Abandoned Realms - Saturday, July 02, 2016, 10:46 PM
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*-+-*| with mirthful laughter and general happiness. Going east
---------+ leads you back to the Main Street. To the west is the
Mocker's Tavern.

[Exits: east west]
Melidus the Meditator is here.
Ofel the Lieutenant of Armaments is here.
(Charmed) A bull is here, grudgingly following its master.
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
(White Aura) Istina the usher sits here nursing a bottle of wine.

Ofel looks at Erilas.

Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Cyprian Outside Mocker's Tavern
Erilas Outside Mocker's Tavern
Melidus Outside Mocker's Tavern
Ofel Outside Mocker's Tavern

Ofel looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Erilas smiles happily.

Ofel looks at Erilas.

[ H-Elf ] Destrian Nash the Paladin Knight
[ Undea ] <PK> (OUTLAW) Zirta the Succubus
[35 Human Hea] <PK> [Luck] Cyprian the Divine Healer, Patron of the Tavern
[ H-Elf ] Erilas Lunason the Hymnist, Patron of the Tavern
[ Gnome ] Melidus the Meditator
[ Fire ] Krite the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Pixie ] Valiel the Overseer of Fantasy
[ Stone ] Cartsel Mementhal the Forger
[ Fire ] Earl Ofel the Lieutenant of Armaments
Players found: 9
There are 9 characters on; the most on this past month was 20.

Ofel gets a pair of a red dragon's rear claws from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Ofel gives a pair of a red dragon's rear claws to Erilas.

Ofel looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

<PATRON> Cyprian gossips: 'Welcome back, Patron Erilas.'

<PATRON> Erilas gossips: 'Thanks Cyprian!'

You are thirsty.
The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.
Smoke from the Demonflame fills the surroundings.

You drink water from a barrel.

Erilas smiles happily.

Erilas says 'Back to the bar, shall we?'

<PATRON> Cyprian gossips: 'You're welcome. But please credit fortune, ill or well, to whom has dominion ovr it.'

You nod.

Istina the usher sips at his wine.
Erilas walks west.
You follow Erilas.
Istina the usher sips at his wine.
A Cloakroom
+-+-+| Just inside the entryway of the Mockers Tavern, this
|| room is where all of the tavern visitors hang their cloaks
S-+| and overcoats while enjoying the warmth of the cozy tavern
|| fire. The occasional thieving pickpocket can be seen
@-S-+| shuffling through the pockets of loose coats and cloaks,
|| hoping to find a trinket or two left behind by a forgetful
S-+| patron. The floor is covered with puddles of water from
|| some of the dripping wet cloaks.
*-+|
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[Exits: east down]
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
Randolph the bull walks in.

Erilas walks down.
Randolph the bull walks down.
You follow Erilas.
The Eastern Common Room
| You are next to a large fireplace in the common room. This
| is the place where most of the patrons of the inn gather to
S-*-F | rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place where
| | | various artists can perform their trade. You see a few tables
* F-@ | around the fireplace and a small open area as a stage. You
| | | | see the common extend to the west and east. To the south you
*>*-o | can just make out the main stage.
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---------+

[Exits: south west up]
Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
(Charmed) A bull is here, grudgingly following its master.
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

You say 'We can.'

Erilas walks south.
You follow Erilas.
A Beer Garden
S-*-F | You step outside the Mocker's Tavern into a beer garden, filled
| | | with tables for its patrons to sit down on and chug back their
* F-* | drinks. A well-groomed carpet of grass blankets the ground
| | | | beneath your feet, and a six feet high wooden fence protects
* *-@ | the garden from the nosy intrusions of passersby on Main Street.
| There is a rather large white canopy sitting over your head,
| protecting the garden from the rain. Doors back into the tavern
| are to the north and west. To the east you spy a small window
| in the fence, just about big enough to wriggle through.
---------+

[Exits: north west window]
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
Randolph the bull walks in.

Erilas walks west.
Randolph the bull walks west.
You follow Erilas.
Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* F-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A round wine glass is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
(Charmed) A bull is here, grudgingly following its master.
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

Erilas sits down at a polished bar.

You get a mug of ale from a leather backpack.

