Brumblwitz yells 'Oh, um... r-r-right!?'

<HERALD> Vanisse gossips: 'Who's littering? I'll have to have a word with Kedaleam..'

You yell 'I make a mockery of garbage, I guess! Right, Brumblwitz?'

You chuckle politely.

Brumblwitz yells 'V-V-Vikka is making a m-m-mess!?'

You yell 'Just a good joke on plain unlucky me.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You yell 'We were playing charades in front of Vikka.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.
The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

Vikka the serving girl yells 'Oh sure, pick on poor Vikka.'

You yell 'It was my turn to masquerade a pile of garbage!'

Brumblwitz yells 'Sh-Sh-She started it!?'

Cyprian palms his face with both hands.

Brumblwitz lets out a hearty laugh.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

Brumblwitz stands up.

Brumblwitz utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'.
A magic mushroom suddenly appears.

You yell 'You're not ..you're not poor!'

You yell 'You're..'

Brumblwitz gets a magic mushroom.

Brumblwitz eats a magic mushroom.

You yell '..you're rich in..'

Brumblwitz utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'.
A magic mushroom suddenly appears.

You yell '..in.'

Brumblwitz gets a magic mushroom.

Brumblwitz eats a magic mushroom.

You yell 'Alcoholic selectoins!'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.
Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'Desire for a blazing fire (a warning to the pyro within),' written by Jyra.'

Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'It starts with a flame'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'The intense desire for a blazing fire'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'From the flame comes the smoke'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Which feeds the desire for a blazing fire'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Smoke rises above the trees'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Proclaiming the desire for a blazing fire'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'The flames licks at autumn's leaves'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Feeding the desire for a blazing fire.'

Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Animals cry for burns suffered'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Because of a desire for a blazing fire'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Bird flee the terrible scene'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Afraid of the desire for a blazing fire'

Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'The flames die down at last'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Exhausted by the desire for a blazing fire'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'A man lays dead and charred in the woods'
Farael the Herald chants breathlessly 'Killed by the desire for a blazing fire.'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you. '

You yell 'That takes spirit!'

You peer intently at Brumblwitz.

You say 'Who is that voice??'

Brumblwitz giggles.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

Brumblwitz says 'Th-Th-The one yelling!?'

Cyprian tentatively stands up from behind a lounge chair, palm on its back.

You nod.

You nod.

You say 'It didn't sound mortal.'

Brumblwitz says 'Th-Th-That's Vanisse. She's not.'

You say '..does it even compare..?'

You are sober.
You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

Brumblwitz shakes his head.

Cyprian stands up, demystified...seeing Brubmlwitz just kind of...tossed a name out.

You say 'Oh.'

You say 'No prefix?'

Vanisse walks in.

Vanisse peers around herself intently.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

Brumblwitz says 'L-L-Lady Vanisse.'

Vanisse says 'What are you all doing!'

Cyprian freezes in place.

Vanisse looks around for garbage.

Cyprian coughs in to a palm, quickly.

Brumblwitz stuffs his notepad in his pocket.
You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.
The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

Cyprian nudges Brumblwitz. Say something!

Vanisse peers intently at Brumblwitz.

Brumblwitz says 'H-H-Hi!?'

Cyprian pretends he's not there.

Kaeam snorts softly.

Brumblwitz says 'We we-we-were just talking!?'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

Vanisse says 'Oh?'

Brumblwitz agrees absolutely.

Vanisse says 'Are you interviewing him?'

Cyprian breaks the silly attempt..it was pretty stupid.

Vanisse pokes you in the ribs.

You say 'No. We spied out Vikka.'
You are dying of thirst!
You are starving.

You slap yourself, silly you.

You say 'I mean..'

You bow deeply.

You say 'Lady Vanisse..that's it right..?'

You peer intently at Vanisse.

Vanisse says 'Oh.'

Kaeam says 'You were looking at Vikka as she walked away from you?'

