The Eastern 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 to
S-*-F | 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. To the south you
*>*-F | can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: south west up]
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

Vanisse hugs a bundle of curtains.

You say '...such ferocity.'

Olyn says 'So what were we talking about?'

You say 'We were talking about Ulsa, I believe.'

Vanisse puts the curtains back on their rods and straightens them with a tug.

Olyn says 'She was just in here the other day taunting Destrian.'

You say 'Why? What did he do?'

Olyn says 'He was embarrassed that Ofel killed him.'

Olyn says 'Ulsa was bragging about a bet she made with some god or other for half a million gold that Destrian couldn't beat Ofel.'

You say '...'

You say 'Which deity's name was evoked.'

Olyn says 'None.'

You nod.

Talryn tells you 'Would you be able to assist me in killing the Grand Mistress within the tower of sorcery?'

Noath yells 'Talryn, the Lord has called thy name!'

Olyn says 'She might've been bluffing.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'Place yer bids! a minor globe of invulnerability is being auctioned for 5000 gold!'

Olyn yells 'Thy name has been called!'

Vanisse says 'It sounds light hearted enough.'

You tell Talryn 'In a bit. There's a shuffle of priority I have to oblige.'

Vanisse falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Olyn says 'Umm'

You peer intently at Vanisse.

You say '..I'm positive I missed something just now.'

Vanisse coughs loudly.

You say 'Oh, I see.'

Olyn says 'My Knights make me laugh.'

Cyprian points at a bundle on Vanisse.

Olyn says 'Laughter is good, but we've been over that.'

Vanisse looks at a bundle of idiots.

You say 'You have four-hundred and ninety-seven of me in there.'

You say 'I'd probably fall laughing too.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Someone flies in.

You say to Olyn 'Do they?'

Your eyes tingle.

The Eastern 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 to
S-*-F | 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. To the south you
*>*-o | can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: south west up]
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
(Invis) (White Aura) Myrali the Holy Matriarch of Healing is here.
Vikka, the serving girl of the tavern, stands waiting for a customer.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

Myrali flies up.

<660hp 846m 399mv no opponent no opponent>
[ Avian ] <PK> Talryn Malvanas the Wizard of Warfare
[ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Sir Noath the Grand Master of Seasons, Knight of Valour
[ Drow ] *Urliral the Mage of Maggots
[ H-Elf ] [Luck] Talyira the Miracle Worker
[ H-Elf ] <PK> Myrali the Holy Matriarch of Healing
[ Drow ] <PK> Cari Kiari the Shadow of Death
[50 Human Hea] *<PK> <HERALD> (Novice) [Luck] Cyprian the Holy Patriarch of Healing
[58 Avian SUP] *<HERALD> Vanisse the Myth Weaver
[ Fire ] Holdore Trolsmash the Weaponsmith
[59 Storm CRE] [KNIGHT] Sir Olyn Lotide the Beardmaster, Lord of Salt and Sea
Players found: 10
There are 10 characters on; the most on this past month was 20.

You say 'So Ulsa taunts Destrian.'

Olyn says 'Right.'

Olyn says 'He was getting pretty mad.'

You say 'And so he retaliates?'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Olyn says 'Brumblwitz was there enjoying the spectacle.'

You say '..so that's where he got involved.'

Olyn says 'When Destrian threatened do "eat his liver" or something.'

You put a thin journal in a leather backpack.

You put a quill with a white feather in a leather backpack.

Vanisse says 'Liver?'

You say '"Eat his liver?"'

You say 'What a choice of words.'

You nudge her.

Vanisse says 'Was Thamu anywhere around...by any chance?'

Olyn says 'Thamu wasn't around.'

Olyn says 'No Justices were.'

Vanisse says 'Oh.'

Vanisse says 'What happened next?'

Olyn says 'So Brumblwitz told Destrian he wouldn't be threatened in a Herald tavern and asked him to leave.'

Cyprian walks over to a makeshift stage sits on its edge.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Cyprian leans forward and clasps both hands and a thumb perched under his nose.

Olyn says 'Destrian was really mad by then.'

Olyn says 'He wouldn't leave so Brumblwitz told the bouncer to toss him.'

Olyn says 'There was a bit of a scuffle, but out he went.'

Vanisse chuckles politely.

Olyn says 'And that's all that happened with Ulsa in here.'

Vanisse says 'I heard she became Anathema after that.'

You nod.

Olyn says 'Oh she did, but that was outside.'

