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Drunk on Caligos

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather just be naked?"

In this log, we meet with a very entertaining half-krolvin and all become increasingly more intoxicated as the night goes on. Slightly NSFW. This happened on October 4, 2019 on Caligos Isle.

A blood rain begins to fall.

Karkas huskily asks, "Ar am I still hallucinatin?"

Mnar scowls.

Xanthium says, "No.  We're getting filthy with gore."

Thrassus runs a hand over his black tunic, wiping off the accumulated gore.

Mnar says, "This is going to take forever to clean."

Karkas issues a muted bark that transforms into a keening yowl of sorrow.

We go indoors.

[Siren's Call Tavern, Bar - 26487]
A mild hint of wood varnish lingers in the air, mingled with the aroma of dark ale, spirits, and the twang of cigar smoke.  Centered on the back wall is a carved teak bar, and over it hangs a tremendous circular mirror behind glass shelves illuminated in wan jewel-toned hues.  Suede-cushioned stools sit beneath the edge of the counter, which is topped with clean-shaded lamps at intervals.  A narrow stairway leads up to the mezzanine.  You also see a coin-wielding rotund broker, a dusky blue-skinned half-krolvin and some inviting tables.
Obvious exits: southwest
Thrassus, Karkas, Cruxophim, Mnar and Xanthium followed.

Mnar says, "Ugh."

Speaking to Thrassus, Xanthium asks, "Would you mind?  Before my blouse stains?"

Speaking to Thrassus, you say, "Me too."

Thrassus gestures at Xanthium.
Water sprays forth and scours Xanthium clean!
A large splash of water drenches Xanthium from head to toe!

Xanthium shivers.

(Karkas dips his head forward so that the bloody rainwater runs out of his tricorne.)

Thrassus gestures at you.
Water sprays forth and scours you clean!
A splash of water hits you squarely, drenching you from head to toe!

You glance at your white linen shirt.

You fold your arms over your chest.

Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Karkas cackles!

You mumble something under your breath.

Damp trickles of water drip from the ends of your hair.

You exclaim, "Don't look!"

You turn around.

Speaking to you, Mnar asks, "At what?"

You scowl.

Mnar grins.

Speaking soothingly to you, Cruxophim coaxes, "There there, dear."

Cruxophim fans his blood red-veined deep black wings at you, stirring the air into a small, focused breeze that swirls about you.

(Xanthium runs her long fingers through her now-drenched hair, looking it over critically for clumps of scarlet.)

Speaking to Cruxophim, you say, "Thank you."

Karkas whistles tunelessly to himself.

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "LOL, water spells."

(OOC) You quietly whisper to Cruxophim, "Lolol!"

Your white linen shirt clings damply about your chest and waist.

Karkas wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You glance sharply at Karkas.

Karkas winks at you.

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "Time for the wet tshirt contest."

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "Hubba hubba."

(OOC) You whisper, "Yeah Mnar." to your group.

(OOC) Mnar's player whispers to the group, "Half-elf would win."

You glance at Xanthium.

Xanthium smiles at you.

Speaking to you, Xanthium asks, "What'd I do now?"

You say, "Nothing."

Karkas huskily asks, "Whar's the booze in this establishmen?"

You point at a carved teak bar.

Karkas huskily says, "Har."

Karkas pours himself a glass of spiced rum.

Cruxophim offers you a glass of spiced rum.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Cruxophim's offer and are now holding a glass of spiced rum.

Karkas sniffs at his spiced rum.

Speaking amusedly to Xanthium, Cruxophim suggests, "This seems you."

Cruxophim offers Xanthium a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

Xanthium grins at Cruxophim.

Xanthium accepts Cruxophim's ginger-peach cocktail.

(Karkas holds his pinky straight up as he sips his rum.)

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "I wouldn't know.  Despite the stereotype about singers I don't often imbibe.  But I'll be a sport."

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.

You say, "This is only my third drink tonight."

Cruxophim offers Mnar a tumbler of sloe gin garnished with a lime slice and a cherry.

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Yar quiet alla time now, lubber... I'm startin ta miss yar banter."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium asks, "Do you want to feed your kitty?"

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Mnar.

Mnar says, "I'm seeing if she wants to come in."

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "You should feed her."

Mnar says, "She doesn't like strange buildings."

Thrassus says, "Animals won't enter this tavern for some reason."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "Someone asked me if I wanted to trap lobsters with them earlier, now looking at the bar I guess it wasn't a euphemism."

Xanthium glances at a carved teak bar.

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "This is good."

Cruxophim nods eagerly at Xanthium.

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Ya should feed 'er that fat fellar thar."

Karkas nods to the rotund broker.

Mnar glances at a coin-wielding rotund broker.

Speaking huskily to a coin-wielding rotund broker, Karkas says, "Ya should let tha' kitty eat yar leg li' it did mine."

Mnar says, "Clearly it was provoked."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I wonder if you even remember what actually happened to your leg at this point."

You snicker.

Xanthium nods at Karkas.

(Karkas pinky up, takes another staggering swig of his rum.)

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.

Cruxophim raises his human skull in a toast and proclaims:

    "To the curmudgeonly among us, may you drink in surly and judgmental silence!"

Speaking sternly to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Shark ate it."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I thought it was the kitty here."

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Tha one is talkin 'bout you."

Mnar snorts!

Mnar takes a drink from his sloe gin.
Mnar looks rather relaxed.

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Not THA' kitty."

Xanthium glances at Mnar.

Xanthium whispers, "He's awfully pretty."

Xanthium nods to you.

Xanthium whispers, "Both of them, really."

Oddly, you see Karkas attempting to lick himself.

Speaking affably to Xanthium, Cruxophim inquires, "So, how are the parentals?"

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "Mnar and Karkas?"

You scratch your head.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "On Teras murdering sirens."

Speaking bemusedly to Xanthium, Cruxophim notes, "Sounds about right."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "I'd ask about your own but you don't really look..."

You snicker.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium muses, "...born."

You chuckle at Xanthium.

Karkas huskily says, "All this talk a mardar."

Karkas huskily exclaims, "That's a serious charge!"

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.

You hopefully ask, "What about me? Don't I look like I was hewn from stone?"

You glance at Xanthium.

Karkas nods slowly to you.

