Thamu screeches 'OOOOKay.'

You say 'Yes?'

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.
An extremely unnatural sight hovers before you, disbelievingly staying in
flight. One wing is an obnoxious bright blue and dripping with a thick,
brown slime. Flapping opposite of it is a much, much smaller wing covered
in tiny, white feathers. These ridiculous wings are attached to a pinkish,
shrunken body of some sort. Little yellow bird legs stretch out at an angle
that makes them appear sideways. The head is quite curious, being a
halflings head with a sharp nose and sharper chin. Its eyes are hidden
behind round metal plates, with only a small lense in the center of each.
Overly white hair is shaved extremely short and reveals an uneven scar down
the center of the head.
She is a master explorer.
Thamu is in excellent condition.

Thamu is using:
<STUFF>

Thamu sacrifices the heart of a Drynok to Davairus.

Thamu puts a Defender potion in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Thamu gets a pair of black succubus wings.

Thamu utters the words, 'uoculoihuyl' and pops the lens from her eye plates briefly.

You peer around yourself intently.

You say '..is this the spot, then?'

Ice Wall
*-*-*-*-*| Mirrors made of sheer ice surround you making passage
| | | | || extremely disorienting. Created long ago by natures forces,
!-!-!-!-!| these sculptures were frozen as continuous avalanches
| | | | || fell and the distant volcano was active. Had you not
*-*-@-!-!| known better you would have walked right through these
| | | | || 'mirrors' - causing sharp shards of ice to shatter.
!-!-!-!-!|
| | | | ||
!-!-!-!-!|
---------+

[Exits: north east south west]
(Charmed) A mighty gules lion is here, faithfully guarding its master.
(White Aura) Thamu the Sage of Arcane Power is here.

Thamu screeches 'Sure. It is cold enough.'

Thamu finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

Thamu screeches 'Unless... you think it isn't?'

Thamu scans all around.

You say 'I'm no master of the arcane.'

You say 'I just dispense palaver.'

Thamu utters the words, 'yucandus gpuzre' as the word FREEDOM swirls around her in flame.
Thamu is surrounded by a sphere of flames.

Brrrrrrrrr.
Thamu utters the words, 'szaqzwatzf'.
Thamu creates a peacemaker dirk.

Thamu stops wielding a peacemaker cudgel.
Thamu wields a peacemaker dirk.

Cyprian steps out of the way.

Thamu screeches 'No no. this will not do.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Thamu stops wielding a peacemaker dirk.

Thamu drops a peacemaker dirk.
A peacemaker dirk dissolves into smoke.

Cyprian looks around.

You create a staff of healing.

Thamu puts an illusionist's breakstone ring in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Thamu gets an onion chopping knife from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.

Thamu wields an onion chopping knife.

Thamu agrees absolutely.

You say '...you're..going to chop onions..'

Thamu begins to etch a large, filigree circle infused with onion essence into one of the ice mirrors.

Thamu rubs her eye plates.

Cyprian pokes a mirror curiously with a staff of healing.

Thamu's force shield shimmers, then fades away.

Thamu etches another smaller circle beneath the first, with more filigree.

Cyprian stares at an ice mirror.

Thamu yells 'OH MYSTICAL MYSTICS OF MYSTICISM!'

You say 'We'll make three attempts.'

Thamu drops a wicker basket.

Cyprian covers his mouth.

Thamu peers at you intently.

Cyprian sheepishly holds a staff of healing.

Thamu yells 'SEE MY OFFERINGS!'

Thamu puts a bowl of oatmeal in a wicker basket.

Thamu puts a bowl of oatmeal in a wicker basket.

Thamu's protective shield dissipates.

Your confusion is showing.

Thamu yells 'HEALTHY FOODS!'

Thamu puts a bunch of bananas in a wicker basket.

Your confusion is showing.

Thamu yells 'BANANAANANAAS!'

Thamu yells 'MY BUNS!'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Thamu puts a currant bun in a wicker basket.