You say 'I heard the same.'

Olyn says 'Far from the sofas.'

You say 'I see. Whatever's away from the sofa...'

Cyprian narrows his eyes thoughtfully.

Vanisse says 'But the incident was not provoked to violence by her hand. Is she still anathema?'

Cyprian snaps out of it.

You shake your head.

You say 'Thank you, Vanisse.'

You get a slab of bacon.

You eat a slab of bacon.
You are no longer hungry.

Olyn says 'I don't know about now.'

Myrali flies in.

Olyn says 'Oh, there was violence.'

Vanisse says 'Instigated by her?'

A shady figure stands before you, covered in an oversized and dull,
ordinary-looking robe. Standing a head above the average human yet several
stones lighter, a frail constitution seems the obvious conclusion. Though
thickly dressed, the cloth resembles rags and poorly stitched material in
shambles. Through the beggarly dressing, a modest, perhaps muted chest can
be vaguely perceived, alluding to her femininity. A frigid look returns your
gaze as clear, cool blue eyes can be discerned through the shade of her
hood. Bits of her fringe hang loosely on her front and reaches below her
shoulders. Wavy and coarse, her hair bears hues ranging between dark brown
and purplish black, resembling the walnut trees of a dense forest. Dry skin
covers her exposed body yet its tone and color remains faint and neutral,
bearing towards certain ivory. A sharply pointed nose slowly comes to
light, as does her sunken cheeks which curve and lead downwards towards a
well-defined chin. Her thin lips spread coyly and naturally into a
mischievous smirk.
She has begun to do some traveling.
Myrali is in excellent condition.

Myrali is using:
<STUFF>

Myrali looks at you.

You say to Myrali 'Good evening.'

Myrali smiles at you.

Vanisse says 'Rather, initiated?'

Cyprian nods in response with a managed smile.

Myrali says 'hello. Am I interrupting?'

Myrali snaps her fingers.

You shake your head.

Olyn says 'It was complicated, but not really.'

Myrali nods.

Myrali sits down and rests.

Vanisse says 'I see.'

You say 'Not at all. If they two of the Heavens don't believe so, neither do I.'

Vanisse says 'Thank you for the insight, Lord Sofa.'

Cyprian stands up from the makeshift stage.

Myrali stands up.

Myrali walks up.

You say 'I second that gratitude, Sir Olyn.'

You say 'If you didn't have anything more to say, thanks for affording this one a long overdue intoxication.'

You point at Vanisse.

Vanisse sighs.

Vanisse suppresses a hiccup.

Olyn says 'What happened next was pretty interesting.'

You say to Vanisse 'What? You missed it, right?'

Vanisse says 'What happened next?'

Cyprian blinks, and jerks his attention back to Lord Olyn.

Vanisse nods at you in agreement.

Olyn says 'So Destrian summoned Brumblwitz right out of the tavern.'

Vanisse blinks innocently.

Vanisse says 'What for?'

Olyn says 'He couldn't get back in and he wanted to murder him.'

Olyn says 'So he summoned him out.'

Holdore walks in.

Vanisse frowns.

Holdore gasps in astonishment.

Vanisse says to Holdore 'Not you.'

Holdore chuckles politely.

Holdore says 'Oh.'

Holdore looks at you.

Vanisse says 'He attacked my herald?'

You nod at Holdore.

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Vanisse.

Olyn says 'I don't know who belongs to who, but he pummeled him pretty hard.'

You say to Vanisse 'That's what Brumblwitz' scroll states.'

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

Holdore sits down and rests.

Rimath the trader auctions 'a signet ring of Sarich has expired from auction without any bids.'
Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Holdore looks at Vikka the serving girl.

Holdore is the embodiment of pure evil!
Holdore has no regard for the Laws.

Holdore whistles at the sight of Vikka the serving girl.
Vikka the serving girl slaps Holdore.

Holdore says 'Ouch.'

Holdore shrugs helplessly.

Holdore stands up.

You say to Holdore 'Only eyes for Lord Varliv, I'm afraid.'

Holdore walks west.

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Holdore walks in.

You say 'I also heard from Sir Noath that Destrian struck Ulsa.'

Holdore sits down and rests.

Holdore gives you a sugar cookie.

Holdore eats a sugar cookie.

You say 'It also stood in his statement that she returned the aggression in-kind, and killed him.'

You say 'Did you observe this, too?'

Olyn says 'Ulsa attacked Destrian in an attempt to keep Brumblwitz alive.'