Speaking to you, Mnar asks, "Found on a porch?"

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "Ya do, lass...a fine, ashy marble."

Karkas shivers.

You smile at Karkas.

You fidget.

Speaking pleasantly to you, Cruxophim asserts, "Chiselled, certainly."

Karkas agrees with Cruxophim.

Mnar is admiring you.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "You look young and sprightly."

Xanthium nods to you.

You say, "...yes."

Speaking to you, Xanthium asks, "Like me, no?"

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "Yes but more seasoned."

Mnar takes a drink from his sloe gin.

Karkas huskily says, "Li' she'd cut tha wang offa chicken jus ta watch it fly in carcles."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Marinated."

Speaking to Karkas, you ask, "...the what?"

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "...you are a few cocktails in."

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "Wang, yar."

Thrassus blinks at Karkas.

Karkas huskily says, "Flap, flap...wang."

You blink at Karkas.

Mnar says, "A rooster, you mean."

(Karkas makes overly exaggerated flapping motions with his arms.)

Cruxophim slips a hand to his ankle, deftly retrieving a black-veined jawbone dagger.

a gangly black-feathered rooster appears on the floor.

Cruxophim glances at a gangly black-feathered rooster.

Due to how lich interacts... or fails to interact... with the Wizard FE, I sometimes miss lines; I think that might have been the case here. Anyway, there's a rooster.

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Aye, a cock."

You say, "Right, like that."

You point at a gangly black-feathered rooster!

Cruxophim glances between Karkas and a gangly black-feathered rooster.

Mnar says, "This will end well."

A gangly black-feathered rooster spreads its wings and flaps them wildly but gets absolutely nowhere.

You grimace.

Cruxophim flashes a wide grin.

Karkas huskily exclaims, "If yar cuts its wang off it'll fly in carcles!!"

Cruxophim circles around a gangly black-feathered rooster in an overly exaggerated predatory manner, brandishing his jawbone dagger in mock threat it.

Karkas huskily exclaims, "Do yars not get it?!"

Thrassus says, "It's head, you mean."

Karkas huskily says, "Nar."

Xanthium says, "...wang...cut off."

Karkas huskily exclaims, "Its WANG!"

Xanthium nods once.

You say, "Uh..."

Karkas huskily says, "Flap flap, WANGS."

Cruxophim can offer Karkas only a blank expression.

Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.

You shift your weight.

Thrassus says, "I see."

Thrassus nods at Karkas.

Thrassus pours himself a glass of spiced rum.

Karkas huskily exclaims, "What they fly with!"

Mnar says, "They're delicious."

Karkas huskily exclaims, "Thar wangs!"

Karkas nods at Mnar.

You say, "Their wings."

Karkas huskily says, "The lubber's got it."

Karkas nods to you.

You say, "Wings."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Aren't you lubberly."

Xanthium kisses you on the cheek.

You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.

You smile at Xanthium.

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "WANGS."

You say, "Well I knew that."

You ask, "Because why would it fly around in circles if you cut its cock off?"

Mnar coughs.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Especially now that you're not covered in blood.  And you look all pink and flushed."

Xanthium nods to you.

Xanthium glances at Mnar.

Karkas blinks at you.

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "Well now, lass...ain' no need ta be talkin bouts cuttin THOSE off."

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar says, "Rather cruel of her."

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "It's your fault."

A gangly black-feathered rooster spreads its wings and flaps them wildly but gets absolutely nowhere.

You glance sternly at a gangly black-feathered rooster.

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas exclaims, "I'm talkin abouts thar wang and yar talkin about cocks!"

Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "Yes, but. I feel you started it."

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar says, "Not the first time, either."

You say, "By not enunciating."

Thrassus pinches himself hard.

You glance at Mnar.

You mumble something under your breath.

Karkas huskily exclaims, "Yar scarin tha farty two hells outta me now!"

Wide-eyed, Karkas flinches away from you and makes several quiet, nervous barks.

You bite your lip.

Speaking slowly to Karkas, Cruxophim mouths, "The ~what hells?"

Mnar says, "That's a, uh, traditional Krol saying."

Speaking slowly to Cruxophim, Karkas says, "FARTY an' TWO."

Karkas huskily says, "Farty two."

(Karkas holds up seven fingers.)

Karkas huskily says, "Farty two."

Thrassus takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Thrassus looks rather relaxed.

Thrassus takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Thrassus looks rather relaxed.

Thrassus takes a drink from his spiced rum.

(Juspera is now biting both lips between her teeth.)

Mnar takes a drink from his sloe gin.

Karkas belches.

a white-tailed silvery grey goat appears on the floor.

You say, "Uh."

You glance at a white-tailed silvery grey goat.

(Karkas repositions his pinky upward.)

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks rather relaxed.

Speaking dubiously to you, Cruxophim ventures, "No?"

Speaking to Cruxophim, you say, "Yes."

Xanthium snickers.

You say, "Wait, where'd it go."

You say, "Goat is good."

Karkas licks his lips.

Karkas winks at you.

a white-tailed silvery grey goat appears on the floor.

The goat moves out of Cruxophim's reach before he can touch it.

You say, "Goat from nowhere."

Cruxophim flexes his fingers and extends them toward a white-tailed silvery grey goat as if to tickle it, but then shakes his head at the last minute and pulls his hand back.

(Juspera gropes along the bar blindly.)

You pour yourself a glass of spiced rum.

The goat moves out of Cruxophim's reach before he can touch it.

Mnar asks, "Is it just one goat, or can you summon several?"

Cruxophim spreads his blood red-veined deep black wings wide and fans them at the goat in a clear attempt at intimidation.

You say, "Summon one on top of the other one."

You say, "Make the goat ride the other goat."

Karkas huskily says, "If ya see a harny goat, best go tha othar way, befar he gets ta rammin."

Xanthium says, "Summon another and lash it onto a chariot."

Cruxophim amusedly warns, "There's a limit to breaking spacial barriers."

Speaking huskily to Cruxophim, Karkas says, "That's what ma ol' marm used ta say when I was a lad."

Cruxophim lifts his jawbone dagger toward the ceiling.  As he utters a single, sharp phrase invoking the Shadows, a bloody silvery grey goat corpse twitches rapidly, then explodes, sending little bits of gore everywhere.

