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dare I forget that."
You smile and say to Kanivara, "We give them teddy bears and shit."
Kanivara Cardinalis says, "That doesn't make cages any better."
Trikal says to Kanivara Cardinalis, "He didn't say they were commodity, they're
being adopted into stable living conditions."
Kanivara Cardinalis says, "In cages."
Trikal says, "Housing units..."
You say, "Cages are just smaller, barred rooms really."
Kanivara Cardinalis says, "The name makes no difference, a cage is a cage, a
cell is a cell. That's not -right-."
You say, "We even stretched to make them high enough the kids can stand upright
in them."
Kanivara's expression turns to one of fury.
You have emoted: Ingram brushes a hand down the front of his tie, squinting at
the wall with a smile. "Because Ingram's Corner for Wayward Wee Ones is a corner
that cares."
Current event: Free-For-All
Player Health/Mana Location
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Wylliam 6834/6834H 3700/3700M A rugged ascent
Conner 6989/6302H 5220/5220M Among the misted Sycamore and Elder
Jura 4507/4507H 3700/3700M A well-traveled watering hole
Latharn 5273/5273H 4042/4042M A well-traveled corner in the lush forest
A fire-warmed common room. --- Area 105: Spinesreach -------- v54658 --- [ ]-[>] [<] | [+] / [<]-[ ] / \ | [ ] [ ] --- A fire-warmed common room ----- 7:1:0 --- A velvet-lined wooden basket has been set here for the disposal of used glasses. A black iron fireplace is here, 2 plush, reclining burgundy armchairs have been placed at it. Sprawled out in a reclined, burgundy armchair, Ishin snores lightly. He wields a spiked kite shield in his left hand and a hammer of forging in his right. out A courtyard draped in willows. --- Area 105: Spinesreach -------- v56785 --- [ ]-[>] [<] | [x] / [+]-[ ] / \ | [ ] [ ] --- A courtyard draped in willows - 7:0:0 --- The stars glimmer down from a clear and cloudless sky, bathing the landscape in silvery light. A flowerbox is here, bursting with fertility. Iron chains enveloped by bleeding heart vines, a swing hangs from a nearby tree. Invitingly draping between two trees, a knotted gray cotton hammock is hung here. Arm over his face, Zarni lies in a knotted white cotton hammock, sleeping soundly. You see exits leading east, southeast, southwest, and in. in;d A candlelit wine cellar. --- Area 105: Spinesreach -------- v55048 --- [+] --- A candlelit wine cellar ------ 7:1:-1 --- A repurposed wine cask table is here, 2 curved wooden stools have been placed at it. Inkh is here, resting in the corner with his hat pulled down over his eyes. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and a buckler in his right. You see a single exit leading up.So much love for my Guildies. They make me laugh.
(Bloodloch): Ahuul says, "More orphans."
(Bloodloch): Yveria says, "Slay their parents, and you will have them."
You bestow your cityfavour upon Yveria.
Beside a ramshackle fishing sloop.
The sun sinks toward the cloudless horizon, shining out radiant and fiery from the western skies.
Hagriphim sits atop the pier here with legs dangling beneath him and fishing rod in hand. A shrouded
angel floats here like a drowned thing, surrounded by a chill aura. Phendegwen Tanarian, The Engineer is
here. He is riding on a large war elephant. He wields a spiritual mace in his left hand. You see a sign
here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale. A rickety fishing sloop, laden
with fishing rods and other supplies, bobs alongside the pier here.
You see a single exit leading west.
The deepening night provides hope for the coming of the dawn as the moon traces its path across the sky.
Phendegwen beams broadly at you.
Phendegwen pats a bamboo fishing pole in a friendly manner.
Phendegwen Tanarian, The Engineer says, "Fishing!"
Atticus gives Phendegwen a tight hug.
Sir Atticus Sinclair, Reaper of Harvests says, "Fishing!"
Phendegwen beams broadly at Atticus.
Mariena looks back and forth from father to fiance. She is clearly confused by the appeal.
Ahhh... Male Bonding Experiences?
You carefully investigate the area, looking for details about the fish you might find.
You are standing within Shallows of the Beryl Sea.
The shallow waters teem with unfamiliar creatures.
You sense that you will be unable to catch any of the fish that remain here. Your Fishing
ability is not yet advanced enough!