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

Erilas looks at a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You say 'Vanisse may not require it. But if you're so-inclined..'

Erilas says 'Someone just left their drinks on the bar!?'

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

You say '..please afford her a gnome brain before you leave Serin.'

Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

You nod.

Erilas says 'For Patronage?'

You say 'Brumblwitz left them there, probably.'

You shake your head.
Erilas smirks.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say to Erilas 'For me nominating you.'

Erilas says 'Ahh!'

You say 'You seemed a tad thankful...I'm just suggesting you express it that way.'

Erilas says 'I will gladly do it.'

You say 'Toward Vanisse for that fortune.'

A hooded figure steps out of the shadows.
A hooded figure hands a small bundle to Vikka.
Vikka the serving girl unwraps a small bundle and nods.
Vikka the serving girl says 'These will do.'
Vikka the serving girl hands a purse filled with coins to a hooded figure.
Vikka the serving girl says 'I'll see you tonight?'
A hooded figure nods.
A hooded figure throws down a handful of smoke and vanishes.

You nod.

You say 'But yes. Those lowballs and whatever else..'

Erilas says 'Who left them you thought?'

Cyprian glances over at a bar.

You say 'Brumblwitz. From our last poker game.'

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You say 'He's another patron.'

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

You say 'And a Herald, bless him.'

Erilas says 'Never met him. But if I see him I'll tell him thanks.'

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

You snicker softly.

You say 'I'll bet you will.'

Erilas smirks.

Erilas says 'whhy waoUhldn't I?'

You say 'Oh, no. I'm very sure you will.'

You say 'The simple things seem to inspire your amusement.'

You say 'And appreciation.'

Erilas's thirst scratches her.

You say '..minus thirst.'

You say 'You overlook that, apparently.'

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

You give a barrel to Erilas.

You get a mug of ale from a leather backpack.

Erilas's thirst hits her.

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

Erilas says 'nnnOo ii hhaavEh vbeEhn queNnsjhiinG it, JjUszsT nNnaot WiIThh wahhtehr.'

You put a mug of ale in a wooden bin.

Erilas snickers softly.

Erilas sloshes alcohol everywhere as she fails to find her face.

You say 'Excuses again?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Erilas nudges you.

Erilas's thirst grazes her.

Erilas says 'Been drinking. Not water.'

Cyprian looks down at the elbow with which you nudged.

Armor and entrails decorate the skies as an unfortunate is torn asunder.

You say 'I heard you. And I called it an excuse.'

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

You say 'But I was kidding.'

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

Erilas gives you a barrel.

Erilas thanks you heartily.

A barrel is filled with water.

You say 'Not at all.'

Erilas looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Cyprian takes a clean rag out of a leather backpack.

Cyprian wets it in the barrel and wipes it along the rim of a barrel.

The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

Erilas gasps in astonishment.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say '...what?'

Erilas says 'I don't carry any disease... What's the production about?'

Cyprian wrings the rag and places it back in a leather backpack.

You say 'A pervert might not do it.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'I know you don't have a disease.'

Erilas says 'Ahh, the man of the cloth card, eh?'

You say 'And if you did, I'd have cured it.'

Erilas snickers softly.

You smirk.

You say 'Hardly.'

You say 'I just use some manners when they take me.'

Erilas says 'I kid.'

You say 'Mh-hm.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Jaloro gets a mug of ale from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a juice box from a wooden bin.
Jaloro grumbles to himself 'Uff. More scrubbing.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'It was a gesture of respect.'

Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Cyprian Beside a large bar
Erilas Beside a large bar
Valiel The Main Street

Erilas says 'Quit complaining Jaloro, it's what you're paid for.'

Erilas thanks you heartily.

Erilas says 'I appreciate it.'

You nod.

You say 'Of course.'

Erilas ruffles your hair playfully.

You say 'You seem to have had similar thoughts about mankind, thou-'

Erilas says 'You know?'

Erilas says 'You're alright.'

You say '"Alright" she says.'

Erilas agrees absolutely.

You say 'Please explain distinctions you find worth the mention.'

You feel less armored.
The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Erilas says 'Good, kind, well-mannered.'

You sit down at a polished bar.

You say 'Wasn't always that way...'