Thamu puts a currant bun in a wicker basket.

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu puts a cup of hot spirits in a wicker basket.

Thamu yells 'WARMTH AND SPIRITS!'

Thamu puts a pair of wire rimmed spectacles in a wicker basket.

Cyprian stifles a laugh over the spectacles.

The ring of flames around Thamu dies out.

Thamu yells 'INTELLECTUAL LOOKING APPAREL!'

Cyprian coughs into a fist.

Thamu stops using a storm shield as a shield.

Thamu stops wielding an onion chopping knife.

Thamu wields a fishing rod.

Thamu attaches a wedding bouquet to the fishing line.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sniffs a fisherman's wicker basket.

Thamu casts off!

Cyprian's eyes follow a fishing line's trajectory.

You say '...so we wait now?'

Thamu holds the bouquet above the basket while chanting.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion glares icily at you.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'SHHHH!'

You wince in agony.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sits down on the ground.

Thamu chants 'Come to me mystic people. People of mysticism appear!'

Thamu chants 'Come to me mystic people. People of mysticism appear!'

Thamu chants 'Come to me mystic people. People of mysticism appear!'

Thamu cast a flame arrow at the filigree circles!

Thamu chants 'Come to me mystic people. People of mysticism appear!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion shudders violently for a moment...then his eyes open. Glossy.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion stands up.

Thamu continues to chant as the filigree grows red hot!

Thamu chants 'Come to me mystic people. People of mysticism appear!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'What hast thou to do with me, onion?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers intently at Thamu.

Your confusion is showing.

You point at Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Thamu blinks innocently at Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

You say 'It worked!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers at you intently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers intently at Thamu.

Thamu screeches 'WE NEED YOU!'

You say 'I'm quite present, thou'd doeth well not to scream.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion blinks slowly...

Thamu screeches 'THANK YOU for coming to visit us on such strange notice.'

Cyprian nods sagely.

Thamu screeches 'I hope you like the oatmeal and bananas.'

You say 'Aye. An old Mystic am I, descendant of Curd the Third.'

Thamu puts the rod and bouquet down.

Thamu stops wielding a fishing rod.

Thamu drops a fishing rod.

Thamu drops a wedding bouquet.

A fisherman's wicker basket has been left here.

A wicker basket holds:
a pair of wire rimmed spectacles
a cup of hot spirits
( 2) a currant bun
a bunch of bananas
( 2) a bowl of oatmeal

You get a pair of wire rimmed spectacles from a wicker basket.

You remove a phoenix-crested steel helm from your head.
You wear a pair of wire rimmed spectacles on your head.

You say 'Better.'

Cyprian twitches his nose, fitting the spectacles.

Thamu screeches 'Very good very good!'

You get a bowl of oatmeal from a wicker basket.

You eat a bowl of oatmeal.
You are full.

You say 'Alright. What dost thou require of me. Thou hast until the allotment of sustenance hath expired.'

You sit down.

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion blinks slowly...

Thamu screeches 'I don't remember the reason we summoned you, come to think of it. Something about Cyprian needing a mystic to write a bunch of stuff.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion whimpers and skulks decisively away from you, and behind Thamu

You say 'Oh....'

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

You get a little cross-eyed with your attempts to stare yourself down.

A staff of healing crumbles into dust.

You say 'Aye, the one that runneth at the quill.'

You get a quill with a white feather from a leather backpack.

You drop a quill with a white feather.

You say 'That thing.'

Thamu blinks innocently.

You say 'What requireth he?'

Thamu screeches 'A scroll written about the Justice.'

Brrrrrrrrr.

Thamu agrees absolutely.

Thamu agrees absolutely.

You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.

You say 'Waitest thou...the lion was much warmer...'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion screams loudly!

You peer intently at Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Thamu comforts Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion shudders briefly.

A small inscription was made upon it.
It says.. "The quill is mightier than the sword."

You say 'My quill!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion raises an eyebrow at you.

