Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 16:34:41 GMT -5
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A couple of hand-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A shard of agate lies half buried in the dust.
A translucent blue stone lies here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A rough chunk of bluish rock lies here.
A lump of grainy white chalk lies here.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is reclining here, looking a bit winded.
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"We'll have to work on that."
You look down at the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth.
Tall and solidly built with an athletic frame, this female elf seems to
be the definition of statuesque. Her form is accentuated by a stern set
face seemingly crafted by a sculptors hand, in which each element is
expertly set and compliments the others. Jet-black hair set in tight braids
and coal black eyebrows highlight her light brown skin, tinted around her
eyes and forehead with a faint red pigment. Her black eyes sparkle in their
coal rimmed settings, seeming to change to a dark brown with the light.
Her nose is long, but slightly flattened at the bottom, accenting her sharp
cheekbones. Her mouth with full, bluish-tinted lips is set firmly, yet the
occasional smile reveals sharpened canines, dyed a blood red. The base
of her chin is tattooed with three small parallel vertical lines, which draws
ones gaze downwards from top to bottom.
Her face is pale and her eyes are strained and sad.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is in excellent condition.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is using:
<on head> several stone-adorned bone headbands
<in hair> a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
<face> a set of sharply filed upper and lower canines
<around neck> a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
<throat> a small set of grey inked tools
<over right shoulder> a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
<around right wrist> a thick and vibrant kryl shell armlet
<around left wrist> a thick and vibrant kryl shell armlet
<hands> a tattoo of a six-pronged star
<on forearms> a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
<on right index finger> a sapphire-studded ivory ring
<on left index finger> a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
<on right middle finger> a pyramid carved, polished white stone ring
<on left middle finger> a bone, black pearl ring
<around body> a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
<on legs> a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
<around right ankle> a fanged climbing spike
<around left ankle> a fanged climbing spike
<on feet> a pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
She is carrying:
nothing obvious
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth looks up at you.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak gazes down, frowning.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth nods at you.
You brandish your bone-tipped spear.
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak stands back, considering the elf.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Afternoon."
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"Do we like girl elfs? "
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth looks up at you.
Cautiously, you ask, in sirihish:
"Ey. Akai?"
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth glances up unconcerned and nods.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"Akai girl elfs."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says, in sirihish:
"Ayup. "
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"I would put that spear away if I were you."
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"They're not much different from elf boys."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"You want the Akai done?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth holds up the stone and looks it over.
Smirking, you ask, in sirihish:
"You threatening me?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"You the one holdin' a spear in my direction. But suit yasself."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth rises from the ground, and clambers to her feet.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth drops a hand-sized chunk of grey stone, which falls to the dusty ground.
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"They could be useful. We'll smile and be nice."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth opens her glossy, black-leather satchel.
You stop holding your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth gets her vicious, jade-handled longknife from her glossy, black-leather satchel.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth shrugs.
Sniffing, you say to the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth, in sirihish:
"The Agent says you live. Thank her."
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak turns, dismissive.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You dissolve the psychic link.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A hand-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
A couple of hand-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A shard of agate lies half buried in the dust.
A translucent blue stone lies here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A rough chunk of bluish rock lies here.
A lump of grainy white chalk lies here.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is standing here.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says, in sirihish:
"Any time ya want ta try ya luck then... Jus come lookin'."
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak stops, slowly turning.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth brandishes her vicious, jade-handled longknife.
You lower the hood of your desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
You draw a bloodied fanged baobab spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth gives a raspy chuckle.
The wind loses some momentum.
His voice hardening, you ask, in sirihish:
"What the fuck did you say to me?"
You send this message to the staff:
"Elf mouthing off to a half giant. Could go badly."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"I say you threaten a Dealer..you makin' a mistake. Ya heard me clear 'nuff I reckon."
Flatly, you say, in sirihish:
"Only a mistake if you think that a threat. I dont take no lip from no neck."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's shoulders rise in a shrug.