Kaeam says 'Dirty man.'
Vanisse says 'Yes, I'm Vanisse.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

The Echo Point
| A huge wooden doorway welcomes you into this bright,
| lively circular room. A sign hangs above it, etched with
| the words "The Echo Point: A Place of Free Speech". An
| extravagant wooden stage has been placed in the very
@-*-F| center, down a small set of stairs. Carved onto the sides
| | | of the stage are images of heralds telling stories to
* *-*| those willing to listen, along with various quotes that
| | || have emerged throughout the years. The walls seem unique,
*>*-F| made of marble and stone - covered in numerious pieces
---------+ of expensive paper.

[Exits: east south]
Some velvet lounge chairs have been arranged to face the stage.
Kaeam the Student of Magic is here.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
(Charmed) A wrinkly, brown puppy is here, plodding along beside its master.
Brumblwitz the Initiate of the Arcane Path is here.
Farael the Herald is here, reciting poetry from Serin's past.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Kaeam snickers softly.

You say '..dirty?'

Vanisse says 'What is Vikka up to?'

You shake your head.

You shake your head.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'Into the Wild,' written by Alehem.'

Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'When winter first begins to bite'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'And stones crack in the frosty night,'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'When pools are black and trees are bare,'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings ''Tis evil in the wild to fare.'

Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'when cold winds in sky do blow'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'And the darkening of the Sun heralds woe,'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'When storms fret night with care'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings ''Tis evil in the wild to fare.'

Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'When after the darkness gives way'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'And coming of Sun heralds Day'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings 'Warmth caresses all without a care'
Farael the Herald lifts his voice and sings ''Tis good then, in the wild to fare.'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you. '

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'Nothing. I was just pulling some wool over Brumblwitz, here.'

Brumblwitz says 'He s-s-says she's plotting!?'

Vikka the serving girl says 'I'm not plotting!'

You say 'Say-ing..how absolutely wonderful she isn't, when she actually is!'

Cyprian chuckles nervously.

Brumblwitz shakes his head.

You say 'Haha. Haha. Ha. Ha.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Vanisse looks around baffled.

Cyprian coughs. It wasn't funny.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

You scan south.
*** Range 1 (south) ***
Vikka, the serving girl of the tavern, stands waiting for a customer.
Zaistin the bard guild guardian stands here guarding his guild.
*** Range 2 (south) ***
Daene the trainee files his nails in anticipation of a challenge.
Roslefusio the bard guildmaster sits here on a stool, nursing a split knuckle.

You say 'She called me nominee material.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

Vanisse says 'Oh?'

You say 'Normally I'd beat around a hundred horses..'

You say '...and string along a nonsensical rabbit trail.'

You say 'But..'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say '..you could smite me..if you wanted to.'

Vanisse says 'That's quite a lot of animals.'

You say 'So..'

You say '..animals?'

You point at Brumblwitz.

Brumblwitz says 'You s-s-said she was g-g-going to tear you down l-l-later!? What did you m-m-mean by that!?'

You agree absolutely.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'I was totally lying.'

Brumblwitz drinks water from a water jug.

You say 'I was joking.'

Brumblwitz drinks water from a water jug.

Brumblwitz drinks water from a water jug.

You say 'She was being helpful.'

You say 'That's all.'

You say 'I got bored and wanted to make some fun out of it.'

Vanisse says 'Though, you know, Vikka has some pretty shady dealings with someone in a hooded cloak.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Brumblwitz agrees absolutely.

Vikka the serving girl says 'I do not!'

Cyprian kicks a pebble not on the ground. Aw. Poor Cyprian.

Brumblwitz says 'I h-h-have seen it!?'

You say 'She does?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say '..I'm not...on a death roster or anything...'

You say '..am I?'

Vanisse buys a strange, thick cigar.

Brumblwitz says 'Wh-Wh-What's that about Vikka!?'

Vanisse says 'That's where she gets these things.'

Brumblwitz buys a greasy hamburger.

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Brumblwitz.

Vanisse gives you a strange, thick cigar.

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Brumblwitz eats a greasy hamburger.

Brumblwitz gasps in astonishment.

Vanisse yells 'You know you're guilty Vikka.'

Cyprian looks at a strange, thick cigar in his hand.

Vikka the serving girl yells 'I am not!'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You grin.

Vikka the serving girl protests profusely.

Cyprian immediately wipes the crap-eating grin off his face.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
The town clock tolls once as the day begins.
Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'The Bear,' written by Valkrin.'