Karkas huskily says, "Never back up ta a harny goat."

Karkas nods.

Xanthium gazes thoughtfully at a carved teak bar.

Xanthium pours herself a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

Xanthium sniffs at her ginger-peach cocktail.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Mnar says, "We're eating here."

Thrassus takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Thrassus looks rather relaxed.

Speaking to Thrassus, you say, "You look relaxed."

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "They'll ram yar in the arse."

You ponder the meaning of Karkas's existence.

(Juspera opens her mouth, then closes it again.)

Thrassus says, "It's either that or burning things down."

Xanthium flashes a quick grin at Thrassus.

You take a drink from your spiced rum.  A touch of clove and cinnamon, intermingled with the sharp tastes of mint and rum, assaults your palate.
You feel your nerves loosening as you begin to relax.
You have 2 quaffs left.

Cruxophim takes a drink from his ginger-peach cocktail.
Cruxophim looks rather relaxed.

Cruxophim takes a drink from his ginger-peach cocktail.

Cruxophim takes a drink from his ginger-peach cocktail.
Cruxophim looks rather relaxed.

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks rather relaxed.

Mnar asks, "So have any more ghosts been discovered?"

Speaking to Thrassus, Xanthium says, "Thanks for the alternative."

You say, "I saw a ghost today."

You say, "He was very nice."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "I got here just before you did.  They appeared to be a few drinks in."

Mnar says, "So it seems."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "Thus ends my update.  Oh, save for Juspera having a bruise that looks like Teras."

Mnar says, "No choice but to join them."

Mnar pours himself a glass of spiced rum.

Speaking huskily to Cruxophim, Karkas says, "I shur do."

Karkas huskily says, "Shurdew."

A coin-wielding rotund broker waves in your direction, yelling, "Have you had a chance to admire the landscape yet?  Truly remarkable!  Imagine the coin to be made when the population is booming!"

Speaking flirtatiously to a dusky blue-skinned half-krolvin, Cruxophim taunts, "See you later, good lookin'."

Karkas huskily says, "Tha was tha name a tha lass what ate ma leg off."

Speaking to a coin-wielding rotund broker, Mnar says, "You're delusional."

You glance skeptically at a coin-wielding rotund broker.

You blink at Karkas.

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks rather relaxed.

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "I thought you said it was a shark."

Xanthium grins at Karkas.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "You did."

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas exclaims, "She was!"

Mnar says, "Lass shark."

You say, "A shark lass."

Karkas huskily says, "Lubber gets it."

Mnar says, "Like a cutlass."

Speaking to Karkas, you ask, "Or do you mean a liss?"

Karkas peers quizzically at you.

You say, "Wait, that's not a word."

Karkas huskily asks, "A who?"

Karkas pours himself a glass of spiced rum.

Xanthium asks, "Lass shark?"

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium asks, "Oh, you mean like a predatory sort?"

Karkas huskily asks, "Is tha'.... SKIN?"

Mnar says, "That's a cougar."

You say, "I was thinking maybe he meant liss, because, you know, his accent."

You sigh wearily.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "I think that's related but different."

Speaking defensively to Karkas, Cruxophim mutters, "Who's askin'?"

Karkas huskily says, "Karrrrkas."

Karkas huskily says, "Me."

Karkas huskily says, "Whoevar tha may be."

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "Vocabulary lessons are extensive and perverse."

Xanthium nods at Mnar.

Mnar nods at Xanthium.

Thrassus asks, "Perverse?"

Cruxophim adopts an agreeable expression.

You scratch your head.

Speaking to Thrassus, Xanthium says, "It's important to recognize slang so there aren't misunderstandings."

You take a drink from your spiced rum.  A touch of clove and cinnamon, intermingled with the sharp tastes of mint and rum, assaults your palate.
You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state.
That was the last of it!

You say, "I'm very relaxed."

Mnar whispers, "Ask if he paints nudes."

Speaking to Cruxophim, you ask, "Do you paint nudes?"

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Never trarst a fat man wi' yar food."

You exclaim, "Mnar!"

You exclaim, "No!"

Cruxophim presses his paintbrush confidently against the easel's canvas using wide strokes.

Speaking amicably to you, Cruxophim mentions, "I can."

Speaking to Cruxophim, you say, "Mnar told me to ask that."

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Karkas.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I'll remember that, thanks."

Speaking amusedly to Mnar, Cruxophim ventures, "Would you like a nude?"

Mnar says, "I was asking for a friend."

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas exclaims, "Strip down, lubber!"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "We already have one in the bathroom."

Xanthium points at Mnar.

Speaking to Cruxophim, you say, "He wants a nude."

You say, "Not a painting."

Mnar takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Mnar looks rather relaxed.

Karkas huskily says, "Jus' watch yar wangs aroun tha' one."

Speaking slowly to Xanthium, Cruxophim ventures, "One of.... Mnars?"

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "No, we don't have Mnar himself in the bathrom, of course it's a painting."

Marijka just arrived.

Speaking slowly to Xanthium, Cruxophim ventures, "You have a nude of Mnar in your bathroom?"

Xanthium nods at Cruxophim.

Marijka glances between Cruxophim and Xanthium.

Speaking pleasantly to Marijka, Cruxophim greets, "Oh hello, stranger."

Speaking to Xanthium, you ask, "Wait, you have a nude of Mnar in the bathroom?"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "Mother brought it home."

Xanthium shrugs.

Speaking suspiciously to Cruxophim, Marijka asks, "Do I want to know?"

Xanthium smiles quietly to herself.

Xanthium folds her hands behind her back.

Mnar says, "I don't remember sitting for that."

Speaking slowly to Xanthium, Cruxophim mutters, "I feel this requires significantly more explanation than you're offering."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "Perhaps it was artistic license, then, rather than realism."

Xanthium appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas asks, "Now who be yar?"

Mnar says, "Must have been..."

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks rather relaxed.

You absently say, "You have to depict the wangs correctly."

Xanthium laughs!

Mnar worriedly says, "I assume."

Karkas huskily says, "Yar do, this is impartant stuffs."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "You should come over sometime and critique it, then."

Xanthium nods at Mnar.

Cruxophim flashes a wide grin.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Ya gots skin tha' looks li' sweet candies."

