*** How to become an Asgoth Warrior ***
*** took place about Dec. '98 ***
*
* One day Tureg approached Isabeau and asked to tell her
* about a strange dream he had. After listening to the first
* few words Isabeau called for Corgan, leader of the Asgoths,
* to meet in Crw-somethings Pub in Tortoise.
> Corgan nods slightly to Tureg.
Corgan says in xyllic: be greeted, Tureg
Corgan looks at Tureg.
Tureg bows slightly to Corgan.
Tureg says in xyllic: greetings Corgan.
Corgan sits down at your table.
Corgan slowly stretches his tired body.
You say to Tureg in xyllic: I thought maybe Corgan has an interest to listen
to your story as well...
> You smile friendly.
> Corgan analyses 13 grentaals and four floans.
Corgan puts 13 grentaals and four floans into the herbbag.
Tureg raises his eybrow.
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Tureg says in xyllic: Sure, why not.
Corgan says in xyllic: hmm.. story?
You ask Tureg in xyllic: Or did you want to tell it to me in special?
> You smirk.
> Corgan rubs his chin slightly.
Tureg smiles slightly.
Corgan concentrates on his necklace, it glows radiantly.
Tureg says in xyllic: No...if u trust Corgan.
You laugh.
> You say in xyllic: if...
> Corgan laughs.
You say in xyllic: Let's say, I trust him with my life. I think that should
be enough
** Let's mention here that Isa and Corgan are a pair since a while...
> Corgan nudges you.
You smile slightly.
> Tureg sits down at your table.
Tureg nods slightly.
Corgan smiles seriously at you.
Tureg says in xyllic: thats enuff.
You smile at Corgan.
> Corgan smirks slightly.
Tureg says in xyllic: O.k ...should I start at the beginning?
Corgan says in xyllic: wouldn't be too bad .
You say in xyllic: if you don't mind?
> Tureg says in xyllic: cos...I already told some pieces...
Corgan looks at the eagle-helmet.
Corgan says in xyllic: just start at the beginning..
You say in xyllic: Tho you just came to the part with having a warm body to
spend the night with
> You grin innocently.
> Tureg laughs.
Corgan snickers slightly.
Tureg says in xyllic: Wanna hear that again?
Corgan says in xyllic: aha. hmm..
Tureg laughs.
You snicker.
> Corgan says in xyllic: dunno if i'm too interested in that..
Tureg slightly shakes his head in disagreement.
Corgan grins slightly.
You say in xyllic: Just go on ,)
> You emote: Isabeau looks at Corgan, a certain grin in her face.
> Tureg says in xyllic: well, i wandered around as usual, I have been a bard
then, when I came to a small village west of Razza city.
Corgan grins slightly at you.
Tureg says in xyllic: I visited the inn to earn some coins and the right to
sleep in the hay of the stables
Corgan turns over to Tureg with a serious look in his eyes again.
[Warriors of Asgoth] Isabeau: I think I should rather greet you as 'big
innocent hero' next time :P
> Tureg says in xyllic: I didnt feel good that day, so went to the stables
alone..
[Warriors of Asgoth] Corgan: *laugh* pah ;)
You emote: Isabeau shakes her head sadly and mutters something like: what a waste...
> Tureg says in xyllic: Somehow I felt strange the whole day, I was thinking
about my life til that point, and...
Corgan goes hmmmm.
Tureg says in xyllic: the first time I felt that something was missing...I
wondered where that feeling came from
[Warriors of Asgoth] Isabeau: everyone what he deserves - and you truly
deserve it ,)
> Tureg says in xyllic: and...the strangest thing was...that I felt somehow
watched...or observed the whole day..
You emote: Isabeau looks thoughtfully at Tureg.
> Tureg says in xyllic: as if somebody was near, but I couldnt see anybody..
[Warriors of Asgoth] Corgan: if you think so ;)
A white blue-haired male elf dances in.
The white blue-haired male elf looks at the list.
Tureg says in xyllic: as I lay down in the hay I thought it was the effect of
a party I had the night before..
Tureg looks at the white blue-haired male elf.
The white blue-haired male elf bows gracefully.
[Warriors of Asgoth] Isabeau: Until now I have no reason to think
different...*smiles innocently*
> The white blue-haired male elf sings in xyllic: greetings
White blue-haired male elf (spattered in gore).
Seemingly paying attention to nothing, a tall, slim male elf is here.
Well muscled, he has a build which shows him to be graceful and quite
adept at battle. Your gaze wanders to his ageless, handsome face, that
seems to be pale, but not quite and his long dark-blue hair which flows
with the wind. His lips are set in a calm smile, yet when you look up
into his light-grey eyes, like the color of the sky just after a storm,
you see a great anger and grief in them.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left
hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is normal and lean for an elf.
He looks fine.
He is in good shape.
He is somewhat alert.
He is wearing an axe belt (with an ornamented lochabar axe and a winged axe
sheathed inside), a black Gryphon earring, a black silver-patterned tunic,
two black wristbands, a forest-green cloth hood, two golden rings, a long
nightblack boots, a mailed left glove, a mailed right glove, a quiver and a
wiry amulet.
You guess he is wearing an a pair of tight black trousers, a combat mail, a
loose black shirt, a medium backpack, a pair of leg plates and a snake suit
additionally.
> Tureg stands up and leaves your table.
The white blue-haired male elf looks at you.
Tureg bows slightly.
Ok.
> Gry looks at Tureg.
Tureg says in xyllic: Greetings fair travveler.
Corgan looks at Gry.
You nod slightly to Gry.
> [Warriors of Asgoth] Isabeau: You know him?
> Corgan slightly raises his eyebrow at Gry.
[Warriors of Asgoth] Corgan: Aloen, shrike
You changed your memory to Aloen.
> Aloen smiles slightly at Corgan.
Aloen sings in xyllic: a problem?
[Warriors of Asgoth] Isabeau: shrike I supposed already...
> Corgan says to Aloen in xyllic: yes
> Tureg goes hmmmm.
Aloen twinkles his eyes interestedly.
Corgan says to Aloen in xyllic: you.. leave us alone.
Aloen sings in xyllic: and what may that be?
Aloen sings in xyllic: as far as I know, anyone may enter this pub
Corgan smirks slightly.
Aloen nods solemnly to Cairan.
You say in xyllic: Until now it was just a polite request
> Corgan says to Aloen in xyllic: you're just not anyone this day, bad luck for
you
Aloen sings in xyllic: I'm surprised. I always thought I was someone
Aloen sings in xyllic: guess I don't exist?
Corgan chuckles silently.
You say in xyllic: Must be your big day then today...
> You grin evilly at Aloen.
> Aloen grins amusedly at you.
Tureg sits down at your table.
Corgan sighs slightly.
Aloen sings in xyllic: well, I will be leaving you to your... umm...
You ask Aloen in xyllic: Would you please leave us alone, we want to have a
talk?
Corgan mentions in xyllic: conversation..
You emote: Isabeau looks at Corgan and hides a grin.
> Aloen bows gracefully.
Aloen skips out north.
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Corgan turns back to the table.
You mutter in xyllic: shrikes...
> Corgan nods slightly to you.
Tureg says in xyllic: ...so...
Tureg scratches his head.
Tureg says in xyllic: o.k....I went to tha stables, found the hay and lay
there...
