You tell Dwiggans 'Sausage Man.'
[50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth
[ Human ] Itharii the Nut Collector
[ Elf ] Jemilya the Travelleress
[ Drow ] Izzolidyn the Medium of the Mind
[ Pixie ] <PK> Djinx the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ Dwarf ] Wesgrok the Druid of the Third Season
[ Beast ] Vok the Roar of the Lion
[ Dwarf ] <PK> Dwiggans the Holy Knight, Blade of the Order of Light
Players found: 8
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 8 characters on; the most on this past month was 15.
Dwiggans tells you 'Well, well, well!'
You tell Dwiggans 'I arrived only to write to you, so my timing is impeccable -- as ever!'
Dwiggans tells you 'It's been too long! Far too long, if ye ask me!'
You tell Dwiggans 'I am asking you, and I agree.'
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Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
Walking into the Main Hall you are hit by a wave of sound. People
laughing and shouting, dancing and generally having fun are everywhere.
Many tables are dotted around the edges of the room, but plenty of space is
left for the dance floor. A large stage has been placed against one wall,
ready for the regular musician to perform when required. Tapestries and
paintings decorate this luxurious hall, along with the expensive looking
candelabras that light the room. The floor around the wooden dance area is
covered in a thick, rich red carpet that looks like it cost the owners a few
pennies. To the north stands the bar, and to the south the restaurant.
Eastwards lies the entrance to the Inn, and to the west is a hallway.
A large sign reads "Performance List!"
[Exits: north east south west]
A comfy looking leather sofa with room for six people sits here.
A leather-bound book titled 'Rhyme Schemer: Poems by Valindra Skitterwit' is on a long oaken table.
A steaming cup of coffee is on a long oaken table.
A dark bottle of beer is on a long oaken table.
A long oaken table has been set up here, laden with food for a feast.
The inn musician stands on stage here, singing away and playing a lute.
Dwiggans tells you 'I find meself in the middle o' Redhorne, gatherin' something fer ye, in fact.'
You tell Dwiggans 'A token for the bride? My toes are curled, but that's not all.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Will you attend the Mystique launch party next Renewal?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Aye, ye can be sure to find me there.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Then attend as my escort.'
You tell Dwiggans 'We have much to discuss, but I think we can finalize our marriage contract then.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I must ask, though I am afraid to:'
You tell Dwiggans 'Have you heard from your god?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Haven't written him yet.'
Dwiggans tells you 'S'pose I should get on that.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Bah! Fell to blasted jotun.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Curses! And me as a distraction.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Nonesense.'
Dwiggans tells you 'In over me head, as usual.'
You tell Dwiggans 'We have that in common.'
Dwiggans tells you 'I'll have to await me things at the temple.'
Kryton tells you 'Is want make adventure is with Kryton?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Then I'll make me way to the Rest, figure that's where ye are?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Beware Kryton, he be a fierce one.'
You tell Kryton 'I would enjoy that, I think, but I must attend some correspondence.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Not sure of his intentions.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Should he pursue ye, I'll be defendin' yer honor, ye can be sure.'
Kryton tells you 'Is ok is smash nother time.'
You tell Kryton 'I'll seal this rain check with a kiss.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I fear the Knights of Valour more than the Dragon.'
who
[ Fire ] <PK> (DRAGON) Kryton the Battlemaster
[50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth
[ Human ] Itharii the Wavering Sapling
[ Elf ] Jemilya the Travelleress
[ Drow ] Izzolidyn the Gypsy
[ Pixie ] <PK> Djinx the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ Dwarf ] Wesgrok the Druid of the Third Season
[ Beast ] Vok the Roar of the Lion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Holy Knight, Blade of the Order of Light
Players found: 9
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 9 characters on; the most on this past month was 15.
Dwiggans tells you 'That creates a bit o' a pickle fer me. But certainly, we can work somethin' out.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I do not wish for you to cross yourself.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Or if I do, it is a selfish wish.'
Dwiggans tells you 'This be where Phostan comes into play.'
roster
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Phostan, Headmaster of the Consortium
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald
Dwiggans tells you 'There be more to walkin' the path o' Light than slayin' everything dark in yer path.'
Dwiggans tells you 'That's fer the simple-minded, me thinks.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Perhaps he will look upon us favorably, through his ties to the Consortium.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Though he has not darkened my doorstep as other gods have.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Me thinks intentions are what matter.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Crossed paths with a number o' dark ones whom I respect.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I am not sure what I intend.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I only know that I am other than a witch or a goblin in your company.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Other than a witch er a goblin? Are ye not both o' those things?'