Mnar says, "That seems like an odd sort of decor."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium asks, "I'm not serious.  You don't blush, do you?"

Mnar says, "Of course not."

Speaking quickly to Xanthium, you say, "He does."

Mnar tilts his head up.

Xanthium shrugs.

Xanthium says, "Well, I tried."

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.

Marijka glances at Karkas.

Speaking curiously to Karkas, Marijka says, "I always thought it looked more like... you know... skin."

Mnar takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Mnar looks rather relaxed.

Speaking pleasantly to Marijka, Cruxophim admits, "In his defense, it does look delicious."

Cruxophim winks at Marijka and flashes a sly grin.

Mnar takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Mnar looks rather relaxed.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "If yar wanna be not creative abouts it, yar."

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Marijka teases, "Yes, but he hasn't earned the right to say such things out loud."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium asks, "Do you want to eat everyone you meet?"

Speaking cagily to Xanthium, Cruxophim answers, "No."

Cruxophim raises his performance portrait proudly, displaying it for you to see.

Painted at the top of the canvas, iridescent streamers rippled with shadows create suspended motion against the wood paneling of the elaborately depicted stage.  Bedecked in a whimsical witch costume, a dark elven female stands mid-stage, her arms outstretched toward a faceless audience in the foreground.  The model's mouth is agape, as if frozen either mid-song or mid-recitation.

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

You say, "Um."

You say, "That's very... fanciful."

Mnar applauds.

Karkas grins at Cruxophim.

Mnar says, "I could probably do better."

You glance sharply at Mnar.

Cruxophim amicably remarks, "Idle doodlings."

You exclaim, "Mnar!"

You say, "That's very rude."

Cruxophim flashes Mnar a toothy grin.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium asks, "You paint people?"

Mnar holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Speaking pleasantly to Mnar, Cruxophim requests, "Alright now, take yer clothes off?"

Mnar says, "I dabble."

Cruxophim offers Xanthium a dark elven performance portrait.

You glance at Xanthium.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Would you like it?  I can give it to Mother if you wish."

You quickly exclaim, "No!"

You say, "No no, you keep it."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "We can hang it next to Mnar in the bathroom."

You say, "It suits you."

You say, "...o.. kay..."

Juspera smiles painedly at Xanthium.

(Mnar tosses his cloak over his shoulder and strikes a dramatic pose.)

Speaking gently to you, Cruxophim explains, "I can certainly do a better one later, tis just a warm-up to gain familiarity with the subject.  And its-- her ~composition."

Mnar says, "Wait."

Mnar drops a glass of spiced rum.

Mnar slings a slate grey madrinol bone greatbow off from over his shoulder.

You chuckle at Mnar.

Cruxophim gazes with interest at a small stretched skin easel with a sinew-lashed bone frame.

Mnar says, "Okay, uh, make it look as though I'm leaping through the air, bow drawn and ready to fire."

Mnar says, "Here."

Mnar removes a single icy blue arrow from a bundle of icy blue arrows.

Mnar starts jumping around like a twelve-year-old.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Yar shoulds try a nice drink."

You gaze with interest at Mnar.

Marijka pours herself a glass of spiced rum.

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka says, "I agree."

Marijka takes a drink from her spiced rum.
Marijka looks rather relaxed.

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks quite relaxed.

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.

Speaking affably to Marijka, Cruxophim inquires, "So what brings you to these miserable shores?"

Cruxophim chuckles.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Well now, yar heres an' other falks seems ta knows yar..."

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "I'm Karkas..."

Speaking rhetorically to Cruxophim, Marijka asks, "What motivates me to do anything I ever do?"

Speaking to Marijka, you ask, "...money?"

Mnar says, "Remember, heroic."

(Karkas glances at his empty hands in amazement.)

Karkas picks up a glass of spiced rum.

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka introduces, "I'm Marijka."

Speaking cagily to Marijka, Cruxophim remarks, "I have some ... theories."

Cruxophim gives Mnar a sidelong glance and curls his lips into a lascivious leer.

A coin-wielding rotund broker waves in your direction, yelling, "Have you had a chance to admire the landscape yet?  Truly remarkable!  Imagine the coin to be made when the population is booming!"

Speaking flatly to a coin-wielding rotund broker, you say, "I have had a chance to admire the landscape. Thank you."

Speaking to you, Marijka admits, "Money's nice.  Not my primary motivator, though."

Karkas huskily says, "These glasses are gettin smallar."

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "A far pleasure ta be makin yar acquaintanceship."

Karkas pours himself a glass of spiced rum.

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks quite relaxed.

Speaking mildly to Karkas, Marijka says, "You seem far too consumed by that pleasure."

You move to stand behind Cruxophim.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Farteen bottles a day keeps tha scarvy away."

Karkas winks at Marijka.

Speaking to you, Mnar asks, "Does it look heroic yet?"

Karkas takes a drink from his spiced rum.
Karkas looks quite relaxed.

Cruxophim winks at you and flashes a sly grin.

You mouth, "Farteen..."

Karkas nods in agreement to you.

Speaking to Mnar, you say, "It's excessively heroic."

Karkas huskily says, "Exactly farteen."

Mnar exclaims, "No such thing!"

Xanthium chuckles.

Karkas shows you a glass of spiced rum, which he is holding in his right hand.  You see nothing unusual.

(Cruxophim eyes up the rotund broker hungrily, as if sizing up a piece of meat.)

You fidget.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium asks, "Are you putting his kitty in, too?"

Cruxophim blinks at Xanthium.

Speaking to Marijka, you say, "You should try the uh."

Cruxophim can offer Xanthium only a blank expression.

Speaking to Marijka, you say, "The..."

On the teak bar:
other (16): some vanilla punch bowl cake, a tumbler of sloe gin garnished with a lime slice and a cherry, a bowl of hearty clam chowder, a cup of hazelnut coffee, a fried apricot dumpling, a segment of roasted eel, a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger, a few golden brown hushpuppies, some orange and sesame shrimp over noodles, some banana leaf-wrapped prawns on a bed of minced peppers, a slice of fermented sea pineapple (2), a glass of spiced rum, a bowl of spicy lobster soup, a tankard of murky brown stout, a rolled coconut-pandan waffle.
Great Lord Nazarr just arrived.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "...his cat.  Outside."