Corgan smiles slightly at Tureg.
Corgan nods amusedly.
Tureg snaps his fingers.
You smirk.
> You say in xyllic: Lost your thoughts?
> You grin slightly.
> Corgan grins slightly.
Tureg says in xyllic: I felt asleep immediatly...
Corgan looks at the list.
Tureg says in xyllic: i had strange dreams that night....
> Corgan orders a round of bonebreaker for everyone !!
You get a bonebreaker.
You shiver slightly.
> Tureg says in xyllic: I was climbing up a mountain..a snow storm was raging
the lands..
You ask Corgan in xyllic: You think that helps? ,)
> Corgan looks at the little glass of bonebreaker.
Tureg thanks Corgan.
Corgan throws his head back and cackles gleefully!
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# Drinks: #
# Beer _________ 40 cc (Jean Paul pipi) #
# Wine _________ 60 cc (Schmafoulais) #
# Cider ________ 35 cc (de la Strongbow) #
# Enzian _______ 40 cc (d'Autriche) #
# Jaegermeister 50 cc (d'Allemange) #
# Liquor ________ 10 sc *(Creamy - for the Ladies) #
# Whisky ________ 20 sc *(feel the taste) #
# Jantonyx ______ 26 sc *(the famous drink) #
# Bonebreaker____ 30 sc *(Nothing for Newbies) #
# #
# * with a glass (so they can spend) #
# #
# Pour la petite appetite: #
# scrambled eggs__ 5 cc #
# Oven potatoes __ 10 cc #
# Adventurers meal 50 cc #
# #
# rations and waterskins available #
# If you want to spend a round of drinks #
# you can do that with 'spend '. #
# You can refill your methorn here. #
# #
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> Corgan says to you in xyllic: depends on a try, or ? ;)
You emote: Isabeau carefully sniffs at her glass and twitches her nose.
> Corgan smirks amusedly.
Tureg drinks from a little glass of bonebreaker.
Tureg falls unconscious.
** seems he'll have to work a bit more on his constitution to become
** a worthy warrior ;)
You say to Tureg in xyllic: Sorry, didn't want to interrupt you..please
continue :)
> Corgan says in xyllic: oops
You are in the rebuilt Crwban Pub. After the fire Cairan took over as the new
keeper and tried to rebuild it as it was before the big fire, he even managed
to get the mirror of the old pub.
There is one obvious exit: north.
A wooden box.
Cairan, Corgan is sitting at the massive wooden table in the center of the
room and Tureg (unconscious) is sitting at the massive wooden table in the
center of the room.
> Tureg wakes up.
Corgan looks at the little glass of bonebreaker.
You laugh.
> Corgan says in xyllic: oooeerrmmm..
Tureg grins slightly.
You say in xyllic: Wohoo
> You snicker wildly.
> Tureg says in xyllic: Hot stuff..
Corgan puts the little glass of bonebreaker back on the table and pushes it
slightly into the middle.
You say to Corgan in xyllic: There you got it, the final test for someone -
if anything has to be proven ,)
> Corgan laughs.
Tureg laughs.
You emote: Isabeau pushes the glass back to Corgan.
> Corgan gulps slightly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shhid...
You say in xyllic: No no, my dear - your turn now ,)
> Corgan coughs noisily.
Tureg tries to concentrate.
You say in xyllic: You spend it - and you won't tell us you are worse than
Tureg?
> You smile sweetly.
> Corgan says to you in xyllic: ladies first...
Tureg burps rudely.
You grin evilly.
> Corgan smiles gentleman-likely.
Tureg grins stupidly.
You say to Corgan in xyllic: Well...I have to admit, this time my trust in
you isn't as big as usual
> You grin evilly.
> Corgan watches little smoke clouds arising from the drink.
Corgan goes hmmmm.
You say to Corgan in xyllic: I could agree to do it on ex same time with
you...
> You smile cutely.
> Tureg doubles over and pukes.
You comfort Tureg.
> Tureg excuses himself for his rude behaviour.
Corgan looks concernedly at Tureg
You ask Tureg in xyllic: Didn't you say you have been a sage? I thought bards
are used to hard stuff?
> You twinkle your eyes slightly.
> Corgan says to you in xyllic: ok, same time, ex..
Corgan laughs.
Tureg laughs wildly.
You emote: Isabeau watches Corgan carefully.
> Corgan drinks from a little glass of bonebreaker.
You drink from a little glass of bonebreaker.
> Steam comes boiling out of your ears.
> Corgan has an expectational look in the eyes.
You cough noisily. Cover your mouth when you do that!
> Suddenly you feel very drunk.
** Really good stuff...
Tureg grins stupidly.
Corgan's eyes turn slowly even more red.
You emote: Isabeau gasps slightly, her face unnatural red.
> Corgan coughs noisily.
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Tureg laughs.
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
You slur in xyllic: i *hic*y...one more, and i'm in heaven...
> Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
You snicker.
> Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Corgan drops a waterskin (0l).
Tureg pats your shoulder.
Corgan buys a waterskin (1l).
Corgan drinks from a waterskin (1/2l).
Corgan coughs noisily.
Corgan's face turns purple and steam starts to boil out of his ears.
You emote: Isabeau watches Corgan and starts to laugh madly.
> Tureg laughs.
You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
Corgan is a black-haired red-eyed male human, presenting himself as:
Corgan, male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, left hand,
right hand, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wearing a black silken robe, a black wristband, a forest green cloak,
two golden rings, a greenish metal medallion, a linnen shadowy black belt,
a medium backpack, a pair of green elven boots and a silver wristband.
You guess he is wearing a black leather shirt, a long coat of mail, a pair
of black leather trousers and a snake suit additionally.
> Corgan says in xyllic: puh..
Tureg applauds.
Corgan says in xyllic: hard stuff..
Tureg hiccups.
You giggle drunkenly.
> Corgan asks in xyllic: another one?
** True warrior-spirit :)
Tureg slurs in xyllic: u shhould give shome do my horshe!
You weakly shake your head in disagreement.
> Corgan says to Tureg in xyllic: hmm.. your comment sounds kinda familiar to
me..
You slur in xyllic: no ssank you...i ssink i god enough *hic* shdand dureg'sh
*hic*ory now...
> You smile cutely.
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: u have a funny accend!
Corgan goes hmmmm.
You slur in xyllic: dureg you damned doo :)
> Tureg points at you.
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan sniffs at his empty glass.
Tureg snaps his fingers.
Tureg gets four hidden daggers from his boots and starts to juggle.
> You whistle appreciatively.
> Corgan looks concernedly at you both.
Tureg stands up and leaves your table.
You slur in xyllic: wow, cool!
> Tureg catches his daggers and hides them in his boots.
You slur in xyllic: dureg how are you damned doing ssad?
> You smile curiously.
> Tureg bows deeply.
Corgan smirks slightly.
Corgan says in xyllic: hmm..
You slur in xyllic: corgan he'sh *hic*n *hic*d, ishn#d *hic*
> Tureg backflips on the table.
Hic!
You clap wildly.
> Corgan says in xyllic: it were only two.. don't let him fool you..
Corgan grins slightly.
You slur in xyllic: dwo? hmm...
> Corgan shows four fingers to you.
Corgan asks you in xyllic: how many?
Tureg falls from the table.