Erilas says 'And easily interuprable.'

Erilas snickers softly.

Cyprian leans forward casually and props an elbow on the bar, resting his chin on the correlating palm.

Erilas drinks red wine from a round wine glass.

You say 'Oh, very easily interruptable.'

Erilas says 'That's the word!'

Erilas blushes.

You let out a hearty laugh.

You scan north.

You scan west.

You slowly float to the ground.

You say '...Vikka certainly is a travelling menu...'

Erilas says 'Vikka!'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas says 'She comes.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Cyprian blinks.

You are thirsty.

You drink water from a barrel.

Erilas says 'Vikka!'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Erilas buys a greasy hamburger.

You say 'What do you like among the choices?'

Erilas buys a greasy hamburger.

Erilas eats a greasy hamburger.

You say '..aside from greasy.....stomach primer..'

You are hungry.

Erilas gives you a greasy hamburger.

You say '...'

Erilas says 'They taste so good!'

You stand up.

Object 'greasy hamburger burger' is type food, material meat.
Extra flags: none.
Made to be held.
Weight is 2 lbs, value is 30, level is 0.

You glance over and spot a short, squatty dwarven lady passing a hot cup
of tea to a waiting patron. Her hair is long and well-kept, but her facial
hair is rather wild and seems to have chosen its own path along her small
and rounded face. She looks at you briefly, hoping that you're perhaps a
Herald to review her latest attempt at poetry or short-story work, before
offering you one of her many selections.
Vikka the serving girl is in excellent condition.

You are hungry.
The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

You say '..did Vikka grill them?'

Erilas shrugs helplessly.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You buy a mug of ale.

You buy a mug of ale.

You buy a mug of ale.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You buy a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.

You put a mug of ale on a polished bar.

You put a mug of ale on a polished bar.

You put a mug of ale on a polished bar.

You put a mug of ale on a polished bar.

You say 'Well..whatever.'

Erilas thanks you heartily.

You are hungry.

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

You say 'You bought it. Only this once...'

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

You say '...I'll eat it.'

You say '..this..'

You say '..greasy...'

You say '...stomach bomb.'
Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

Erilas agrees absolutely.

Erilas says 'Goes so well with the drinks.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

You are hungry.
A greasy hamburger decomposes.

Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

Cyprian lifts up a greasy hamburger with both hands, a chuck of freeform meat falls out...and he bites into it anyway.

Erilas stands up.

Cyprian turns green.

You are hungry.

You say '...it went bad rather quick...'

Erilas prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Erilas sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Erilas sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Erilas sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Erilas sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Erilas sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Erilas sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'
You feel a little luckier.

Erilas says 'For the next bite.'

You are already standing.

Erilas snickers softly.

You are hungry.
Your hunger scratches you.

You aren't poisoned.

You say 'Speaking of..'

You see nothing like that in a leather backpack.

You remove a pair of mithril dragonscale boots from your feet.
Aaaaahhh... That feels good.

Erilas sits down and thinks deeply.

Erilas says 'Of what?'

You are hungry.
Your hunger hits you.

You say '"Rabbit's feet."'

You lost your concentration.

An apple crumble suddenly appears.

You get an apple crumble.

You eat an apple crumble.

Erilas says 'If you want rabbit, I know where to get some.'

The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

You say '..but they're on my feet.'

A short, slender half-elf is here, with flowing golden hair shimmering like the heat
rising off the desert sands. It falls softly over her pointed ears, coming to rest
on her shoulders. Milky white skin, dotted with freckles across her nose and cheeks,
makes her bright green eyes seem to shine like gemstones. Through her parted, pink
lips you see her well cared-for teeth. Laugh lines, marked near the corners of her
eyes and around her mouth, make it apparent that she smiles often.
She has done a fair amount of traveling.
Erilas is in excellent condition.

Erilas is using:
<Stuff>

Erilas says 'You might have to fight for it though.'

Erilas looks at you.

Erilas falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

You snicker softly.

You say 'I thought it was funny, too.'

Erilas says 'They suit you.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'I'll interpret that endearingly.'

Erilas says 'Interpret that how you will dear.'

Erilas snickers softly.