You get a quill with a white feather.

Thamu screeches 'I do hope we brought parchment.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion lion steps out from behind Thamu.

You say to Thamu 'Of course we have!'

Thamu nods in enthusiastic agreement with Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion waits patiently.

Thamu peers at you intently.

You get a thin journal from a leather backpack.

You open a thin journal.

Thamu screeches 'I brought everything else, after all.'

You stop wielding a dripping bag of leperous pus.

Thamu sits down and rests.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Lovely bag of putrescence, thou hast...'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers at you intently.

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You say '..y-yes..well..'

You wield a quill with a white feather.
A quill with a white feather feels like a part of you!

You say 'Right. Beg our pardon...but..'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks at you.
Zaraius's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu thinly and hoarsely screeches 'I find it.. boo-able.'

Thamu screeches 'That bag...'

Thamu shivers uncomfortably.

You glare icily at her.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion nods in enthusiastic agreement with Thamu.

You say 'We haven't seen a Mystic in quite some time and so...'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '...so thou thoughtest it a fine sentiment to summon me from a bath of squeaky cheese?'

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..well?'

You say 'Yes...er..yes.'

Thamu screeches 'Had I known...'

You wince in agony.

Thamu screeches 'I would have had cheese here too.'

Thamu looks in a wicker basket.

Thamu screeches 'But I have buns!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Indeed, hadst thou known thou would have-'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..buns?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sniffs about.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks in a wicker basket.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion beams broadly!

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Aye! Thou doest well! Nicely shall this go with a cheese curd bath!'

Thamu agrees absolutely.

You say '...that's nice but...'

Thamu claps at Zaraius the mighty gules lion's performance.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion glares icily at you.

Thamu drops a pair of black succubus wings.

Thamu drops an ethereal helm.

Thamu wields an onion chopping knife.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..fine, fine. The more I prattle on about higher luxuries thou couldst not understand...the more I cannibalize thy offerings..and thereby thine tether that keeps me.'

You agree absolutely.

Thamu blinks innocently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'So the Mystics, counteless generations descended from the great Curd the Third, have been idling into oblivion?'

You say '..in a way of saying, yes.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion nods sagely.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '...and thou desireth something to fill the column in that rag of thine?'

You say 'It's not a rag!'

You glare around icily.

You say 'It's a Mystique!'

Cyprian shakes a fist.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion shrugs helplessly.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'I'm more keen to the onion's questions.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers intently at Thamu.

Thamu screeches 'I had questions!?'

Thamu screeches 'I mean. Of course I had questions!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Ask what thou will, onion. I can't stand hearing this one speak.'

Thamu screeches 'What kind of cheese curds?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion points at you. How rude!

You agree absolutely.

You say '..w-wait!'

Cyprian gawks, embarrassed.

Thamu blinks innocently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'It's a golden yellow..similar to what thou might find under the husk of corn.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Thou must make certain each cheese is no bigger than a one ethermeter cube.'

Thamu screeches 'Oooh. what does one do with it after bathing in it?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'No bigger.'

Thamu nods in enthusiastic agreement with Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion raises an eyebrow.

Thamu begins to jot notes down in a tiny book.

Cyprian sighs as he records the conversation.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks in a wicker basket.

You get a bowl of oatmeal from a wicker basket.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion pounces on you and sends you sprawling. **OOF**

Zaraius the mighty gules lion snarls angrily.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'UNHANDEST THOU MY FOOD!'

You drop a bowl of oatmeal.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion steps off of Cyprian.

HEY! Thamu whaps you upside the head!

You say '..right..what I doeth with it..'

You get a bowl of oatmeal.

You eat a bowl of oatmeal.
You are full.

Thamu blinks innocently.

You say 'Of a truth a hard time deciding, have I.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion blinks slowly...

Thamu blinks innocently.

Thamu blinks innocently.

Thamu blinks slowly...