You emote: Isabeau looks at Corgan, obviously somehow in thoughts.
> Tureg crawls back on his chair.
You emote: Isabeau goes uhm.
> Tureg sighs deeply.
You emote: Isabeau bends over to help Tureg up.
> Corgan goes hmmmm.
You slur in xyllic: corgan ssree?
> Tureg thanks you.
You slightly scratch your head.
> You smile seriously at Tureg.
> Corgan says in xyllic: hmm.. actually it were two..
Corgan smirks.
You frown. Is something wrong?
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg whistles a catching tune, your fingers start to snap to the rhythm.
You slur in xyllic: nah - *hic* damned can'd cound!
> Corgan wholeheartedly comforts you.
> Corgan snuggles up to you.
Here you are! You are given a little glass of bonebreaker.
> You offer a little glass of bonebreaker to Corgan.
> Corgan laughs.
Hic!
You smile cutely at Corgan.
> You slur in xyllic: i'm shure ssish will help you damned do cound :)
> Corgan somehow can't resist that smile.
You emote: Isabeau nudges Corgan to take the glass.
> Corgan says in xyllic: pls try again
You offer a little glass of bonebreaker to Corgan.
Corgan accepts a little glass of bonebreaker.
> You twinkle your eyes merrily.
> Corgan looks at the little glass of bonebreaker.
Tureg laughs.
You slur in xyllic: dureg no ledsh shee if he *hic*sh sse shdeam-ssingy again
,)
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: wonder how hard my *hic*esh
Corgan confusedly scratches his head.
Tureg nods wildly.
Corgan says in xyllic: hmm..
Tureg laughs.
> Corgan thinks . o O { perhaps i'll have to drink it to understand them again?
}
You emote: Isabeau looks expectantly at Corgan and the glass in his hand.
> Corgan holds his nose.
Corgan drinks from a little glass of bonebreaker.
Corgan goes hmmmm.
You clap appreciatively.
> Tureg claps appreciatively.
Tureg whistles appreciatively.
Corgan puts the empty glass back on the table.
You emote: Isabeau waits for anything to happen.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: bonesh broken?
Corgan checks his bones.
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Corgan is a black-haired red-eyed male human, presenting himself as:
Corgan, male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, left hand,
right hand, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wearing a black silken robe, a black wristband, a forest green cloak,
two golden rings, a greenish metal medallion, a linnen shadowy black belt,
a medium backpack, a pair of green elven boots and a silver wristband.
You guess he is wearing a black leather shirt, a long coat of mail, a pair
of black leather trousers and a snake suit additionally.
> Corgan says in xyllic: hmm..
You comfort Tureg.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: shhid
You agree.
> Tureg grins childishly.
Hic!
Corgan offers a hanky to Tureg.
Tureg laughs.
You emote: Isabeau moves her chair a bit away from Tureg.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: bad meal
You emote: Isabeau slowly shakes her head in wonder.
> Corgan rolls his eyes in exasperation.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: oopsh..
You slur in xyllic: corgan, how did you damned do ssad??
> Tureg laughs.
Corgan grins handsomely.
Corgan hiccups.
You emote: Isabeau looks at Corgan and sighs longingly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: u mushd have been a *hic*d in my former life!
You giggle happily.
> Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan smirks slightly.
You slur in xyllic: a whad?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: b-a-r-d ....
You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
Tureg grins evilly.
You smirk.
> Corgan smirks amusedly.
You agree.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: nod ssad i remember..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: a barshhrike!
Corgan slowly scratches his head.
You slur in xyllic: indeed - i wonder how *hic* could shdand ssad shecond
glashsh...
> Tureg hiccups.
> You smile merrily at Corgan.
> Corgan exhales slowly and turns back to Tureg.
You slur in xyllic: i ssink now we shhould lishden do dureg *hic*in...
> Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Corgan tries to concentrate.
Tureg laughs.
You slur in xyllic: ssere wash *hic*messign wiss hay...
> Corgan goes ack!
You raise your eyebrow at Corgan.
> Corgan coughs slightly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i ssink u shhould dell *hic* sse shdory wiss sse fad
farmersh girl!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: mom..
Corgan tucks up his legs and swifts himself up.
Corgan leaves north.
You nod wildly to Tureg.
> You slur in xyllic: jushd go on - *hic* long ash he ishn'd here, he can'd
complain
> You grin slyly.
> Tureg laughs and falls on the floor.
Hic!
You emote: Isabeau offers Tureg her hand to get up again.
> You slur in xyllic: ey, ssad'sh dirdy down ssere - you damned shhouldn'd roll
around *hic* id all sse dime...
> Tureg takes your hand and crawls back on his chair.
Tureg laughs.
Umpf, *hic* your thoughts are much to disorganized to use mental communication.
> You concentrate on your gem, it begins to glow brightly.
You tell Corgan: you ok?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i have puke on my shhoesh, why shhould i worry aboud
dird!?
Tureg laughs wildly.
Corgan arrives.
You smile relievedly at Corgan.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg looks at Corgan.
Corgan sits down at your table.
You emote: Isabeau musters Corgan carefully.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: pffd..
You laugh.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: i *hic*k a *hic*dle bass *hic* sse lake..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shorry?
Corgan confidently shakes his head in disagreement.
You laugh madly.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: i dook a liddle *hic*s in sse *hic*e..
You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: bass..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssere ish a frog in my mouss
Corgan slurs in xyllic: in sse lake.....
You emote: Isabeau holds on to Tureg not to fall off her chair now.
> You giggle wildly.
> Corgan curses silently! $%&%^*&
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* u ride ss sheashnake?
You emote: Isabeau wipes some tears from her eyes.
> Corgan grabs the table tightly not to fall off his chair.
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: sheashnake?
Tureg nods wildly.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: pah.. liddle ped..
You emote: Isabeau goes heeeeheeehehehehehehehe and sniffs slightly.
> Tureg hops around on his chair.
Hic!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: ishabeau hmm.. whad aboud a vishid *hic* sse *hic*de
dragon lader?
Corgan hiccups.
You emote: Isabeau smiles drunkenly at everyone.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: dragon lader?
You slur in xyllic: dragon? shure, if you damned dank...
> You grin evilly at Corgan.
** Not so long ago Corgan tried to impress Isa with his capabilities
** as dragon-tank - well, the dragon died about 3 seconds before Corgan did...
> Tureg snaps his fingers.
Corgan smiles tenderly at you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ledsh ride *hic* sse muldicoloured dragon!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm.. shure..
You slur in xyllic: *hic* *hic*e care of my head *hic*sh dime, *hic*
shweesseard...
> Oops up!
> Corgan grins overconfidently.
You emote: Isabeau takes a deep breath and tries again.
> Corgan laughs.
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
You slur in xyllic: bud dake care of my head ssish dime, my shweesseard...
> Corgan curses loudly! $%&%^*&
You smile cutely at Corgan.
> Hmmmmm.
> Tureg laughs.
A medium backpack. There is a strange rune on it.
It is in prime condition.
The medium backpack contains:
18 platinum coins, a brass key, a light frost-axe, a longsword, a mirror,
a small herbbag, three leather tickets and a torch.
> Hic!
Corgan stands up and leaves your table.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: mom..
Corgan leaves north.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: he hash a problem...
You agree seriously.
> Tureg laughs wildly.