You say 'They were a gift. I can't refuse them just because they might be a little frilly.'

You say '..now...throw a million bouqets at me and maybe..'

Erilas says 'From the Myth Weaver herself?'

You say '..I might reconsider.'

You shake your head.

You say 'No, I wasn't blessed that way.'

Erilas sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'They were from a Justice.'

You say 'But..how he knew I had eyed Vanisse's shoes a few times...'
Erilas says 'Ahh! I've never had much doings with the law.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

You say 'Extreme free-spirit like Dunn, then?'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas says 'I try to stay out of trouble... Thats's all I meant.'

You say 'Oh it's fine, either way.'

You no longer see invisible objects.

You sit down at a polished bar.

Erilas says 'I am ambivalent toward most things.'

You say 'Long as you don't kiss the dead and raise them.'

Erilas shudders at the horror and represses tears.

You say 'Ambivalent..?'

The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

A hooded figure steps out of the shadows.
A hooded figure hands a small bundle to Vikka.
Vikka the serving girl unwraps a small bundle and nods.
Vikka the serving girl says 'These will do.'
Vikka the serving girl hands a purse filled with coins to a hooded figure.
Vikka the serving girl says 'I'll see you in the morning?'
A hooded figure nods.
A hooded figure throws down a handful of smoke and vanishes.

You say 'Neither this-way nor that?'

Erilas says 'That;s the word, right?'

Erilas agrees absolutely.

Erilas grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

You say 'Yes, that's right. So you mind neither path.'

Erilas says 'I cannot speak...'

Erilas agrees absolutely.

You say 'Fine by me.'

You get a mug of ale from a leather backpack.

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

You drop a mug of ale.

Vanisse gives you one gold coin for your sacrifice.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'What do you want to do with yourself, by the way.'

Erilas says 'I guess that's what I get for having six whiskey drinks.'

You say 'Probably.'

Erilas shrugs helplessly.

Erilas says 'I have not a clue.'

Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Cyprian Beside a large bar
Erilas Beside a large bar

You say 'You'll chance upon one eventually.'

Erilas says 'Roam, learn, live.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

You nod.

You say 'Yes, that's right.'

A short, slender half-elf is here, with flowing golden hair shimmering like the heat
rising off the desert sands. It falls softly over her pointed ears, coming to rest
on her shoulders. Milky white skin, dotted with freckles across her nose and cheeks,
makes her bright green eyes seem to shine like gemstones. Through her parted, pink
lips you see her well cared-for teeth. Laugh lines, marked near the corners of her
eyes and around her mouth, make it apparent that she smiles often.
She has done a fair amount of traveling.
Erilas is in excellent condition.

Erilas is using:
<Stuff>

Erilas blushes.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas says 'You keep looking at me like that!'

You say 'Relax, I'm not appraising aesthetics, here.'

You are thirsty.

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

Erilas says 'So I'm not aesthetic is it?'

Erilas lets out a hearty laugh.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas pokes you in the ribs.

You are thirsty.
You don't feel as lucky.
The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Erilas prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Erilas sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Erilas sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Erilas sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Erilas sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Erilas sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Erilas sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'
You feel a little luckier.

You say 'I'm just trying to unearth what you won't discuss.'

You are thirsty.
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro grumbles to himself 'Uff. More scrubbing.'

You say 'Through an ambivalence even toward your own history, it seems.'

You get a mug of ale from a leather backpack.

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

Erilas says 'Ask away kind sir.'

You drop a mug of ale.

You say 'I just did.'

You are thirsty.

You smirk.

You say 'You shrugged.'

Erilas says 'Wait, what?'

You say 'Erilas shrugged.'

Erilas shrugs helplessly.

Erilas snickers softly.

You say 'Good thing Serin doesn't rest on your shoulders, hm?'

You are thirsty.

Erilas agrees absolutely.

You drink water from a barrel.

You say '...so readily agreeable to it....'

You mutter quietly to yourself.
Erilas says 'But what was the question?'

You say 'What made this a home to you?'

Erilas says 'I don't want Serin to rest on my shoulders... Now about the home...'

The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

Erilas says 'I was raised by a group of travelers who perform at the circus.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas says 'I was never good enough to have an act of my own.'

