You are on Mane Street, an unpaved road which has the dubious distinction of
being the principal avenue of Dalair. Rudely constructed shacks are to
either side. The street continues north and south. There is an open oak door
leading west and an open pine door leading east. Above is a chilly, racing,
heavily clouded night sky. A gale force wind tears the air.
Obvious directions are:
south, north, west, east.
An empty tobacco packet.
> You sneak west...
You are in a slovenly hovel built of rough wooden planks. A small firepit is
in the center of the dirt floor, surrounded by a few crude wooden stools.
There is an open pine door leading west and an open oak door leading east.
Obvious directions are:
west, east.
Sister Damask the prophetess of Antana (nice), who is lying down.
> Changed nickname enemy = damask
> Damask is a female elf.
Damask has a scar on her left leg.
She is currently lying down.
Damask's wounds have been skillfully bound.
She is slightly hurt.
Damask is carrying:
An orcish chainmail.
A lit pipe.
A welded iron helmet (worn).
A fashionable knight's pack (worn).
A fine platemail (worn).
A polished longsword (wielded in right hand).
Damask's monkstaff.
A cuddly pink elephant.
> Raven:> Sailorwicca knaws on Lag's arm.
Damask enjoys a puff from her pipe.
You see Sister Damask the prophetess of Antana (nice), who is lying down, a
female elf.
She seems very experienced, and fairly well equipped.
She seems to be very poor.
She looks fairly alert.
> Raven:> Sailorwicca: There!
Raven:> Statusquo: Only -7k hours to go.
Damask inhales some smoke and blows it out thoughtfully.
Damask's pipe goes out.
You are already hidden.
> Raven:> Sailorwicca sighs deeply.
Raven:> Whitepansie teases Sailorwicca mercilessly.
You slip out of the shadows.
> You sneak up behind Damask and attempt to steal a pipe.
You slip away with your prize.
> You slide back into the shadows.
> Damask takes something from a fashionable knight's pack (worn).
You slip out of the shadows.
> You sneak up behind Damask and attempt to steal a packet of parkraz.
You slip away with your prize.
> You slide back into the shadows.
You slip behind Damask and place the card into her possession.
>
(((( thanks for the donation ))))
Damask is a female elf.
Damask has a scar on her left leg.
She is currently lying down.
Damask's wounds have been skillfully bound.
She is slightly hurt.
Damask is carrying:
A small white card.
An orcish chainmail.
A welded iron helmet (worn).
A fashionable knight's pack (worn).
A fine platemail (worn).
A polished longsword (wielded in right hand).
Damask's monkstaff.
A cuddly pink elephant.
(((( hmm.. maybe I can get the chainmail too ))))
> Raven:> Sailorwicca feels stupid.
The auctioneer shouts: The auction has begun!
You slip out of the shadows.
> The chainmail is too valuable, Damask would notice you stealing it.
> You slide back into the shadows.
(((( *snap* ))))
> Raven:> Whitepansie doesn't help.
You sneak east...
You are on Mane Street, an unpaved road which has the dubious distinction of
being the principal avenue of Dalair. Rudely constructed shacks are to
either side. The street continues north and south. There is an open oak door
leading west and an open pine door leading east. Above is a chilly, racing,
heavily clouded night sky. A gale force wind tears the air.
Obvious directions are:
south, north, west, east.
An empty tobacco packet.
> You sneak south...
You find yourself in Senter Plaza, the central crossroads and chief market
place for the city of Dalair. A statue carved out of wood stands silently on
a mound in the center of the plaza, surrounded by the dirty blankets of
kobold and orcish merchants noisily hawking their wares. A small pen
contains loudly complaining livestock. Streets lead to the north, south,
east and west.
Obvious directions are:
south, north, west, east.
An orc scout.
An orc patrol leader.
Klemog the promising backstabber of the Scythe (good).
A kobold trader.
An orc merchant.
A goat.
> The orc patrol leader says: Have you seen any sign of elves?
Raven:> Whitepansie grins evilly.
Tancho arrives.
Raven:> Sailorwicca slaps Whitepansie.
Tancho leaves south.
Klemog leaves south.
The goat bleats loudly hoping to be fed.
Raven:> Sailorwicca peers at the sky.
Klemog arrives.
Changed nickname enemy = tancho
> An orc patrol leader seems to exclaim: Move out!