You have not fished here before.
Equilibrium Used: 2.00 seconds
>ab
Practical Skills Rank
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Fishing 100% Transcendent (Modified from Novice 16%)
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-> DANG those are some outrageously difficult fish to catch...
You reel frantically against the fish's bulk, trying to bring it closer to you.
With a mighty heave, you lift an ocean sunfish out of the water.
Added an ocean sunfish to your bucket!
At 0 oz., this falls below your heaviest catch of an ocean sunfish at this hole by 0 oz.
-> But not as elusive as the non-existant-yet-existant fish!
Also, the bugs have been patch, thanks to @Obyn . It was fun being a cheating McCheaterson while it lasted. Bwahahaha!
through experimenting too adventurously with his own venom."
You also have to be careful of the venom that makes your palms hairy.
And if you're rajamalan, it'll make your hands bald. Weird shit.
To the proprietor of the Hound and Halberd Tavern:
Earlier this month, I happened across your establishment while searchingfor a morsel to cure the emptiness in my belly. Being in a rush, havinga great need to find a hat not laden with crushing amounts of jewels, ribbons, or feathers and finding myself frustratingly unsuccessful as well as feeling increasingly unpleasant hunger pangs, I opted for your specialty, assuming that such a designation labeled it a safe bet. Perhaps it is my fault for not slowing down to consider my choice or the many other options available in your tavern. However, I believe the label of specialty should carry with it a guarantee of quality.
I have rambled quite enough and should now make my complaint quite clear. In short, I would rather have starved to death upon the ice-begotten ground than consumed your specialty. I imagine that, had my grandfather encountered great misfortune during one of his adventures and fallen headfirst into Bloodlochs infamous volcano, his charred remnants would quite uncannily resemble the ashen slab of who knows what you so callously refer to as a specialty. In fact, I would wager that my grandfather would taste better. It was as if I had thrust my hands into a spent firepit and gobbled up the lot of it. Your dish not only is highly offensive to all the senses, but it presents a choking hazard as well I am shocked that I somehow remain breathing after the experience. I implore you, for your customers health and sanity, to either remove this offering from your selection or otherwise give to it a name more fitting than specialty I suggest something along the lines of rancid pig loaf from the fiery depths of the Underworld.
On the other hand, your strawberries were lovely. Very refreshing.
Sincerely,
A deeply dissatisfied consumer
Because @Sarita asked so nicely (and for reference) The design:
a plate of flame-broiled "Xenia's Specialty"
Dropped:
A plate of something lies here, nice and black.
Examined:
While it's clear that this plate once contained food, an overzealous chef has clearly had her way
with the recipe, leaving little beyond charred bones and clumps of burnt gristle. Flakes of ash
flutter lazily off what was once meat, coating the dish in a black, dusty powder in lieu of
seasoning.
Smell:
The acrid scent of smoke and burnt meat rises from this dish.
Eaten 1p:
You choke down the charred, burnt pieces of meat on this pitiful plate, flakes of ash dusting the
corners of your mouth and coating your lips in soot.
Eaten 3p:
$(name$) chokes down the charred, burnt pieces of meat on $(his$) pitiful plate, flakes of ash
dusting the corners of $(his$) mouth and coating $(his$) lips in soot.
Taste:
Plainly put, this dish tastes horrid: burnt meat, burnt fat and a pinch of extra burnt ash for a
kick of seasoning.
Unable to help or hinder, you watch transfixed as Didi's body begins to swell and grow, her arms elongating and her
skin stretching and taking on a translucent grey sheen. She throws back her head and screams, the incredible sound
driving your hands to your ears defensively. The scream dies down and you stare, speechless, at Didi. She lowers her
gaze to fix upon you, and you realize in horror that her eyes now appear empty and haunted.
An agonized scream startles all into a brief hushed silence as Didi finally transcends the mortal body, assuming the
hollow form of a Tekal.
Aaaaaaggh. And now that @didi has assumed her rightful throne, we can move on with our plan of total conquest.
High fives for everyone!
(Bloodloch): @Zsadist says, "I'd suggest getting inside. The sun is at its highest peak."
Attempting to brave the sun's rays, Zsadist has been burnt to a crisp.
(Bloodloch): @Cariv says, "Can."
(Bloodloch): Cariv says, "Can I just uh. The irony is palpable."