You slur in xyllic: a big problem if you damned ashk me...
> Tureg laughs insanely.
Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg points at you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* are hish problem?
Tureg grins evilly.
You emote: Isabeau smiles innocently, then her face splits to a broad grin and she
starts to cackle madly.
> You slur in xyllic: me?? a problem???
> You slur in xyllic: nah!
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: hish problem.
You emote: Isabeau crosses her arms confidently.
> Tureg points at the door where Corgan left.
Hic!
You slur in xyllic: i'm no problem!
> Corgan arrives.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: pfffd.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i know..
Tureg laughs.
Corgan sits down at your table.
You slur in xyllic: corgan am i a problem for you?
> Corgan confusedly raises his eyebrow.
You point at Tureg.
> You slur in xyllic: he shays i am...
> You sniff slightly.
> Tureg laughs.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i didnd!
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i shwear!
Tureg grins childishly.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: no, i LOVE you..
Oops, Corgan seems to have made a mistake.
You sigh relievedly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic*..now we have *hic* aproblem!
Corgan smiles childishly.
You kiss Corgan gently.
> Tureg laughs.
Corgan smiles gently at you.
Corgan burps rudely.
You slur in xyllic: jushd wahd i wanded do hear - only why did id dake sho
long?
> You nudge Corgan.
> You grin slightly.
> Corgan giggles happily.
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan smiles at you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i bedder leave?
You emote: Isabeau suddenly seems to remember something.
> Tureg laughs.
You wildly shake your head at Tureg.
> Hic!
Tureg covers his eyes with his hands.
You slur in xyllic: no - you damned dell my shdory aboud hay and nice women now
> Corgan chuckles silently.
You emote: Isabeau shakes Tureg slightly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: make id *hic*ck! i wond look!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: yep.. jushd go on...
You slur in xyllic: hey! go on!
> You snuggle up to Corgan.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: wiss whad? which shdory do u wanna hear?
You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
You emote: Isabeau sighs contently and looks even more drunk now.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse one wiss sse fad farmersh daughder?
You nod wildly to Tureg.
> Corgan smiles contentedly.
You slur in xyllic: jushd ssad one!
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg points at you.
You raise an eyebrow.
> Corgan huddles himself against you.
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: whad a lady!
Tureg hiccups.
Tureg grins stupidly.
You confusedly scratch your head.
> Tureg smashes his fist on the table.
You slur in xyllic: oehm...wash ssad sse whole shdory?
> Tureg sighs deeply.
Corgan laughs loudly.
Hic!
Tureg bangs huis head on the table.
You emote: Isabeau covers her eyes with her hands and shivers.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: o.k.....ssad shdory
Corgan lifts Tureg's head and gives him a concerned look.
Tureg sighs deeply.
You slur in xyllic: ouch - ssad mushd have hurd...
> Tureg shakes his head in disagreement.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: wood on wood, bouncesh
Tureg grins evilly.
You giggle happily.
> Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic*n ish demporary, *hic*upididy ish forever, eh?
You emote: Isabeau inspects Tureg's head more closely and nods wisely.
> You slur in xyllic: good qualidy wood, indeed
> Corgan snickers.
Tureg nods slowly.
Hic!
Tureg slurs in xyllic: keep sse woodpeckersh from me, plsh
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
You nod seriously.
> Tureg curses wildly! $%&%^*&
Corgan smirks amusedly.
You emote: Isabeau stands up and staggers across the room to close the door, to shut out
any woodpeckers.
> Corgan grins mischievously at Tureg.
Tureg thanks you.
You emote: Isabeau returns to the table, a satisfied look on her face.
> Corgan burps rudely.
You slur in xyllic: now, sse shdory! cough id up!
> Corgan raises one finger slightly, a thoughtful look on his face.
You grin evilly at Tureg.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: alssough ssey coul make a hole in *hic* head for *hic*
*hic*rd eye *hic*hd here....
Tureg points on th backside of his head.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: uhhm..
Corgan agrees with you.
Tureg coughs noisily.
Tureg gulps nervously.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssere id *hic*...
You slur in xyllic: huh? 0
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: o.k...where wash i?
You shrug helplessly.
> You slur in xyllic: in ssish pub?
> Corgan searches in his pocket for a babelfish.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse *hic*...sse shdable...sse fad farmersh daughder?
Hmmmmm.
> Tureg goes hmmmm.
You nod thoughtfully.
> Tureg nods slowly.
Tureg hiccups.
You slur in xyllic: i ssink sho, yesh...
> Tureg looks around.
Tureg nods knowingly.
You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
Li dances in.
A disc hovers in.
It gets lighter.
** Re-inforcements to help our hard struggling heros!
** Three cheers to the brave priestess of Hutzel!
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho i fell ashleep...
Corgan goes hmmmm.
You merrily greet Li. How friendly!
> Corgan greets Li.
You slur in xyllic: hiho li!
> Tureg sighs deeply.
Li sings softly in xyllic: Oh, hello
Corgan smiles stupidly at Li.
Li smiles softly.
You slur in xyllic: wanna have a bonbreaker wiss ush?
> You wink suggestively.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: aloha lineerlay!
Corgan buys a little glass of bonebreaker.
Tureg bows deeply.
You point at Tureg.
> Li sings softly in xyllic: Sounds like strong alcohol..
Corgan offers a little glass of bonebreaker to Li.
Tureg shakes his head in disagreement.
Corgan gives a little glass of bonebreaker to Li.
You slur in xyllic: he ish jushd *hic*ng do dell sse shdory of sse fad
*hic*mersh doughder
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: idsh like wader!
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
You nod confidently.
> Corgan removes a pair of green elven boots.
Tureg laughs wildly.
Corgan drops a pair of green elven boots.
Li sits down at your table.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: u *hic*der dake dwo!
You emote: Isabeau eyes the boots with disdain.
> You burp rudely. Excuse yourself!
Li looks at the little glass of bonebreaker.
Corgan pushes the boots into another corner of the room
You emote: Isabeau smiles encouragingly at Li.
> Li sniffs at the little glass of bonebreaker.
Corgan smiles confidently at Li.
You slur in xyllic: *hic*d shduff, really!
> Li wrinkles her nose.
You slur in xyllic: good even...
> You burp slightly. Excuse yourself!
> Tureg moves the tip of his finger close to the storm cone.
You excuse yourself.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: are prieshds of *hic*zelpudzel afraid of a liddle
*hic* alcohol?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic*sh ssad hurd?
Li drinks from a little glass of bonebreaker.
Tureg hiccups.
You clap appreciatively.
> Li is an ebony-skinned white-haired female elf, presenting herself as:
Li, female elf.
Her long, silver-white hair, braided into a pony-tail, falls down to her
waist. The dark green eyes create an aura of calmness around her. Faint
green tattoos depicting some strange symbols can be seen on her face.
She has scars on her left leg, right leg, left hand, right hand and left
cheek.
She protected by a cone of lightning.
She is surrounded by grey mists.
She is normal and lean for an elf.
She looks beautiful.
She is in good shape.
She is extremely alert.
She is wearing a blood-red robe, a bloody heart-chain, a bright black-raven
earring, a dark-red leather boots, a forest green cloak, two golden rings,
a medium backpack and a silver ornamented bracelet.