You say 'Poor voice? No stage presence?'

Erilas says 'So I came to the city to see what the other side of life was like.'

You say 'Couldn't project?'

You say 'Sorry. Questions later.'

Erilas slaps you stingingly.

You bonk yourself, fool that you are.

You agree absolutely.

You say 'Yes. I earned that.'

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

Erilas says 'They wanted me to walk the high rope.'

Cyprian rubs the side of his face absent-mindedly.

Erilas says 'I cannot do that.'

Erilas says 'Besides, that giant does a phenomonal job...'

Erilas says 'A giant on a tight rope. What a show!'

Cyprian continues listening intently.

The prevailing winds disperse.

Erilas says 'I'm only slightly clumsy, if you haven't noticed. And perhaps a little awkard when dealing with strangers. '

Cyprian swivels around and leans with either elbow on the bar table behind him.

The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

You say 'Seems to me you open up like you know strangers before they knew you.'

Erilas says 'You aren't a stranger though!'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.
Erilas says 'You're a fellow Patron.'

You say 'Pardo-'

A steady stream of energy sweeps by you.

You say 'Well in that sense...'

You boggle at the concept.

Erilas agrees absolutely.

You say 'You're absolutely right.'

Erilas says 'We have something in common.'

You say 'Patronage.'

Erilas agrees absolutely.

You don't feel as lucky.

You say 'So "clumsy." Haven't seen you trip yet..'

You peer intently at Erilas.

You say 'I'm sure I'll see it eventually.'

Erilas says 'Did you not see me fall all over myself trying to run away from Ofel?'

Cyprian tils his head back, staring aimlessly at the bar ceiling.

You say 'That's because I neglected to send you off at the first, like I should've.'

Erilas says 'I guess you were too busy watching the brute try to kill me...'

Erilas nudges you.

You say 'Even your words poke, I see.'

Erilas smiles happily.

You say 'So what was it.'

Erilas says 'It's all in jest.'

You are thirsty.
The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

You say 'Oh, I know. Dry humor.'

You say 'Your poor performances..what was it because of?'

Cyprian brings his head back in, level.

You are thirsty.

You drink water from a barrel.

You get a mug of ale.

You put a mug of ale in a wooden bin.

You get a mug of ale from a polished bar.

You say '...'

You put a mug of ale in a wooden bin.

You get a mug of ale from a polished bar.

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

You put a mug of ale in a wooden bin.

Erilas says 'On the rope? I just don't like walking that thing.'

Erilas says 'When you are forced to do something.'

Erilas says 'Over and over.'

Erilas says 'You grow a resentment.'

You say 'So they let you go because your feet wouldn't scrunch a group of fibers in mid-air?..'

You say 'Oh..no you left it, then.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas says 'Not really.'

Erilas says 'I was no good at it.'

Erilas says 'And I hated it.'

You nod.

Erilas's thirst hits her.

You say 'It's fine.'

You give a barrel to Erilas.

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

Erilas drinks water from a barrel.

You say 'You should buy a canteen sometime.'

Erilas gives you a barrel.

You peer around yourself intently.

Cyprian sits forward.

You say 'And what's with the vampires...?'

Erilas says 'I have a jug, it's just empty.'

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

You are hungry.

Erilas says 'Wow.'

You say 'I can fill it for you, if you'd like..'

Erilas gives you a water jug.

Erilas thanks you heartily.

You stand up.

A water jug is filled with water.

A water jug is filled with water.

It's more than half-filled with a clear liquid.

A water jug is filled with water.

You are hungry.
The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

You give a water jug to Erilas.

Erilas smiles happily.

Cyprian takes a damp rag out of a leather backpack and runs it along the rim of a barrel.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You are hungry.

Cyprian puts a rag into a bin nearby.

An apple crumble suddenly appears.

You get an apple crumble.

You eat an apple crumble.

Erilas says 'We need some music...'

Erilas prepares to sing 'Let it be Known'.
Erilas sings 'Let it be known throughout the land,'
Erilas sings 'For I am the greatest, the most grand.'
Erilas sings 'Let it be known and all take heed,'
Erilas sings 'Young and old know my heroic deeds.'
Erilas sings 'Let it be known with all my glory,'
Erilas sings 'Generations to come will tell my story.'
Erilas sings 'Let it be known my ample fame,'
Erilas sings 'Man and beast do speak my name.'