Xanthium grins at Cruxophim.

(Juspera taps the hushpuppies, a confused look on her face.)

Thrassus whispers, "Shrimp with noodles."

You quickly say, "Shrimp with noodles."

Speaking to you, Mnar says, "Fried cornbread balls."

You mumble something under your breath.

Cruxophim raises his half-elven male portrait proudly, displaying it for you to see.

Sprawled out across a chaise is the reclined image of a half-elven male, his blue-grey eyes turned outward in a sultry gaze.  Painted across the canvas backdrop are rows of stark white candles with brilliant yellow-orange flames, the light reflected perfectly in the model's eyes.

Cruxophim offers you a sultry half-elven male portrait.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Cruxophim bats his eyelashes.

You quietly whisper to Thrassus, "Thanks."

Marijka helps herself to a few golden brown hushpuppies.

You accept Cruxophim's offer and are now holding a sultry half-elven male portrait.

Mnar says, "Uhm."

You say, "Um."

You snicker.

Speaking to you, Marijka agrees, "They do look better than the rotten pineapple."

A coin-wielding rotund broker waves in your direction, yelling, "Have you had a chance to admire the landscape yet?  Truly remarkable!  Imagine the coin to be made when the population is booming!"

You glower darkly at a coin-wielding rotund broker.

You turn around.

Speaking loudly to a coin-wielding rotund broker, Cruxophim protests, "WE GET IT!"

Cruxophim raises his hands toward the sky in surrender!

Speaking to Cruxophim, Mnar asks, "I'm, uh... did you see the bow?"

Mnar taps a slate grey madrinol bone greatbow, which is in his left hand.

Mnar looks closely at your half-elven male portrait.

You nod slowly at Mnar.

Cruxophim flashes Mnar a toothy grin.

Speaking quietly to herself, Marijka murmurs, "Imagine the coin to be made when the population is decreased by one annoying broker."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium asks, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather just be naked?"

Cruxophim turns his stretched skin easel to face Karkas.

Karkas wobbles slightly, trying to keep his balance on a salt-stained driftwood pegleg.

Xanthium shrugs at Mnar.

Speaking knowingly to Mnar, you say, "The bow's in there."

Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter at you.

Karkas strikes a painting-perfect pose for Cruxophim!

Karkas inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.

Mnar says, "I just feel, like, the artist took some liberties."

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "Mnar's portrait looks like a still from a 80s music video."

Thrassus smiles quietly to himself.

Speaking to Mnar, you say, "Let's try this."

You turn over your half-elven male portrait.

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "Hahahahaha."

You show Mnar your half-elven male portrait.

Speaking to Mnar, you ask, "Any better upside down?"

Mnar says, "...no."

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "That's how that do it in thar jungles."

Karkas huskily says, "Upside down...from thar vines."

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "They..."

You blink.

Karkas huskily says, "Pose."

You say, "That seems exhausting."

Mnar says, "And dangerous."

You say, "Exhausterous."

Karkas huskily says, "I seened it right befar they ate my leg off."

You blink at Karkas.

You ask, "The sharks?"

Mnar says, "Always back to the leg."

Karkas nods in agreement to you.

Speaking to you, Xanthium asks, "I'm a wee bit tired myself.  Is this a good place to stay the night?"

Karkas huskily says, "Them too."

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "There's a mildewy inn next door."

Mnar says, "I think this is, in fact, a terrible place to spend the night."

Thrassus says, "That inn is adequate."

Speaking to Mnar, Marijka suggests, "If you drink yourself into a stupor, you won't notice the terribleness as you slump to the floor."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "At least there's food and more of this fruit juice."

Xanthium shrugs at Mnar.

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.

You grin.

Mnar says, "Oh it's a fine inn, except for the silvery mist that comes every few minutes and eats part of your life essence."

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Tha's just the mist off tha ocean."

Mnar says, "But you know the inns in Whenimer's are a bit boisterous so really it's the same."

Thrassus says, "I find the mist comforting."

Thrassus shrugs.

You say, "They are."

You say, "Boisterous."

You nod at Mnar.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "You act like that's unusual for the world.  I live just outside the Graveyard back home, I bet I won't even notice."

Speaking to Thrassus, Marijka says, "It's weird, creepy mist, so I'm not in the least surprised to hear you say that."

Reodin heads over to the Whelk Shell Table.

Thrassus says, "Well, it leaves my life force be."

Thrassus shrugs.

Thrassus says, "So I do not mind."

Speaking to Thrassus, you say, "You're lying."

Hoid just arrived.

Hoid heads over to the Whelk Shell Table.

Karkas huskily says, "Its jus a cool breeze far tha night."

Thrassus says, "I am not."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "He looks all right to me."

Xanthium shrugs at you.

You say, "Yeah but so do I."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "And I stare at Thrassus a lot."

Kaeredwyn just arrived.

Kaeredwyn heads over to the Whelk Shell Table.

Xanthium nods once to you.

You glance at some inviting tables.

You ask, "Are they having a party in there?"

Mnar says, "Fine. You stay here tonight, and we'll put up the missing posters in the morning."

Cruxophim flashes Mnar a toothy grin.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "You will not, that's too much work."

Xanthium grins at Mnar.

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas asks, "Who's missin?"

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "You know, we can find you someone better."

Speaking idly to Thrassus, Marijka says, "The last time I had a good conversation with you, I think you were playing scribe for me at the Temple of Koar.  It's been awhile.  That was a good time, though."

Speaking to Marijka, you say, "Thrassus is a very good assistant."

Xanthium whispers, "Oh, he doesn't want me, anyway.  I'm too young."

Xanthium nods to you.

Xanthium glances at Thrassus.

Xanthium shrugs.

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "He doesn't?"

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "Well he should broaden his horizons."

Xanthium leans over and whispers, "He thinks I'm a baby."

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "I am offended on your behalf."

Speaking to you, Marijka agrees, "Oh, yes.  His... scribing... was impeccable."

Speaking to Marijka, Thrassus says, "I am glad you found my service adequate."

Xanthium whispers, "What about Mnar?  Are you done with him yet?"

You nod at Xanthium.

Xanthium glances between Mnar and yourself.