You say '..much the same way I findeth it difficult to stay out of this blowhard's vessel.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion chortles mischieviously.

You say 'I leaveth it there for next time.'

You say 'Two buns and one bunch of bannanas left...plus a cup of spirits..'

Ice Wall
*-*-*-*-*| Mirrors made of sheer ice surround you making passage
| | | | || extremely disorienting. Created long ago by natures forces,
!-!-!-!-!| these sculptures were frozen as continuous avalanches
| | | | || fell and the distant volcano was active. Had you not
*-*-@-!-!| known better you would have walked right through these
| | | | || 'mirrors' - causing sharp shards of ice to shatter.
!-!-!-!-!|
| | | | ||
!-!-!-!-!|
---------+

[Exits: north east south west]
A shimmering helm rests here.
A slender pair of black wings is here.
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A wedding bouquet lies here. Perhaps thrown by a bride?
A long pole with a hook has been left on the ground.
A fisherman's wicker basket has been left here.
(Charmed) (Golden Aura) A mighty gules lion is here, faithfully guarding its master.
(Red Aura) Thamu the Sage of Arcane Power is here.

It looks like you can easily pull out the loose page, though an entry
seems to draw your eye.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say '..what manner of goblin-scratch is this?'

You point at a thin journal.

You say '...I canst hardly read this.'

Thamu screeches 'Oh, probably a demon-goblins work.'

Cyprian scratches furiously over something with a white-feathered quill.

You say 'Lower than. The dolt misses simplicity and stretches out-...oh oughtever...what else wouldst thou like to know, onion?'

Cyprian begins to write gracefully into a thin journal.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sits down on the ground.

Thamu screeches 'Very well. I would like to know where my creator is, if such is still even alive.'

Thamu screeches 'Wait, can you even answer that? If not, I want to know why liver is so delicious?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'Well thou surpriseth me...of course I can answer that.'

You say 'Thou recallest thy creator was quite obsessed over cleanliness?'

Thamu nods.

Thamu nods.

You say 'Demanding, focused, almost as though they to whom the creator spoke were there for his and her convenience until dismissed.'

You say 'Aye, thou heardst right. Him or her.'

Thamu blinks innocently.

You say 'Details, details. Anyway, thy creator had a knack for making the barest of ground a genius lab. Give or take indoor accomodations.'

You say 'That being the case, he and she wandered from creation to creation.'

You say 'He and she never came back, right?'

Thamu agrees absolutely.

You say 'Well that's a fine state of affairs for thou, is it not?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Thamu screeches 'I guess?! Makes me freeish.'

You say 'Once thy creator felt they had a finished product, without need of further modification.'

You say 'They'd move on.'

Thamu screeches 'So I am perfect?'

Thamu claps at her own performance.

Cyprian grins.

You say 'Thou're quick aren't thou.'

You agree absolutely.

You say 'That's right.'

You say 'They knew thou'd free thyself...or didn't care...either way, perfection bored them.'

Thamu screeches 'So I don't even need to find the creator... I wasn't meant to!'

Thamu claps at your performance.

You say 'Thou art a finished work.'

You say 'If thou break down, he and she will know.'

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu screeches 'I keep myself highly maintained, so hopefully I never break down!'

Thamu utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae' as she points a fork at the ground.
A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.
A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.

You say 'That's where thy onion fixation comes from.'

You get a currant bun from a wicker basket.

You eat a currant bun.

You say 'The hour thou loseth thy palate for onions...'

Thamu screeches 'Terror. Brimstone from the skies. Eternal damnation.'

Thamu nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say '..I was going to soften it up for you. But yes. Plainly. For you. Thou've wandered so far by now...'

You say 'Luckily for you, thou needst but call on thy god.'

You point at Thamu.

You say 'You happen to wear the same creepy mark he and she had.'

You say 'No doubt thy creator's genius had to do with affinity to that....poisonous pest.'

Thamu looks at herself.
Thamu's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

You say '..now, now. Don't cry.'

