In which Valindra contemplates her new neutrality and the High Herald attends the Abecedarian.
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You say 'Mama, I wish you were here.' Valindra crosses her stubby, emerald arms beneath her breasts. You say 'Collector, I have a secret.' You peer around yourself intently. where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald who [ Avian ] <PK> [KEEPER] Peemo the Sage of Arcane Power [ Slith ] Thlitheri the Lady Cadet [50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth [ Storm ] Gragg the Berserker of Might [ Dwarf ] <PK> Hesum the Volcano of Infinite Rage Players found: 5 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
You tell Peemo 'Hail tidings, Peemo.' Peemo tells you 'Greetings there High Herald.' You tell Peemo 'I have some news that might warm a Keeper's heart.' Peemo tells you 'I am most interested.' You tell Peemo 'For your High Herald is true neutral.' Peemo tells you 'The best kind of neutral, to be honest.' You tell Peemo 'Slain five times and not much to show for it other than this new neutrality.' You tell Peemo 'Better than the old neutrality, I think.' score /@============================================================- | \ | Valindra the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth | | Rank High Herald of <HERALD> | | You are 47 years old (430 hours, 16h:54m of bloodshed) | | You are a specialist sorceress of earth. | | | | Race: Goblin Hometown: Seringale Health: 836/836 | | Sex: Female Class: Invoker Mana: 1096/1096 | | Size: small Alignment: Neutral Move: 390/390 | | Age: mature Ethos: Neutral Shield: 0/0 | \ -------------------------------------------/ | | | Streng: 17 (18-1) Rating: Good Weight: 238/305 | | Intell: 23 (23+0) Level: 50 Pracs: 4 | | Wisdom: 25 (25+0) Exp tnl: 18360 Trains: 3 | | Dexter: 21 (21+0) Guildpoint: 3/3 Items: 30/36 | | Consti: 18 (17+1) Gold: 904 Wimpy: 142 hp | | Luck: Unfortunate Hunger: [*****] Thirst: [*****] | | | | Condition: Worn out from your wounds | ------------------------------------------ \ / | | Armor Vs Pierce: 171 Saving Throws | | Hitroll: 21 Vs Bash: 170 Afflictive: 45 | | Damroll: 16 Vs Slash: 172 Maledictive: 63 | | Vs Magic: 96 Mental: 64 | \==========================================================-/ You are affected by the following: Spell: detect invis : lasts for 30 hours
Peemo tells you 'I heard that a slay a day keeps the blasphemers away.' You tell Peemo 'You should write that down.' You tell Peemo 'I'm going to.'
note list [ 1 ] <STRIFE> Militha: Tragic Poem (Title: The Demon) [ 2 ] <MYSTIC> Foggledonk: A Couple's Nuptials [ 3 ] <HERALD> Valindra: Love Has Changed Me [ 4 ] Vargan: Poetry [ 5 ] [JUSTICE] Aphrux: My Tragedy [ 6 ] Vargan: Poetry 2 [ 7 ] <MYSTIC> Wylsin: Magical Symposium [ 8 ] [JUSTICE] Aphrux: A few broad points on the subtle magicks of the mind. [ 9 ] <MYSTIC> Wylsin: Your background [ 10 ] Vargan: The Prophecy [ 11 ] <MYSTIC> Pauwyr: Elemental Shields - A Perspective from Sanity [ 12 ] Iluvim: Kondor has been renamed to Jatrus [ 13 ] <HERALD> Valindra: TRAGEDY!
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic gossips: 'The winds welcome your return, Wylsin the One-Eyed Wizard, Abecedarian of Arcane.' Peemo tells you 'I suppose there is nothing I can do to keep you from doing such things. I will keep my digits crossed that Lord Olyn himself does not hear about it.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Well, well, well.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I was just talking about you today, so of course you would attend me.' <MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Salutations Valindra.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Salutations, dear.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Notice anything . . . different about me?' <MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'As it happens, I do. Another of the Polymath's curses beset you?' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Love Has Changed Me.' <MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'How..romantic.' Peemo tells you 'Have you yet to meet Vyvyan?' You tell Peemo 'The farmer?' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I didn't say for the better, dear.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Would you like some company?' Peemo tells you 'Yes, my young prodigy.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Or are you busy planning for the symposium?' <MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Nor did I imply that the romance is beneficial.' You tell Peemo 'A fondness for potatoes, but I have eyes everywhere.' <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I or eye, dear?' *** A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flies in. where Players near you in Timaran: <PK> Valindra Antechamber to the Ivory Towers <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I come to your Tower, but you are not here to attend?' Wylsin walks in. Minimani the razor-clawed manticore miniature flies in. l A Comfortable Lounge | The lighting is dim with the window shades drawn tight, | making it difficult to tell if it's day or night. There | is a fireplace in one corner adding warmth and welcome | to the room. Big overstuffed chairs surround the cheerful @-*-*| hearth, beckoning those who enter to curl up and relax. | | Soft music plays in the background, but the source is *-*| not known. The scent of apples and spices fills the air | adding to the sense of well-being. This is a place to | escape one's worries and rejuvenate the spirit. ---------+
[Exits: east] A leather chair and ottoman sit against the wall. An overstuffed armchair sits beside the fire. A large, comfortable looking suite sits here. (Charmed) A razor-clawed manticore is looking away from you dispassionately. (White Aura) Wylsin the One-Eyed Wizard, Abecedarian of Arcane is here. (Charmed) (Translucent) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air.