You tell Dwiggans 'But I am also a woman . . .'
You tell Dwiggans 'I own so many masks, sometimes I forget which one I'm wearing.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Aye. Well that goes without bein' said.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Yer quite the woman, if ye ask me.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Forgive me. Amateur philosophy is even worse than amateur poetry.'
You tell Dwiggans 'But you are a balm to me, Dwiggans.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Makin' me blush, ye are.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Even now, can you feel my nails upon your back?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Aye, yer nails upon me back is a nice feelin', it is.'
You tell Dwiggans 'But take care.'
You tell Dwiggans 'We are crossed by more than stars.'
You tell Dwiggans 'Did you see my sister's proclamation?'
note list
[ 1:5-0] <STRIFE> Militha: Historical subject inquiry: Sir Kersh of Valour
[ 2 ] Immortal: [LORE ADDED] a fairy
[ 3 ] Immortal: [LORE CHANGED] a fairy
[ 4 ] <SCHOLAR> Ilromie: New Officers, Same Corruption
[ 5 ] <HERALD> Valindra: Witch's Rap IV
[ 6 ] <HERALD> Valindra: blurb1
[ 7 ] <HERALD> Valindra: blurb2
[ 8 ] <HERALD> Avenar: Research results concerning Kersh
[ 9 ] <MYSTIC> Pauwyr: Mystic Journal regarding Kersh
[ 10 ] <STRIFE> Militha: Re: Research on Kersh
[ 11 ] <HERALD> Trillian: Hello
[ 12 ] <SCHOLAR> Ilromie: The flimsy promise of a tyrant
[ 13 ] <HERALD> Valindra: Tea with Triffle
[ 14 ] <MYSTIC> Wylsin: First Loss
[ 15 ] <HERALD> Trillian: Hats and Heads But Let Us Not Pretend
[ 16 ] <HERALD> Valindra: Valindra Commissions a Painting
[ 17 ] <HERALD> Valindra: Caprice and the Bay of Vamana
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[ 12]: <SCHOLAR> Ilromie: The flimsy promise of a tyrant
Sat Jul 9 05:58:29 2022
To: all
LET IT BE KNOWN:
SOLMUNDI THE DARKSWORN IS OFFERING A 'PRETTY PENNY' FOR WHOSOEVER SHOULD
SEEK THE HAND OF VALINDRA SKITTERWIT.
Dwiggans tells you 'Aye indeed. Harrowing. But I'm not afraid o' the Darksworn.'
Dwiggans tells you 'We've got the backin' o' Serin, me thinks.'
Dwiggans tells you 'What ye make o' it?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Ye two have a past? Anything ye want to share with me?'
You tell Dwiggans 'He is unpredictable to one accustomed to divination.'
You tell Dwiggans 'He has not attended me in some time . . . I am no prize pig for his claim ticket.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Wonderin' if the bounty's been paid alerady.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Militha and Kryton both bested me since his message.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Mostly me bein' a full. Overconfidence and whatnot.'
You tell Dwiggans 'I am sorry this brideprice turns exorbitant.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Bah! I welcome the excitement.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Keeps the juices flowin''
You tell Dwiggans 'Essential for the making of premier sausage.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Aye.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Have meself a new recipe in fact.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Raknos blood sausage. Ye care fer some?'
You tell Dwiggans 'Shall we serve them at the Reception?'
You tell Dwiggans 'Sounds gamey, but I'm game.'
Dwiggans tells you 'That's the spirit!'
Dwiggans tells you 'There we go. Me wares returned, finally.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Meet ye in the Rest?'
You tell Dwiggans 'Bells on, dear.'
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Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Valindra Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
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Valindra's group:
[50 Inv] Valindra 100% hp 100% mana 99% mv 484840 xp Kills: 0
* [30 Pet] A tiny wisp named hibbadibbity 0% hp 0% mana 0% mv 17746 tnl (ghost)
Dwiggans tells you 'Can't be showin' up naked, ye know.'
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Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Valindra Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
You tell Dwiggans 'Our first disagreement!'
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You scan all around.
*** Range 1 (north) ***
Rayor the drunken barman sits here happily, sipping his own Gutwrencher.
*** Range 1 (east) ***
(White Aura) Dwiggans the Holy Knight, Blade of the Order of Light is here.
*** Range 1 (south) ***
Alanna the waitress stands behind the counter, ready to take your order.
*** Range 2 (south) ***
Hal, the head chef of the Traveller's Rest, is rushing around here managing the kitchen.