Xanthium grins at you.

You quietly whisper to Xanthium, "Yes, you can have him."

Mnar furrows his brow.

Speaking absently to Marijka, Cruxophim interjects, "Sorry, what?"

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "If you put up a poster, I'm six foot seven.  Get my eyes right, too."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "Or I'll come back and haunt you."

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "You're not six foot seven."

Mnar says, "You are not six foot seven."

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "You are at least six foot nine."

You tilt your head up.

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "Well she ain far foot two."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "I am so.  I mean, at the moment I'm sitting, so no."

Marijka strikes a painting-perfect pose for Cruxophim!

Cruxophim dabs the bristles of his paintbrush against his easel's palette and begins to paint.

You take a drink from your hearty clam chowder.  The dissolving chunks of potato lend an extra thickness to the chowder, and the chopped bits of clams and celery mix well in every bite.
You have one quaff left.

(Juspera chews the bits of clam audibly.)

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "So get it right, on my wanted poster."

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "I should totally revamp that painting of Mnar to be even more glam, heh."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "I mean missing poster."

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas asks, "How yar gets yar fingars tha color?"

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka echoes, "My fingers?"

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas asks, "Tha nails, I s'pose tha's some kinda paint?"

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "Make him look like a new member of Def Leppard."

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "Can I cut off his arm and snack on it?"

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "...too soon?"

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka emphasizes, "My finger nails."

You pour yourself a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Yar, thems."

You accept Mnar's offer and are now holding a glass of spiced rum.

(Mnar points at Juspera's cocktail, then makes a 'gimme' motion with his fingers.)

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka says, "It's a thing you can buy."

(Juspera glances at the slivers of candied ginger lining the cocktail.)

>lick my cock
You lick your ginger-peach cocktail.

>give cock to mnar
You offer your ginger-peach cocktail to Mnar, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Mnar rolls his eyes.

Mnar has accepted your offer and is now holding a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

You whisper, "Sorry, I had to." to your group.

Marijka adds, "Paint, of a sort."

Karkas huskily says, "I see."

Mnar takes a drink from his ginger-peach cocktail.

Xanthium nods at Mnar.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "See?  It's tasty."

Mnar nods at Xanthium.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas asks, "Think i needs tha on ma fingars?"

Karkas wiggles his fingers.

Karkas inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.

Speaking to Karkas, Marijka says, "I'm not certain that shade would suit you."

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar says, "They're essential for the modern male."

Xanthium pours a few drops of perfume from her fiery amber bulb on herself.

Speaking to Xanthium, you ask, "Hey can I see that?"

Karkas huskily says, "I'm receivin mix't messages."

Xanthium removes a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb from in her dark suede cloak.

Karkas glances between Marijka and Mnar.

Xanthium offers you a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Xanthium's offer and are now holding a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb.

Xanthium says, "Sure."

You sniff delicately at the fiery amber bulb, and detect the faint scent of almond oil and plum blossom with fiery cinnamon amber undertones.

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar asks, "Well, who do you trust more?"

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "That's really good."

Mnar asks, "Isn't it?"

On second thought, that doesn't sound like such a good idea.  There's no telling what might happen if you pour your bulb into the rum.

(Juspera puts a couple drops from the amber bulb into the rum.)

You offer your fiery amber bulb to Xanthium, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas asks, "Parhaps somethin in a black are a deep ocean blue?"

Speaking helpfully to Karkas, Cruxophim suggests, "Dip your fingers in something caustic, they'll turn a lovely shade."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "I wouldn't drink it..."

Xanthium has accepted your offer and is now holding a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb.

You take a drink from your spiced rum.  A touch of clove and cinnamon, intermingled with the sharp tastes of mint and rum, assaults your palate.
You have 4 quaffs left.

You ponder.

Mnar gawks at you.

You say, "They both taste like cinnamon."

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Likely tha shart tempered lass."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium asks, "What...kind of temper?"

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar asks, "But wasn't it a lass that bit your leg off?"

You say, "It was a shirk."

Karkas looks over at Mnar and shakes his head.

You say, "Shark."

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking huskily to Mnar, Karkas says, "Twas a shark, lubber."

Mnar says, "Aye, a sharklasss."

Cruxophim raises his half-elven portrait proudly, displaying it for you to see.

Muted golds and browns swirl and blend to create a modest backdrop for an enormous gold-inlaid throne set centrally on the canvas, a half-elven woman seated regally upon the seat.  Incredible detail of a mithglin half-plate has been flawlessly reproduced, giving the wardrobe an exceptional realistic appearance.  Faded images of notable warriors from history adorn the background, and a framed map of Elanthia has been positioned to the right of the model.

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "And a SHART tempered one."

You say, "Sharklass."

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Not tall."

Karkas huskily says, "Shart."

Marijka accepts Cruxophim's half-elven portrait.

(OOC) Cruxophim's player whispers to the group, "#LifeGoals."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Ah-ha."

Speaking to Marijka, you say, "Oh that's very nice."

Marijka grins slowly.

(OOC) You whisper, "I am dying." to your group.

Speaking approvingly to Cruxophim, Marijka says, "I like the throne."

Speaking to Karkas, you ask, "A what?"

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas asks, "A who?"

Karkas blinks at you.

You ask, "What?"

Karkas huskily asks, "Whar?"

Xanthium strikes a painting-perfect pose for Cruxophim!

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "Make sure you get my eyes right, too.  And no bruises shaped like islands or eels."

Karkas huskily says, "Tis tha time far ol' salts ta bed down far tha night."

You nod at Karkas.

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "It was nice seeing you again."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I only understood about half of that."

Speaking huskily to you, Karkas says, "I got potatas."

Karkas nods to you.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Sweet dreams of sharts.  I mean, sharks."

Karkas catches your eye, smiles slowly, and begins flirting with you.

You fidget.

Speaking to Karkas, Mnar says, "Watch out for the sharkbugs."

Karkas huskily asks, "How da ya dreams o sharts?"

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I have no idea."

Karkas huskily asks, "Li' shart people?"

You bite your lip.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "..sure."

Karkas furrows his brow.

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "Dying here."

(OOC) You whisper, "Yeah, I'm in danger of hurling again." to your group.

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "Laughing so much I scared the cat."