Valindra is perched delicately upon the edge of the suite.
look wylsin Looking about this place, you can't help but notice the little gnome standing before you. He has one bright green eye that seems to seek yours out. Where the other eye should be there is simply a black hole. It seems to be lined with a soot so black you can barely see any definition.
Breaking your eye contact, you look over the rest of his face. A short, almost button-like nose sits right in the center. His lips have a slight orange-ish hue to them, and when he talks his teeth are dazzlingly white. He has curly red hair, and when he turns his head it seems to shimmer as though a great heat were emanating from him.
Wylsin says 'I have several towers that need attending.' Wylsin looks in a dragonblood pleated leather backpack of evisceration. You say to Wylsin 'I am certain of it.' Wylsin looks in a deflective pleated leather backpack of turning. Peemo tells you 'You know I proposed something that you might find interesting.' You tell Peemo 'Do tell, dear.' Peemo tells you 'While we Keepers know our true purpose, there has been some question about what role we actually hold in the eyes of all.' You say to Wylsin 'Will my entry on enchantment suffice for your symposium, or must I write something new?' You say to Wylsin 'And shall we include some of these treatises in the Mystique?' The city clock tolls twelve times, announcing midday. Peemo tells you 'I suggested that we protect not only the Mystic and Heralds but all of the Scholars and seekers of peace.' Valindra manages to peer down her nose at the Abecedarian, though she is smaller than him and seated. Wylsin sits down and rests on a leather ottoman. You tell Peemo 'An apt role for a Keeper, I'd say.' Wylsin attempts to put his feet up on the ottoman, but it's too far away. You say to Wylsin 'Struggling with your depth perception, dear?' Wylsin laughs dryly. Peemo tells you 'Such as the Knight's protect their Nobles and the Legion once had with the Earls. The Warlords protect their Honor.' Wylsin says to you 'On occasion.' Wylsin looks at a white piece of paper. You tell Peemo 'A natural extension, if you ask me.' i You are carrying: (Glowing) the Light of Immortal Favor (Magical) (Glowing) an emerald-green spired helm of hardiness (Glowing) some Magpie Muffin mix a bunch of rare blue carnations (Magical) a solid box (empty) (Glowing) (Humming) a lucky coin (Humming) a silver chalice ornamented with pearls ( 2) (Magical) (Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck (Magical) (Glowing) a gold scarab ring a mysterious bag of the Magi (open)
You get parchment from a mysterious bag of the Magi.
read parchment Love Has Changed Me
I'm still fat, I'm still green But love has changed me. What's that mean?
I'm still wicked, I'm still cruel But born to love I am the Fool.
(How does it feel to scratch the itch? To steal the aura from the witch?)
I'm still sloppy, I'm still here But who says love Is not to fear?
I'm still broken. I'm still lost. If love makes change, I'll pay the cost.
(What shall I do to form the switch? Shall I count each tooth inside the witch?)
I'm still dying, still alive. Watch love take Another five.
Still, I'm mad. Still, obscene But he loves me[Hit Return to continue]
Fat, sad, and green.
(Where do I sign? What's the catch? What happy ending's owed a witch?)
I'm still. Be still. Can't change it back. This love's no ill But heart, attack.
You say to Wylsin 'Here it is.' You give parchment to Wylsin. Wylsin looks at parchment. Wylsin looks at parchment. Peemo tells you 'Indeed. I feel that soon it will be up to the Keeper himself to determine whom is a threat to the great balance of things.' Wylsin says 'It is a lovely poem, to be sure.' Wylsin gives you parchment. You say to Wylsin 'An explanation, at least.' You say to Wylsin 'For I am pulsing much less malevolently.' Peemo tells you 'Just as a Warlord would deathmark one who he claims did not uphold their arrangement.' Valindra looks down at her stubby, emerald hands, clasped as they are in her lap. You say to Wylsin 'Where do you keep her? Wylsin says to you 'I suppose that would depend upon--' Wylsin peers at you intently. Peemo tells you 'It is just thought and discussion for now though.. I suppose only time will tell.' A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity snorts in her sleep, suddenly finding herself awake upon the little goblin witch's shoulder. Wylsin says slowly, carefully 'Some things are better left a mystery.' You tell Peemo 'Or failing that, I will tell it!' You peer intently at Wylsin. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity peers intently at Wylsin. Valindra croaks 'Very well.' Wylsin sits back down, a little more stiffly. Peemo tells you 'Until next time.' Valindra runs a stubby, emerald hand idly in the water. reply Attend me soon, dear! And write for me of Tragedy! They aren't here. Valindra cradles her memory box with the other hand. You say to Wylsin 'I am looking forward to your symposium, Plindane.' You say to Wylsin 'But you have failed to answer either of my questions.' Wylsin says to you 'I am pleased that you anticipate it so.' Wylsin says to you 'Yes, there have been several subjects bandied about.' Valindra stares at Wylsin as a toad might, blandly.