You say 'I can't say whether thou shall really reunite with thy creator or not.'

A magical spring dries up.

You say 'Nine HELLS! How long will it take me to answer thy question?!'

You stand up.

You roll your eyes in disgust.

You say 'This man's thought patterns are SO scattered!'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You say 'I don't know where your creator is.'

Thamu thinly and hoarsely screeches 'No no, you have answered it quite well already!'

Thamu thanks you heartily.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say '..seems this fleshy bag of exposes can accomplish something after all.'

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.
A blue-eyed human male possessing a height of five feet and eight inches is
here. His fine, slightly shaggy black hair hangs about an inch past shoulder
length. The upper portion of it is banded into a ponytail that wraps
across his head just above the ears. A faint streak of gray dwindles from a
a few roots along one side. Framing an area underneath a pair of mildly
prominent cheekbones, a full black beard has grown. A square-ish facial
frame bears some sharp distinctions. A straight nose separates a pair of
eyes that downturn toward the outer corners, contrary to flat dark eyebrows
that angle gradually opposite that. His build is average, framed by squared
shoulders that are a bit broad. A deep scar peeks out from underneath his
apparel, slanting its end over his right sternoclavicular joint. He's
missing his left forefinger, and a dove-winged emerald lyre shimmers on
the back of that same hand. His face has begun a portrayal of his age.

He has unlocked many secrets of the world.
Cyprian is in excellent condition.

Cyprian is using:
<STUFF>

You get a little cross-eyed with your attempts to stare yourself down.

Cyprian writes carefully into a thin journal.

You peer intently at Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion whimpers plaintively.

Thamu screeches 'Nothing quite as accomplished as a cheese curd bath, but I truly appreciate your willingness to inhabit such a being as Cyprian.'

Thamu screeches 'I mean. There are far better choices I know, but this quest was sudden, you see.'

You say '"Being." More a walking mass of lectures.'

Thamu nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'He hast thumbs though...'

You get a currant bun from a wicker basket.

Thamu throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

You get a bunch of bananas from a wicker basket.

You give a bunch of bananas to Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

You give a currant bun to Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

You peer intently at Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion shudders briefly.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..a clearer thought narry had.'

It looks like you can easily pull out the loose page, though an entry
seems to draw your eye.

Your confusion is showing.

You point at a thin journal.

Thamu sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'What is this!?'

You say 'Who wrote this!?'

Thamu screeches 'Isn't it beautiful?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'I hath.'

You say '.....it's..'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers at you intently.

You say 'Absolutely delightful.'

Cyprian closes a journal

You sigh.

Thamu screeches 'According to our mystic friend he has seen better hand writing from a no armed stone giant, compared to yours.'

Thamu shrugs helplessly.

You snort derisively.

You say 'Yes, yes. He'd know all about one-armed everything, wouldn't he..'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion chuckles politely.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '...it would doest thou favors to learn how to listen.'

You sit down.

Ah, don't take it so hard.

Thamu utters the words, 'qcandusahz gsfuio' and spits at the ground.
A magical spring flows from the ground.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'As to the Mystics, I won't answer thy questions. I only know Thamu asks better questions.'

Thamu giggles.

Cyprian drinks reluctantly from a magical spring.

You drink water from a magical spring.
Your thirst is quenched.

Thamu kicks her skinny bird legs.

You grumble distractedly.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion stands up.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Thinkest thou onions and cheese go well?'

Thamu agrees absolutely.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'I might doeth so..'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sits down and thinks deeply.

You say '..an onion-curd bath...'

Thamu screeches 'I was wondering if you added some flaming onions from the deeper parts of the volcano to your cheese bath. Not too hot, as the cheese would melt.'

You say '..surely you jest!'

Thamu screeches 'Though... that might be okay too.'

You say 'You're both MAD!'

Cyprian throws his hands up in the air.

Thamu screeches 'You are mad you can't appreciate such fine arts.'