Smirking, you ask, in sirihish:
"You think anyone in the Ivory miss you if you trip an fall in the chasm?"
Scoffing, you say, in sirihish:
"Not even other neckers."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Suit yasself. "
You brandish your bloodied fanged baobab spear.
You hold your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth yawns a bit as she watches you.
You hold your bloodied fanged baobab spear.
You brandish your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Now..unless you plannin' on usin' that thing, I got work ta do."
With hard punctuation, you say, in sirihish:
"No. Lip."
You take aim at your target...
You throw a bone-tipped spear at the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth, and she groans as it strikes her.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth stumbles to the ground.
You inflict a grievous wound on the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's body with your stab.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's eyes roll back in her head.
A vicious, jade-handled longknife clatters to the ground as the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth releases it.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth crumples to the ground.
You do unspeakable damage to the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's back with your stab.
The last rays of the red sun fade over the Grey Forest.
The bristle-furred male half-giant sniffs dismissively, yanking his bloody spear out of the dead elf.
You pick up a bone-tipped spear.
It is very light.
You send this message to the staff:
"I'll put in a pvp report shortly."
You pick up the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is no problem, and full.
You pick up a vicious, jade-handled longknife.
It is very light.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A plant with spotted white leaves grows here.
The bristle-furred male half-giant tucks the dead elf under one arm.
You are carrying:
a vicious, jade-handled longknife
the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf
a bone-tipped spear
the body of a stilt lizard
the body of a verrin hawk
a large blue bag
You drop the body of a stilt lizard, which falls to the dusty ground. Shown to the room as:
The body of a stilt lizard lies crumpled on the dusty ground.
You drop the body of a verrin hawk, which falls to the dusty ground. Shown to the room as:
The body of a verrin hawk lies crumpled on the dusty ground.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A rough bit of carnelian lies here obscured in the dust.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A hand-sized chunk of red stone lies here.
A rough bit of temboeye lies here obscured in the dust.
A black stone rolls on the ground here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A rose etched from obsidian lies here.
A hand-sized chunk of dark stone lies on the ground here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few hand-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A couple of small, unpolished topazs are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A couple of chunks of cloudy white quartz are here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
Sparse Scrub Near the Chasm Edge [S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
The land rises sharply to the north causing the areas to the south
and east to appear as a giant bowl in the earth. On the other side of
the ridge to the north a great, gaping chasm can be seen, winds blowing
through its depths as it runs from east to west.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A greyish chunk of soapstone lies here.
A couple of lumps of grainy white chalk are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A few small, translucent stones are here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A head-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
The bristle-furred male half-giant looks over the edge, considering.
In the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf (carried) :
a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
a bone, black pearl ring
a pyramid carved, polished white stone ring
a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
a couple of fanged climbing spikes
a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
a couple of thick and vibrant kryl shell armlets
a glossy, black-leather satchel
a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
a sleek, obsidian-bladed punch dagger
a bloodied pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
several stone-adorned bone headbands
an used bloodied tight-fitting, flame leather cuirass
a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
a sapphire-studded ivory ring
a thin leather belt
a rough white stone
a large red bag
a rough bit of temboeye
The bristle-furred male half-giant strips a few items from the body.
You get your bone, black pearl ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your bone, black pearl ring into your large blue bag.
You get your pyramid carved, polished white stone ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and empty.
You put your pyramid carved, polished white stone ring into your large blue bag.
You get your sapphire-studded ivory ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your sapphire-studded ivory ring into your large blue bag.
You get your fanged climbing spike from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your fanged climbing spike into your large blue bag.
You get your fanged climbing spike from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your fanged climbing spike into your large blue bag.
180/180 hp 42/42 mana 48/166 mv 141/180 stun armed>look in body
In the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf (carried) :
a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
a couple of thick and vibrant kryl shell armlets
a glossy, black-leather satchel
a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
a sleek, obsidian-bladed punch dagger
a bloodied pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
several stone-adorned bone headbands
an used bloodied tight-fitting, flame leather cuirass
a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
a thin leather belt
a rough white stone
a large red bag
a rough bit of temboeye
You get your brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and about half full.