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas asks, "What da ya mean? Shart fellars?"

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas asks, "Ar shart chickens wi' thar little wangs?"

Karkas peers quizzically at Xanthium.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Yes, shart fellars.  So you can...keep them away from your wangs."

Mnar says, "Their delicate, feathery wangs."

Speaking slowly to Karkas, Cruxophim agrees, "Stay away from my wangs."

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Cruxophim idly flicks his blood red-veined deep black wings for a few moments and sleekly rests them against his back.

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "The perty pointy ear pokin fun a' tha poor ol' half breed."

Karkas huskily says, "I sees how it is."

Karkas nods in agreement at Cruxophim.

You say, "No, no --"

You try to pull Karkas towards you.

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "I'm a half breed, too.  Well, three quarters."

Speaking huskily to Cruxophim, Karkas says, "Yar wangs got no meat on em."

Speaking to Karkas, you say, "We admire your accent. It's very regal."

Mnar says, "It's so authentic."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "By most legal systems in the world I'm a hathlyn."

Xanthium folds her hands behind her back.

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Bless yar."

Karkas huskily asks, "Da yar need a tissue?"

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Not yet."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Perhaps if the sharts get up to mischief again."

Karkas huskily exclaims, "I'm jus yankin yar harnies!"

Karkas waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Karkas holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Xanthium says, "...harnies..."

Speaking to Mnar, you say, "It is very authentic."

You say, "Arthentic."

Cruxophim raises his female portrait proudly, displaying it for you to see.

Pools of deep copper dappled with puffs of cream-colored paint spill across a dark-paneled wooden floor. With her foot raised against a short stool, a white blonde-haired woman holds a porcelain teacup outstretched in a toast, a wide drunken grin plastered across her face.

Speaking to Thrassus, Xanthium whispers aloud, "What's a harnie?"

Cruxophim offers Xanthium a drunken female portrait.

Speaking huskily to Xanthium, Karkas says, "Li' the wee goats.. harny."

Karkas huskily says, "Harns."

You mouth, "Harny."

(Karkas pokes his fingers up from either side of his head.)

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium says, "I'm not that soused.  This woman nearly has her face in her cup."

You glance at Xanthium.

You ask, "Who?"

Speaking to Xanthium, Mnar says, "License."

Xanthium shows you a drunken female portrait, which she is holding in her right hand.  Pools of deep copper dappled with puffs of cream-colored paint spill across a dark-paneled wooden floor. With her foot raised against a short stool, a white blonde-haired woman holds a porcelain teacup outstretched in a toast, a wide drunken grin plastered across her face.
There appears to be something written on it.

You lean forward.

You nod at Xanthium.

Karkas huskily says, "Arkay arkay arkay...I gotta go ta bed."

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "My license looks pretty good, then."

Xanthium flashes a quick grin at Mnar.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "That is the image you should strive to live up to."

Speaking to Karkas, Xanthium says, "Good night."

Speaking lightly to Karkas, Cruxophim wishes, "Night, sharty."

Speaking huskily to Marijka, Karkas says, "Til nex' we meet, sweet skin."

Karkas tries to catch Marijka's eye, but she doesn't seem very interested.

Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.

Karkas huskily exclaims, "Farty far!"

Karkas just left.

You bite your lip.

You say, "Well. He is a... character."

Xanthium snickers.

Cruxophim nods slowly to you.

Xanthium says, "...aren't we all."

You say, "I'm not."

You take a drink from your spiced rum.
You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state.
That was the last of it!

Marijka suggests, "You could be."

Marijka glances at you.

You ask, "I could be a character?"

You ask, "Are you going to write a book?"

Speaking to you, Mnar says, "You could be a protagonist."

Speaking lightly to Marijka, Cruxophim encourages, "Oh, please do."

Speaking thoughtfully to you, Marijka says, "I'm not a writer, but I do take part in stories sometimes."

You say, "I could be a propagandist."

You nod at Marijka.

Speaking to you, Thrassus says, "You'd make an interesting propagandist, indeed."

Thrassus nods in agreement.

Speaking thoughtfully to Thrassus, Marijka says, "Do you remember that Hunter's Manifesto back when the Spirit of Rone was trying so badly to terrorize the Landing?  I wonder what our propagandist here would think of that."

Speaking fondly to Marijka, Cruxophim muses, "Ahhh, Rone.  Those were the days."

Speaking to Marijka, Thrassus says, "She'd find it interesting reading."

You say, "Hey."

Speaking to Marijka, you say, "Okay, but wait a second."

Speaking to Marijka, you ask, "Do you see this bruise on my neck?"

Cruxophim snickers at a small blood red parchment that reads, "Mayor Cruxophim.  Death by Rone.  Fashanos. 5118.".

Marijka glances at you.

You say, "I have a bruise that looks just like Teras Isle."

Cruxophim raises his fisherman portrait proudly, displaying it for you to see.

An enormous rainbow trout colored in brilliant hues from magenta to sunflower yellow dangles on the end of a mithril fishing rod held by a dark elven male, his flat black eyes fixed on the sapphire blue waters of the picturesque lake in the background.  A small wooden spit perched over a smoldering fire is positioned next to the model, the burning flames awaiting an incoming feast.

Thrassus accepts Cruxophim's fisherman portrait.

Thrassus adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Thrassus, you say, "Thrassus, that's so manly."

Speaking quietly to Cruxophim, Xanthium suggests, "If you do start a series of nudes..."

Xanthium glances between Thrassus and Cruxophim.

Xanthium shrugs.

Speaking sweetly to Xanthium, Cruxophim implies, "Nudes cost... extra."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Your neck is still sore-looking."

(Juspera tries to look at her neck, drunkenly.)

Speaking to Cruxophim, Xanthium asks, "I think you've gotten paid and then some, haven't you?"

Xanthium grins at Cruxophim.

Speaking innocently to Xanthium, Cruxophim wonders, "Have I?"

Mnar asks, "How much more than zero?"

You say, "Everything is much more than zero."

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "I'd tend to agree."

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.  Each of the hushpuppies is a misshapen golden brown ball of cornmeal and flour, seasoned lightly with salt, pepper, and finely minced onions.  While the exterior is quite crunchy, the inside is moist and tender.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.