Wylsin says to you 'Did you intend for your poem to serve as a topic of submission to discuss?' You say to Wylsin 'No. I meant my entry on enchantment for the Invoker Primer.' You say to Wylsin 'This is not a poetry reading, dear.' Wylsin says to you 'Indeed it isn't.' You say to Wylsin 'More's the pity.' Wylsin chuckles politely. Wylsin says to you 'There have been many poetry readings over the years. Is another method of expression and review not warranted?' Valindra perches delicately back upon the suite, her emerald ankles crossed demurely. You say to Wylsin 'You are right, as ever.' You say to Wylsin 'I told you: I'm looking forward to it.' Wylsin says to you 'Your primer on Enchantment is a fine instruction. If you should wish it to be discussed at the Symposium I see no issue with that.' Valindra blinks 'I like magic.' You say to Wylsin 'And then I wondered if you would consider including the best entries in the Mystique for posterity?' Wylsin says to you 'However, if you have yet other areas of research you have engaged in and would like to submit them for a review of peers, that would be welcome as well.' You say to Wylsin 'This is the TRAGEDY! issue, but I've always got room for your spells, dear.' Wylsin says to you 'I intend to publish them as a volume unto themselves. We could include one in the Mystique if you wish.' You say to Wylsin 'I thought you might collect them but did not know if you would prize or privilege them in anyway. I love winners.'
Some Magpie Muffin mix has evaporated from disuse. OH, NO!
i You are carrying: parchment (Glowing) the Light of Immortal Favor (Magical) (Glowing) an emerald-green spired helm of hardiness a bunch of rare blue carnations (Magical) a solid box (empty) (Glowing) (Humming) a lucky coin (Humming) a silver chalice ornamented with pearls ( 2) (Magical) (Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck (Magical) (Glowing) a gold scarab ring a mysterious bag of the Magi (open)
Wylsin says to you 'I did not intend this to be a competition.' You say to Wylsin 'I know. Bad habits.' Wylsin chuckles politely. You say to Wylsin 'But I am less evil this Renewal.' Wylsin says to you 'I certainly will not be offering my hand, or other appendages, to any entrants.' You say to Wylsin 'I wouldn't mind holding your hand, but I get your point.' Wylsin says to you 'I've become rather more aware, and less apt to take for granted, my physical form of late.' You say to Wylsin 'I see that.' Valindra winces at her inadvertent pun. Wylsin's eye flickers subtly. You say to Wylsin 'Thank you.' Wylsin says to you 'You're quite welcome. What for?' You say to Wylsin 'Too much. But I'd start with your sacrifice.' You say to Wylsin 'I am sorry for what I brought to your door.' Wylsin says to you 'Ah, yes. I appreciate your gratitude, though I would not wish you to feel indebted to me.' Wylsin says to you 'Such mysteries and adventures are a lure to me as well.' You say to Wylsin 'I am reckoning with myself.' Wylsin stands up. Wylsin bows his head in worship of Denadlyr. Wylsin sits down and rests on a leather ottoman.
whois wylsin [ Gnome ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin Plindane the Sage of Arcane Power (M)
Wylsin the One-Eyed Wizard, Abecedarian of Arcane is 62 years old. He is a member of <MYSTIC>. Attended the 4th Serin Poetry Contest Attended the recitation of the Third Poetry Contest. Came late to the Discussion of Mystique Vol 15 Iss 5 Followed Avenar blindly into a pit of lava. Found a Chic Cape! Observer for the Trial of Kali Windbreeze Participated in a Battle Royal. Tied for second place in the Third Serin Poetry Contest. He is an experienced explorer.
Dedicated to study areas: Major: Arcane Minor: Fundamental Minor: Physical
You say to Wylsin 'Revered of Denadlyr.' Wylsin says to you 'I expect a chance of heart would precipitate such reflections.' Wylsin says to you 'Excuse my mispronunciation, that's a change, not chance, of heart. Though I daresay a chance may be apt as well.' You say to Wylsin 'Do not let me grow maudlin with self-reflection.' Wylsin chuckles politely. Wylsin says to you 'Your talent for an accurate turn of phrase remains unmatched.' You say to Wylsin 'Thank you, dear.' You say to Wylsin 'I will adjourn to the Rest. If you need help planning your party, you need only call.' Wylsin nods. Wylsin stands up. The imprint of Valindra's lips smokes slightly on Wylsin's cheek. Wylsin says to you 'It was a pleasure as ever.' You say to Wylsin 'As ever, dear.' Wylsin gallantly tips his hat to you.