In a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath (carried) :
a couple of thin bone throwing daggers
You get your large red bag from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and less than half full.
In a large red bag (carried) :
a blocky piece of grey stone
You send this message to the staff:
"Can I have help junking this body, as Urk is going to throw it into the chasm?"
Sparse Scrub Near the Chasm Edge [S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
The land rises sharply to the north causing the areas to the south
and east to appear as a giant bowl in the earth. On the other side of
the ridge to the north a great, gaping chasm can be seen, winds blowing
through its depths as it runs from east to west.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A greyish chunk of soapstone lies here.
A couple of lumps of grainy white chalk are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A few small, translucent stones are here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A head-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
A staff member sends:
"I will help."
The bristle-furred male half-giant lifts the frail form of the elf over his head, sending it in a high arc out into the chasm.
The bristle-furred male half-giant watches the body sail out of sight, snickering cruelly under his breath.
The body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf goes spinning slowly through the air as it is hurled away, vanishing into the chasm.
The bristle-furred male half-giant brushes off his hands, turning away.
Muttering, you say, in sirihish:
"One less. Good start."
You raise the hood of your desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A couple of hand-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A shard of agate lies half buried in the dust.
A translucent blue stone lies here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A rough chunk of bluish rock lies here.
A lump of grainy white chalk lies here.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is reclining here, looking a bit winded.
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"We'll have to work on that."
You look down at the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth.
Tall and solidly built with an athletic frame, this female elf seems to
be the definition of statuesque. Her form is accentuated by a stern set
face seemingly crafted by a sculptors hand, in which each element is
expertly set and compliments the others. Jet-black hair set in tight braids
and coal black eyebrows highlight her light brown skin, tinted around her
eyes and forehead with a faint red pigment. Her black eyes sparkle in their
coal rimmed settings, seeming to change to a dark brown with the light.
Her nose is long, but slightly flattened at the bottom, accenting her sharp
cheekbones. Her mouth with full, bluish-tinted lips is set firmly, yet the
occasional smile reveals sharpened canines, dyed a blood red. The base
of her chin is tattooed with three small parallel vertical lines, which draws
ones gaze downwards from top to bottom.
Her face is pale and her eyes are strained and sad.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is in excellent condition.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is using:
<on head> several stone-adorned bone headbands
<in hair> a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
<face> a set of sharply filed upper and lower canines
<around neck> a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
<throat> a small set of grey inked tools
<over right shoulder> a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
<around right wrist> a thick and vibrant kryl shell armlet
<around left wrist> a thick and vibrant kryl shell armlet
<hands> a tattoo of a six-pronged star
<on forearms> a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
<on right index finger> a sapphire-studded ivory ring
<on left index finger> a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
<on right middle finger> a pyramid carved, polished white stone ring
<on left middle finger> a bone, black pearl ring
<around body> a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
<on legs> a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
<around right ankle> a fanged climbing spike
<around left ankle> a fanged climbing spike
<on feet> a pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
She is carrying:
nothing obvious
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth looks up at you.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak gazes down, frowning.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth nods at you.
You brandish your bone-tipped spear.
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak stands back, considering the elf.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Afternoon."
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"Do we like girl elfs? "
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth looks up at you.
Cautiously, you ask, in sirihish:
"Ey. Akai?"
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth glances up unconcerned and nods.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"Akai girl elfs."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says, in sirihish:
"Ayup. "
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"I would put that spear away if I were you."
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"They're not much different from elf boys."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the olive skinned, jet haired woman:
"You want the Akai done?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth holds up the stone and looks it over.
Smirking, you ask, in sirihish:
"You threatening me?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"You the one holdin' a spear in my direction. But suit yasself."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth rises from the ground, and clambers to her feet.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth drops a hand-sized chunk of grey stone, which falls to the dusty ground.
The olive skinned, jet haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"They could be useful. We'll smile and be nice."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth opens her glossy, black-leather satchel.
