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The rain pours down beneath the darkness of night, the clouds blotting out the heaven and stars. A
faun of the ancient wood lingers in the area, his presence vaguely eerie. The wooden body of a
lifeless Satyr shaman is here, alive no more. A piece of folded paper has been gruesomely inserted
into a grievous gash in the middle of the dead Satyr's forehead. Imparter Caitria Cardinalis, the
Wildcat is here, shrouded. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a tower shield in her
right. Huntress Valorie Aresti is here. She is riding on a flowery pink cherry dendaric entbeast.
She wields a vicious dark brown dhurive in her hands.
You see exits leading north, east, south, southwest, and northwest.
You have reached your destination.
You can see the following 5 objects:
"faun115193" a faun of the ancient wood.
"satyr92873" the corpse of a barbaric Satyr shaman.
"paper63255" a folded slip of paper.
"entbeast157837" a flowery pink cherry dendaric entbeast.
"eland156076" a verdant sylvan eland.
The corpse of a barbaric Satyr shaman rises up to his feet, looking refreshed.
H:7280 M:5408 E:114% XP:18% [eb] [none]
Caitria points at the blood-soaked paper.
H:7280 M:5408 E:114% XP:18% [eb] [none]
No it most certainly does not.
Date: 5/18/2021 at 6:39
From: Chakrasul, Goddess of Corruption
To : Everyone
Subj: Saffron returns!
To all the cooks of Sapience and beyond, I must introduce myself. After the destruction of El'Jazira, and the demise of my amazing, wonderful, and tragically missed rival, I have come to a new market with all of my previous
Ahem. Scribes. Can't trust them!
I was until recently a poor second in the field of selling saffron and other related wares, but due to my previously incomparably unbeatable rival's incredibly unfortunate passing, I am now in the awe-inspiring - and completely coincidental, entirely unrelated to any recent events, except of course for the obvious death - position of being the premier saffron merchant in the lands! Please come visit me at the Xorali market to help me support my long-suffering wife and eleven children through the trials of now being a very important merchant of absolutely no relation to anyone that might come to mind.
Penned by my hand on Closday, the 9th of Chakros, in the year 495 MA.
Times are tough when even Goddesses have to hit the free market to support their families.
Edit: THE GODDESS OF CORRUPTION WAS A SPICE MERCHANT THIS ENTIRE TIME. IT ALL MAKES SENSE.
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Act as you would wish to be treated.
"It costs you nothing to assume that we are acting in good faith."
Sekeres did not just drink straight from an essential oil bottle like a weirdo. She drank from a wine bottle.
Cameryn nods along. Of course she did. Totally wine bottle.
Sekeres drinks from an elegant, Havothi marked wine bottle of chilled, Iron Hill's Fleck's milk.
You have emoted: Teotl flicks one ear at the stumble, jerking out of their reverie and turning to see if Cameryn were fine, and definitely saw Sekeres drink from a wine bottle like a normal tavern-goer.
(Market): You say, "The Red Lion in Enorian (v56480), we have everything. Including a name you can pronounce!"
(Market): Didi says, "Roar."
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "Muaha."
(Tells): "Hehe," you tell Jhin.
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "// HELP MEJEVSAVENEL."
(Tells): "((I just painstakingly typed that and nothing shows up, and then copied and pasted it and nothing shows up.))" you tell Jhin.
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "//help mejevsavelnel."
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "//help mejevsavelnel."
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "// oops meant that once."
(Tells): "((I see...I think I'll stick with colors and animals.))" you tell Jhin.
(Tells): Jhin, The Titan tells you, "// lol."
Photo courtesy of @Toz 😂
(Illuminai): Saltz says, "Moxie is just doing the Moxie thing to do, often misinterpreted."
(Tells): Sir Iames Gallant, the Executioner tells you, "The one Illuminai beyond prayer, I swear."
Valingar: "How could a daughter of me, the most noble man in the south, be so heartless?"
(Tells): Haven Locke, Illuminai Khimaira tells you, "Be that as it may, I've also seen the strength in you. You can take care of yourself."
(Web): Dourif says, "I'm your man."
(Web): Fyrren says, "You've got a problem D."
(Web): Fyrren says, "You need to lay off the chocolate."
(Web): Dourif says, "I have."
(Web): You say, "Need a mechanic that every chocolate you eat you gain a lb... and each lb makes you slower at walking."
(Web): Dourif says, "No."
(Web): Dourif says, "We do not."
(Web): Fyrren says, "Every 20 lb will drop your celerity by 1."
(Web): Dourif says, "Oh no."
(Web): Dourif says, "Gonna die."
(Market): Dourif says, "Buying mint and caramel chocolates."
Lenoriel gives a moist washrag to Gribbit.