Erilas's hunger hits her.

You say 'Stories.'

Erilas's hunger injures her.


Erilas buys a greasy hamburger.

A slab of bacon suddenly appears.

Erilas buys a greasy hamburger.

Erilas eats a greasy hamburger.

Erilas eats a greasy hamburger.

You get a slab of bacon.

Erilas looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

You say 'Isn't it monotonous that one is born every day.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

You say 'The difference is in the seed, though.'

Erilas says 'I'm not following.'

You say 'Stories. Here I use it interchangeably with persons born.'

Erilas says 'Ahh!'

The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

Erilas says 'I'll blame it on the whiskey again?'

Erilas snickers softly.

You say 'Sure. I'll accept that.'

Your eyes tingle.

You sit down at a polished bar.

You say 'Will you write your own story? Or let another write it for you.'

Erilas says 'Continue, please.'

Erilas says 'Oh, I plan to write my story.'

Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* F-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A round wine glass is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
(Charmed) A bull is here, grudgingly following its master.
Erilas the Hymnist is here.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

Erilas says 'However drab it may be, it will be my own.'

Erilas smiles happily.

Cyprian places a hand on a mug of ale.

You say 'Impossible.'

You say 'If you write your own story, it won't ever be drab.'

You say 'It'd only be that way if you hate yourself.'

You say 'Otherwise, you're a value by default.'

You say '..but only if you hold the quill in your own hands.'

Erilas says 'Drab to the reader or the writer? Those are two markedly different things.'

You say 'They can be...'

Cyprian leans forward and stares briefly into a mug of ale.

Erilas gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.

Erilas drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.

Erilas licks her mouth and smiles.

Erilas puts a lowball glass filled with whisky in a wooden bin.

The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

Erilas says '...can be?'

You say 'That's right.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'It's not an issue if you really find yourself worth wielding the quill for.'

Erilas says 'I thought you were going to at least finish the though.'

You are thirsty.

You say 'Writing your own destiny, fill the ink with your very blood.'

You say 'Oh I am.'

You are thirsty.

You say 'I'm averse to lecturing.'

You say 'That's all.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Erilas says 'Lecture on, Proctor.'

Erilas snickers softly.

You are thirsty.
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Jaloro gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a mug of ale from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a mug of ale from a wooden bin.
Jaloro gets a mug of ale from a wooden bin.
Jaloro grumbles to himself 'Uff. More scrubbing.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas pokes Jaloro in the ribs.
Jaloro slaps Erilas.

You peer intently at Jaloro.
Jaloro says 'No need to be nice to me.'

Erilas says 'Always complaining, that Jaloro.'

You peer intently at Erilas.

You peer intently at Jaloro.

You peer intently at Erilas.

You peer intently at Jaloro.

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

You are thirsty.

You say 'It's plain, really.'

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.
You are thirsty.

Erilas leans on the bar.

You are thirsty.

You say 'Discover what you were born to live, in order to die for.'

You are thirsty.
The town clock tolls twelve times as midnight arrives.

You say 'And somehow, someway..'

You say '..your life will jump off the very page.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You are thirsty.

You say 'There's a dichotomy though...'

Erilas leans in, listening intently.

You are thirsty.

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

You say 'I'm under the impression that if you live in order to be remembered, you'll trip over the same trench over and again.'

You say 'And die in it.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'someone has auctioned a spiked buckler for 5 minutes, minimum bid 2000 coins.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'someone has auctioned a suit of black minotaur chainmail for 5 minutes, minimum bid 2000 coins.'

Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.

Rimath the trader auctions 'someone has auctioned a great axe of Mahn-Tor for 5 minutes, minimum bid 2000 coins.'

You say 'What's important is that you just write for yourself, with the quill in your own hand. Don't write for another.'

Erilas nods.

You are thirsty.
Your thirst scratches you.

Erilas says 'I see.'

Erilas says 'I think.'

You say 'Live your life in this way, and it becomes negligible. Whether or not other people are riveted by you.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Erilas looks at herself.

