pants for unknown reasons."
>
Cryheart nods at Morandas.
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Evia chuckles.
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Geijon says, "Thrudh and Zyanna are well last I heard."
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Cryheart nods at Tebon.
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Deavon says, "Welan, Waldo."
>
* Daramiah did not fear death but clearly should have.
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Guarrin begins chuckling at Evia!
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Witbier echo in your mind:
CMAN potion 1.5m.

Cryheart nods at Deavon.
>recite I so enjoyed tonight, especially the company, but alas tis late and time for me to go
You recite quietly:

"I so enjoyed tonight, especially the company, but alas tis late and time for me to go"

>
Geijon says, "Welan may yet continue."
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Cryheart turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
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Guarrin turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
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Tebon waves to you.
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Morandas says, "No pants? sounds like Virits. heh."
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Her hand lowered, Missoni gives you a subtle wave.
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Evia ponders.
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The antique faewood crate yawns its lid widely, somehow managing to look bored.
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Deavon gives you a friendly hug.
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Cryheart says, "Rest well, Sir Balantine."
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Geijon says, "Waldo2 we all know passed."
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Morandas says, "Virtis even."
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Perigourd turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
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Roelaren waves.
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Speaking to you, Guarrin says, "Thank you for sharing, Sir."
>recite Thank ye all for the fond memories, of all those close to us
You recite quietly:

"Thank ye all for the fond memories, of all those close to us"

>
Roelaren says, "As do I."
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Missoni smiles at you.
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A small golden will-o'-wisp carelessly peeks out from inside Evia's acorn amulet.
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Roelaren agrees with you.
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Kothos smiles at you.
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A low chirping sound comes from within an incised rolaren cricket box.
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Tebon says, "I fear it may be so fer Morgiest as well."
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Tebon nods at Geijon.
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Kothos agrees with you.
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Roelaren nods at Tebon.
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Cryheart nods at Tebon.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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recite I bed ye all a good night and safe travels
You recite quietly:

"I bed ye all a good night and safe travels"

>wave
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You wave.
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Roelaren says, "Have not seen him in many years."
>
Cryheart waves to you.
>look
Guarrin nods understandingly at Kothos.
>
[Gryphon Holding, Great Hall] (18057011)
A light draft stirs the banners draped overhead, each measure of silk representing a knight of the Order. Dominating the room is a massive oak table with a dozen tall chairs around it. Three smaller tables are set up in an alcove off the eastern wall for more private gatherings. Elaborate figurines of former members line the mantel of a huge fireplace set at the far end of the room. Flanking the hearth, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a wide selection of reading material and ancient tomes. You also see a scratched steel coffer, the mural-sided Perigourd cassone, a battered antique faewood crate, a live-edge thanot table set on spiraled rakka horn legs with some stuff on it, a white monir table burned with a keep-overlooked seaside cityscape with some stuff on it, a newel staircase and a wooden ladder.
Also here: Perigourd, Sir Geijon, Ambassador Ardwen, Cosannie, Sir Tebon, Lady Temperess, Lord Morandas, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Dame Deavon, Lord Kothos who is sitting, Bathcwyn Missoni, Dame Evia who is sitting, Grand Lady Cinabar, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Sir Guarrin who is sitting
Obvious exits: none
>
Evia says, "Sad to say it just probably is so."
>
Roelaren waves.
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Morandas says, "Good night all."
>
Cryheart says, "Rest well."
>
Morandas waves.
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Morandas tries to pull Temperess toward him.
>go stair
[Gryphon Holding, First Floor] (18057010)
Unadorned stone walls and narrow windows leave this room rather stark and austere. A fireplace fills most of the north wall, and the large table and benches that stand in the center of the room appear to be polished and new. Against the south wall, two rearing ivory gryphons hold between them an ebony and crimson dart board with silver numerals. You also see a rose-etched glass of plum-colored wine, a newel staircase, a basket of sticks and a massive oak door.
Obvious exits: none
Roelaren followed.
>go door
[Gryphon Holding, Open Courtyard] (18057009)
Designed to be used for training, the courtyard is ringed with several devices for improving combat skills. In the center is an arena of sand for practicing skills against opponents. A set of racks rests against the south wall, storing several items of weaponry and armor. Near the western wall, a wide stone staircase leads up to the door, giving entrance to the tower. A selection of refreshments wait on a nearby table. You also see a large iron bound chest, a gate and an arch.
Obvious exits: none
Roelaren followed.
>go arch
[Gryphon Holding, Barbican] (18057008)
Dark grey stone blocks arch overhead in a barrel vault that supports the tower above, and brass lanterns hang high in the corners, glowing in warm invitation. The stone floor is barely visible beneath a thick layer of heavily tamped sawdust and sand. A narrow passage continues northward through an arch leading toward a verdant bailey. You also see a portcullis and a large trapdoor.
Obvious exits: none
Roelaren followed.
>go port
[Gryphon Holding] (18057007)
The stone tower rises above the surrounding marsh, narrow window slits and a battlement about the gabled roof giving it an almost sinister appearance. To the north, east, and west, the slope of the hillock descends sharply and is quickly lost beneath the reeds and cattails. A moat, fed by an underground river, encircles the stone tower, and a black-armored dwarven guard stands watch near a portcullis with a sturdy drawbridge. You also see a lazy wild shadow black dog.
Obvious paths: southwest
Roelaren followed.