Cyprian nods sagely.

You say 'I know.'

You say 'It's only natural for her.'

You say 'She dotes on her friends strongly.'

You say 'I reserved comment of it until I heard it from you, though.'

Holdore stands up.

Holdore walks up.

Olyn says 'It didn't work because Brumblwitz died.'

Vanisse says 'To me that sounds like a strong testament to her character, not against, which is what I was worried about.'

You nod at Vanisse.

You say to Vanisse 'I thought along those same lines.'

Olyn says 'And what happened next was even further from the sofas.'

Olyn sighs.

Vanisse says 'The indictment of Anathema is a heavy burden.'

Vanisse chuckles at Olyn's joke.

You shake your head.

You smirk at his saying.

Olyn sighs.

Olyn says 'I don't think you'll like what happened then.'

Vanisse says 'What transpired?'

You say 'What veered away from the normalcy of sofa order?'
Olyn says 'Ulsa invaded the Knight cabal.'

Vanisse mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient.

Olyn says 'When Destrian came to defend it, Ulsa murdered him.'

A sugar cookie decomposes.

Olyn says 'Brumblwitz was already dead, so it could have only been revenge.'

Cyprian folds and arm and rests his other elbow on it, cupping a pensive hand around his mouth.

Cyprian squints his eyes at nothing in particular.

Vanisse says 'Hmm.'

Olyn says 'So then they were all standing around in north square, closer to the sofas, but not particularly close.'

Olyn says 'Lufen the Knight, Auhror the Justice, and Iryn the Mystic all showed up at that point.'

Olyn says 'Lufen wanted to kill Ulsa because she was Anathema after what happened'

Olyn says 'Auhror didn't want anything to happen in town.'

Olyn says 'So they made Iryn listen to everything to determine if he should Pardon Ulsa, because he's a noble of some house or other in Valour.'

Olyn says 'Iryn heard them out and said he didn't want involved.'

Vanisse chuckles politely.

Olyn says 'But he told them his advise to other Nobles would be to not pardon because of the invasion to the castle.'

Cyprian moves his focus toward Lord Olyn.

Olyn says 'So then Lufen attacked Ulsa in North Square in front of Auhror.'

Olyn says 'That didn't end well for Lufen.'

Vanisse says 'Oh dear.'

Olyn says 'And then Destrian did the same thing.'

Olyn says 'At some point Thamu showed up.'

Olyn says 'So the justices were hunting Destrian while the Knights hunted Ulsa.'

Olyn says 'Lufen died again. Ulsa was bragging and taking credit, but one of the Justices really got him.'

Olyn says 'So the Justices captured the crown, both Knights died trying to get it back.'

You tell Vanisse 'It's for this reason I was discrete about what I wrote about Shaldwyn. Still, something like this unraveled...absent anything to do with it.'

Olyn says 'And then the Justices left and the Knights took the Justice's Fist.'

Cyprian starts tapping his upper lip.

Vanisse tells you 'Shaldwyn? I don't recall reading anything about her.'

Olyn says 'There's more but Ulsa wasn't there and it wasn't near the sofas.'

You tell Vanisse 'I'm sorry, I'm speaking out of turn to the averted attention Lord Olyn is due. I'll elaborate next an appropriate time.'

Vanisse tells you 'Very well.'

Vanisse says 'What a kerfuffle.'

Olyn says 'Ceridwel threw Destrian out.'

Olyn says 'So then Kedaleam came around and saw the Knights had the Fist and poor Lufen didn't know what to do!'

Olyn says 'So he gave it back to Justice.'

Olyn says 'And then Destrian came back and attacked Brumblwitz in town again.'

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Olyn says 'But the Justice caught him.'

Olyn says 'I don't know if he ever apprehended him again. I guess he must have eventually.'

Grewin walks in.

Cyprian continues tapping.

Vanisse says 'What got into Destrian? It sounds as though he had ants in his pants.'

Grewin bows deeply.

Vanisse waves at Grewin cheerfully.
Olyn says 'That might explain it.'

Grewin says 'He did.'

You are hungry.

Grewin says 'He was not ready for the pressures of Knighthood.'

Cyprian nods toward Grewin cordially.

Grewin says 'Of course that's just what I hear.'

Grewin bows before you.

Grewin bows before Olyn.

Grewin bows before Vanisse.

Grewin scans all around.

Vanisse gives a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie to Grewin.

Vanisse gives you a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie.

You are hungry.
Your hunger injures you.