You say 'Chances are though, you'll be remembered by even Vikka here.'

You snicker softly.
You are thirsty.
Your thirst hits you.

You drink water from a barrel.

You drink water from a barrel.

Erilas says 'I doubt that.'

You say 'She only minds the shadow.'

You let out a hearty laugh.

Erilas says 'She won't even come when I ask her to!'

The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

You say 'You're right. It's a stretch...Vikka is...'

You say '..Vikka.'

Erilas ruffles Vikka the serving girl's hair playfully.
Vikka the serving girl says 'Thats kind of you.'

Erilas says 'She's a pretty one though.'

You say 'Barring Vikka, then.'

You glance over and spot a short, squatty dwarven lady passing a hot cup
of tea to a waiting patron. Her hair is long and well-kept, but her facial
hair is rather wild and seems to have chosen its own path along her small
and rounded face. She looks at you briefly, hoping that you're perhaps a
Herald to review her latest attempt at poetry or short-story work, before
offering you one of her many selections.
Vikka the serving girl is in excellent condition.

You agree absolutely.

Erilas looks at Vikka the serving girl.

You say 'She is.'

Erilas smiles happily.

You say '"Pretty" fickle.'

You smirk.

Erilas falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

You smile happily.

You chuckle politely.

Rimath the trader auctions 'Place yer bids! a spiked buckler is being auctioned for 2000 gold!'

You say 'But it's like I said at first. It's about the seed.'

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

You get a cloud seed from a leather backpack.

Rimath the trader auctions 'Place yer bids! a great axe of Mahn-Tor is being auctioned for 2000 gold!'

Erilas nods.

You say 'How will you water yourself as Time carries you into Luck's bosom, day after day?'

You give a cloud seed to Erilas.

Erilas looks at the jar's bosom slot.

You say '..I think you're the pervert, now.'

Erilas says 'Is that luck's bosom?'

Erilas snickers softly.

Cyprian shakes his head, chortling to himself.

Erilas says 'Look's more like a tip jar to me, silly.'

Erilas pokes you in the ribs.

You say 'Explain that.'

Erilas looks at the jar's bosom slot.

The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

Erilas says 'That.'

Cyprian sits up, attention pointedly at you.

Erilas points at the jar's bosom slot.

Erilas says 'It's a tip jar.'

Erilas says 'Not much explaning needed?'

Erilas lets out a hearty laugh.

You say '....so you're saying Luck is split between the chest....which happens to hold some extra coin.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'Place yer bids! a great axe of Mahn-Tor is being auctioned for 2000 gold!'
Rimath the trader auctions 'a spiked buckler has expired from auction without any bids.'

Cyprian blinks.
Erilas falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Erilas says 'Easy fella.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'a great axe of Mahn-Tor has expired from auction without any bids.'
Rimath the trader auctions 'a suit of black minotaur chainmail has expired from auction without any bids.'

You say '"Easy????"'

Erilas says 'That's not what I said at all.'

You say 'That's what I'M telling YOU.'

Erilas sits down and thinks deeply.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You say '"Easy," lass.'

Erilas smiles happily.

Cyprian waves a dismissive hand over the notion.

Erilas ruffles your hair playfully.

You say 'Tip jar.'

Erilas says 'It is!'

Erilas points at the jar's bosom slot.

A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.

You say 'And what does the jar represent?'

Erilas says 'Tips for the kindly servers that pull your drinks and bring your food! What else?'

You say '......'

You say '...'

You are hungry.
The town clock tolls once as the evening begins.

You say 'Luck has a broader application than the dynamics in bars.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You are hungry.

You eat a slab of bacon.

Erilas says 'I didn't realize we were getting into deep philosophy.'

Erilas snickers softly.

Cyprian blink.

You say 'Did you think I was talking about literal books!?'

Erilas shrugs helplessly.

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Erilas says 'Face value, sir.'

You say 'Nice pun.'

Better stand up first.

You stand up.

Erilas snickers softly.

You roll your eyes in disgust.

Erilas says 'Oh come on!'

You say 'Yes?'

Erilas says 'You are serious, I joke. Sit down.'

Guruush walks in.

Erilas nudges you.