Tuesday, December 20th 2011
4724h, 3811m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:25:520>
Tvistor's eyes gleam with generosity.
4724h, 3811m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:26:384>
Tvistor gives a plush, black Logosmas hat to you.
4724h, 3856m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:27:210>
Tvistor gives a red-striped candy cane to you.
4724h, 3796m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:28:927> [-15m]
Taraus looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
4724h, 3796m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:31:180>
4724h, 3781m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:36:484> [-15m]
Tvistor tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs
his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."
4724h, 3736m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:47:970>
Tvistor gives a heart-shaped box of chocolates to you.
4724h, 3736m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:49:845>
4724h, 3736m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:52:206>
4724h, 3736m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:52:268>
Tvistor gives a sugared gingerbread cookie to you.
4724h, 3721m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:53:418> [-15m]
Tvistor rubs his hands together greedily.
4724h, 3721m CXEK||HeSF -<11:57:54:650>
You say in Mhaldorian, "From the reports given to me."
4724h, 3586m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:38:752> [-30m]
You just received message #10066 from Anke.
4724h, 3586m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:41:961>
You say in Mhaldorian, "And there are a lot of them."
4724h, 3571m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:45:412> [-15m]
[Nicia - Stygian Crossroads ]
4724h, 3556m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:48:604> [-15m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "Its Lord Bard's doing."
4724h, 3556m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:49:313>
[Nicia - Stygian Crossroads ]
4724h, 3556m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:51:700>
<-DEF DWN->: Mass down!
4724h, 3541m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:53:137> [-15m]
You take out some balm and quickly rub it on your skin.
<-DEF UP->: You got MASSED!
329 applications of density remaining.
4724h, 3541m CXEK||HesF -<11:58:53:239>
4724h, 3541m CXEK||HesF -<11:58:53:455>
You may apply another salve or balm to yourself.
4724h, 3541m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:54:115>
There is no next message to read.
4724h, 3541m CXEK||HeSF -<11:58:57:200>
You take a drink from an oaken vial.
Your mind feels stronger and more alert.
929 sips of mentality remaining.
4724h, 4129m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:11:886> [+633m]
Tvistor says in Mhaldorian in a smoothly flowing voice, "He randomly decided you
deserved a gift? How generous of Him."
4724h, 4114m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:15:103> [-15m]
You may drink another health or mana elixir or tonic.
4724h, 4114m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:16:322>
Taraus says with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Huh, bards always were a pain in
the ass, I see that hasn't changed."
4724h, 4099m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:19:405> [-15m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "Apparently, they didn't like my sock in their city.
"
4724h, 4099m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:22:180>
4724h, 4084m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:24:043> [-15m]
4724h, 4069m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:28:537> [-15m]
Tvistor raises an eyebrow at you.
4724h, 4069m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:29:198>
Tvistor says to you in Mhaldorian in a smoothly flowing voice, "Your sock in
their city?"
4724h, 4054m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:35:465> [-15m]
You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.
4724h, 4039m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:38:537> [-15m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "I dropped a stocking in Cyrene."
4724h, 4024m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:43:657> [-15m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "Apparently the Bard master threw it back here."
4724h, 3994m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:55:163> [-30m]
You point off to the east.
4724h, 3994m CXEK||HeSF -<11:59:56:987>
You say in Mhaldorian, "With a few additions."
4724h, 3979m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:00:555> [-15m]
4724h, 3964m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:07:312> [-15m]
You say to Taraus in Mhaldorian, "And yes...bards always where annoying as hell,
that hasn't changed."
4724h, 3904m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:24:540> [-60m]
Tvistor says in Mhaldorian in a smoothly flowing voice, "In the future, perhaps
you should refrain from dropping off stockings in enemy cities. It is beneath
our dignity, humorous though it may be."
4724h, 3889m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:28:963> [-15m]
The corners of Tvistor's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
4724h, 3889m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:33:054>
You wave your hand dismissively.
4724h, 3859m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:40:421> [-30m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "Best way to get coal for the forge, my friend."
4724h, 3844m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:47:178> [-15m]
You say in Mhaldorian, "Dignity be damned, I'm broke."
