Thamu screeches 'If only the liver I create was gnomish.'
Thamu screeches 'I could convince everyone!'
Thamu screeches 'Come to think of it.'
Thamu screeches 'What kind of animal IS my liver?'

Thamu utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae' as she points a fork at the ground.

You say 'Umm.'

Thamu rubs her eye plates.

You glance at Thamu.
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.

Thamu screeches 'And then I want to know what kind it is that I eat.'

You say 'You should know, you made it!'

Thamu screeches 'I make it out of habit now.'

You say 'What, pulling livers from a hat?'

Thamu screeches 'Silly. Hats don't have livers.'

You say 'I bet it's rabbit livers.'

Thamu thinly and hoarsely screeches 'That would explain the extremely delicate nature.'

You say 'Yours might be chicken liver. But I'm not sure.'
You poke her in the ribs.

Thamu screeches 'Chicken?!'

You say 'You said your legs could be chicken, and your liver is kind of close to your legs...'

Thamu screeches 'Seems kind of small, but I suppose I am small too.'

Thamu screeches 'Add liver of chicken to my list of ingredients.'

You let out a hearty laugh.

Backstage of Mocker's Tavern
S-*-F| A controlled chaos best describes this scene. A potpourri
| | | of notes and melodies saturate the air as everyone sings
* *-F| and practices all at once. Dances and skits are being
| | || rehearsed for upcoming shows. Bards from across Serin
@>*-o| share their songs and adventures with all not too busy
| to listen. The walls are filled with paintings of famous
| bards. Beautiful mandolins, harps, and strange instruments
| hang on the walls as trophies and prizes. Further back
| into the room is a quieter section where a single man
---------+ sits, obviously amused by the happenings going on in front
of him.

[Exits: north east]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
(Translucent) Thamu the Sage of Arcane Power is here.
Daene the trainee files his nails in anticipation of a challenge.
Roslefusio the bard guildmaster sits here on a stool, nursing a split knuckle.

Thamu screeches 'I wonder what blood the creator used.'

You say 'Hard to tell after the fact.'

Thamu screeches 'It all becomes Thamu blood!'

You agree absolutely.
You say 'Out of curiosity, do you remember when you first gained consciousness?'

Thamu screeches 'Oh yes!'
Thamu screeches 'It hurt.'

You say 'What did you see?'

Thamu screeches 'Uh. The creator pulling a tube out of me.'

You bat your eyelashes.
You say 'A tube?'

Thamu screeches 'He put the blood in me somehow.'
Thamu screeches 'He always did blood last.'

You wince in agony.

Thamu screeches 'Blood is the one thing that flows through every other piece.'
Thamu screeches 'The final glue to hold it all together.'

You say 'What happens if someone injected something else?'

Thamu screeches 'You mean instead of the blood or after?'

You say 'Both cases.'

Thamu sits down and thinks deeply.
Thamu screeches 'Well let us see. If I recall the books properly...'
Thamu screeches 'Then if you used something in place of the blood, the amalgam would never come to life.'

DAMN! You snap your fingers.

Thamu screeches 'After the fact would depend on the element being injected.'
Thamu screeches 'I think.'

You have created a large glass beer stein!
You peer around yourself intently.
You give a large glass beer stein to Thamu.

Thamu blinks innocently.
Thamu pulls out a syringe with a loooong needle.

You rub your hands together in greedy anticipation.

Thamu thrusts the syringe into the sloshing amber liquid and pulls hard on the plunger.
Thamu screeches 'This should be interesting.'

You say 'Experiments!'
You clap your hands together.

Thamu jabs the needle into the bulging vein on her neck and hammers the plunger down.
Thamu yells 'YEEEOWWWW.'

Oh no, I forgot protection! Safety first.
You have created a dented metal helmet!
You wear a dented metal helmet on your head.

You have created a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie!

Thamu flies about wildly.

You give a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie to Thamu.
You say 'Quick! A cookie!'

Thamu's thirst scratches her.
Thamu's hunger injures her.
Thamu soars into the wall, but loses no momentum before slamming into the floor.

Thamu eats a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie.
Thamu drinks water from a magical spring.

Thamu flaps about on the floor.

Thamu stiffens up.

Vanisse peers over Thamu, hmming and jotting notes.

Thamu rubs her eye plates.

Thamu screeches 'I think that was a success.'

Thamu sits up.

You let out a hearty laugh.

Thamu screeches 'Though... I should think that next time I should be tied down.'

You say 'So that's how you look drunk.'
You say 'We should try another one!!'

You buy a cup of slime mold juice.
You give a cup of slime mold juice to Thamu.
You clap your hands together.

Thamu blinks innocently.
Thamu screeches 'Mold juice.'

You say 'It's clean, I promise. Or rather, Eithel does.'

Thamu blinks innocently at you.

You say 'Totally one hundred percent safe.'
You blink innocently at Thamu.

Thamu injects herself with a large dose of mold juice.

Thamu falls to the ground like a rock.

Thamu gurgles 'Ruigan aapo.'
Thamu gurgles 'Tca grerwwwww.'

You glance at Thamu.
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.

You poke her in the ribs.

Thamu sprouts tiny bits of greenery all over her body.

You boggle at the concept.

You say 'Is that... is that salad?'