Farael the Herald belts out 'Sleeping soundly months go by.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Hunger awakens the sleeping beast.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Forests all around freedom he roams.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Guided by his stomach, food he seeks.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Things he sees, things he smells lead him down the path.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'On and on he must go to find his treasure.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Honey and berries he finally finds.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'His quest if over his stomach full he naps once more.'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you.'

Brumblwitz says 'I-I-I thought she just had a g-g-garden.'

Vanisse says 'Honestly Farael, timing.'

Vanisse nicely asks Farael the Herald to be more quiet.
Farael the Herald says 'No need to be nice to me.'

Cyprian twirls a cigar between his fingers and out of sight.

You put a strange, thick cigar in a worn knapsack.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'So right.'

Vanisse lets out a hearty laugh.

You say 'Nominee. Of hot air.'

You say 'Passing trends that never went in style.'

Brumblwitz points at himself proudly.

You drink rum from a bottle of rum.

You shake your head.

You say 'Myself.'

You say 'You make too much sense.'

You point at Brumblwitz.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Brumblwitz giggles.

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

You say 'I don't feel like I do, lately.'

You shrug.

You say '..I have a question..'
Vanisse says 'You seem to be still searching for a guild.'

Vanisse says 'Yes?'

Cyprian covers his mouth.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Cyprian uncovers his mouth.

You say '..is it..'

You peer around yourself intently.

Brumblwitz says 'H-H-How was the r-r-reading!? That was a comfy s-s-f wasn't it!?'

You say 'Alright to address you so casually..?'

You patiently twiddle your thumbs.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say '..I feel compelled to be a bit more reverent...'

Vanisse says 'Well of course. I don't really like the ma'aming and ladying. It makes me feel old.'

You agree absolutely.

Brumblwitz smiles happily.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'Consider it done.'

Vanisse cheers and sings... she is just BURSTING with joy!

You say 'Going forward.'

You say 'Else, you can string me up yourself.'

You say 'And I can be Vikka's dartboard..?'

You say 'That'd be fun to watch.'

Brumblwitz winces in agony.

You say 'Wouldn't it.'

Vanisse says 'Oh, don't tempt her.'

You peer intently at Brumblwitz.

Brumblwitz shudders at the horror and represses tears.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'Oh no...?'

Vanisse says 'She would probably do it.'

Brumblwitz agrees absolutely.

Cyprian chokes on his last question.

You say 'Right..I-I should probably can that.'

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Cyprian scratches the tip of his nose thoughtfully..

You say 'So!'

You say 'There you have it!'

You say 'NO garbage!'

Cyprian chuckles nervously.

Vanisse says 'So it seems.'

You are sober.
You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'The Bear,' written by Valkrin.'

Cyprian blinks sl ow ly.
Farael the Herald belts out 'Sleeping soundly months go by.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Hunger awakens the sleeping beast.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Forests all around freedom he roams.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Guided by his stomach, food he seeks.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Things he sees, things he smells lead him down the path.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'On and on he must go to find his treasure.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'Honey and berries he finally finds.'
Farael the Herald belts out 'His quest if over his stomach full he naps once more.'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you.'

Vanisse says 'Are you truly interested in becoming a tavern patron?'

Brumblwitz pulls out his notepad and furiously scribbles some notes.

You say 'Of course!'

You say 'I just..'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Brumblwitz says 'J-J-Just what!?'

You say '..didn't feel like I did anything.'

You say 'EXCEPT.'

Strut your stuff.

You say 'Walk into Vikka's life.'

Brumblwitz ruffles your hair playfully.
Vanisse says 'Oh. To be a patron all you need to do is drink and be in a tavern a lot.'

Cyprian poses ridiculously.

Vanisse lets out a hearty laugh.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Brumblwitz smiles happily.

You say 'Oh.'

Brumblwitz gets a bottle of rum from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

You drink rum from a bottle of rum.

You say 'I qualify.'

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

Cyprian raises a bottle of rum in affirmation.

Vanisse says 'Brumblwitz, or any Patron or Herald can nominate you.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Vanisse says 'It allows you to gossip all over the realms.'

<HERALD> Vanisse gossips: 'Alll sorts of juicy gossip.'

Brumblwitz says 'W-W-Want me to nominate you!?'

