A small hallway
This is a plain hallway on the ground floor of the Inn, leading from the
entrance and main hall to the stairwell. The expensive looking candelabras
remain, providing ample light for you to see by. A door is visible to the
south, made of solid wood highly polished with gold trimming around the
edges. A small sign is nailed to the wall with directions for lost
customers.
[Exits: east (south) west]
(OUTLAW) (OUTCAST) Olyn is here.
(Charmed) A giant falcon is here.
>where
Players near you:
Olyn A small hallway
> who
[ Drow ]
[52 Storm AVA] [LEGION] (OUTLAW) (OUTCAST) Olyn Lotide, Lord of Darkness
[39 Avian Inv]
[ Dwarf ] Agreard Frostbeard the Crippler
[ Human ] Veriande Ultio the Communer of Famine
[ Avian ] Zdwaobaen Dwatrem the Life Stealer
Players found: 6
There are 6 characters on; the most on since startup was 22.
You say 'What can I do for you, sir?'
Olyn rumbles 'Some bowing and scraping wouldn't be amiss.'
You say 'I haven't got a bow, but I can sure scrape sir!'
You scuff your foot sheepishly.
You scuff your foot sheepishly.
Olyn rumbles 'Let me show you.'
You bat your eyelashes.
Olyn utters the words 'paralysis' and your muscles stop responding.
Olyn bends you over, pushing your nose roughly into the dirt.
Farael protests 'Hey!'
> pose face down in the dirt
Pose set to 'face down in the dirt.'.
Olyn steps back.
Farael sniffs the dirt.
Olyn rumbles 'There.'
> sneeze
Gesundheit!
Olyn rumbles 'An improvement.'
You say 'There are a lot of dust bunnies down here.'
Olyn waves his hand and you regain control of your muscles.
Farael scrambles up awkwardly.
> pose 0
Pose removed.
> sneeze
Gesundheit!
Farael gets a handkerchief from A Big Ol'Pack Sack and blows his nose.
You say 'So does everyone do this bowing and scraping when they meet you?'
Olyn rumbles 'Those who do not wish punished.'
You say 'Ooh.'
You say 'What kind of punished?'
Olyn gets a pair of flowery panties from a Loot Sack.
You boggle at the concept.
You shudder at the horror and repress tears.
You say 'Bowing and scraping, check.'
Olyn rumbles 'Just think what I can do with these, a forked stick, and a pound of sugar.'
You wince in agony.
You say '...Sugar?'
Olyn rumbles 'Yes, sugar.'
You say 'I...uh...this will probably end up in another crazy article.'
Olyn rumbles 'Heralds...'
Olyn looks at the battle falcon.
You dazzle Olyn with your smile.
Pooslinger the vicious attack monkey arrives from a puff of smoke.
You say 'Ohhh no.'
Pooslinger the vicious attack monkey dances wildly before you!
The battle falcon cowers in a corner and whimpers softly.
Olyn rumbles 'You were about to bow?'
The battle falcon bows deeply.
Farael goes flat on his face.
Olyn smiles happily.
Olyn rumbles 'Excellent.'
An acrid smell permeates from the misty haze where Olyn, Lord of Darkness previously stood.
Pooslinger the vicious attack monkey disappears in a mushroom cloud.
Farael stands up, dusting himself off.
You say 'Yeesh.'