Grewin says 'Yummy cookies!'

Vanisse finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

Grewin pokes you in the ribs.

Grewin eats a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie.

Grewin smiles happily.

You are hungry.
Your hunger grazes you.

Grewin drinks water from a barrel.

Grewin drinks water from a barrel.

Cyprian drops his hand from his mouth, and so the same with the other arm propped around him.

Grewin raises an eyebrow.

You say '..sorry. I was in thought.'

A raspberry flan suddenly appears.

Olyn says to Vanisse 'You seem fascinated by liver lately.'

You get a raspberry flan.

Grewin says 'Eat the cookie!!!!'
You are hungry.
Your hunger hits you.

You eat a liver and bacon sprinkled cookie.
You are full.

You are cheered on by Grewin... you feel so loved!

Vanisse coughs loudly.

Vanisse says 'I was persuaded by a very persistent Justice.'

Grewin says 'It's not a gnome cookie but it's decent.'

Olyn says to Vanisse 'Destrian was craving liver when he started acting strangely...'

You shake your head.

You say to Grewin 'It's alright. You did thoughtfully.'

Vanisse says 'It wasn't ME.'

Grewin says 'How long until the new Mystique comes out?'

Olyn says 'That's a bit extreme just to get a good story, but I wouldn't put it past you.'

Vanisse says 'Hopefully soon!'

Vanisse glares at Olyn.

Olyn says 'You know I'm not wrong.'

Vanisse mutters something quietly to herself.

You say to Olyn 'This time..I don't think she really had a hand in it...'

Grewin says 'Some people just become crazed by a little authority.'

Grewin says 'I mean really, killing a poor Herald? Insanity!'

Vanisse says 'If I had had a hand in it, I wouldn't have sat through several broken sofas.'

Vanisse nods at Grewin.

Olyn says 'And let's see...which Herald was sacrificed....'

Olyn says 'Oh yeah, THE GNOME'

Vanisse says 'Hey!'

Grewin says 'Brumblwitz.'

Vanisse says 'I have never eaten that gnome.'

Grewin says 'But I do get your point!'

Olyn says 'This reeks of Vanisse.'

Grewin says 'But you wanted to yes?'

Vanisse says 'No!'

Grewin says 'Not even a nibble?'

Vanisse says 'I don't even let anybody else eat him.'

Vanisse folds her arms.

Grewin sighs.

Grewin says 'He probably taste good.'

You say '..noone else would....I don't think..'

Olyn says 'Destrian just happened to crave gnome liver when you needed a good story for your Mystique.'

Grewin says 'Then he goes crazy....ponders timeline of events.'

You say 'Oh we definitely have a story, but we shouldn't forget Ulsa's efforts may have been marred in the thick of it all. I don't believe Vanisse would put that at stake..'

You say 'Even for a story.'

Vanisse says 'Don't you pin this on me, he was your crazed follower.'

Grewin says 'Valid point as well.'

Olyn says 'He cheated on me with Vevier.'

Olyn says 'He secretly loved her, the scoundrel.'

Vanisse smirks.

You say '..that's.'

You say '...a tad inappropriate.'

You say 'Divines and mortals?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Olyn shrugs helplessly.

Grewin says 'I think we can all agree the poor boy just wasn't in his right mind.'

Olyn says 'Both of my wives were mortal.'

You say 'Let alone a sewer pipe-dream.'

You say '..not the first time I've had foot in my mouth. It's alright.'

Vanisse coughs 'Cheese.'

You agree absolutely.

You say 'Pardon me while I go see to the edible wheel.'

Vanisse throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!
Grewin scans all around.

Vanisse throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

Cyprian turns and heads out solemnly.


==========<Cheese Wheel Fetching>============


The Eastern 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 to
S-F-F | 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. To the south you
*>*-o | can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: south west up]
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Grewin the Baron of Icicles is here.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

You give a bottle of milk to a small deaf mouse.

You give a bottle of milk to a small deaf mouse.

You give a bottle of milk to a small deaf mouse.

You give a bottle of milk to a small deaf mouse.

You give a bottle of milk to a small deaf mouse.

Grewin says 'But how much does a god weigh? How much do we reinforce it?'

Grewin looks at a small deaf mouse.

A small deaf mouse jigs about furiously.

Grewin pats a small deaf mouse on its head.

Vanisse says 'It should probably be made out of a solid block of something.'

You say to Olyn 'Lord Olyn.'

Olyn says 'Yes?'