You guess she is wearing a black leather mini, a crimson red top, an
eagle-helmet, an ornamented eagle ringmail, a pair of ornamented leg plates
and a snake suit additionally.
> Corgan claps appreciatively.
Tureg looks at Li.
Li holds her breath for a short time.
Tureg claps appreciatively.
You slur in xyllic: *hic*lsh much bedder now, no?
> You smile merrily at Li.
> Corgan hiccups.
Corgan tries to count to ten silently.
Li sings softly in xyllic: uuuh, that's a drink.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm..
Tureg whistles appreciatively.
Hic!
Li wipes some tears out of her face.
You emote: Isabeau watches Corgan making a mess of his fingers and grins.
> You agree wholeheartedly with Li.
> The storm around Li vanishes.
You slur in xyllic: dureg had a blackoud sse momend he drank id...
> You giggle mischievously.
> Corgan kisses you gently on the nose.
You smile softly at Corgan.
> Corgan snickers.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* never!
Li giggles softly.
Tureg laughs.
You nod seriously to Tureg.
> Corgan agrees amusedly with you.
You slur in xyllic: *hic* damned did, shaw id wiss my own eyesh!
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i *hic*hd shaw a plad on sse floor and god id!
You emote: Isabeau points at her eyes and nods.
> Corgan throws his head back and cackles loudly!
Li throws her head back and cackles gleefully!
Tureg slurs in xyllic: arend u called ishabeau sse blind?
You shake your head at Tureg.
> Tureg laughs.
You puke on your shoes.
You stand up and leave the table.
> Li looks at Tureg.
> Li hiccups.
You bop Tureg on the head.
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg thanks you.
You slur in xyllic: i'll shhow *hic* damned how *hic*nd i am!
> You snicker.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: mighd help!
You agree merrily.
> Li rubs her eyes.
You sit down at the massive wooden table in the center of the room.
> Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg burps rudely.
Li looks at Tureg again.
Corgan looks at the list.
Corgan goes duhhh. Must be feeling dumb.
Tureg puts the empty glass infront of his eye and looks through it.
Hic!
Corgan shakes his head dizzily.
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Corgan ponders the situation.
Corgan pokes Tureg in the ribs.
Li slurs in xyllic: uuh, never ssoughd *hic* human could look ssish
well.
Tureg puts the glass back on the table.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: dureg, sse shdory!
You emote: Isabeau swayes a bit on her chair, until she falls against Corgan and just
manages not to slip down onto the floor.
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg nods slowly.
Li giggles softly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse *hic*ory....o.k
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i will leave oud sse fad farmersh daughder
Tureg sighs deeply.
You slur in xyllic: Li yesh, corgan looksh like a dream, doeshn'd he?
> Tureg grins stupidly.
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Tureg looks at Corgan.
Corgan tries to keep you on the chair.
You smile endearingly at Corgan.
> Corgan smiles lovingly at you.
Li looks at Corgan.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: LOVE makesh blind!
Li slurs in xyllic: nah, nod him..
Tureg laughs.
Li grins amusedly.
Li hiccups.
Li ruffles Corgan's hair playfully.
Tureg snaps his fingers.
Li slurs in xyllic: *hic*!
You emote: Isabeau goes Pah at Tureg.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: hae?
Li points at Tureg.
Tureg grins innocently.
Li smiles dreamily at Tureg.
Corgan looks at you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shorry?
Corgan smiles tenderly.
You contentedly snuggle up to Corgan.
> Tureg hiccups.
Tureg smiles secretly at Li.
You emote: Isabeau closes her eyes and starts to snore faintly.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: jushd go on, dureg..
Li hiccups.
Corgan smiles.
Tureg nods solemnly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: o.k....sho i had ssish dream, climbing a moundain
during a shnow shdorm...
Corgan goes hmmmm.
Corgan gently strokes through your hair.
Li slurs in xyllic: #shofdly# all alone?
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i didnd know why *hic* wash ssere *hic* whad wopuld be
on *hic* dop...
: *rofl* Li slurs in xyllic: #shofdly# all alone?
> : Li: *giggle*
: Corgan: *g* yep, time to remove the alias on say ;)
: esay doesn't work that ghood when drunk ,))
> : Li: silly esay
Li doubles over and pukes.
Li seems to blush but it's rather difficult to notice due to her night-black
skin.
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Tureg hiccups.
Tureg points at the puke.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: did u ead *hic*hh?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: did u ead fishh?
Tureg shivers.
Li ponders the situation.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho....i climbed...
Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan nods thoughtfully to Tureg.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse shdorm wash raging buid i didnd feel sse cold...i
knew i had do ged on *hic*
Corgan breathes slowly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse dop...
Li rests her head on the table.
You emote: Isabeau stirs slightly, makes herself more comfortable in Corgan's arms and
snores a little louder.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho i wend *hic* climbing....
Corgan thinks . o O { easshy pray fo*hic* every shadai.. *hic* }
Corgan hiccups.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i reached sse dop, i ssink i climbed for hoursh,daysh..
Li hiccups.
Corgan goes hmmmm.
Li raises her head suddenly.
Corgan slightly raises his eyebrow at Li.
Li slurs in xyllic: *hic*daish? *hic*re?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssere *hic* sse dop i shaw a mighdy fordreshsh...wiss
huge wallsh, *hic* *hic* could build..
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan goes hmmmm.
Li looks under the table.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* knew ssad ssish were i had do ged do
Corgan tries to follow the story of Tureg.
Li slurs in xyllic: come oud you damned cowardly shadaish.
Tureg grins slightly.
Corgan grins dizzily.
Corgan burps rudely.
Li looks at the tracks in the puke.
Li doubles over and pukes.
You emote: Isabeau heard satais and sits bolt upright sudenly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i came do sse gade, id wash enormoush...
With a quick fluid motion, almost too fast to watch, you skillfully draw
your black katana and black wakizashi.
> You say in xyllic: satais?? Where?
> Corgan gently caresses your face.
Li slurs in xyllic: *hic*! ssere!
Corgan slurs in xyllic: shhhh..
You emote: Isabeau looks around.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Li points at the puke.
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
> Li slurs in xyllic: ssey are hiding ssere!
You emote: Isabeau slowly relaxes again.
> You unwield the black katana.
You unwield the black wakizashi.
> Corgan smiles amusedly at you.
You sigh slightly.
> Corgan softly nudges you.
Corgan smirks slightly.
You say in xyllic: bah...I just had such a nice dream...
> Tureg looks around confused.
Li takes a closer look at the puke.
Tureg sighs deeply.
Li slurs in xyllic: hmm, maybe nod..
You confusedly scratch your head.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: you damned shound shober again, ishabeau....
Tureg slurs in xyllic: id wash sse waidreshsh..
Li turns back to Tureg and waits for the story to come.
Corgan hiccups.
Hmmmmm.
> Tureg burps rudely.
_______________________________/ XYLLOMER \____________________________________
VITALS
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
You are extremely alert.
Your stomach begins to growl and you are totally soaked.
You are blitzed.
> Li burps rudely.
Corgan is a black-haired red-eyed male human, presenting himself as:
Corgan, male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, left hand,
right hand, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He looks very drunk.
He is wearing a black silken robe, a black wristband, a forest green cloak,
two golden rings, a greenish metal medallion, a linnen shadowy black belt,
a medium backpack and a silver wristband.