Thamu peers at you intently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion ignores you pointedly.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..I hadn't considered..'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion eats a currant bun.

Thamu screeches 'Mystic. Do you have questions for me!?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion agrees absolutely.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Thous shouldst know first to whom thou speaketh.'

You are hungry.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'My name is Exylis, of the Curds. Descendant of Curd the Third. I wrote the Treaty of Curds.'

You are hungry.

Thamu screeches 'Oooh!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'My first question is...what doest thou sharing company with this one all the way out here?'

You are hungry.

You grumble distractedly.

You are hungry.

Thamu screeches 'Ironically. The expedition was my idea, he was there for bait if I couldn't make it myself. I would trip him up and flee to safety.'

You say '..not too surprised over that one.'

You are hungry.
Your hunger hits you.

Thamu screeches 'Not that I wouldn't come back to help...'

Thamu screeches 'Salvage the remains.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Silence, thou word-weaver!'

You wince in agony.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion nods in enthusiastic agreement with Thamu.

You are hungry.
Your hunger scratches you.

Thamu utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae' as she points a fork at the ground.
A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.
A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.

You are hungry.
Your hunger hits you.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'He hath plenty of life remaining, unfortunately. Eat, thou art more annoying when hungry.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion nods at you in agreement.

You get a plate of liver and onions.

You eat a plate of liver and onions.
You are full.

You grumble distractedly.
Thamu giggles.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Whose mark is that, onion?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks at Thamu.
Zaraius's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu screeches 'What mark?'

Thamu looks at herself.
Thamu's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Yiebaen tells you 'Hello there Cyprian.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'That six or eight-legged pest with a sing on its tail'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says '..and dead.'

You tell Yiebaen 'Good evening.'

Thamu screeches 'Oh oh, That is the blessing from the Great Lord.'

Yiebaen tells you 'How are you?'

Thamu screeches 'Davairus!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Tell me about Lord Davairus.'

You tell Yiebaen '..I could be better. A vagrant spirit summoned by Thamu has thoroughly violated my journal and ...well...done several other things.'

Thamu screeches 'He is all powerful and amazing. His words are thunder.'

Yiebaen tells you 'How does an invoker summon a spirit?'

Thamu screeches 'I can't even begin to explain why.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Thunder? When he's angry or canst he not help how loud he bellows?'

Thamu screeches 'He can't help the power that emanates from him.'

Thamu finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks at Thamu.
Zaraius's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu screeches 'He represents Justice too, upholders of order!'

Thamu screeches 'Which is ultimately what I do, of course.'

Thamu screeches 'Keep the cities clean and safe.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion claps at Thamu's actions.

Yiebaen tells you 'What are you up to then?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion agrees absolutely.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Dost thou know how hard scorpions are to kill?'

You tell Yiebaen '..and right now I keep my tongue firmly in touch with the roof of my mouth.'

Thamu screeches 'They are delicious if the tail is removed.'

You tell Yiebaen '...listening to ...some Exylis of the Curds gabber on about the most frivolous of things...with Thamu.'

Yiebaen tells you 'Is he not evil?'

You tell Yiebaen '...like how I'm apparently a bladder of hot air.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion smirks.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Ah, perhaps it's a notion for another time. What dost thou not eath, onion?'

Thamu screeches 'Salad.'

You tell Yiebaen 'She is of the dark path...but I know she is on appropriate terms with Vanisse, so I do not shun her by virtue of path.'

Thamu screeches 'I haven't tried killing one recently, and never one proportionate to my size.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Not enamored over greens, myself.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'The scorpion sentiment is no matter, no doubt Lord Davairus will bestow thee with the revelation, shouldst he be so-inclined.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'And I'm delighted to say I know nothing of the Mystics of this era.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers at you intently.

You gape in ABSOLUTE DISBELIEF.

Thamu throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks at you.
Zaraius's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Oh my...the word-flagon beareth a mark, too.'

You snort derisively.