Thamu gurgles 'Ccia hooooo noooo.'

Vanisse picks a tiny leaf of lettuce.
Vanisse sniffs a tiny leaf of lettuce.

You grimace painfully at the thought.

Thamu yells 'Eeeerfff llleeettt.'

Vanisse eats a tiny leaf of lettuce with a wince.
You sprout warts and start croaking.

Thamu shivers uncontrollably, covering the room in a spray of green bits.

You say 'Grrrrrrak grok!'

You glare icily at her.
You say 'Krrrrrrrrrikkit!'
You say 'Brrrp.'

Thamu gurgles 'Totototo.'

You say 'Croak croak croak.'
You say 'Wheeeeeeeaaaaaaawwwwww!'
You grumble distractedly to yourself.

Thamu flops out of the room.
Thamu flies east.

Beside a large bar
S-F-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
* *-* | 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]
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
A lava shot is on a polished bar.
A lava shot is on a polished bar.
A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar.
A lava shot is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A mug of ale is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

The Western 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
S-F-F | to rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place
| | | where various artists can perform their trade. You see a
* @-* | few tables around the fireplace and a small open area as
| | | | a stage. You see the common extend to the west and east.
*>*-o | To the south you can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: north east south]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.
A sparkling new bookcase covered in carved portraits rests here containing the Serin Mystiques: Volume 3.
An untidy bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume two' is propped up against a wall.
A neat bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume one' rests against a wall.
Thamu the Sage of Arcane Power is here.
Cyprian is sitting on some comfortable looking sofas.
Grewin the Sage of Arcane Power is here.

Thamu sprouts more greenery.

You point at Thamu.

Inned flies in.

Thamu gurgles 'Hifffffififa o!'

Inned studies Cyprian carefully and disappears out of sight.

You point at Thamu.
You say 'Grrrrrrak grok!'

Cyprian grins evilly.
Cyprian says 'Hey!'
Cyprian peers intently at Cyprian.

Grewin bows before Thamu.

Thamu flops about more, showering the room in bits of lettuce.

Before your eyes, Cyprian's sanity is slipping away...

Cyprian stands up.

You say 'Ribbit.'

Cyprian steps toward Cyprian.

You say 'Grrrrrrak grok!'

Cyprian says 'I am the real Cyprian!'
Cyprian says 'See.'
Cyprian points at himself proudly.
Cyprian points excitedly at Cyprian!

Cyprian says to Cyprian 'Yes, I understand.'

Cyprian says 'Thats the imposter.'

You revert to your normal form.
Thamu turns brownish as the greenery suddenly dies.

Cyprian says to Cyprian 'Who wouldn't want to be me?'
Cyprian snickers softly.
Cyprian punches Cyprian playfully.

Cyprian says 'Well me!'

Cyprian says 'You can only wish it so.'

Before your eyes, Cyprian's sanity is slipping away...

Vanisse splutters.

Cyprian looks at you.

Thamu screeches 'That was.'
Thamu screeches 'I don't want to talk about it.'

You say 'No more slime juice ever.'

Cyprian says to you '..so you were the toad?'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Thamu.
Thamu nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Cyprian looks at Cyprian.

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Thamu screeches 'It was a nightmare!'

Cyprian says 'A magic toad!'

Thamu yells 'A NIGHTMARE!'

Cyprian says to you 'Can you handle two of me?'

Thamu screeches 'I was turning into lettuce!'

Cyprian peers intently at Cyprian.

Cyprian peers intently at Cyprian.

Thamu screeches 'And Vanisse ate some of me!'

You say 'I ate the lettuce and turned into a toad.'

You groan loudly.

Grewin gasps in astonishment.

Cyprian yells 'Help I am trapped in here!'

Cyprian looks at Cyprian.

You say to Cyprian 'One of you seems to be stuck.'

You peer intently at Cyprian.

You peer intently at Cyprian.

Cyprian says 'One? Both.'

Cyprian points excitedly at Cyprian!

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

You say 'I know what can fix being stuck.'

A slab of bacon suddenly appears.
You get a slab of bacon.

Cyprian points at himself proudly.

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.

Vanisse slathers bacon all over Cyprian.

Thamu peers around herself intently.
Thamu gets a plate of liver and onions.
Thamu gets a plate of liver and onions.

Cyprian says '. . . . .'

Thamu gives a plate of liver and onions to Cyprian.
Thamu gives a plate of liver and onions to Cyprian.

Grewin says 'Ulsa.'

Cyprian says '..I have been greased.'

Cyprian says 'A kick in the pants?'

You say 'Bacon grease!'

Cyprian grins.
Cyprian peers at you intently.

You find yourself most agreeable.

Cyprian says to you 'You think you're smooth now....'
Cyprian pounces on you and sends you sprawling. **OOF**

Cyprian says 'I know it.'

Cyprian yells 'How about NOW!'

You flail your arms in every direction.

Cyprian throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Cyprian winks at Cyprian.

You say 'No!'

Cyprian rolls off of Vanisse.

Vanisse slips and slides on the floor.

Cyprian yells 'NOW!'

Vanisse scrabbles to her feet.

Before your eyes, Cyprian's sanity is slipping away...

You run away in terror and horror!

The world bends and quivers as Vanisse vanishes with a quiet >POP!<