Leader leaves east.
There is no tancho here.
> Scout leaves east.
Raven:> Whitepansie: bah, you slapped me,
Changed nickname enemy = klemog
> Klemog is a male orc.
It looks like he has a runny nose.
He has a tattoo depicting Plunge Deep and Twist on his right bicep.
He is in good shape.
Klemog is carrying:
A lit pipe.
A knight knugget.
A knight knugget.
A fashionable knight's pack (worn).
A blue robe (worn).
A medium deer wineskin of special [half-full] (worn).
A leather helmet (worn).
A large knife.
A suit of leather armour (worn).
A thin poniard (wielded in right hand).
The mark of the Scythe.
A room key.
(((( those knuggets look good ))))
> The kobold trader holds up some flashy trinkets from his wares.
You are already hidden.
> Raven:> Whitepansie grabs her elephant by the trunk, swings madly around and
whaps Sailorwicca in the head with it.
Klemog inhales some smoke and blows it out thoughtfully.
You slip out of the shadows.
> Raven:> Sailorwicca nods solemnly.
You sneak up behind Klemog and attempt to steal a knight knugget.
You slip away with your prize.
> You sneak up behind Klemog and attempt to steal a knight knugget.
You slip away with your prize.
You slip behind Klemog and place the card into his possession.
> You slide back into the shadows.
> Klemog pierced Goat's head keenly.
Klemog lacerated Goat's head.
Goat missed Klemog.
Raven:> Sailorwicca snarls angrily at Whitepansie.
Klemog lacerated Goat's head.
Goat missed Klemog.
Klemog sucks in some smoke and blows some very nice circles.
Damask arrives.
Klemog pierced Goat's body keenly.
Goat missed Klemog.
Klemog slits Goat with his knife.
The medicinal bandage covering Damask's wounds dries up and falls away.
Damask sells an orcish chainmail to an orc merchant.
Klemog lacerated Goat's body.
Goat missed Klemog.
Damask puts something into a fashionable knight's pack (worn).
Damask leaves south.
Klemog sliced Goat's head deeply.
Goat missed Klemog.
Raven:> Sailorwicca sinks her fangs into Whitepansie.
Klemog lacerated Goat's head.
Goat missed Klemog.
Klemog pierced Goat's head keenly.
Goat missed Klemog.
Klemog gashes Goat with his knife.
Klemog puffs on his pipe contentedly.
Raven:> Whitepansie tickles Sailorwicca playfully.
Klemog lacerated Goat's head.
Goat missed Klemog.
Goat leaves south.
You see Klemog the promising backstabber of the Scythe (good), a male orc.
He seems experienced, and decently equipped.
He seems to have a good amount of coins.
> Klemog leaves south.
Raven:> Meiko: fight fightfight fight
You are already hidden.
> Raven:> Sailorwicca yawns.
You sneak south...
You are on Mane Street, an unpaved road which has the dubious distinction of
being the principal avenue of Dalair. Rudely constructed shacks are to
either side. To the south you can see the south gate. The street continues
north. There is a closed pine door leading west and a closed oak door leading
east.
Obvious directions are:
south, north.
Klemog the promising backstabber of the Scythe (good).
A goblin paperboy.
> Klemog enjoys a puff from his pipe.
Klemog leaves south.
There is no klemog here.
> Raven:> Theshadow: am i the only one here with out a 100% alert comba?
Raven:> Fritzgerald: ok..
You sneak south...
You are at the south gate of a small, dirty looking village. To the north
you see some low shacks and shoddy buildings. A powerful stench fills the
air. A small sign is posted near the gate.
Obvious directions are:
north, south.
The corpse of Goat.
Klemog the promising backstabber of the Scythe (good).
> Klemog eats the corpse of Goat and drools. Then he looks at you!
Klemog takes some goat meat.
Klemog is a male orc.
It looks like he has a runny nose.
He has a tattoo depicting Plunge Deep and Twist on his right bicep.
He is in good shape.
Klemog is carrying:
A small white card.
Some goat meat.
A lit pipe.
A fashionable knight's pack (worn).
A blue robe (worn).
A medium deer wineskin of special [half-full] (worn).
A leather helmet (worn).
A large knife.
A suit of leather armour (worn).
A thin poniard (wielded in right hand).
The mark of the Scythe.
A room key.
> Klemog leaves north.
You sneak north...