Thamu looks at you.
Thamu's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Thamu thinly and hoarsely screeches 'A noise making thing, of course.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Accident, no doubt. The deity must've had more than they couldst deal with, so dispensed one out of necessity.'

Cyprian ignores Zaraius the mighty gules lion.

Thamu screeches 'Probably. "this one talks too much, give him a mark and send him on his way"'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion stretches luxuriously. Kinda makes you want to doesn't it?

Zaraius the mighty gules lion agrees absolutely.

Cyprian ignores Zaraius the mighty gules lion and Thamu.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion peers at you intently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Knowest thou not a jest from ridicule?'

You say 'Not when you jump in and out of my pet and myself, no. Can't say I do.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'And scribble in my journal.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion chortles mischieviously.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Well, onion, canst thou do me a favor?'

Thamu screeches 'Mayhaps?'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'How wouldst thou feel about writing in for the column that remaineth in the rag?'

You say 'It's a MYSTIQUE!'

You grumble distractedly.

You stand up.

You roll your eyes in disgust.

Thamu screeches 'I suppose I could.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Thou canst write a scroll to this one's fumbling hands, and I believe he'll transcribeth it.'

Thamu stretches out her bird legs.

You say '"Transcribe," there is no "transcribeth."'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion snickers softly.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'Substance between those ears after all.'

Thamu screeches 'Start your transcribething!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion lets out a hearty laugh.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Yiebaen tells you 'Well, if you wish to travel with someone who isnt a demon, I'll be around for a while.'

You tell Yiebaen 'Of course..but it looks like the spirit has cornered me into waiting on a transcription from Thamu to finish this next mystique.'

You say 'Fine, fine.'

You say 'Begone already.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion agrees absolutely.

Thamu falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion says 'I think I will depart. It's been a worthwhile visit, several eras forward.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion drops a bunch of bananas.

Thamu blinks innocently.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion sniffs a bunch of bananas.

Thamu screeches 'Visit anytime!'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion looks at Thamu.
Zaraius's eyes tear up from the mist of onions.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion raises an eyebrow.

You say '...by the nine hells I thought he'd never leave.'

Zaraius the mighty gules lion yawns.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion goes to sleep.

Your eyes tear up from the mist of onions.
A silver-maned lion is here spanning six feet in length without acc-
ounting for its tail, which ends in a blue-grey tuft. The rest of
its fur is the same blue-grey color. It has silver eyes flecked
with white that may, at whatever time, study the distance for not-
hing in particular. Its robust legs end in large paws whose fur
slowly fades to a smoke-white hue toward the digits.

Zaraius the mighty gules lion is in excellent condition.

You sigh.

You say '..it won't be anything about the Mystics.'

Thamu screeches 'Well that was eventful.'

You say 'Glad you were entertained.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'Anyway, it will do.'

You say 'I will transcribe whatever you send me.'

You stop wielding a quill with a white feather.

You say '..I need a new quill after this.'

You drop a quill with a white feather.

Vanisse gives you 10 gold coins for your sacrifice.
You split 10 gold coins. Your share is 5 gold coins.

Thamu screeches 'What did I need to write about again?'

You say 'About Lord Davairus I think...especially about how you feel over his claims about your creator.'

Thamu screeches 'I thought I was writing about the Justice.'

You say '..no doubt also about how I was soundly established the silent jester between you two.'

Thamu sits down and thinks deeply.

You glare around icily.

You say 'I've already written about Justice. Mystic is the missing column, but it will have to remain missing.'

Thamu screeches 'Oh fine fine. I can write about the mystics... I think.'

Thamu screeches 'I will write a... POEM!'

You say 'So, to my expense, what's to be written about seems to be a good satire on yours truly, your feelings about claims about your origins and creator, and additives about Lord Davairus.'

Thamu screeches 'The word liver will be used exactly twice.'

You say '..I think.'

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

You say '...I get the sense that you're listening to me no more than the Curd king.'

Thamu screeches 'What?'