Grewin says 'The doorway may have to be widen to allow such blocks to be brought in.'

You say to Olyn 'What will become of Ulsa, you think?'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse nods at Grewin.

Grewin says 'Drows are good with blocks of stone are they not?'

Vikka the serving girl squeals 'Eek!'

A small deaf mouse jigs about furiously.

Vikka the serving girl points excitedly at a small deaf mouse!

Vikka the serving girl squeals 'It has too much milk!'

A small deaf mouse stops jigging.

A small deaf mouse pouts.

Vikka the serving girl's slap MANGLES a small deaf mouse!
A small deaf mouse is DEAD!!
You hear a small deaf mouse's death cry.

Vanisse boggles at the concept.

Grewin gasps in astonishment.

Vanisse says 'I say, that was a bit much.'

Grewin says 'Bad Vikka!'

Grewin sacrifices the corpse of a small deaf mouse to The Overlord.

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Cyprian seems to be oblivious to all the hilarity.

Grewin sacrifices an extraordinarily tiny violin to The Overlord.

Vanisse wipes a bloodstain off the floor.

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

[Exits: south west up]
You see 5 of a bottle of milk here.
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Grewin the Baron of Icicles is here.

Grewin says 'That one has a temper she does.'

Farael the Herald flies in.

Grewin looks at Farael the Herald.

Olyn looks at Farael the Herald.

Grewin looks at Farael the Herald.

Farael the Herald stands on a tiny stage.

You say to Olyn 'Relative to the sofa, what will become of Ulsa?'

Vanisse says 'I suppose Ulsa is at the mercy of the gods or nobles, in the absence of an Executor.'

Farael the Herald clears his throat.

You nod at Vanisse.

Olyn says 'I assume she will be vanquished or continue to best the Knights.'

Grewin says 'Does she require a pardon?'

Vanisse nicely asks Farael the Herald to be more quiet.

Olyn says 'I don't think any Nobles will issue a pardon.'

Vanisse says 'It would be in her interests not to fight the Knights any longer. The one who caused the offense is no more.'

Grewin says 'I do not know all of her exploits so I wouldn't be able to say.'

Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'Live, Love, Wait,' written by Vaelyn.'

============<Farael Performs>============

Farael the Herald sings with feeling 'Live, Love, and Wait'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you.'

Vanisse sighs at the sight of Farael the Herald.
Farael the Herald says 'Cut it out!'

Grewin says 'You talk a lot Farael!'

You say to Grewin 'It wouldn't be smart to issue one. Even I can't see how it'd be accepted. The invasion is the blot.'

You say 'Much as I hate to admit it...'

You say 'I wish I knew more of what will come.'

Vanisse says 'I should like to speak with her.'

Grewin says 'Just keep those eyes and ears open and you shall see and hear all you need to know.'

Vanisse chuckles politely.

You say to Grewin 'There's something I'd like to do before that, if it's possible. That's the concern.'

Grewin says 'And what would that be?'

A wheel of cheese decomposes.

You say 'I'm not that clumsy. It's not the time to disclose that.'

Grewin says 'I'm just as curious to see how things play out with the noble Frewan and the Keeper Temur.'

You wear a runed wizard hat on your head.

Vanisse chuckles politely.

You say 'Vanisse's talk with her will determine it.'

Vanisse says 'If I catch her in time.'

You say 'If not, I'll speak with her on your behalf, if you'll have it.'

Farael the Herald announces abruptly 'I will now perform 'Enough,' written by yours truly.'


======<Farael Performs>=========


Farael the Herald softly melodizes 'And sometimes that's enough.'

Farael the Herald says with a bow 'Thank you. '

You say to Vanisse 'If there's anything specific you'd like asked, I'll be glad to carry inked quote to convey to her.'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You say 'Quotes.'

Vanisse says to Farael the Herald 'Enough indeed.'

Cyprian manages a smirk at Vanisse's remark.

Vanisse says 'I think the matter would be better discussed in person.'

You nod.

You say to Vanisse 'Of course.'

You say to Olyn 'Thank you Lord Olyn.'

You say to Olyn 'Your compulsion over sofas helped to soften the gravity of the matter, as well.'

Grewin says 'It used to be a nice sofa....now not so much.'

Grewin points at a broken sofa!

You say 'I'm still willing to redesign one. I did make that offer, after all.'

You say 'But there's hardly any point, if Lord Olyn is more concerned about functional baths.'

You say 'That aren't broken.'