Valindra collapses dramatically onto the sofa with an eye toward the door.
Dwiggans tells you 'Ha!'
Dwiggans walks in.
Dwiggans bows before you.
Valindra reclines languidly on the sofa.
Valindra darts to her feet, capering over to you with a mouthful of bright, red lipstick.
Dwiggans says 'A sight fer sore eyes.'
Dwiggans blushes.
Valindra greets you slowly, craning on her toes to reach your cheek. The imprint of her lips smokes slightly as she leans back.
Dwiggans says 'A like a wee bit o' painful pleasure.'
Dwiggans smiles happily.
Dwiggans looks at you.
You say to Dwiggans 'It doesn't hurt when I do it right.'
Dwiggans snickers softly.
Valindra cants her head to one side as if listening for something.
You sit on a comfy looking leather sofa.
Dwiggans sits on a comfy looking leather sofa.
Dwiggans says 'Now.'
Dwiggans says 'Bout that bride token.'
Dwiggans says 'Want to make sure it's somethin' ye'll like.'
Valindra clasps her stubby, emerald hands in her lap. She seems a little more formal than is typical.
Dwiggans says 'How ye feel 'bout platinum armor?'
Dwiggans says 'Was thinkin' I'd forge ye up somethin' nice.'
Dwiggans says 'Me hammer strike is true.'
Dwiggans closes his eyes momentarily.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
Dwiggans gets a string of sausages.
Dwiggans gives you a string of sausages.
Dwiggans says 'That there be Raknos blood sausage.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I think a gift of your hand, forged true, would protect me better than any other raiment.'
Valindra sniffs the sausage experimentally before gobbling it up in one goblin-sized gulp.
You get a leather-bound book titled 'Rhyme Schemer: Poems by Valindra Skitterwit' from a long oaken table.
You give a leather-bound book titled 'Rhyme Schemer: Poems by Valindra Skitterwit' to Dwiggans.
Dwiggans sits down and thinks deeply.
Dwiggans says 'Talk o' burnin' yer sister?'
You say to Dwiggans 'That was ages ago.'
You say to Dwiggans 'She has mostly forgiven me.'
Dwiggans says 'A bit o siblin' rivalry, eh?'
Valindra smiles wanly, her emerald paling to chartreuse.
You say to Dwiggans 'It is only appropriate for a witch to gift the landed gentry a curse on the occasion of their nuptials!'
Valindra croaks 'Family is never easy . . . but often worth the trouble.'
Dwiggans says 'Very well. Ye speak o' Kali?'
You say to Dwiggans 'I sat in judgment of Kali Windbreeze and saw him return with a new name. I . . .'
Dwiggans nods.
Valindra finishes lamely 'I only wish they'd had more time.'
Dwiggans says 'Can't recall it.'
Dwiggans says 'Just rememberin' the name Kali.'
Valindra wields her stubby, emerald finger like a knife.
You say to Dwiggans 'But do not tell stories of my sentimental nature.'
You say to Dwiggans 'He died with a different name.'
Dwiggans sits down and thinks deeply.
Dwiggans says 'Wonder what that was all 'bout.'
Dwiggans shrugs helplessly.
Dwiggans says 'Now, to answer yer question, I'd like to serve sausages at the weddin'.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Dwiggans says 'Had some words with Avenar as well.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I have tasked him with some of the planning.'
Dwiggans says 'Ye wish Vevier to officiate? Got that right?'
Dwiggans says 'Works fer me.'
You say to Dwiggans 'If she will attend . . . the Collector has been quiet of late.'
Dwiggans says 'Collectin', perhaps.'
You nod at Dwiggans.
Dwiggans says 'Proper collectin' takes time.'
You say to Dwiggans 'Secrets make quite a dowry, after all.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I shall write to her.'
Dwiggans nods.
You say to Dwiggans 'Will any stand for you?'
Dwiggans nods.
Dwiggans says 'Can't say who will be there.'
Dwiggans says 'But I can say who I'll be invitin''
Valindra smiles, though her maw is less gruesome than in toads past.
Dwiggans says 'Bonfo, Asara, Gidgett, Corso.'
You nod at Dwiggans.
Dwiggans says 'Vargan.'
Dwiggans says 'Helped me out, he did.'
Dwiggans says 'Just recently.'
Dwiggans says 'Fond o' that one.'
Dwiggans says 'Tells me he's got a thing fer Asara.'
You say to Dwiggans 'That is well then.'
Valindra croaks 'I have been unkind to him before.'
Dwiggans says 'As have I.'
Dwiggans says 'He can ramble nonsense. Sometimes lose me patience with that one.'