A frown wrinkles Gribbit's brow as he articulates a "Hrm...."
Gribbit croaks out, "What is this?"
Lenoriel Ali'vani says, "Simply 'scrub' with it, and you will be less... aromatic."
Gribbit croaks out, "I smell like victory."
You giggle happily at Gribbit.
Lenoriel wrinkles her nose in distaste.
You gag a bit as Gribbit's stink wafts over you.
Lenoriel Ali'vani says, "That sort of victory is best left unshared, I think."
Lenoriel grins mischievously at Gribbit.
Gribbit croaks out, "Fine. But I feel you are jealous."
Seemingly bemused, you say to Zima, "Just don't, like, neglect your other training, okay?"
Zima says to you, "Never, Lieutenant! I am working very hound with beating my hard into shape!"
(Web): Abhorash says, "Nerds."
(Web): Abhorash has left your web.
Alela's Affirmations
place a person in the pod in exchange for all of our fifteen items?"
Head Librarian Tegoleth frowns at you.
You say, "Going to take that as a no."
Quietly, Head Librarian Tegoleth says, "Hypothetically? Yes. Practically? I think not. They would
fit - it's not a question of size - but - a person?"
Slowly, you say, "I'm sure this person would have a fair amount of snacks stuffed into their pockets
to last for.. however long this pod will be sealed - which is how long again, exactly?"
Raising an eyebrow, Head Librarian Tegoleth says, "Ten years."
You suck thoughtfully on your teeth.
Head Librarian's Office.
Its lid askew, a large venantium pod stands here. With a calm visage, Head Librarian Tegoleth keeps
an eye on her surroundings. Its belly to the ground, a crocodile waits here with its jaws open,
baring that distinctive crocodile smile. An elk stands here proudly, its tall antlers jutting
upward. Bred for endurance and ferocity, a grey-furred direwolf stands here. A baleful raloth looms
here, tossing its great head back and forth in a display of strength. A small sign indicates that
LIBRARY CATALOG will list the materials in this library.
You see a single exit leading southwest.
Hesitantly, Head Librarian Tegoleth says, "Loath as I am to ask... why do you wish to package
someone up in a pod for ten years? Family trouble? Misbehaving child?"
You say, "Ah, but to ensure the wisdom this person possesses to uh, live on. For future
generations."
All attempts at humour seem to fall flat with the presence of Head Librarian Tegoleth's dull,
monotonous tone. "Still," she resumes in her typically no-nonsense manner. "Perhaps they ought to
write a book."
You open your mouth but say nothing.
Grumbling a bit, you say, "Alright, I guess.. Enorian will be back with fifteen or so items."
You huff.
(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Isia, "It's a no-go on fitting Aeryx in there."
The faint tinges of a wry smile crease Head Librarian Tegoleth's mouth, though her eyes remain
composed. "I look forward to the donations."
(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Isia, "Seems to be an issue of logistics when it
comes to snacks."
Tell me how I'm doing!
Tell me how I'm doing!
vampire. "You're that girl who sells flowers around here, aye?" He asks conversationally.
This Human man is rather clearly a vampire, making no efforts to conceal his pale skin or fangs. His clothes are
well-tailored but simple and a single skeleton flower has been tucked into the man's front pocket on his coat. The
basket in his hands is laden with a wide assortment of creepy-looking, odd-smelling flowers, the notable scent of
corpses and death overpowering the other scents. His hair is dark and short, his eyes a startling shade of blue.
A tall, dark-haired vampire looks weak and feeble.
He carries over ten weeks of survival experience.
A tall, dark-haired vampire ponders your profile, deep in consideration.
You say, "Oh. You're a man. Goodness, damn these eyes."
You tap your nose knowingly.
Slowly, a tall, dark-haired vampire says, "Might need those checked."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You say to a tall, dark-haired vampire, "They don't recruit us for our eyes or brains. They say ''ey, go smash that
blur over there.'"
Grinning, a tall, dark-haired vampire says, "Fair enough."
(Tells): Her voice laden with crackling fire, Kalena whispers warmly to you, "// What's up?"
(Tells): "((I was thinking its kinda generic we call our city points city points...we should have a name for them like Duiran does with acorns. So my initial idea was 'Beacon Bits'...because...Bacon Bits...))" you tell Kalena.
(Tells): Her voice laden with crackling fire, Kalena whispers warmly to you, "// OMG. ROFL!"
(Tells): "((Buwahahaha))" you tell Kalena.
(Carnifex): Veris says, "Just a huge fire where we've all perished and rose again."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Uh... okay."
(Carnifex): Tetchta says, "The Templars want to engage in an arranged marriage with our officers to mend the centuries of strife and Mjoll said yes. So start picking your spouses."
(Carnifex): Taj says, "..Pardon?"