4724h, 3829m CXEK||HeSF -<12:00:53:079> [-15m]
Stygian Crossroads. (Mhaldor)
A noxious, red-hued fog overwhelms the area with a thick, palpable vapour. A
runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A small mhun miner has been nailed
upon a ridged, blood stained cross and left to perish. The cadaverous figure
here atop the Idol of Corruption seethes with hatred. A look of disgust
plastered across his face, Mhaldorus intently surveys his surroundings. There
are 2 ominous liches here. A large school of piranha swims here inside a deep,
murky pool. A sewer grate looms darkly beneath your feet. There are 2 knights of
the Maldaathi here. Keeping an eye out for trouble, Drobund is here. The leather-
bound Apocrypha lies closed upon an obsidian pedestal. A ladder of long, soft
leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. A sigil in the shape of
a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. An obsidian eye sigil is here. A
frilly, bright red Logosmas stocking with the name "Rakon" and a lovely Muurn
landscape cross-stitched on it hangs improbably in the air here. A morbidly
obese cat breathes heavily in the corner. Stretching its wings in an impressive
display is an ebony pegasus, its dark coat absorbing the surrounding light.
Standing still as a statue, a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some
movement in the distance. An elegant bloodstone bench is here. A stone chest is
here. Cleric Tenemara Ka'Tal, Vir'Consan is here. She wields a wicked-looking
daegger in her left hand and a cavalry shield in her right. You may ENTER
SUBDIVISION from here.
You see exits leading northeast, east (open door), west (open door), northwest,
up, and down.
4724h, 4108m CXEK||HeSF -<12:03:01:172>
p stocking
This large, plush stocking is crafted from bright red, fuzzy material and
bordered around the top by several lengths of feminine lace and a furry band of
pristine white. The stocking is exceedingly long and deep, and capable of
holding many things inside at one time. A loop of solid white ribbon has been
affixed to the seam running up the length of the heel, acting as a perfect catch
to hang the stocking from. Along the stocking's side, cerulean and silver thread
crisscross back and forth to depict a picturesque landscape from the Muurn basin,
with tiny writing stitched underneath.
IT HAS 14 MONTHS OF USEFULNESS LEFT.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
This piece of clothing is for looks and style (but not for staying warm).
It bears the distinctive mark of Makesh (a denizen).
A frilly Logosmas stocking cross-stitched with the name "Rakon" is holding:
Nothing.
4724h, 4012m CXEK||HeSF -<12:03:27:740>
p hat
Ultra-plush velvet has been dyed an inky black and formed into a simple cone
shape to sit atop the head. A few patches of velvet have been ruffled by the
caress of fingers. A thick band of holly-berry-red velvet has been seamlessly
stitched to the bottom, creating a wide trim, where a name or a short phase can
be added. A fluffy pompon ball, in the same red, has been added to the pointed
top, adding enough weight to send it flopping over to any side. Jingling with
every movement of the head, two silver bells hang with the red ball. Tucked
inside the hat, a white tag displaying a phoenix carrying a rose has been sewn.
Embroidered on it are the words:
Merry Logosmas, from all of Cyrene!
It has 94 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 8 ounce(s).
This piece of clothing is for looks and style (but not for staying warm).
It bears the distinctive mark of Melodie.
4724h, 3937m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:50:869> [-75m]
This lovely gingerbread cookie is frosted with pink icing with a blue star piped
in the centre. Large sugar crystals shimmer like little diamonds on its surface.
It weighs 0 ounce(s).
You begin concentrating on efficient digestion.
4724h, 3618m CXeK||HeSF -<12:05:09:779> [-115m]
As you raise a sugared gingerbread cookie to your lips, it suddenly jolts in
your hand, splitting apart to reveal a wicked mouthful of gleaming steel teeth.
4724h, 3618m CXeK||HeSF -<12:05:09:823>
You have recovered equilibrium.
4724h, 3618m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:13:645>
Gnashing its maw in manic metronome, a sugared gingerbread cookie leaps towards
you, ripping your flesh apart in a dough-scented whirlwind of agonising savagery.
2475h, 3618m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:13:869> [-2249h]
2475h, 3603m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:14:790> [-15m]
You take a drink from an oaken vial.
The tonic heals and soothes you.
2942 sips of vitality remaining.
3576h, 3603m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:14:893> [+1101h]
You eat a potash crystal.
POTASH MAAAAAAAAAKES MEE TAAAAAAAAANKY!!
4048h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:14:932> [+472h] [+439m]
You remove 1 potash, bringing the total in the Rift to 1770.
4048h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:14:951>
4284h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:15:124> [+236h]
4284h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:15:507>
"Ooowwwww!" you whine.
4284h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:16:159>
With a final snap of its zig-zagging jaw, a sugared gingerbread cookie skitters
away, leaving a trail of crumbs behind.
4284h, 4042m CXEK||HeSF -<12:05:17:842>