You guess he is wearing a black leather shirt, a long coat of mail, a pair
of black leather trousers and a snake suit additionally.
> Corgan smiles drunkenly at you.
You say to Corgan in xyllic: And you damned drunk, my honeypie
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho i came do sse gade...
You grin slightly.
> Corgan grins innocently.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: nobody wash ssere....no *hic*rd...i wondered who lived
ssere....giandsh?
Corgan slurs in xyllic: id wash you damned who wanded do drink me *hic*
shecond bonebreaker, shweedy..
Hic!
> Corgan snickers.
You smile innocently at Corgan.
> Corgan goes hmmmm.
You emote: Isabeau slowly manages to concentrate on what Tureg is telling.
> Corgan turns over to Tureg.
Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i knocked ad sse gade...no anshwer...shuddenly sse
gade shwung open, i feld sse warm breeze coming from *hic*hide
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg agrees.
You emote: Isabeau thinks . o O { warm breeze? No hay? hmm... }
> Tureg buys a waterskin (1l).
Li slurs in xyllic: and, where ssere shadaish?
Tureg drinks from a waterskin (0l).
Tureg shakes his head in disagreement.
Li snaps her fingers.
Corgan grins amusedly.
You nod seriously to Li.
> Tureg laughs.
You say in xyllic: Good question...
> Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: led me go *hic* u will shee...
Tureg smiles at Li.
You emote: Isabeau tries to shut up and just listen.
> Li smiles sweetly at Tureg.
Tureg blushes slightly.
Tureg coughs silently.
Corgan smirks.
Tureg tries to concentrate.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg gulps nervously.
You ponder the situation.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: dureg, go on..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: well....
Corgan grins silently.
Tureg nods thankfully to Corgan.
You drink a wine.
> You smile happily.
> Hic!
> Corgan grins devilishly at you.
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i walked inshide...
Corgan even removes his socks now.
You emote: Isabeau holds Corgan's head carefully.
> Li slurs in xyllic: and ssere you damned found sse shadaish?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i came do a huge *hic*rance hall, sse wallsh were
covered wiss sse fineshd weaponsh i have ever sheen
Corgan sighs contentedly.
Tureg laughs.
Corgan snuggles up to you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* padiend *hic*y lineerlay.
You smile lovingly at Corgan.
> Corgan huddles himself against you.
Li snuggles up to herself.
Li burps rudely.
You smile apologetically at Li.
> Tureg hiccups.
Li slurs in xyllic: corgan where ish Gared hiding?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i heard men and women shinging from *hic*ind a huge
door leading do sse hall
Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hu?
You say to Li in xyllic: I think he's sleeping..sound and deep
> You comfort Li.
> Corgan's eyes seem to open themselves slightly again.
Li slurs in xyllic: hah, and behind ssad were sse shadaish. i knew id!
You giggle silently.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse shmell of *hic*d and wine came do my noshe...
Li hiccups.
No 'Li' here.
> You say to Li in xyllic: Nah you are wrong! satais can't sing!
> You smirk.
> Tureg laughs.
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssey can!
Li slurs in xyllic: ishabeau he didn'd *hic*y ssey shang well.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssey shing...shpare my life
You emote: Isabeau waves to the waiter to bring a pot along to puke into.
> You grin amusedly at Li.
> You say in xyllic: Ok, you are right...
> Li grins amusedly.
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho i opened sse door...
Li slurs in xyllic: and? and?
You emote: Isabeau listens expectantly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssere wash a long dable wiss many women and men
shidding by..ssey all ade *hic*nk and shang
Hmmmmm.
> Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: many of ssem shwung ssere *hic*ords ash ssey shang
You say in xyllic: eating _and_ singing at the same time?
> You ponder the situation.
> Tureg hiccups.
Li slurs in xyllic: shadais
Tureg slurs in xyllic: well...
Tureg laughs.
You agree.
> Li giggles happily.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: id wash jushd a dream
Tureg laughs.
Hmmmmm.
> You scratch your head.
> Li goes hmmmm.
Li slurs in xyllic: *hic* damned have shdrange dreashm, dureg
You ask Tureg in xyllic: This was all? All you wanted to tell?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: nobody sheemed do nodice me...
You peer intently at Tureg. Hmm...
> Tureg shakes his head in disagreement.
Tureg smiles at you.
You nod contentedly.
> Corgan snores silently.
Li removes an eagle-helmet.
You say in xyllic: Fine...
> You smile at Tureg.
> Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i wanded do shid ad sse dable, ged shonme food, i feld
hungry..
Li gets a silver comb from one of her pockets and starts to comb her hair.
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg curses! $%&%^*&
You emote: Isabeau holds Corgan tighly, so he doesn't slip off his chair.
> Li hiccups.
> Li fumbles with her comb and it falls to the floor.
Li sighs slightly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shuddenly ash i wanded do shid down, i heared a
voice:"no, dureg, u are *hic* welcome ad *hic*sh dable yed!"
Corgan hiccups.
You emote: Isabeau looks down at the floor and goes hmm.
> Li em looks down and nearly falls from the chair.
You emote: Isabeau tries to bend down to the comb without letting lose on Corgan.
> Li slurs in xyllic: ah, *hic*re id ish.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shdu
Li doubles over and pukes.
You emote: Isabeau frantically fumbles around for the comb.
> Li giggles softly.
Tureg burps rudely.
Li reaches down and gets the silly comb.
You smile relievedly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i looked up sse dable...ssere wash a huge man
*hic*dding, covered in fur...
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Li slurs in xyllic: nod *hic* *hic*hy, ssere were *hic*ddenly dwo of ssem.
You emote: Isabeau looks concernedly at Corgan.
> You grin slightly at Li.
> Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: he shaid do *hic*"afder all my effordsh do come up
here u are shdill nod worssy do shid wiss me!"
Li smiles drunkenly.
Corgan suddenly darts up in his chair.
Tureg hiccups.
Corgan holds his hand in front of his mouth and runs to the exit.
Corgan tucks up his legs and swifts himself up.
Corgan leaves north.
It gets darker.
You emote: Isabeau goes oh oh.
> Li raises her eyebrow.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: look ad my life, idsh worssleshs do ssish poind.....
Li thinks ... o O{ Wimp! }
You say to Tureg in xyllic: he really has a problem...
> Tureg looks at the entrance.
Tureg smiles.
Li continues combing her hair.
Li burps rudely.
You ask Tureg in xyllic: What are you saying? Your life is worthless?
> Hmmmmm.
> Tureg looks back on the table.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssadsh whad he shaid...
Tureg nods slowly.
You thoughtfully shake your head in disagreement.
> Li finishes combing her hair and puts the silver comb away.
You mumble in xyllic: need some more drink...
> You drink a wine.
Corgan arrives.
It gets lighter.
Li burps rudely.
You xemote: A slow smile spreads across Isabeau face.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* shaid" i will give u *hic* shign do guide u, dil
u find my fade!"
Corgan staggers overs to the table without a word.
Corgan sits down at your table.
Tureg looks at Corgan.
Li smiles at Corgan.
Corgan moans slightly.
> You hug Corgan carefully.
> You ask Corgan in xyllic: You ok my Dear?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i woke up...in sse hay..
You emote: Isabeau hears hay and listens again.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i fekld shomessing hard in my back...