Dwiggans closes his eyes momentarily.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
Dwiggans looks at the sausage, pupils dilating, and begins breathing heavily.
Dwiggans gets a string of sausages.
Dwiggans eats a string of sausages.
Dwiggans wheezes.
You say to Dwiggans 'Then what an occasion to set aside past grievances.'
Valindra leans over solicitously, her button eyes sharp.
Dwiggans throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
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You are carrying:
( 4) a scroll of flying
a leather grimoire
(Glowing) the Light of Immortal Favor
(Humming) a book of living tales (empty)
a ring of phantasms
(Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck
a mysterious bag of the Magi (open)
Dwiggans says 'Now.'
Dwiggans says 'Bout that grimoire o' yers.'
Valindra looks down to the leather grimoire clenched in her stubby fist; it was not there moments before.
Dwiggans says 'Heard tale o' it changin' ye. Actin' odd-like.'
Dwiggans says 'Ye know anythin' 'bout that?'
Valindra considers this as one might an apple at the cart 'I've always been odd, dear.'
Dwiggans says 'Part o' why I'm fond o' ye.'
Dwiggans says 'Yer not like the others.'
Valindra smiles, and she regains some of her emerald color.
You say to Dwiggans 'I find it . . . difficult to express. What has happened to me.'
Dwiggans says 'Just want to know that who I'm marryin' is the Valindra Skitterwit I've come to know.'
Dwiggans says 'Or perhaps it's Olgarda whom I've come to know.'
Valindra continues, tripping over some of her words in her haste to expel them 'I have memories, Dwiggans . . . of things I've never done. Or did I do them?'
Dwiggans says 'Got me confused somethin' fierce.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I will speak it plain then: I am the witch in the goblin cell. I tried to escape, but it hurt like hell.'
Dwiggans says 'Be yer heart true? All I need to know.'
Dwiggans says 'What's holdin' ye back?'
You say to Dwiggans 'I do not know what you should call me . . . only that I wish you to call me something.'
Dwiggans says 'Wonderin' who I know best. Olgarda er Valindra?'
Dwiggans says 'Both pretty names, if ye ask me.'
Dwiggans closes his eyes momentarily.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
Dwiggans gets a string of sausages.
Dwiggans gives you a string of sausages.
You eat a string of sausages.
You are full.
Dwiggans sits on a comfy looking leather sofa.
Valindra leans back, and some of the air seems to leave her body: she looks little, fragile.
Dwiggans comforts you.
Dwiggans says 'Just wantin' to help is all.'
You say 'I have done terrible things.'
Dwiggans says 'As have I.'
Dwiggans says 'Slayed a pig farmer, I did.'
Dwiggans says 'Fer a bit o' coin.'
You say 'I have had peculiar appetites.'
Dwiggans says 'Havin' an appetite might be one o' the most attractive things I find in a woman.'
You say 'I made a candle from the scrapings off your back.'
Dwiggans lets his rotund belly poke out a bit more than it already does.
Valindra amends 'I burn it when you are not here.'
Dwiggans blushes.
Dwiggans says 'Ye flatter me.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I am wicked and foolish and sentimental, but you would still have me?'
Dwiggans says 'Aye, I would.'
You say to Dwiggans 'Then I think you must have all three.'
Dwiggans says 'Me thinks this be a path most fun to take.'
Dwiggans smiles happily.
Dwiggans says 'Sounds like most relationships to me.'
Valindra counts to three on her stubby, emerald fingers.
You say to Dwiggans 'But there is only one of you.'
Dwiggans says 'Menage a trois plus one!'
Valindra shows you her cards 'Full house.'
Dwiggans smiles happily.
You get a bottle of house wine from a mysterious bag of the Magi.
You take a sip from a bottle of house wine.
You give a bottle of house wine to Dwiggans.
Dwiggans drinks red wine from a bottle of house wine.
Dwiggans gives you a bottle of house wine.
Dwiggans says 'Tasty.'
You say to Dwiggans 'I did not think to find you at this late hour, but I'm glad I did.'
It is 7 o'clock pm, Day of the Dark Ages, 14th Renewal of the Celestial of Piety.
The Bay of Vamana, Deep Sea, Blood Sea, and Dragon Sea are in low tide.
Dwiggans nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.
Dwiggans says 'Been 'bout the realms a bit more o' late.'
Valindra nods, though her eyes have gone white, and her whitish hair billows behind her in an unfelt breeze.
Dwiggans says 'Olgarda?'
Valindra leans forward, and her breath is hot upon your ear.