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "I choose DEATH."
(Carnifex): Veris says, "No one is more strapping than DEATH."
(Carnifex): Tetchta says, "You're undead, that's no escape!"
(Carnifex): Alela says, "I... uh..."
(Carnifex): Desidora says, "Yeah I tried that already, can I skip that?"
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "Shit."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "HA!"
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "To mend the centuries of strife? I had thought better of you, Keep..I shall have to rethink everything."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "AHAHAHAHAHAHA."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "Oh no."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, from Albedos, "I'm going through a wall, I can feel it."
(Carnifex): Veris says, "Warlord! The strife would just be beginning with the inter-martial problems we would face!"
(Carnifex): You say, "I promise You, Warlord, there is nothing that causes more Strife than marriage."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Ha!"
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Also, nicely done, Reaper."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "Ah, too right you are. I have commented a few times on the ever-glowing fire that is the strife wrought from a marriage for most mortals."
(Carnifex): Desidora says, "Again, been there, done that. Can I skip it this time?"
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "You are not an officer in the Keep that I am aware of, I believe you are spared. If you would enjoy Strife in other forms, My Legion is always available to you."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "I'm not interested in marrying any of the Templar as I'm pretty certain I wouldn't find any of them... satisfying. I'll marry the Commander, though, if she likes."
(Carnifex): Kanivara says, "I am already married."
(Carnifex): Desidora says, "Oh You are right, Warlord. Out on
technicality! Nice."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "It is my understanding that mortals may marry multiple times. You are not spared, Rabbit."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "You are not prepared for me,
Lieutenant."
(Carnifex): Taj says, "Wait, I am not an Officer either."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "You know that's not true, Commander."
(Carnifex): Kanivara says, "My relationship with Nantafiria allows for play, not multiple spouses."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "Oh look, cultists to kill."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "I-- Father above, Rabbit, there are some things that I do not wish to learn."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "AHAHAHAHAHAHA."
(Carnifex): Veris says, "The Commander is a handful, LT. I should know as her daughter! My poor Father."
(Carnifex): Kanivara says, "A warning then: stay out of my bedroom."
(Carnifex): Zima says, "Ah, my many joys of being unmarried. All work, and also all play."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Allow me to remind You, Warlord, of the meaning of dookie..."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Or don't. That's Your prerogative."
(Carnifex): Tetchta says, "I hate it here."
(Carnifex): Desidora says, "I wish I was too young for this conversation."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "We've really taken a weird turn."
(Carnifex): Veris says, "Lord Mesis started it, blame him!"
(Carnifex): Alela says, "You do not, Lord Mesis. You literally started this, anyways."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "Lord Mesis is BLAMELESS. HOW DARE."
(Carnifex): Tetchta says, "I always underestimate my power, to
my own dismay."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "Oh, he took credit. ITS HIS FAULT."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "Which of you will be marrying the Pentarch? She sends me gifts of rotting meat pies, I imagine this is some custom her people see as friendly."
(Carnifex): Zima says, "That would be Ser Taj, Warlord."
(Carnifex): Taj says, "What?"
(Carnifex): Desidora says, "Snrk."
(Carnifex): Tetchta says, "I already have a redhead in my life, don't need another."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "The bugs are getting bigger in Luzith's lair."
(Carnifex): Alela says, "Bigger? And more fetching, I daresay?"
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "They've learned to dance. It's the strangest thing."
*after bashing in Terryson faces repeatedly*
At least @Toz clarified.
(Web): Abhorash says, "Nerds."
(Web): Abhorash has left your web.
Alela's Affirmations
Aetolia is a mad house.
(Bloodloch): Tetchta says, "You hear that, Mjoll? You're back up.
"
(Bloodloch): You say, "REsigning."
(Bloodloch): You say, "Retiring."
(Bloodloch): You say, "Bury me in the tundra."
(Bloodloch): Alela says, "Farewell, Commander. It was an honor
serving."
(Bloodloch): Bamathis says, "Denied."
(Bloodloch): You say, "Shit."
(Bloodloch): Tetchta says, from Sapience, "Snrk."
(Bloodloch): Zima says, from Sapience, "HAH."
(Bloodloch): Alela says, from Sapience, "HA!"
Location: Before the ruined skull of a massive wyrm
(Bloodloch): Motrec says, "...We won't speak about how I got killed by a gobbler twice."
A warbling hobgobbler shouts, "Gobble gobble gobble gobble!"
You pointedly say nothing at all.
You shout, "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
As if responding to your question, the tremulous tones of a warbling hobgobbler sound in your mind: "GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!!!!"
You are afflicted with stun.
You are too stunned to be able to do anything.
You are no longer stunned.
You have cured stun.
"Wow!" you exclaim in surprise.