Cyprian grins.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

<PATRON> Brumblwitz gossips: 'All s-s-sorts of it!?'

You say 'At your leisure, Sir Brumblwitz.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

<HERALD> Vanisse gossips: 'Oh yes. And with Mystics and Nobles as well!'

You say 'Who said winos can't EXCEL!'

Vanisse lets out a hearty laugh.

You try to give yourself a high five. What ARE you thinking?

Brumblwitz frowns.

You drink rum from a bottle of rum.
You feel drunk.

You raise your eyebrow at Brumblwitz.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'what? DoOoEhszs thaot dEprEZszs yaouhH...?'

Brumblwitz says 'I m-m-must be a member of the t-t-tavern to nominate.'

Brumblwitz sits down and thinks deeply.

Vanisse blinks innocently.

You say 'vbaah.. whhenNn iiT'ss tiimme, it'sSs tIme.'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

Vanisse says 'Hmm odd.'

You say 'ViiKkahh DId IT.'

You say 'maYbe..'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'If Only,' written by Azerayhna.'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'I was how you wanted me to be'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'I would stop breaking us apart'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'I could use my tears to heal you'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'You could love me the way I am'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'I could love you as you should be'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'I could be any one but me'

Farael the Herald serenades 'If only'
Farael the Herald serenades 'We could start over again'

You say 'No.'
Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you. '

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Brumblwitz says 'C-C-Can't blame Vikka for e-e-everything!?'

You say 'Farael did it.'

Vanisse tries to put a gag on Farael.

Cyprian nods sagely.

Vanisse has nominated you to allow you join the tavern.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'You're right, Brumblwitz. She does have her accomplices.'

Vanisse says 'Well, I can nominate, anyhow.'

You say '..you're..'

Vanisse says to Brumblwitz 'I will figure out why you can't.'

You say '..absolutely..'

Brumblwitz scribbles some more notes before stuffing his notepad back in his pocket.

You say 'Actually, no. I'm not going to ask you to repeat yourself.'

You drink rum from a bottle of rum.
You feel drunk.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!
The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

You say 'waoUhLdnnn't Be sSsmMaart..'

[ Human ] Jman the Corpse Sniffer
[ Human ] Akuzo the Pupil of Prevention
[ Elf ] Kaeam the Student of Magic
[ Human ] Waquipol the Weaponsmith
[ Elf ] Ivendel Thronbo the Gladiator of Gore
[ Duerg ] Epidemios the Order of the Red Robe
[10 Human Flr] Cyprian the Adventurer
[ Gnome ] Brumblwitz Greybrow the Initiate of the Arcane Path, Patron of the Tavern
[58 Wisp SUP] <HERALD> Vanisse the Myth Weaver
Players found: 9
There are 9 characters on; the most on this past month was 18.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'sSsO..whhat Do Ii do.. JjusSst blow mmmaoRe Hhaot awiir?'

Brumblwitz drinks rum from a bottle of rum.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'nnnOmmInnatiioOonNnszs exziIZSsT to nnnawrrOoW A pOooOol aofF awpplicAnts, rIight?'

Brumblwitz says 'I c-c-can listen if you n-n-need to talk!?'

You thank Brumblwitz heartily.

You say 'LikewiissE..'

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'yOouhh Do tHhEh ssahMmME.. ii'll lisTEhn..'

Vanisse says 'We nominate those who we think will be good additions to our tavern-going community.'

You smile happily.

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'cknnEW I waoszs uhZSseffuhhL ffor ZSsomeThHiIngh.'

Cyprian cheers a toast to himself.

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

Brumblwitz says 'Th-Th-The Travellers' Rest is a-a-another lovely tavern. '

You are dying of thirst!
You are starving to death!

You say 'i sSzaW!'

You say 'YOu toook meh TherE!'

Brumblwitz agrees absolutely.

Vanisse says 'That's the Herald Headquarters.'

Vanisse beams broadly!

You say 'awND ii nootiiced it wahszs riiGhht NneXt tao He-'

You say 'yEhaoh.. rIGhht nNnEkzt Tao that!'

Vanisse says 'We have the ONLY working toilet in Serin.'

Vanisse buffs her nails on her cloak.

Brumblwitz smiles happily.