Corgan hiccups.
Corgan rests his elbows on the table and his head on his hands.
Your prayers remain unheard.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i shearched in *hic* hay and found ssish shword.
Tureg pats his sword.
Li slurs in xyllic: and no shadaish?
Your prayers remain unheard.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i ssougd aboud sse mansh wordsh...
Corgan rubs his temples.
Li hiccups.
Tureg laughs.
Li sniffs.
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg comforts Li.
Li thanks Tureg.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* ssoughd i jushd had a shdrange dream, and ssad
ssish shword wash a löefdover from a former shleeper in sse *hic*
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Hmmmmm.
> Tureg curses! $%&%^*&
You emote: Isabeau looks at Tureg puking all over the table and sadly shakes her head.
> Corgan hiccups.
Tureg looks in his shirt.
You emote: Isabeau suddenly realizes she is surrounded by drunkards.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: anyssing lefd *hic*n ssere in sse shdomach?
Li hiccups.
Tureg sighs deeply.
Hmmmmm.
> You offer a meal to Tureg.
> You say to Tureg in xyllic: Maybe that helps?
> Smile at whom?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: bud ssen i ushed sse shword do fighd off *hic*me *hic*
bandidsh...
You smile helpfully.
> Tureg smiles thankfully.
Tureg hiccups.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i will *hic*d shome dime, ssank *hic*
You nod understandingly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: sho i ushed sse shord..and i shdarded dalking do me
You emote: Isabeau suddenly looks a bit pale and holds her head.
> Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: dond dell *hic* *hic* am crazy, cosh i *hic*
Li grins slightly.
You mumble in xyllic: Uh oh..should avoid sudden movements with the head...
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: id wash sse mansh voice, i heard
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Corgan moans painfully.
You weakly raise your eyebrow at Tureg.
> Corgan tucks up his legs and swifts himself up.
Corgan leaves north.
It gets darker.
You sadly shake your head in disagreement.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i dold me *hic* *hic* fighd, avoid blowsh from
*hic*onendsh..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i dold me how do fighd, avoid blowsh from opponendsh..
Tureg burps rudely.
Hmmmmm.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: every nighd on from ssad day i have sse shame dream...
You say to Tureg in xyllic: Every combat-trainer would tell you the same, if
he's worth his coppers
> You grin slightly.
> Li smirks.
Tureg nods slowly.
Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: he dold me do find sse righd *hic*, do be worssy do
shid by hish shide...
You say in xyllic: Pardon?
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i ssink ssere ish a war ahead, he wandsh me do fighd
by hish shide...
You slightly scratch your head.
> You think about it, then it dawns on you! Your face brightens!
> You say in xyllic: Ah...now I understand :)
> Tureg hiccups.
You nod appreciatively.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: alssough i dond know whad war ssish could be..
Corgan arrives.
It gets lighter.
Corgan sighs slightly.
Corgan is a black-haired red-eyed male human, presenting himself as:
Corgan, male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, left hand,
right hand, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is very alert.
He looks very drunk.
He is wearing a black silken robe, a black wristband, a forest green cloak,
two golden rings, a greenish metal medallion, a linnen shadowy black belt,
a medium backpack and a silver wristband.
You guess he is wearing a black leather shirt, a long coat of mail, a pair
of black leather trousers and a snake suit additionally.
> Corgan sits down at your table.
You wholeheartedly comfort Corgan.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: lashd nighd sse shword dshpoke do *hic* *hic*in...
Corgan smiles thankfully at you.
You hug Corgan gently.
> Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* shaid, find my dark shishders, ssey will guide
sse way...
You raise an eyebrow.
> You say in xyllic: dark sisters?
> Corgan hiccups.
You scratch your head.
> Li smiles curiously.
Corgan goes hmmmm.
Tureg points at the black katana.
You emote: Isabeau looks at her weapons and goes hmm.
> Li hiccups.
Tureg shrugs helplessly.
Corgan looks at the black katana.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic*dsh *hic*, and ssen i med u, ishabeau.
Li slurs in xyllic: maybe shomessing elshe wash meand..
Tureg burps rudely.
You say in xyllic: You mean, your dream tells you you willbe guided by those
weapons?
> Corgan hiccups.
Li points at her black skin.
You ponder the situation.
> Li snickers.
Tureg shrugs helplessly.
You nod merrily to Li.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i dond know.
Corgan grins slightly at Li.
Tureg looks at his dark skin.
Li burps rudely.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i hope u can help me....
You say to Tureg in xyllic: I'm just wondering...because until now it was
always that we were told to guide those weapons...
> Hmmmmm.
> Corgan buys a meal.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: id jushd shaid ssad ssish weaponsh will guide my way
do *hic*
Corgan hiccups.
You say to Tureg in xyllic: Well..ehm...we have a slight probem here I fear
> Corgan eats a meal.
Corgan looks at the medium backpack.
Tureg burps rudely.
You emote: Isabeau secretly points at totally drunken Corgan.
> You wink slightly at Tureg.
> Corgan goes ack!
Corgan looks at four copper coins.
Li hiccups.
You offer ten gold coins to Corgan.
Corgan accepts ten gold coins.
> Tureg looks at Corgan secretly.
Corgan wholeheartedly thanks you.
Li giggles softly.
You emote: Isabeau smiles generously at Corgan.
> Corgan buys a meal.
Corgan buys a meal.
Tureg nods understandingly.
Corgan eats a meal.
Corgan eats a meal.
You pat yourself on your head.
> Corgan buys a meal.
You offer a meal to Corgan.
Corgan accepts a meal.
> Corgan eats a meal.
Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Corgan eats a meal.
You ponder the situation.
> Tureg sighs exhaustedly.
You smile apologetically at Tureg.
> Tureg burps rudely.
Tureg buys a meal.
Tureg buys a meal.
Corgan buys a meal.
Corgan eats a meal.
** repeat the last two lines about 15 times -
** big man, big stomach...or so...
Tureg eats a meal.
You say to Tureg in xyllic: Well, I am not familair with dreams and how to
explain them...but after all, it seems tis dream of yours is quite a bit
special...
> Corgan eats a meal.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm
Li nods softly.
You emote: Isabeau looks with one eye on Corgan and carefully moves a bit away.
> Corgan agrees with you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i heared aboud you carrying black shwordsh, sho i
*hic*sered all informadionsh *hic* could ged aboud u
Corgan nudges you.
Corgan hiccups.
You nod slowly to Tureg.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: and whad did you damned find oud, dureg?
Tureg slurs in xyllic: do be *hic*e i never cared *hic*h for religion in my
life...alssough *hic* *hic*er cared *hic* much ad all
You emote: Isabeau nudges Corgan and whispers fiercely: say something, it's your turn!
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: namesh...rumoursh, goshship, ssadsh all
Corgan sighs drunkenly.
Corgan smiles helplessly at you.
Tureg burps rudely.
You sigh deeply.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i heared lady ishabeaus name in a pub near cloudsh,
and ash i med her...
Tureg slurs in xyllic: i *hic*ked her do *hic*hden *hic* my shdory
You emote: Isabeau thinks . o O { In clouds...hmm hmm... }
> Corgan hiccups.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: lady ishabeau .. hehehe
Li hiccups.
You peer intently at Corgan. Hmm...
> Corgan grins mischievously at you.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic*..