You stop holding your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth gets her vicious, jade-handled longknife from her glossy, black-leather satchel.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth shrugs.
Sniffing, you say to the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth, in sirihish:
"The Agent says you live. Thank her."
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak turns, dismissive.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You dissolve the psychic link.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A hand-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
A couple of hand-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A shard of agate lies half buried in the dust.
A translucent blue stone lies here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A couple of head-sized chunks of dark stone are here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A rough chunk of bluish rock lies here.
A lump of grainy white chalk lies here.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth is standing here.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says, in sirihish:
"Any time ya want ta try ya luck then... Jus come lookin'."
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak stops, slowly turning.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth brandishes her vicious, jade-handled longknife.
You lower the hood of your desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
You draw a bloodied fanged baobab spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth gives a raspy chuckle.
The wind loses some momentum.
His voice hardening, you ask, in sirihish:
"What the fuck did you say to me?"
You send this message to the staff:
"Elf mouthing off to a half giant. Could go badly."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"I say you threaten a Dealer..you makin' a mistake. Ya heard me clear 'nuff I reckon."
Flatly, you say, in sirihish:
"Only a mistake if you think that a threat. I dont take no lip from no neck."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's shoulders rise in a shrug.
Smirking, you ask, in sirihish:
"You think anyone in the Ivory miss you if you trip an fall in the chasm?"
Scoffing, you say, in sirihish:
"Not even other neckers."
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Suit yasself. "
You brandish your bloodied fanged baobab spear.
You hold your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth yawns a bit as she watches you.
You hold your bloodied fanged baobab spear.
You brandish your bone-tipped spear.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth says to you, in sirihish:
"Now..unless you plannin' on usin' that thing, I got work ta do."
With hard punctuation, you say, in sirihish:
"No. Lip."
You take aim at your target...
You throw a bone-tipped spear at the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth, and she groans as it strikes her.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth stumbles to the ground.
You inflict a grievous wound on the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's body with your stab.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's eyes roll back in her head.
A vicious, jade-handled longknife clatters to the ground as the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth releases it.
The extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth crumples to the ground.
You do unspeakable damage to the extremely short and gaunt figure in a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth's back with your stab.
The last rays of the red sun fade over the Grey Forest.
The bristle-furred male half-giant sniffs dismissively, yanking his bloody spear out of the dead elf.
You pick up a bone-tipped spear.
It is very light.
You send this message to the staff:
"I'll put in a pvp report shortly."
You pick up the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is no problem, and full.
You pick up a vicious, jade-handled longknife.
It is very light.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A plant with spotted white leaves grows here.
The bristle-furred male half-giant tucks the dead elf under one arm.
You are carrying:
a vicious, jade-handled longknife
the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf
a bone-tipped spear
the body of a stilt lizard
the body of a verrin hawk
a large blue bag
You drop the body of a stilt lizard, which falls to the dusty ground. Shown to the room as:
The body of a stilt lizard lies crumpled on the dusty ground.
You drop the body of a verrin hawk, which falls to the dusty ground. Shown to the room as:
The body of a verrin hawk lies crumpled on the dusty ground.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A rough bit of carnelian lies here obscured in the dust.
A small bit of unworked spinel lies discarded here.
A rough white stone lies here.
Sparse Scrub [N, S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A hand-sized chunk of red stone lies here.
A rough bit of temboeye lies here obscured in the dust.
A black stone rolls on the ground here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A rough white stone lies here.
A rose etched from obsidian lies here.
A hand-sized chunk of dark stone lies on the ground here.
An unworked, yellowish-green jewel lies discarded here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few hand-sized chunks of grey stone are here.
A couple of small, unpolished topazs are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A couple of chunks of cloudy white quartz are here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
Sparse Scrub Near the Chasm Edge [S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
The land rises sharply to the north causing the areas to the south
and east to appear as a giant bowl in the earth. On the other side of
the ridge to the north a great, gaping chasm can be seen, winds blowing
through its depths as it runs from east to west.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A greyish chunk of soapstone lies here.