Mnar squints at you.

You defensively say, "I only have one left."

Speaking to you, Mnar says, "That's now how you eat those."

You exclaim, "I'm savoring it!"

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.  Light and fried to a rich golden brown, the hushpuppies are perfectly salted and seasoned with a light oniony flavor.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "That doesn't look like savoring."

Speaking dryly to you, Marijka admonishes, "They will make you more, I'm certain of it."

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.  Each of the hushpuppies is a misshapen golden brown ball of cornmeal and flour, seasoned lightly with salt, pepper, and finely minced onions.  While the exterior is quite crunchy, the inside is moist and tender.

You turn over your golden brown hushpuppies.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.  Each of the hushpuppies is a misshapen golden brown ball of cornmeal and flour, seasoned lightly with salt, pepper, and finely minced onions.  While the exterior is quite crunchy, the inside is moist and tender.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.  Light and fried to a rich golden brown, the hushpuppies are perfectly salted and seasoned with a light oniony flavor.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.

You lick your golden brown hushpuppies.

Mnar pokes you in the ribs.

You take a bite of your golden brown hushpuppies.  Each of the hushpuppies is a misshapen golden brown ball of cornmeal and flour, seasoned lightly with salt, pepper, and finely minced onions.  While the exterior is quite crunchy, the inside is moist and tender.
That was the last of it!

(OOC) Marijka's player whispers to the group, "Soon we will be able to answer the age-old question: How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a hushpuppy?"

(OOC) Xanthium's player whispers to the group, "I don't think I've ever had that question."

Xanthium pours herself a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

Xanthium takes a drink from her ginger-peach cocktail.
Xanthium looks rather relaxed.

You nod slowly at Xanthium.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "You should try the ginger on the edge."

Speaking to you, Xanthium asks, "I should lick it, you think?"

Xanthium licks her ginger-peach cocktail.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "Suck on it."

Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "Go on, it's good."

Mnar shrugs at Xanthium.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "It tastes like candy."

(Xanthium stares at Juspera with barely a quirk on her lips, and then purses them over the glass' rim, and sucks a little of the concoction and the candied ginger.)

You nod approvingly at Xanthium.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "Mm.  Quite tart."

Mnar applauds Xanthium.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "See? Savoring."

You nod.

Mnar removes an aquamarine gem from in his Dhe'nari scout cloak.

Mnar offers Xanthium an aquamarine gem.

Xanthium accepts Mnar's aquamarine gem.

Xanthium glances at Mnar.

Xanthium asks, "Are you giving me rocks for a reason?"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Mnar says, "Tip."

Cruxophim nods slowly at Mnar.

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking to Mnar, Xanthium says, "The first one's free."

Xanthium offers Mnar an aquamarine gem.

You ask, "Where did my drink go?"

Speaking to you, Mnar exclaims, "Vanished!"

You lightly pat the teak bar.

You lightly pat the teak bar.

You pour yourself a bright orange ginger-peach cocktail rimmed in slivers of candied ginger.

Thrassus says, "Well, this evening has been entertaining im multiple ways, but I believe I must take my rest."

Speaking to Thrassus, Xanthium says, "Me, too."

Mnar says, "I think I'm not far behind."

You say, "Well maybe I should go to bed too then."

Speaking to you, Marijka says, "Careful.  Cruxophim has plans for you for tonight."

You ask, "...like what?"

Speaking vaguely to you, Marijka says, "It's a bit of a story."

You ask, "Oh a story?"

You ask, "Like a bedtime story?"

Marijka adds, "Much expanation involved."

Marijka nods slowly at Cruxophim.

Marijka agrees, "A bedroom story."

Speaking lewdly to you, Cruxophim purrs, "Oh, very much a bedtime story."

Speaking affably to Marijka, Cruxophim echoes, "Bedroom, yes."

You blink.

You ask, "A bedroom story?"

Marijka nods.

Marijka firmly asserts, "Bedroom."

You say, "Uh."

You glance at Mnar.

Mnar asks, "Is this, uh, suitable for public telling?"

Speaking to Mnar, Marijka says, "No, you can't come."

You quickly say, "I need to go."

Speaking to you, Marijka teases, "To bed?"

You fidget.

You say, "Yes."

You pick idly at a suede-cushioned stool.

Speaking to you, Marijka suggests, "You're looking a bit wobbly there.  Would you like an escort?"

You say, "Um."

Mnar says, "No, no, she's fine."

You say, "That's what Mnar's for."

Mnar nods at Marijka.

Mnar nods to you.

Speaking brightly to Mnar, Marijka exclaims, "Oh, THAT"s what you're for!"

You lightly pat the teak bar.

Marijka adds, "I'd wondered."

Mnar clears his throat.

Mnar says, "I'm very versatile."

You absently say, "...that is what he is for..."

You lightly pat the teak bar.

Mnar says, "So! Enjoy your evening."

Speaking pleasantly to you, Marijka says, "Well then, I hope he serves you well.  Try not to stumble over your feet."

Mnar nods.

You nod once.

Mnar nods to you.

You hang your head.

[Hearthstone, Front Porch - 477]
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet.  As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away.  Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor.  You also see the porch steps, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a doorman and a purple modwir bin.
Also here: Elphieya who is sitting
Obvious paths: none

You curtsy to Elphieya.

Elphieya fans her jade green wings at you, stirring the air into a small, focused breeze that swirls about you.

Speaking abruptly to Elphieya, you say, "I might be drunk."

Elphieya blinks.

Speaking tentatively to you, Elphieya asks, "Oh?"

You ask, "Where is Mnar?"

Elphieya glances around the area.

Mnar just arrived.

You snap your fingers.

You point at Mnar.

Speaking vaguely to you, Elphieya says, "Right there."

Mnar flails his arms about.

Mnar joins your group.

Speaking quietly to Mnar, Elphieya asks, "Did you get her drunk?"

You nod slowly at Elphieya.

Mnar looks over at Elphieya and shakes his head.

Mnar says, "She did that all by herself."

You nod at Elphieya.

Elphieya glances between Mnar and yourself.

Speaking accusingly to Mnar, you say, "You gave me a drink."

Elphieya lightly says, "Seems you two disagree on that."

Mnar exclaims, "A drink! Out of, like, seven!"

You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.

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