Tureg hiccups.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic*.. yesh..
You emote: Isabeau withdraws her supporting arm from Corgan leaving him all alone to keep
his balance on the chair.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: can i have a look ad your shword, pleashe?
Li wields a sacrificial knife in her right hand.
Li chants a prayer to her deity.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic*er shword
Li prays and grey mists flow out of her hands.
You grin slightly at Tureg.
> Li chants a prayer to her deity.
Grey mist flows out of Li's hands.
You show a black katana to Tureg.
> Li chants a prayer to her deity.
Li hiccups.
Corgan sways helplessly on the chair.
You say in xyllic: This what you meant?
> Li chants a prayer to her deity.
Grey mist flows out of Li's hands.
Tureg`s sword starts to vibrate in the scabbard.
Tureg gasps in astonishment!
Li raises her eyebrow.
Tureg is a dark-skinned gray-eyed male human, presenting himself as:
Tureg, male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg and left hand.
He is normal and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He looks very drunk.
He is wearing a buckler, two golden rings, a greenish metal medallion, a
hooded dark-blue robe, a large scabbard (with a silver sword sheathed
inside), a money belt and a pair of black leather boots.
You guess he is wearing an elven ringmail additionally.
> Hmmmmm.
> Li looks curiously at Tureg.
You ask Tureg in xyllic: What a sword do you got there?
> Corgan slowly stretches his tired body.
Tureg draws a silver sword from his large scabbard.
Tureg removes a buckler.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: shhow sse shword do me plsh..
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg shows you a silver sword:
It looks like a normal long sword, only the blade is of perfect silver.
There is a name on the blade - 'Farslayer'
It is in prime condition.
You emote: Isabeau goes hmm hmm and nods thoughtfully.
> Li hiccups.
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Tureg sighs deeply.
Tureg sheathes a silver sword in his scabbard.
Li hums a mystic melody.
Li lifts her hand and a medium steak appears.
Li eats a medium steak.
Tureg gasps in astonishment!
Corgan searches for halt at the table.
You scratch your head.
> Li smiles contentedly.
Tureg smiles at Li.
You emote: Isabeau looks shortly at Corgan and back to Tureg again.
> Tureg doubles over and pukes.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: probably id hash nossing do do wiss u...
Tureg curses silently! $%&%^*&
Tureg shrugs helplessly.
The disc falls to the ground and disappears.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm.. well... you damned *hic*id you damned dried
*hic* find oud shome ssingsh aboud ... 'ush'..
You emote: Isabeau casually extends a hand to grab Corgan and hold him straight.
> Corgan hiccups.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: shorry`?
Li hiccups.
Tureg smiles slightly.
Li looks puzzeled.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic* damned shaid you damned dried do find *hic*
shome ssingsh aboud ush...
Tureg nods slowly.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: whad did *hic* damned find oud?
You whisper to Corgan in xyllic: What do you think - should we take him to
Bleyda and see what happens?
> Li thinks about it, then her face brightens.
Corgan seems to be puzzled.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: alssough ssere wash nossing much, i heared ssad sse
warshhrikes call u heredicsh...
Li burps rudely.
You emote: Isabeau nods grimly.
> Corgan smirks coldly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssad *hic* foughd a war wiss ssem
Corgan slurs in xyllic: grr.. shhrikesh.
Tureg burps rudely.
You say in xyllic: They are ignorants - and they will stay that way
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: i found dracesh of a burned down fordreshs near
shilverlining..
Corgan nods seriously to you.
Li hums a mystic melody.
You nod slightly to Tureg.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: ssey shay u follow a falshe ashgoss..
You chuckle politely.
> Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: whad do *hic*y know aboud ashgoss.. *hic*sing..
** Now it's getting theological...
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: absholudely nossing
Li burps rudely.
You say in xyllic: Sure they do - else they had to admit that they are liying
to themselves..and their so-called priest tell most of the lies
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: ssey dend do follow sseir leadersh inshdead *hic*
sseir heard..
You chuckle politely.
> Tureg goes hmmmm.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: poor shoulsh.. loshd in a *hic*irl *hic* liesh and
lushd for power.
Corgan frowns.
You agree sadly.
> Tureg slurs in xyllic: do know *hic*ssing aboud a war coming up, sse man dold
me abou id?!
Li shrugs softly.
Li slurs in xyllic: who caresh for shhrikesh?
Corgan slurs in xyllic: sse man?
Li burps rudely.
Tureg nods slowly.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: sse man in sse fordreshsh...
You say in xyllic: A war coming up? Guess your dream was not up-to-date
> Tureg burps rudely.
You snicker slightly.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm. ssere hash been a war wiss sse shhrikesh..
Tureg slurs in xyllic: *hic* dond ssink ssad idsh a war of mordalsh..
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm..
Corgan slurs in xyllic: ssad war..
You raise an eyebrow slightly.
> Corgan ponders the situation.
Corgan nods seriously.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: sse final baddle..
You emote: Isabeau looks very thoughtful now.
> Corgan doubles over and pukes.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: final baddle?
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic* final baddle of sse godsh..
You emote: Isabeau looks at Corgan and sighs deeply.
> Tureg goes hmmmm.
Tureg nods slowly.
You whisper to Corgan in xyllic: I think the signs are very obvious, don't
you too?
> Li doubles over and pukes.
Tureg comforts Li.
Li looks at her boots.
Li sighs softly.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: one day, when ssish final will commence, sse godsh
will fighd each osser, *hic* reach for dodal power.. sse condrol over all..
Corgan burps rudely.
Tureg goes hmmmm.
Corgan nods thoughtfully to you.
Tureg slurs in xyllic: do ssey need mordalsh do aid ssem? ssadsh whad sse man
*hic*d me
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm.
Tureg burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: id'sh an eashy equadion..
You whisper to Corgan in xyllic: I'd suggest not to set up a voting this time
- just let him take part in a sermon and see what happens?
> Corgan goes hmmmm.
You emote: Isabeau leans back and watches Corgan thinking - seems she enjoys the sight.
> Corgan obviously can't get a clear thought right now.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: hmm
Li doubles over and pukes.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: ah.. yesh.. followersh.. godsh..
Corgan slurs in xyllic: *hic*sh are *hic*sing wissoud followersh..
Corgan burps rudely.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: ssey rishe *hic* power wiss sse power of sseir
followersh and sseir *hic*bersh..
** Always a pleasure to listen to Corgan preaching :P
Tureg nods understandingly.
You emote: Isabeau nods, but didn't understand much.
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: ashgoss ish sse lord of deass..
Corgan slurs in xyllic: he gassersh *hic* shouls of sse shlain..
Tureg nods slightly.
Corgan hiccups.
Corgan slurs in xyllic: and ssoshe who are worssy enough will be daking indo
*hic*h hallsh
Tureg doubles over and pukes.
You peer intently at Tureg. Hmm...
> Corgan slurs in xyllic: do feashd nexd do hish shide.. and *hic* march indo
baddle wiss him ondo sse final day
Tureg nods slowly.
Corgan moans slightly.
Corgan thinks that this is the worst speech he ever held.
You emote: Isabeau too.
** Not long after this memorable meeting (or just after Tureg and Corgan
** cured their hang-overs) Tureg was accepted into the ranks of the Asgoths :)
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