A couple of lumps of grainy white chalk are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A few small, translucent stones are here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A head-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
The bristle-furred male half-giant looks over the edge, considering.
In the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf (carried) :
a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
a bone, black pearl ring
a pyramid carved, polished white stone ring
a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
a couple of fanged climbing spikes
a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
a couple of thick and vibrant kryl shell armlets
a glossy, black-leather satchel
a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
a sleek, obsidian-bladed punch dagger
a bloodied pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
several stone-adorned bone headbands
an used bloodied tight-fitting, flame leather cuirass
a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
a sapphire-studded ivory ring
a thin leather belt
a rough white stone
a large red bag
a rough bit of temboeye
The bristle-furred male half-giant strips a few items from the body.
You get your bone, black pearl ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your bone, black pearl ring into your large blue bag.
You get your pyramid carved, polished white stone ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and empty.
You put your pyramid carved, polished white stone ring into your large blue bag.
You get your sapphire-studded ivory ring from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your sapphire-studded ivory ring into your large blue bag.
You get your fanged climbing spike from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your fanged climbing spike into your large blue bag.
You get your fanged climbing spike from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light.
You put your fanged climbing spike into your large blue bag.
180/180 hp 42/42 mana 48/166 mv 141/180 stun armed>look in body
In the body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf (carried) :
a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath
a pair of sleek, jet-black onyx sunslits
a couple of thick and vibrant kryl shell armlets
a glossy, black-leather satchel
a long, hooded aba of black sandcloth
a sleek, obsidian-bladed punch dagger
a bloodied pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
a brightly-coloured linen wrap skirt
several stone-adorned bone headbands
an used bloodied tight-fitting, flame leather cuirass
a gem-adorned, flame leather collar
a bone, claw-tipped finger clasp
a thin leather belt
a rough white stone
a large red bag
a rough bit of temboeye
You get your brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and about half full.
In a brilliant, fang-crossed strap sheath (carried) :
a couple of thin bone throwing daggers
You get your large red bag from your body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf.
It is very light, and less than half full.
In a large red bag (carried) :
a blocky piece of grey stone
You send this message to the staff:
"Can I have help junking this body, as Urk is going to throw it into the chasm?"
Sparse Scrub Near the Chasm Edge [S, W, U]
Small patches of brown grass have taken root here, along with short
loreshi shrubs and some stemwoods. Stringy numut vines snake out of
the nearby groves like rotted flesh on the earth. An occasional tall
agafari or baobab tree breaks through the somewhat dry land, breaking
the otherwise brick-red rocky ground.
The land rises sharply to the north causing the areas to the south
and east to appear as a giant bowl in the earth. On the other side of
the ridge to the north a great, gaping chasm can be seen, winds blowing
through its depths as it runs from east to west.
To the east, the land rises sharply, where an old and broken road
can be seen atop the red-colored rock.
A small yellow stone lies on the ground.
A chunk of cloudy white quartz lies here.
A small piece of flint lies here.
A greyish chunk of soapstone lies here.
A couple of lumps of grainy white chalk are here.
A blocky piece of red jasper lies here.
A few rough bits of carnelian are here.
A few triangles of rough red sandstone are here.
A few shards of agate are here.
A few small, translucent stones are here.
A couple of rough chunks of bluish rock are here.
A few translucent blue stones are here.
A head-sized chunk of grey stone lies here.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
A staff member sends:
"I will help."
The bristle-furred male half-giant lifts the frail form of the elf over his head, sending it in a high arc out into the chasm.
The bristle-furred male half-giant watches the body sail out of sight, snickering cruelly under his breath.
The body of the jewel-eyed, light-brown elf goes spinning slowly through the air as it is hurled away, vanishing into the chasm.
The bristle-furred male half-giant brushes off his hands, turning away.
Muttering, you say, in sirihish:
"One less. Good start."
You raise the hood of your desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