You whisper to Dwiggans 'Did you miss me, dear?'
Dwiggans tells you 'O' course!'
Valindra smiles so widely that some of the gesture spills onto the sofa.
You whisper to Dwiggans 'A nice curse for our wedding, yes? But to whom to give it?'
Dwiggans tells you 'What curse ye speakin' 'bout?'
Dwiggans tells you 'A comical one er somethin' more serious?'
Dwiggans tells you 'Love playin' tricks on Avenar.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Helped me slay Zaikkra ages ago. Labeled him Avenar, the average-at-best Healer.'
Dwiggans tells you 'Not sure how fond o' that he was but he's a good sport.'
Valindra opens the grimoire still somehow clenched in her fist. She thumbs through several pages before the book starts rippling of its own accord. It finally settles to a blank page.
Valindra croaks 'I suppose we shall write this one together then.'
Valindra smiles once more, and some color has returned to her eyes--today, a watery blue.
Dwiggans sits down and thinks deeply.
You say to Dwiggans 'Let us meet at the Mystique launch party. We can set date there, if you are still amenable.'
Dwiggans nods.
Dwiggans says 'I'll be there.'
Dwiggans looks at the sausage, pupils dilating, and begins breathing heavily.
Dwiggans wheezes.
Dwiggans stands up.
Dwiggans closes his eyes momentarily.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
Dwiggans looks at the sausage, pupils dilating, and begins breathing heavily.
Dwiggans gets a string of sausages.
Dwiggans eats a string of sausages.
Dwiggans wheezes.
Dwiggans says 'Seein' things.'
Dwiggans bonks himself and grimaces in pain.
You say to Dwiggans 'What do you see?'
Dwiggans says 'Thought I saw a sausage when I didn't!'
Dwiggans says 'Just how me brain's wired I s'pose.'
Valindra looks down, and for a second there is more than one of her too. She shakes her heads briskly.
You stand up.
Dwiggans says 'Will Hibba be in attendance?'
You say to Dwiggans 'Flower girl.'
Dwiggans smiles happily.
You smirk.
You say to Dwiggans 'She always comes back, but sometimes . . . it takes longer than it should.'
Dwiggans nods.
Dwiggans says 'What can I do to help the preparation?'
Dwiggans says 'Any particular stones ye fancy?'
Dwiggans says 'Ye don't seem the diamond type.'
Valindra taps her lip with a stubby, emerald finger.
Dwiggans says 'Emerald, perhaps?'
You say to Dwiggans 'Of course.'
You remove an emerald stud from your ear.
You put an emerald stud in a mysterious bag of the Magi.
Valindra smiles as a toad might, fondly.
Valindra croaks 'I shall invite Vevier's blessing onto our union. We shall see what Avenar has in store for the party next Renewal.'
Dwiggans nods.
Dwiggans says 'I'll be thinkin' o' a prank fer Avenar.'
Dwiggans says 'If yer amenable.'
Dwiggans throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Valindra's eyes flash between white and blue.
You say to Dwiggans 'What a treat.'
Dwiggans says 'Maybe a prank fer Foggledonk too.'
Valindra capers up to you once more before brushing her lips lightly against the imprint she left before. It fills the hall with smoke.
Dwiggans says 'Er both.'
Dwiggans chortles mischieviously.
Dwiggans says 'Now that there didn't hurt.'
Dwiggans says 'But sure seems like it shoulda!'
You say to Dwiggans 'I am always leaving marks on you.'
Dwiggans bows before you.
Dwiggans says 'I welcome them.'
Valindra paws at the air with an exquisitely manicured hand. Those claws look sharp.
Dwiggans puffs his chest out slightly.
Valindra places her hand on the center of your chest.
You say to Dwiggans 'Sausage for the road?'
Dwiggans says 'They'll be writin' 'bout us fer a time, to be sure.'
Dwiggans says 'Road sausage! O' course!'
Dwiggans closes his eyes momentarily.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
You get a string of sausages.
You eat a string of sausages.
You are full.
Dwiggans hugs you.
Valindra's chins are dotted with grease.
You say to Dwiggans 'Until next Renewal . . .'
Dwiggans places a delicate kiss upon your cheek.
Dwiggans says 'Hope I'm not oversteppin''
Valindra shivers a little. For some strange reason, the mark on her cheek smokes too.
Valindra darts toward the staircase but turns back at the last moment. She seems uncertain of something.
You say to Dwiggans 'Farewell . . . Sausage Man.'
Dwiggans's eyes widen at the smoke from your cheek.
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